At about nine o'clock in the morning, when the morning feast in the castle was almost over, the nobles who had feasted here refreshed themselves and began to adjust their longbows and sharpen their hunting knives in preparation for entering the vast woods again.

For many of the nobles who returned empty-handed yesterday, it would be quite shameless if they could not prove themselves on this last day of hunting.

Of course, with Lawrence's injuries in front of everyone, it was obvious that he could not join the hunt again, so he had to stay in the castle and wait for the return of the hunting party.

But that doesn't mean Lawrence has nothing to do.

After deciding to help Crown Prince Louis take revenge on the Count of Falcone, the question of how to take revenge on this noble-born gentleman in a way that both Crown Prince Louis and the Duke of Choiseul were happy to see became a problem for Lawrence.

And before Crown Prince Louis left, Lawrence also got some information about the Count of Falcone from him:

"He's a disgusting playboy for young ladies, and even for Parisians he's overdone it, with a different girl coming in and out of his mansion every two days, and he's not yet twenty years old, but he's already got a bunch of illegitimate children, and I dare say he can't get out of his mansion."

Crown Prince Louis could not help but become indignant when he said these words, and when Lawrence asked how the two of them had a grudge, Crown Prince Louis became even more annoyed, and said indignantly:

"It was only a few months ago when I was walking in the gardens west of Versailles in the evening when I heard something moving in the gardens. At that time, I thought it was a little thief who didn't have long eyes, so I called the guards directly. Well, the guards saw that our Count Falcone was jogging in parallel with some sexy girl, naked, of course. ”

Speaking of this, Crown Prince Louis shrugged helplessly and added:

"And you know, Count Falcone felt that it was a great shame on me, especially since he had left his girlfriend and fled without even putting on his pants, which earned him the nickname 'Night Runner' in his social circles. Of course, don't call him that in front of him, this megalomaniac can't stand such humiliation, and he had a duel with a baron for it last week. ”

...

"Hmm...," Lawrence recalled the description of Crown Prince Louis as he mentally labeled the Count of Falcone:

"An arrogant man who can't control his lower body, judging from his duel with the baron and the performance he just had, seems to be a little irritable."

This kind of personality is not uncommon in the heirs of those big families, especially when they are in their teens and twenties, which is the age when they are most impulsive and flamboyant.

And for Lawrence, knowing this, it was easy to make the young and frivolous earl pay.

Just as Lawrence rubbed his forehead and pondered his revenge against Count Falcone, a brisk footstep suddenly sounded behind him, and then the man tapped Lawrence on the shoulder and asked with a smile:

"What's the matter, Monsieur Bonaparte, why do you look so sad? Got something to worry about? ”

Lawrence turned his head to see that Crown Princess Mary was looking at him with a smile, and behind her stood an entourage, presumably Crown Prince Louis who had left his German translation to the Crown Prince.

And in the banquet room, as the men went out hunting, the ladies began their own activities, and judging by the plates of delicate desserts brought by the castle's servants, it was expected that there would be a tea party.

Even with a translator, Dauphin Marie apparently had not yet integrated into the circle of these French ladies, so she had to run to Lawrence to pass the time.

Lawrence was about to get up and salute, but Crown Princess Mary gently pressed his shoulder, shook her head with a smile and said:

"You're still injured, so sit still."

Lawrence smiled wryly and said:

"Thank you, Your Highness, I don't have anything to worry about, I'm just thinking about something."

"Oh? Tell me about it? Crown Princess Mary asked with great interest, taking the initiative to pull out a chair and sit down opposite Lawrence.

"You may have seen the young nobleman who spoke disrespectfully to Crown Prince Louis just now, he is the Count of Falcone."

Lawrence shrugged and said casually:

"I'm thinking about him."

"Count Falcone...? I think I heard someone talk about him yesterday. ”

Crown Princess Mary puffed out her mouth slightly, poked her chin and thought for a while, and said uncertainly:

"It seems that Miss Elvi mentioned it, and you are interested in the earl? I can ask Miss Elvie to talk to you. ”

After Lawrence nodded in agreement, Crown Princess Mary waved to her entourage and asked him to invite Miss Elvi over.

A moment later, a radiant young lady in her twenties walked over with graceful steps.

Lawrence looked at Miss Elvie with interest, and it seemed that she had a good relationship with Crown Princess Mary.

This also made Lawrence a little curious, after all, Lawrence thought that the aristocratic ladies of France had not yet accepted the foreign crown princess.

Miss Elvie gave a brief dress to Lawrence and Crown Princess Mary, and then sat down next to Crown Princess Mary.

She first greeted Crown Princess Mary in fluent German, and then introduced herself to Lawrence with a smile:

"It is a pleasure to speak to you, Your Excellency Bonaparte, and I am Ilvié François."

