"Huhu~ Haole, I can finally rest for a while."

To the west of the gates of the Palace of Versailles was a large open space, and the coachman Pym, humming merrily, came to a halt in the carriage with great ease, and then stretched out relaxed.

He was dressed in a new black gown, and when he got closer, he could smell the burnt fur from the iron, and the top hat on his head looked very inappropriate, a full three sizes smaller than his head, but it was decent if he didn't look closely.

Although such a dress would be ridiculed in the salon of any lady, it was undoubtedly quite a luxurious uniform for a coachman.

Pym didn't like the way the suit wrapped around his neck, but he enjoyed driving the horse-drawn carriage through the streets of Paris in the uniform.

Because it shows that he is the coachman of the Duke of Richelieu, and in Pym's opinion, not everyone can be the coachman of the Duke.

After stopping the carriage in the clearing, Pym also leisurely took out his cigarette gun and began to swallow the clouds.

For him, the day's work is half done; The four horses in the car had already been fed before departure, and he had nothing else to do, except to sleep here for half a day and wait at the gates of Versailles for the Duke of Richelieu to leave the banquet.

Pym half-reclined in the driver's seat, adjusted himself to the most comfortable position, and then closed his eyes and prepared for a comfortable night's sleep.

However, just after Pym had closed his eyes and squinted for ten minutes, he suddenly felt a violent shaking of the carriage, which almost did not shake himself out, followed by the screaming neighing of horses.

He quickly woke up from his sleep, sat up, and opened his eyes to look ahead, only to see a black horse on the far right somehow going crazy, raising its hooves to kick a young gentleman next to him.

The young gentleman looked startled, and was dodging the horse's hooves in panic.

"Oh my God!"

Pym's eyes widened, and he hurriedly jumped out of the carriage in a state of astonishment, and grabbed the black horse's cage with all his might, while shouting at the young gentleman:

"Sir! Get out of the way, this brute is going crazy somehow. ”

With that, Pym grabbed the black horse harder, and at the same time reached out and took off the whip from the seat, and without hesitation, he whipped it on the horse's back, and shouted curses in his mouth.

It was only after a long time that the horse was finally subdued by Pym and walked back quietly to stand with the other three ponies.

"Whew, whew, this brute, it's damned."

Pym spat on the ground and scolded, while wiping a handful of cold sweat with a heartbeat, looking at the young gentleman who had just been almost kicked very uneasily, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Dear Sir... You, are you alright? I'm really sorry..."

Although Pym was just a stableman who pulled carts and horses, he knew that the people who could walk around the Palace of Versailles were all nobles and celebrities.

Especially the other party's dress, although Pym can't say anything, he thinks it looks like the clothes of the big guys.

Although the other party did not seem to be injured, he must have been frightened by the black horse just now, and the thought of this made Pym even more uneasy, and thought extremely worriedly:

"My God, if the Duke knew about this, wouldn't my job be... God, I'm going to move to the slums. ”

The gentleman frowned, glanced at the horses just now, snorted with dissatisfaction, and said:

"Hmph, I'm glad I reacted in time, you're such a terrible stable, you can't even take care of your own horses?"

With that, the gentleman turned his head again to look at the coat of arms on the carriage, and added, with a look of astonishment:

"Oh? Are you still the coachman of the Duke of Richelieu? Tsk, the Duke of Richelieu would hire such a coachman, and I really want to talk to him when I see him at Versailles in a moment. ”

Pym suddenly felt a chuckle in his heart, and even felt his heartbeat stop for a moment, and hurriedly said with a pale face:

"I... Dear sir, I really don't know what's going on, these horses are usually well-behaved, you see, how quiet it is now, even if it is whipped all right, I have no idea what is going on. ”

The gentleman's face became even more gloomy when he heard this, and he said unhappily:

"What do you mean by that? You want to say that I provoked this horse myself? ”

"No, no, of course not, I didn't mean that..."

Pym's face turned even paler, and he waved his hand again and again.

"Hmph"

The young gentleman frowned and looked at Pym, looked at the coat of arms of the Richelieu family on the carriage twice, and said slowly:

"I still don't believe that a man like you could be a stableman of the Duke of Richelieu, you can't be a horse thief, right?"

