Sur ma peau

08

A week later, Minos belatedly arrived with news.

"There are no results so quickly. Recently, they have been too busy to take care of themselves."

"The third-level councilor election?" Yabofika crossed out a number on the self-made calendar card, turned over two pages, and circled one.

The paper on his desk was full of numbers and unrecognizable abbreviations, and the pocket watch temporarily used as a paperweight was opened. It had a black dial and diamond hour markers, and the gold hands jumped from one frame to the next.

Fifteen minutes until the next patrol passes.

"Yes, the king ordered two days ago that the number of representatives of the third class needs to be equal to the sum of the number of representatives of the other two classes, and the number has doubled." There was only one way to the tower, and he had to leave at least five minutes early to avoid running into a patrol.

"Two rounds of re-selection will indeed take a while." Yabofika took out a blank piece of paper and quickly wrote a series of disorderly letters, occasionally stopping to erase some, as his thinking increased Or delete.

He probably has a whole set of deciphering methods in his mind, and Minos is inevitably eager to try it. If these secrets can be stripped from his body, it must be a wonderful thing.

In the end Abafika left with two pairs of letters, expanding them one by one into the name.

Sieyes the priest, Mirabeau the noble.

First class and second class.A trace of sarcasm flashed in Minos' eyes, as if sensing his disdain, Yabofika explained: "Represents the third class, and the candidates should not be limited to the third class."

"Allies of other classes—" would have been more helpful.

His words stopped abruptly, and the uniform footsteps of the patrol entered the range of the tower, and it was too late to evade.

The patrol pattern was disrupted, maybe someone noticed something.

Minos stepped forward a few steps, buckled the man on the back of the chair, pushed his knees between his legs, leaned over in an ambiguous posture, and could almost feel each other's breath.

"Shut up," Minos said.

In fact, the closet can hide people, but Minos certainly did not avoid other people, and came as a normal patrol, and there was no reason to stay in the cell for so long.Overconfident and reckless.After hesitating for a few seconds, Yabofika raised her hand and slowly hugged the opponent's back.

Now things are more complicated, and many details of the plan need to be readjusted.

It sucks to work with someone who is not reliable.Yabofika silently counted down the time until the patrol passed the door, and tightened her fingers at the last second.

"Sorry." After the footsteps of the team went away, Minos backed away, straightened his clothes and apologized formulaically.It looked like an inseparable deep kiss, but in fact it was just a borrowing, without even touching.

In the blink of an eye, it was May, and the members of the third level finally decided, and the meeting time was adjusted several times and finally set on May [-]th.During this period, Minos adjusted the guarding schedule several times, and the previous accident never happened again.

The temperature in May is not as severe as before, and it is still not warm, but it is a season with frequent wind and cold, so Sir Francois, the royal doctor, keeps visiting every two weeks, and the latest time he brought the Queen's Gift.

Her Majesty's newly designed spring clothes, which received suggestions, were obviously much simpler and simpler, but in terms of details, the Queen still stubbornly maintained her love for jewelry and ribbons.The shirt buttons with whole pearls, the wide silk bow tie, and the few places where the embroidery has been replaced with silver thread are not very obvious on the light-colored spring coat.

The royal family's expenses were cut again in the spring, and the crown prince's condition has not improved. These clothes are almost the greatest care and kindness that the queen can give.

"how?"

When Minos came in, Yabofika didn't raise her head, she was still writing something on the paper.

"One day's financial report." There is also the king's short opening speech, the first day of the three-level parliament, the royal family's focus is only on taxes, and nothing else is mentioned.

"Empty treasury?" Minos asked.

"Deficit." Yabofika answered honestly.

And owed 30 lithium.

Because of the hailstorm and drought last year, the price of bread in Paris was still 12 sous per pound a few months ago. After Necker’s adjustment, the price in the urban area has now dropped to 4 sous per pound, but the price in the suburbs and other provinces has remained constant. It remained high, maintaining the price of 8 sous per pound; before that, the price most people could afford was 2 sous per pound.

Food and clothing are the basic conditions for maintaining stability.

"It's not hard to see," Minos said, his eyes falling on the cuff buttons of Abafika's coat, the diamond-encrusted silver shining brightly.

"The royal family has some factors, but most of it comes from the war we lost." Reducing the royal family's expenditure and military expenditure is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. The church accounts for 15% of France's arable land and more than 30% of tax revenue. No substantive contribution was made.

If the tax reform works, the debt can be paid off within ten years, but if the church is eaten up, the national treasury will be filled immediately, and prices can be controlled in time to avoid riots.

Too much power, bottoming out is often violent and destructive, and Yabofika had to give up the idea.

"Crack." The tip of the pen that had been dropped once broke suddenly without bearing a heavy load, and a few drops of coolness splashed on the cheeks, and he was caught off guard.

"The Bastille's funds are limited, and you can't afford good paper and pens. Please be gentle when you write." Minos didn't hold back the seriousness on his face, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

There was no mirror in the cell either. Seeing that Yabofika rubbed himself into a big face, making it difficult for Minos to continue the previous conversation, he had to take out the square silk from the opponent's hand.

"Don't move." Minos dipped some tea, held up the man's chin, and wiped away the ink carefully. Most of the time, this face looked like a fashion doll in a Parisian street shop, with no other expressions, perfectly frozen .

I don't know the next topic, whether he can still maintain this perfection.