At first, Lawrence was a little surprised by her fluency in German, but after hearing her surname, Lawrence understood that François was the surname of the Duke of Choiseul.

So Lawrence looked at Miss Elvie and asked:

"It's also my pleasure, so, you're the Duke of Choiseul...?"

"I'm the Duke's daughter." Miss Elvie smiled.

Lawrence nodded in understanding, no wonder Crown Princess Mary was the only one who could talk to this Miss Elvie.

On the one hand, this is because Lawrence wooed Crown Princess Mary yesterday in the name of the Duke of Choiseul, and on the other hand, it is also because the Duke of Choiseul and Crown Princess Mary are already somewhat related.

The father of the Duke of Choiseul was an advisor to the then Duke of Lorraine, who was also the father of the later Holy Roman Emperor and Crown Princess Marie, Franz I.

Both the Duke of Schwarcel himself and his younger brother served in the Austrian army and served as an attendant to Franz I, and in this sense, the Duke of Schwarcel was considered the former minister of Crown Princess Marie's father.

So it's no surprise that Miss Elvie speaks German and can talk to Crown Princess Mary.

However, in this way, the aristocratic circle of Europe is indeed a circle.

"I heard you a lot from my father, and he said you were a nice man."

Miss Elvie's eyes had a breathtaking charm, and she looked at Lawrence and said slowly:

"What do you have to do with me?"

"Nothing important, just to talk to you, I heard that you know more about Count Falcone?" Lawrence asked, looking into Miss Elvie's eyes.

"Oh... Count Falcone..."

When Miss Elvie heard the name, the smile on her face vanished in an instant, and she shook her head and sighed with a look of disgust.

"The mere hearing of that name makes me feel irritated, oh I'm not blaming you, Lord Bonaparte, this pervert is so disgusting."

Lawrence asked with concern, "Did something happen?" Miss Elvie. ”

Miss Elvie gritted her teeth, patted the table with some irritability, and said:

"He's clinging to me like a fly lately, and he's shamelessly openly pursuing me, and this megalomaniac has launched several duels against my other suitors, which really makes me feel disgusting."

"Uh, no wonder."

Lawrence nodded in understanding, no wonder Count Falcone, as the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu, had come to participate in the hunt organized by the Duke of Choiseul, and it seemed that he had come for Miss Elvie.

Lawrence looked at the beautiful Miss Elvie in front of him again, and probably guessed that Count Falcone's pursuit of her might have nothing to do with political purposes, and it was simply his lower body that began to agitate.

After all, it was impossible for the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu to get together with the daughter of the Duke of Choiseul in marriage.

However, Miss Elvie's account of the Count of Falcone initiating a duel with the other suitors made Lawrence's eyes light up.

"Can you tell me about his duel with the others?"

Lawrence asked, echoing Miss Elvie's dislike for Count Falcone.

"Duel? There's not much to say, he probably thinks he's quite manly. ”

Miss Elvi shook her shoulders and pouted:

"In just a few months, he has launched at least ten real sword duels."

"He won them all?"

Lawrence frowned and asked, in real sword duels, life and death are conceited, if Count Falcone can really win so many duels, it means that he really has some ability.

"In terms of results, yes. But—" said Miss Elvie disapprovingly:

"Half of the people who were duel by him did not accept it at all, and the remaining half, even if they accepted, they took the initiative to admit defeat after just two moves, who made him the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu. He relied on this shield to bring up duels to others even more unscrupulously. ”

"Is it..."

Lawrence listened patiently, almost having a plan in mind, and smiled and beckoned Miss Elvi to come over and whispered in her ear.

......

The next day's hunt was uneventful, and all the party rushed back to the castle before it was completely dark.

The nobles and ladies gathered again in the banquet hall to exchange or show off the day's harvest, and many young nobles would show their bravery by offering their prey as gifts to the young lady of their choice.

"Miss Elvie!"

Count Falcone was the last to enter the banquet hall, but he was also the most ostentatious, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he shouted inside, desperate for everyone to notice him:

"Allow me to offer you my prey, a majestic stag, and I hope you will accept it."

The nobles looked at Count Falcone in amazement, for he did have half an antler in his hand as a symbol of the stag, and the ladies would only accept a symbol like this when they accepted their prey, for the ladies could not be allowed to carry back with a bloody carcass.

Count Falcone lifted his head triumphantly, and received the eyes of the crowd mixed with envy and jealousy, and was eager to raise the antlers above his head, for not every hunter could return with a stag.

And for the ladies, half an antler of a stag is undoubtedly the most willing gift they would receive during a hunting event.

However, Count Falcone stopped and waited for a while, and Miss Elvi did not come up to accept his offer.