As soon as he had finished speaking, the young gentleman looked around, as if he was ready to call the guards to deal with it.

"I, I'm not a horse thief! Please, don't call the guards! ”

Pym exclaimed, knelt down in front of the gentleman with a plop, wiped his uncontrollable tears and said:

"I really didn't lie to you, please don't call the guards, the Duke of Richelieu will definitely drive me away if he knows about this, I still have a wife and daughter to support, they are counting on my salary, I..."

"Alright, alright, hurry up."

The gentleman raised his chin impatiently, motioned for Pym to stand up, and then spread his hands and said:

"Well, it's okay not to let the guards deal with it, then I'll ask you a few questions about the Duke of Richelieu, and if you can't answer that, then I won't believe your nonsense. Let me tell you first, I don't have a good relationship with the Duke of Richelieu, don't try to fool around. ”

"Oh of course, of course, you ask, I'm definitely not a thief."

Pym hurriedly stood up, bowed gratefully to the young gentleman, and spoke incoherently.

The young gentleman touched his chin, pondered for a moment, looked at the coachman Pym in front of him, and then asked aloud:

"You know who the Duke of Richelieu came to Versailles in the morning, right?"

"I know I know, it's with an Englishman, it seems to be some kind of baron, but I don't know him, and the Duke and he have only recently met."

Pym said excitedly, in order to gain the trust of the other party, he wanted to tell everything he knew about the irrelevance.

"Hmm... In fact that's Baron Betura, well, you're right. The young gentleman nodded thoughtfully, and then asked:

"Then you should know where the Duke of Richelieu picked up Baron Betula this morning, right?"

"Where did you pick up Baron Betura...?"

Pym grunted strangely, scratched his head anxiously, looked around helplessly, and then whispered:

"But... Baron Betula has been staying at the Duke's mansion for the past few days, and they have been on their way together in the morning, and I have personally helped them into the car. ”

"Oh? This is a bit different from what I knew. The young gentleman pretended to be calm and said:

"Forget it, let's assume I'm mistaken, so let's last question, has the Duke of Richelieu been staying more in Versailles or Paris more lately?"

Pym blinked, and after a little calculation, replied confidently:

"The Duke is basically in Paris, and this time I should have come to Versailles only for a banquet, and the itinerary I was arranged to return to Paris tomorrow."

"Oh..."

The young gentleman nodded slightly, then shrugged his shoulders and looked at Pym and said:

"Although there are some doubts about your ability to work, it seems that you are indeed the coachman of the Duke of Richelieu, and watch your horse well, so as not to hurt anyone else. By the way, what's your name? ”

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Pym swallowed and said with sincere fear:

"My name is Pym Dudley..."

"Okay, Pym, I won't pursue you this time, but don't have a next time, I have to deal with the Duke of Richelieu, maybe I can see you again."

The young gentleman waved his hand at Pym and said, then turned and walked directly towards the gate of the Palace of Versailles.

Pym was relieved to see the gentleman turn away, as if he had been reborn from the catastrophe, and quickly took off his hat and bowed to the back of the merciful gentleman.

It wasn't until the gentleman had gone far away that Pym wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staggered over to the black horse that had just kicked him, and muttered quietly as he examined it:

"My old man, you almost killed me, what's the matter with you today...... Wait, this is..."

Pym, who was stroking the horse's belly, suddenly felt something, and then went down to look at the black horse's belly, only to see that there was a bloody hole the size of a fingernail at some point, and blood was still oozing out in small strands at the moment.

"Shhh

"It turned out that it was injured, no wonder it became so irritable, alas, it was really unlucky, and I don't know where it was injured."

On the other side, the young gentleman threw the steel nail in his pocket stained with horse blood in the grass by the roadside, and walked into the Palace of Versailles under the reverent gaze of the guards.

......

Bang!

In the billiard room in the Venus Room at the Palace of Versailles, the Duke of Choiseul leaned over the pool table elegantly, focusing on the black ball in front of him.

The mahogany club on the back of his hand was stretching and retracting, as if he was thinking about the power and position of the hit.

