I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 536 Camelia's Professional "Craftsmanship"

If Joseph knew that Camelia's maid outfit was worth 2 francs, he would definitely shout "spendthrift girl".

However, the maid inherited 5 francs from her grandmother, plus the huge compensation that Joseph helped her get from Baron Walter, so she is now considered a "little rich woman" and can really afford this little money.

In fact, the tuition she paid to learn "advanced experience" from the ladies of the Palace of Versailles was much more expensive than this dress.

Camelia looked at the crown prince who was tasting the snacks she had made, and quickly went over the plans for tonight in her mind.

Since her last "action" failed, she has been "sleeping on straw and tasting gall" and making more thorough preparations. Today, she finally got the chance she had waited for -

Dr. Perna's mother has her birthday tomorrow, so she will be away from the Palace of Versailles for two days, which eliminates the biggest "obstacle".

And today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince happened to return to his bedroom to rest, which is a perfect opportunity to take action!
Joseph finished his midnight snack, stretched tiredly, and was about to wash up when he saw Camelia kneeling slightly beside him and whispered:
"Your Highness, you have been busy all day, you must be very tired, right?"

"Ah? I am indeed a little tired."

The maid smiled sweetly:

"Your Highness, I recently learned massage from Madam Morsan. Oh, they call it 'the sport of the nobility', which is very effective in relieving fatigue and relaxing the mind. Perhaps I can try it for you and help you get rid of your fatigue?"

Well, according to Madame Morsan, this massage technique originated from the Roman era. She spent a full 3 francs to learn it, just so that it could come in handy at this moment!
Joseph rubbed his sore shoulders and thought, I didn't expect this little girl to be so capable of so many things. She is simply the "chosen maid of heaven". So, he smiled and nodded:

"You are really versatile. Thank you for your help."

Camelia was secretly delighted. Her new tactic had successfully taken the first step! Mrs. Celes had promised her that as soon as the massage began, the prince would be hers...

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly stopped her daydreaming and worked with the maid to push in a special bed.

When Joseph saw the round hole on the headboard of the bed, he immediately realized that it was a massage bed. It seemed very professional and he immediately became more looking forward to Camelia's skills.

It seems that I will have a professional masseuse in the future, and she’s a beautiful girl with a proud figure wearing a maid outfit!

Well, I have been working hard for France in the past few years, and now I can finally enjoy the good life that a crown prince should have.

He took off his coat and handed it to the maid next to him, and at Camelia's signal, he lay face down on the massage bed. His face fit perfectly into the round hole, allowing his nose to breathe smoothly.

Then he closed his eyes and prepared to enjoy a comfortable massage.

Camelia also looked very professional. She took out a bag of massage tools and winked at the maids.

The maids immediately dispersed, some lit the fireplace, some lit incense, and some dimmed the lights and covered them with a pink glass cover, and then all left the house - they all received huge bribes from Camelia's maid, so naturally they were very cooperative.

The room was filled with soft pink light. The fire made the air warm. A faint fragrance wafted in. Joseph felt a pair of soft hands on his back. Before the massage even started, he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

At the end of a corridor in the South Hall of the Palace of Versailles, Sorel avoided the patrolling guards and hid in the shadows to quickly take off her long skirt, revealing the tight black hunting suit underneath. She looked around to make sure there was no one, and then slipped into a room next to the prince's bedroom.

She walked lightly past the bedroom of the sleeping noble family and subconsciously pressed the stack of banknotes in her pocket.

That was a full 5 francs! She worked hard for more than a year and earned 3 francs, plus the income from the small mulberry garden left to her by her mother, to make up the money.

In the previous fencing competition, she caused His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to lose 5 livres because of her childish arrogance - at least she always thought so - and as a responsible lady, she must compensate His Royal Highness.

At first, she expected to collect enough money by early summer this year. However, she unexpectedly received several commissions from the tax office a while ago. She went to the homes of some shameless tax farmers to "take away" their criminal evidence and received a commission of nearly 1 francs.

Well, after seeing the evil deeds of the tax farmers, Robespierre decided that these guys must be completely eliminated in order for the French people to survive.

Therefore, for some tax farmers whose crimes were not serious enough to be executed, he hired "professionals" to obtain evidence of their crimes through special means, and eventually succeeded in adding nearly 60 people to the death penalty list.

Sorel originally wanted to return the 5 francs directly to the Dauphin, but then he thought that with His Highness’ kindness and mercy, he would most likely not accept the money.

Finally she decided to quietly place the money in the prince's bedroom and not give him a chance to refuse.

Late at night, a black figure like a civet cat climbed up the window, then moved very lightly along the wall, accurately avoiding the sight of the patrolling guards in the courtyard.

When Sorel climbed to the window of the Crown Prince's bedroom and looked inside, he saw a faint pink glow shining through the gaps in the curtains, and was a little surprised.

Is Your Highness still awake?
She bit her lip and pulled her hood down a little, not ready to retreat.

She was confident in her skills and could get the money in even if he wasn't asleep!
However, what she didn't notice was that the window on the left side of the Crown Prince's room was pushed open a crack, and the captain of the Crown Prince's guard, Ksode, was staring at her back and was in a dilemma.

He had spotted Sorel the moment she entered the nobleman's room, but he also recognized who she was.

In his memory, this little girl appeared beside His Highness many times, and it seemed...the two of them were quite close.

So, she went to His Highness's residence alone late at night, most likely to...well, you know.

If I rush forward to stop her at this moment, it might ruin His Highness's good deeds. But if she is going to do something bad, if I let her do nothing, it will cause even bigger problems.

He shook his head, signaling his guards and servants to keep quiet. He placed his hand on his sword, quietly pushed open the door of His Highness's room a crack, and listened vigilantly to the movements inside.

On the other side, Sorel also skillfully unfastened the window catch and jumped into the house without disturbing anyone.

At this moment, the sleepy Joseph suddenly widened his eyes and let out a shrill scream:

"what--"

(End of this chapter)