In an awkward atmosphere, Count Falcone searched the crowd for a few moments with a frown, before finding Miss Elvi.

I saw that the young lady he was in love with was talking to the Corsican village with a smile on her face, and the fingers of the two even touched each other, intentionally or unintentionally, and Miss Elvi was completely deaf to the gift of the Count of Falcone.

Seeing this, Crown Prince Louis grinned even more, and took the initiative to pinch his throat and let out a burst of boos, and soon the crowd also resounded one after another boos and laughter.

They all noticed this embarrassing scene, and couldn't help but laugh when they saw Count Falcone standing in place like a clown in the hunting ground, triumphant but frustrated.

The Count of Falcone, who was ridiculed, could not help but let out a low roar, then clutched the antlers in his hand tightly, walked towards Lawrence angrily, and said sharply:

"Sir Bonaparte, please get out of the way, I want to speak to Miss Elvie."

Lawrence laughed contemptuously twice, took the initiative to go up to Count Falcone, patted him on the shoulder with his bandaged right hand, and said in a voice that all could hear:

"I've walked away, but Miss Elvie doesn't seem to want to talk to you."

Under everyone's gaze, Miss Elvie turned her head to glance at Count Falcone, but her gaze did not linger on him for more than two seconds, and there was no smile on her face.

Seeing this scene, the laughter in the crowd intensified.

"You! You old countryman, dog-legged! Count Falcone was so angry that he smashed the antlers in his hand directly to the ground, pointed at Lawrence, and scolded without regard for grace.

Lawrence, on the other hand, bent down silently without changing his face, picked up the antlers that Count Falcone had thrown on the ground, held them in his hand and looked at them for a long time, put on an expression of disbelief, and said loudly:

"Wait! Count Falcone, is this the prey you want to offer to Miss Elvie? ”

"What do you want to say, Your Excellency Bonaparte." Count Falcone asked in a trembling voice, he had not been so angry a few times since he was a child.

"Tsk... I really shouldn't have been, I didn't expect it, alas, I really didn't expect it. ”

With a sighing expression on his face, Lawrence stroked the antlers on his hand in a foolish manner, and said with a sigh:

"You, even if you want to attract Miss Elvie's attention, you can't be a fool."

As soon as they heard Lawrence's words, the nobles in the banquet hall immediately came to their senses and gathered around to look at the antlers in Lawrence's hand.

"What?! What are you talking about? Count Falcone was stunned for a moment, and then angrily snatched the antlers from Lawrence's hand, not knowing what Lawrence meant.

"Ahh

Lawrence let out a long sigh, looked up at Count El Conne, and then lowered his head and sighed, and then said in a loud voice:

"Your antlers are fake, the fresh stag deer character Ze is darker than the antlers in your hand, and there will be no spots, your antlers are either market-bought or prepared in advance, anyway, it can't be cut from the freshly hunted stag."

"Shhh

"What?! You damn brute! What nonsense are you talking about?! The carcass of that deer is still out there! Do you dare to come out and take a look! ”

Count Falcone's face turned red, and he pointed at Lawrence's nose incoherently and cursed.

Lawrence just shrugged helplessly, looked at the other nobles and said:

"I'm not interested in how you faked it, this antler has betrayed you anyway."

Miss Elvie also walked up to Lawrence in due time, looked at Count Falcone with disgust, and said:

"Oh my God, I really didn't expect you to be such a person, please stop pestering me, you can't even do the most basic integrity, what else can you do."

"You! You! ”

Count Falcone was trembling all over, and he turned his head to look around, and almost everyone put on a look of pity for him, already believing that he had deceived him.

"Well... You, how dare you slander my reputation like this. ”

Count Falcone's voice was already squeezing out of his teeth, and he put the damned antler at his feet, stomped it apart, and then pointed at Lawrence and said:

"Lawrence Bonaparte, in order to defend my honor, I will fight you in a duel!"

Before Lawrence could reply, Miss Elvie stepped forward and scolded:

"Are you serious! You don't look at the wounds on the body of Lord Bonaparte, and you are going to duel with such a wounded? I really recognize you. ”

Miss Elvie's words immediately provoked an enthusiastic response, and the people looked at Count Falcone with sighs, thinking that his act of dueling the wounded was simply despicable, and that it was a completely undeserved gaffe even for a man in a rage.

"I... I..."

The Count of Falcone was momentarily speechless, but he did not want to postpone the duel, because by the time Lawrence recovered from his injuries and was able to accept the duel, rumors of his deception had already spread throughout Paris.

Just as Count Falcone himself was about to give up the duel, to everyone's surprise, Lawrence took two steps forward to block Miss Elvi behind him, and said solemnly and clearly to Count Falcone:

"I accept to fight you."

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