King's Landing in France

Chapter 6 The Doubt in the Young Master
After a while, An Ning suddenly felt something leaning against her shoulder.

He turned his head and found that it was Crotz's head.

——Damn it, it doesn't make me happy to be leaned on my shoulder by a man.

Thinking about it, An Ning pushed the young master's head away, but when he touched Crotz's shoulder, he suddenly felt suspicious.

"Is this guy's shoulders a bit too narrow?" An Ning muttered, holding Crotz's shoulders with both hands, one left and one right. Obviously, as a man's shoulders, the shoulders are not wide enough.

Once doubt arises, everything in An Ning's eyes suddenly becomes suspicious.

Like Crotz's smooth jaw.

An Ning herself belongs to the type of beard that grows faster, and it feels hairy to the touch after a day without shaving.

But Crotz's chin was smooth to the touch, without any prickly feeling.

Even if he is young, he shouldn't be so smooth, right?
An Ning glanced at the old German farmer who was driving in front of him, and after making sure that the other side was not paying attention to the back, he gently checked Klotz's chest muscles.

——Is this hard or soft?

Even a girl may have a flat chest, but I can only confirm it directly...

Crotz wore tight trousers commonly seen by nobles on his lower body. The length of the trousers just reached the knees, and the legs below the knees were wrapped in white stockings.

From the perspective of future generations, if this dress is worn on a woman, it is quite sexy?
It's a pity that women in this era don't wear it like this. On the contrary, all aristocratic gentlemen wear tights and stockings like this.

Still white silk.

An Ning stared at Crotz's trousers, thinking that if it was a man, the shape of the trousers would be too undulating.

But is it a bit too much to check directly? What if someone just woke up?
I have just completed the extra task objective, which has raised Klotz's favorability to trust, and the reward of fifty crowns is still in the bank and has not been taken yet.

In order to satisfy my curiosity, I lost my goodwill all at once, isn't it a little bit worth the loss?
——If I pretend I haven’t found anything here, there won’t be any negative effects. The only problem is that I can’t satisfy my curiosity.

Besides, if Klotz is really a woman, I will have a chance to find out later—it is impossible for him not to go to the toilet, right?
After making up her mind, An Ning suppressed her curiosity and pretended not to notice anything.

Just at this time, the old German farmer turned his head and said to An Ning in high German with a strong accent: "The border of our lord's territory is about to go further. Although I am not a serf, but..."

An Ning: "You took a silver coin of one crown, think about that silver coin, think about its attractive luster."

The old farmer thought for a while, then drove the car and continued on.

Under the leadership of Frederick II and Empress Teresa, the nobles of Germany should have carried out the reform of serfdom and liberated some serfs.

The old farmer was probably the lord's serf when he was young, and then he was freed. Now he still dare not cross the border of the lord's land easily.

The bullock cart wobbled across the territorial dividing line.

An Ning saw an abrupt stone pier on the side of the road, and guessed that it was a boundary marker.

He doesn't know if it's specific.

Not far after passing the boundary marker, the bullock cart passed a group of rout soldiers wearing the white uniforms of the French army.

A rout soldier rolled up a flag full of irises, using the flagpole as a crutch, and walked with a limp.

When the soldier saw the ox cart, he immediately opened his mouth to say something, only to see An Ning and young master Crotz on the ox cart.

He stared at Crotz's half-moon dog tag, and finally curled his lips and looked away.

An Ning guessed that the soldier wanted to take a ride, but he hesitated when he saw the officer.

It was, after all, 1780, the Great Revolution had not yet broken out, and the officer lord still had some prestige among ordinary people.

When the French sent Louis XVI to the guillotine, it's hard to say whether the half-moon dog tag of the aristocrat will have such a great deterrent effect.

The bullock carts creaked and passed by the demoralized soldiers.

Most of the defeated soldiers chose to remain silent after seeing Crotz's dog tag, and did not ask for a ride.

Finally, iris flags began to appear in front of the bullock cart.

An Ning stretched her neck and looked ahead.

It seems that the French troops ahead are building defensive facilities against the hills.

Nearer, by the side of the dirt road, an officer was standing by the side of the road, yelling at the soldiers walking along the dirt road: "The broken soldiers should register here, those who can't write go over there, and tell the secretary Officials should state their names, those who can write come here to register..."

An Ning raised her voice: "Mr. Officer, my master is Croz de Tolestel, the son of the Duke of Orleans!"

In fact, An Ning should also declare his identity: Andy Frost, the military musician of the 20th Battalion of the No. [-] Infantry Regiment of Caen.

But he didn't want to be separated from the young master, so he deliberately concealed his identity and didn't report it, so that everyone would take it for granted that he was Tollestel's orderly.

Literally speaking, this task of mine is not over until the young master is delivered to the Duke.An Ning would never allow this task to fail because she separated from the young master in advance.

The officer came to the side of the bullock cart, leaned on the railing of the bullock cart and looked up, and looked away when he saw Crotz who was still asleep.

Crotz looked like an unworldly noble young master, and it seemed that his identity was immediately recognized by the officer.

"The clerk who is responsible for registering the noble survivors is in front. You don't have to go too far to see him. Say hello to His Excellency the Marquis for me." The officer waved his hand.

An Ning was a little puzzled: Your Excellency the Marquis?
At this time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have read a saying somewhere that Europeans would honor the son of a duke as a marquis, and the son of a marquis as an earl, and so on.

Therefore, Croz should now be honored as the Marquis of Thoresteil, because he is the son of the Duke of Orleans.

An Ning couldn't help but support his forehead. He didn't seem to have called Klotz the Marquis last night.

But this guy's affection for him has reached the level of trust, he—or she shouldn't care about such details, right?

While An Ning was thinking about this, the officer who was taking in the rout asked him suspiciously: "Do you have any questions? Why don't you leave?"

Only then did An Ning realize that the old farmer couldn't understand French, so he ignored the officer's order to move forward.

So An Ning said to the old farmer in German: "Go forward and stop by the officer in front."

"Man," the officer who was gathering the rout said to An Ning with a smile, "You speak High German well, and your accent feels very positive. It seems that the Duke has found a very reliable attendant for the Marquis."

An Ning smiled in response.

Sure enough, he was regarded as Crotz's attendant.

This is good.

Just send Crotz all the way back to his father as an attendant!
(End of this chapter)