Several nobles at the table also looked at the Duke of Choiseul with bated breath, ready to offer the fastest words of praise after the Duke had scored.

A figure like the Duke of Choiseul, who stood at the top of the political arena, naturally became the object of the aristocracy, and even in such a billiard entertainment game, everyone present subconsciously regarded the Duke of Choiseul as the most central figure, listening to and watching his every move.

The Duke of Choiseul took a deep breath and was about to push the cue stick in his hand to start hitting the ball, when he saw the door of the billiard room unceremoniously pushed open.

The nobles in the room, after noticing that the Duke of Choiseul had been interrupted by this sudden noise, looked at the young man who pushed the door with righteous indignation, frowned and reprimanded:

"Hey! Young people, really uneducated. ”

"Didn't you see the Duke of Choiseul batting, disappointing fellow?"

"Really, how did you get into the Palace of Versailles?"

...

However, the Duke of Choiseul, who had been interrupted from his shot, looked up at the comer, but did not have the slightest irritation, but threw the club directly on the table, stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said:

"You are back, Governor Bonaparte, and I would like to introduce you to this the Governor of Corsica, Lawrence Bonaparte."

Lawrence bowed expressionlessly to the nobles in the room, and said:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm sorry to bother you."

The few people who had just reprimanded him suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating flies, and they really wanted to slap themselves twice and hate themselves, but they didn't remember that a Corsican who was very highly regarded by the Duke of Choisell had been following him recently.

Seeing this, these people also quickly stood up, and came up without any embarrassment, and said approvingly:

"It turned out to be Governor Bonaparte, who was really a young talent, and he was so energetic even when he opened the door."

"We've all heard about you, and I have to say, it's really impressive."

"Would you like a game of billiards too?" The man who was playing against the Duke of Choiseul offered to hand Lawrence the club and asked.

The Duke of Schwarseul took the initiative to speak for Lawrence and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, I think Governor Bonaparte has received it, but I have something to do with Governor Bonaparte, so I have to lose company first."

After that, the Duke of Schwarcel led Lawrence out of the billiard room directly, leaving a room full of nobles looking at Lawrence's back with envy and sigh, how they hoped that the person who was so valued by the Duke of Schwarcel could be themselves.

...

The Duke of Choiseul led Lawrence to the back garden, where he found a secluded table and sat down.

After confirming that there was no one else around, the Duke of Choiseul asked in a deep voice:

"So, how's your inquiry going?"

"It's a bit rewarding."

Lawrence nodded and said:

"It has been confirmed that Richelieu and Baron Betula did not meet by chance today, Baron Betula has been a guest at the Richelieu Mansion for a few days, and the Duke of Richelieu was not in Versailles during this time, most of the time in Paris, so it is very likely that he had contact with Baron Betula when he was in Paris."

"Hmm... It is indeed possible that the king prefers a great nobleman like us to stay in Versailles rather than Paris, because he wants us to keep everything under his nose. ”

The Duke of Choiseul said with deep contempt:

"It is impossible that the Duke of Richelieu, who attaches great importance to his relationship with the king, is not unaware of this, but he still chooses to stay in Paris, and there must be something that he needs to deal with."

During the reign of Louis XIV, in order to consolidate royal power and prevent the nobles from rebelling in their fiefdoms, he forced them to leave their local fiefs and live in Versailles.

At first, the nobility resisted this, but as Versailles and the Palace of Versailles grew in size, more and more nobles embraced Versailles as a symbol of fashion and glory, and the king was happy to see this.

"In any case, let's make up my mind after talking to the English envoy, I have arranged for people to wait at the door of the theater, and they will invite him over after they have finished the play."

The Duke of Choiseul said with great sophistication:

"By the way, who did you find out about this news with?"

"The coachman of the Duke of Richelieu."

Lawrence said lightly:

"With some means, the coachman didn't notice who I was, and I thought he could be a good pawn against Richelieu."

"Coachman?" Duke Choiseul looked at Lawrence with some surprise, frowned, and said:

"I don't think these people can do anything, such chess pieces are too small."

"Perhaps, but I think he's going to be a small but useful pawn."

Lawrence still insisted that he already had a plan for the coachman named Pym.

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