King's Landing in France

Chapter 3 A Different View of Money

In order to confirm her thoughts, An Ning touched the wound on her head.

Sure enough, after running all the way down, the wound has healed, and now there is only scabbed blood to the touch, and there is no pain at all.

He exerted a little force, and a piece of the scabbed blood was removed. It stands to reason that the exposed part should bleed again.

But that didn't happen.

The wound has healed.

This should be the same breath and blood recovery system as in FPS games. As long as you don't get hit continuously, find a place to hide and take a breath, and you can recover your vitality.

It's just that the breathing time is not as long as a few seconds in the game.

For an injury of the degree of head ricochet, An Ning estimated that it would take more than a day to recover. As for other more serious injuries, it may take longer to recover.

But this does not mean that An Ning can sit back and relax.

After all, breathing blood recovery in the game is different from being invincible. As long as you receive lethal damage once, you will still die.

In other words, if the gunshot wound to the head this morning hadn't been blown off his skull, he would have to confess.

Sure enough, I still need to find a reason to stay away from the battlefield.

It's best to find a position that can strategize in the rear, make war fortune, and make a fortune in peace and stability.

In order to achieve this goal, the young master of the Duke's family, Klotz, must be sent to the Duke—yes, the task has been clearly stated, and it is only when he is sent to the Duke that it is over, not just sending him back to his own front.

An Ning put away his flintlock pistol, knelt down and began to feel for the torn pocket of the bandit leader. Soon he found a few biscuits and handed one to Crotz.

Immediately afterwards, he rummaged through another pocket while eating biscuits, and took out a pocket watch and several gold coins from it.

An Ning put the pocket watch and gold coins in her pocket, then glanced at the young master, fearing that he would dislike her behavior of searching for corpses.

However, Klotz was struggling with dry and hard biscuits, frowning, and had no time for peace.

An Ning felt relieved, threw the rest of the biscuit into her mouth, and began to chew without hindrance—strange to say, it was completely fine to chew this biscuit by herself, but she was a little thirsty.

An Ning touched a few other pockets, and after making sure that the pockets were all empty, he took off the ID card and medal from the bandit leader, then took off the dead man's shirt and hugged it, making a bundle and putting it on his shoulders.

Who knows if money will be used on the way to escape, and these medals and badges are kept, maybe they can be exchanged for money.

After finishing this step, An Ning was about to leave when she suddenly found that the shoes on the gangster's feet were pretty good, much better than her rotten shoes.

So he took off his boots, gestured on his feet, and changed into them after confirming that they could be worn.

——Okay, the first battle result after searching for time travel.

An Ning stood up, turned her head and asked the young master: "Young master... can you still leave now?"

The young master nodded: "My feet... No, I can walk!"

"Okay, I'll support you. The enemy's cavalry may be patrolling after dawn. Before that, we should get as close to our army as possible."

An Ning said this a little unconfidently.

The French army has been defeated, who knows if our army can be found, or they will have to go all the way back to their country.

——Yes, France went abroad to fight this time, and fought a big defeat on other people's land.

Those rogues just now spoke German. From the perspective of the North Germans, this group of thieves is still here to intercept and kill the righteous soldiers of the invading army.

An Ning supported the young master, and dragged him forward as he staggered.

The young master suddenly asked: "It's so dark, do you know how to go?"

An Ning: "I probably know, let's take a step and see."

In fact, he knows exactly how to go, after all, there are mission path points to guide him.

But he had to pretend to be lucky.

The young master nodded, and after walking a few more steps, he asked An Ning again: "The sword technique you used to kill the robber just now..."

"To be honest, it's just adapting to the situation. Mr. Tollestel, we don't have much water, and we don't know how long it will take to get supplies. It's best to save some saliva," An Ning said.

He is not too happy to talk about the sword technique he just demonstrated. After all, he really has never learned it, and he just cheated on it. If the young master thinks he is a master of swordsmanship, it will be bad for him to reveal his secrets in the future.

Master Crotz shut up.

But he didn't close it for long.

Crotz: "Mr. Frost, what you did just now was really heroic! You must be an experienced sergeant..."

- No no, I'm just a drummer.

Crotz: "I have always wanted to have a heroic guard like you. My orderly should have been guarding me all the time, but he ran away after the first round of shooting."

An Ning: "After you were left behind, did you fight until the end?"

"No, I was stunned by the cannon while I turned to call my orderly. And you, Mr. Frost?"

——I was shot in the head and then bounced, and then I recovered my life by breathing through the plug-in.

An Ning: "I was also stunned. Also, let me tell you one thing, I am actually just a military musician playing drums. You should be able to tell by looking at my clothes."

An Ning told the truth, first of all, it can be seen from the military uniform, there is no need to hide it, and second, after knowing that he is a military musician, Crotz will probably not insist on thinking that An Ning is a swordsman with secret sword skills.

This era should be quite superstitious, and An Ning didn't want to be seen as having cheats on her body.

Unexpectedly, Crotz admired him even more: "A military musician is so brave. It's a waste of you being a military musician. When we return to the army, please be my follower."

An Ning thought that this is exactly what I want, I want to send you back to your father all the time, the role of follower is just right.

At this time, a line of words suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of An Ning's field of vision: [Clots de Tolestel's trust in you has been greatly improved, and now his favorability for you is admiration. 】

An Ning raised her eyebrows, and she only performed a block and counterattack in front of this young master to get her reputation to Adoration?

Is it because this young master is indifferent to the world?
No matter, in this era, there should be no great revolution in France. It is a good thing that a noble young master worships himself.

An Ning is the hope now. After returning to the army, this little young master should not run to the front line again. He doesn't want to go through this kind of hell again.

At this time, Crotz asked An Ning again: "Mr. Frost, why did you go to the battlefield?"

An Ning didn't frown, but the young master's question seemed very unearthly.

"Why else?" An Ning asked the young master, "Aside from being unable to afford military service exemption, what other reasons can there be?"

While answering this, An Ning recalled the scene when she joined the army in her mind. At that time, her mother and sister were in tears, and her father, who was a cobbler, had a sullen face and kept chewing tobacco.

According to the king's order, each family must send a male to join the war, otherwise they will have to pay high immunity taxes, so An Ning had no choice but to join the king's army and became a military musician.

Crotz was a little embarrassed: "Uh... sorry..."

An Ning shook her head lightly.

Afterwards, the two of them continued on their way in silence until the horizon was slightly pale.

At this time, An Ning saw a farmhouse in front of him, and a farmer was opening the door of the farmhouse to let the cows out to graze.

An Ning: "Little Master, are you thirsty?"

"A little..."

"Where's the stomach?"

Klotz's belly croaked out of anger.

An Ning: "Okay, let's go to that farmhouse to see if we can buy some food and water."

"Okay, I have a few kroner silver coins." Croz said, taking out the krona from his pocket and handing it to An Ning, "I'll give it to you, I don't speak German."

An Ning originally wanted to buy it with the money he plundered yesterday, but of course he has no objection if the young master is willing to pay.

However, Crotz's concept of money is obviously different from that of a commoner.In An Ning's cognition, the unit of currency is mainly "sou", and currency units such as krona and livre are not used at all, and the coins on An Ning are also united in sou.

This young master took out a silver coin and it was a crown.

Just to buy some supplies, where can I use silver coins like krona...

An Ning took the silver coins while muttering, then helped the young master to sit down on the side of the road, and then walked towards the farmhouse with big strides.

(End of this chapter)