On May 26, the day after Lawrence arrived in Paris.

It has to be said that the mansion where the Duke of Choiseul borrowed Lawrence for the time being is indeed extremely wealthy, including the servants in the mansion have also received quite good education and training.

Early in the morning, when Lawrence had just gotten up from the bed and was about to get dressed, several maids who had been waiting outside the door for a long time heard the movement inside and walked straight in, helping Lawrence get dressed very often.

However, this kind of meticulous and even somewhat excessive service made Lawrence smile a little bitterly, and almost endured the discomfort to accept the service of these maids.

It is no wonder that it is said that the most direct way to distinguish between aristocratic women and pauper women is to observe their reaction to being served by servants when they get up early to get dressed, and in this case it is undoubtedly the aristocratic women who have been accustomed to serving since childhood.

"His grandmother's, it really scared me in the morning."

At the breakfast table, Grosso stuffed a piece of buttery white bread into his mouth, and apparently he was also frightened by the meticulous care of the maids, and said inarticulately:

"I thought it was a French girl who was going to give me a hug, and I was still wondering where I got so much charm."

The two young men, Ya'an and Anna, nodded shyly in agreement, they had never been treated like this in Ajaccio.

Seeing this, Lund, the Duke of Choiseul's attendant, could only smile helplessly, and patiently explained:

"This is also the tradition that the Duke insists on preserving, and you will not enjoy such meticulous service in most noble manors or mansions."

Lawrence listened silently, and the Duke of Choiseul, despite being quite politically radical, retained many of the habits of the traditional nobility in his personal life.

While everyone was having breakfast, the housekeeper of the mansion, an old man in a black dress, walked in with a steady step.

The old butler, who looked in good spirits despite his gray hair, was meticulously groomed from his clothes to his beard, and Lund said he had served the mansion for more than forty years.

"Good morning, Monsieur Bonaparte."

The old butler bowed just right, and said in a calm voice:

"Here are some of your letters, do you need to go through them now or send them to the study first?"

"Some letters? Who sent it? ”

Lawrence asked puzzled, how could he receive a bunch of letters early the next morning, when he had only arrived in Paris on the front foot, and how he could receive a bunch of letters early the next morning.

The old butler didn't look at the envelope in his hand, and directly recited with his head held high:

"These are all letters of visitation, from Sir Evenle, Baron Darnell, and Mr. Kirsk from the Platinum Flower Chamber of Commerce..."

Lawrence listened to the old butler expertly pronounce out a series of names of low-ranking nobles and petty bourgeois merchants, and quickly realized what they wanted to do.

The fact that he had returned to Paris yesterday with the Duke of Choiseul and stayed at the Duke's mansion must have spread quickly in some circles in Paris.

For these small aristocratic merchants who are desperate for status promotion, being able to climb the thigh of the Duke of Schwarcel is undoubtedly the most convenient shortcut to the south, and in their eyes, Lawrence, who is so courteous to the Duke of Schwartle, may be able to help them catch up.

After speculating on the thoughts of these visitors, Lawrence could only smile helplessly, after all, the Duke of Choiseul gave him such treatment purely because he was the lord of a country in terms of status.

Coupled with the fact that Louis XV was also happy at the time when Lawrence was about to present the crown, the Duke of Choiseul was so friendly to Lawrence.

Lawrence is very aware that he has almost no personal relationship with the Duke of Choiseul, and the actual status gap between the two is quite large, and those who want to ask him to pull the strings are probably disappointed.

It's just that how to deal with these influxes of visitors is a bit of a headache for Lawrence.

Lund on the side is also a good observer, and after seeing Lawrence's slightly bitter face, he hurriedly suggested:

"If you don't want to meet these people, just send them a uniform rejection letter, and the people in the mansion will take care of it for you. Of course, I personally recommend that you put these letters on hold for a while and not rush to refuse. ”

Lawrence nodded understandingly, understanding what Lund meant, after all, he might need the help of one of them one day.

"Well, please help me store these letters and reject them in two weeks."

Lawrence instructed the old butler, taking the envelope from his hand and flipping through it.

However, one of the names quickly caught Lawrence's attention.

"Wait, this letter is going to be taken out separately."

Lawrence was casually flipping through it, and suddenly picked out a rather ordinary envelope inside, looked at the money on the envelope carefully, and then handed the letter to the old butler with some surprise and said:

"I need you to help me write a reply saying I'll be working on... I met him in the afternoon three days later, and here it is. ”

"Oh?"

Lund stood up in some surprise when he heard Lawrence's command, and leaned over to the old butler to look at the name on the envelope.

He also knew that Lawrence was completely new to the city, and was curious to see why Lawrence had specifically accepted this visit.

"Hmm... A member of the Royal Academy of Sciences in Paris? ”

Lund was not familiar with the name of the sign-off office, but he was very familiar with the title.

Situated on the banks of the Seine, across the Louvre, the Royal Academy of Sciences was formerly an institution in the Royal Library, which was later renamed the Royal Academy of Sciences after receiving funding from Louis XIV.

The fact that this visitor was a member of this prestigious and powerful society, which was the forerunner of the French Academy of Sciences, is undoubtedly a testament to his attainments in the field of natural philosophy.

But Lund wondered why Lawrence had made a point of accepting this man's visit, and in the eyes of a politician like him, even a scholar of the Royal Academy of Sciences was not much different from the previous series of petty aristocrats and petty bourgeoisie.

"You'd like to meet with a scholar, okay, but I'll warn you."

Lund thought that Lawrence valued the man's scholarly status, so he reminded with some prejudice and kindness:

"But not every member of the Academy of Sciences is a scholar, and some of them are very poor in knowledge, and their wallets are very bulging, and God knows how they got into that position. Hardly a drop of ink was written by these people themselves. ”

Lawrence just nodded indifferently and said with a smile:

"Perhaps, but I know the name, and he's not like that."

"Well, I'm sorry Monsieur Bonaparte, but I'm overthinking."

Lund nodded abruptly, bowed slightly apologetically, and glanced at the name on the envelope:

Antoine Laurent Lavoisier