"Peciri, tell me what happened? What the hell is wrong with him, cousin! ”

Peciri's expression made little Jérôme's originally calm heart ripple, his smiling face gradually turned into a solemn look, his drooping hands unconsciously rubbed the brown and yellow cowhide trousers, and his mind kept thinking about the "information" of his previous life.

I forgot to mention that in his previous life, Jérôme Jérôme was a veteran lover of European history, and he was well versed in post-Revolution history, and he didn't know which way he had provoked him, and he was reading a historical material called "Napoleon III", and then he was forced to cross.

For four months, little Jérôme did not dare to act out of the ordinary, for he was afraid that his little butterfly would stir up his wings and instigate his cousin's throne, which would be ridiculous and generous.

As long as the cousin becomes the emperor of the empire, he can be a prince with real power.

As for the future Franco-Prussian War to lose the throne? Jérôme Jerrome won't let it happen at all.

"No, my cousin shouldn't be okay at this time!"

Jérôme Jr. "clearly" "remembers" his past life that his cousin returned to Paris in April, then was kicked out of the country, and returned to Paris again in July to run for president.

History of the line of Louis. Bonaparte went all the way to the presidency.

Unexpectedly, the butterfly wings were still instigated from Paris to London.

"Your Majesty, he ......" Pesiri bowed his head and sighed, and said in a slurred voice, "He has cholera, I'm afraid he ......"

The word "cholera" slammed into Jérôme's heart like two hammers, and an indescribable emptiness poured into Jérôme's heart, followed by a brief palpitation.

The sensation came from the soul acting on Jérôme's body, causing him to lean back slightly, and his knees fell to the ground as if they had been pulled out of force.

Fortunately, Fleury was quick to hold Jérôme, and Jérôme was not disgraced.

Jérôme, who was being supported by Fleury, whispered word by word: "Monsieur Persiri! You promised me to take care of him dutifully, what the hell is going on! Cousin, why did he get cholera! ”

In the 19th century, when there were no antibiotics, no penicillin, and even medicine was still from chaotic to systematic, the most common and fatal was "cholera".

Sensing Jérôme's anger, Persiri cautiously responded: "Your Majesty, he may have been contaminated when he was working as a vigilante in Britain!" Some time ago, there was an epidemic of that strange disease in Britain! [note 1]

"Vigilantes? A leader of the Bonaparte family, a prince to be a vigilante? Jérôme laughed angrily and pointed at Pesiri and angrily rebuked: "What the hell are you eating!" Aunt Adams, her father, her sister, and the entire Bonaparte family entrusted you with the "leader" of the Bonaparte family, and you didn't do anything! If you hadn't egged on your cousin in the first place, my cousin wouldn't have taken this path......"

The resentment hidden in the depths of his soul was vented through the mouth of Jérôme, and Pesiri could only resign himself to saying that he had not fulfilled his role as a subordinate.

After some bloody invective, Jérôme asked again: "Where is my cousin now?" ”

"King St. James's Street, taken care of by Miss Howard!" After being reprimanded by Jérôme, Pesiri, who looked sluggish, hurriedly responded.

"Why don't you put ......"

Jérôme, who wanted to reprimand Pesiri for why he didn't take his cousin to the hospital, suddenly remembered.

In the 19th century, when medical facilities were not yet perfect, public hospitals and even some private hospitals were not as good as at home, and most of the doctors in public hospitals were part-time doctors, and many doctors still used their crappy earthwork to earn tips without a doctor's professional exam.

Operating tables full of flies, oil-stained gauze, unsterilized scalpels, each seemed to be a challenge God gave to the gentlemen of the 19th century.

Staying at home is a good alternative to a dirty hospital.

Of course, these cases are only for the wealthy, and the workers who do not have money can only enjoy the treatment of the lame doctors from the street charity hospital.

Jérôme. Bonaparte shouted to Pesiri and Fleury: "Don't go quickly! ”

Under the leadership of Fleury, Jérôme. Bonaparte came to a dark black carriage with a striking Bonaparte logo on the side compartment.

The carriage was apparently not rented temporarily, but was used by the cousin for his daily interactions.

A good carriage costs about 2,400 francs, or about 4,000 francs a year with forage and other miscellaneous stuff.

Jérôme concluded that his cousin might have used the new debt to pay off the old debt, using his father's estate as collateral.

Jérôme opened the door and slipped into the carriage, followed by Pesiri, while Fleury sat in the driver's seat of the carriage with one hand on the horse's head and the other with a whip.

"Sit tight!" The carriage began to move with Fleury's skillful technique.

……

Jerome in the carriage closed his eyes and thought about the next road.

Pesiri, who sat opposite Jérôme, looked around nervously, occasionally sweeping his gaze towards Jérôme.

The carriage was driven by Fleury and soon left and right out of the East End slum of London, crossed Waterloo Bridge and continued on, with Shaftbury Street/St Martin's Church, the boundary between the two worlds, in sight.

Behind the carriage were low, dilapidated three-story buildings, while in front of the carriage were rows of small apartments.

If you look to the left in the direction of St Martin's Church, you can even see the spire of Buckingham Palace.

A church and an iron bridge separate the rich from the poor.

Upon entering Shafterlitz Street, the surrounding police force increased significantly, and vigilantes in shabby uniforms and armed with revolvers could be seen patrolling the street every dozen meters.

Even the shops have become clean and tidy, and the hustle and bustle of the slums has disappeared.

The well-dressed gentlemen likewise nodded to each other.

Fleury slowed down his horse to prevent a crash through the streets of Shafterburitz and stopped at a small mansion at the end of King St. James's Street.

"Your Highness, we have arrived!" Pesiri's voice reached Jérôme's ears.

Jérôme slowly opened his eyes.

PS: 1. Louie. After fleeing Strasbourg for London, Bonaparte volunteered as a bring-your-food vigilante in the London area and suppressed the workers' charter movement that had been brewing in Britain in April.