Versailles is worse than being queen

◎My Mr. Dead Soul◎

Compared with the time when we came, although the specifications of the return trip were similar, the arrangement was much more comfortable.

This is probably a small gift from the Queen.

The carriage drove all the way to the southwest, and returned to Austria after ten days, resting at the first Austrian manor not far from the border.

After all, she came back, Antanya thought calmly.

Of course, coming back temporarily is to leave better in the future.

During the half year spent in Russia, she has fully adapted to the backward time and identity.The head-turning excitement of being born again has faded, and now there are more practical issues to consider.

For example, if she doesn't want to marry in France like she did in her previous life, she either has to let herself marry in another country, or... just run away from the royal family.

Marrying to another country doesn't seem like a good option.After all, all of her older siblings' marriages are tragic examples of royal marriage.

Nicholas did inspire her.

A clean arson can bury her identity in the dust from now on.

But the more important question is, how to live after leaving?

Antanya had hardly stepped outside the court in her previous life, but the few years before her death were enough for her to acquire some necessary common sense.

She needs money.Probably need a lot of money, at least enough to buy a manor?

Heh, quite a few people thought that she bought a necklace that could buy a warship in her previous life, so she couldn't help laughing.

"Nicholas, do you know how to make money?" Antanya asked Nicola with her head tilted.

Since he was able to successfully escape from the dual control of Russia and Serbia, it must not be easy, and he must have considered the follow-up livelihood issues.

The little boy dressed as a servant was sitting not far away in a daze, and she came back to his senses when he asked: "Well, it's very simple."

Nicholas sneaked into her entourage in the name of a bodyguard.Because of Nicholas' embarrassing status and the fact that they were of the same age, Antanya simply let him stay by her side.

Of course, the most important reason is that the child is very self-aware and quiet, never actively disturbing her.Antanya doesn't like people dangling around all the time, it's annoying.

Yo, very confident. "tell me the story?"

"For example, that mill." Nicholas pointed to the distance.

"Huh?" It looks like a very old mill, but now it looks deserted, and it doesn't look like it's working.

"You're going to process food?" That doesn't sound like a good way to make money.

"No, I want to process the mill." Nicholas replied calmly.

"Processing mill?" Antanya asked, "How?"

The mill looked indeed dying.

"Now it's dry weather, the river is dry, and the mill doesn't have enough water power to grind the grain, so it has to be abandoned." Nicholas explained, "This is because it can only rely on the power of water flow."

"Otherwise?" Do you hire someone?How can a person compare to a river?

"Do you know about steam engines?" Nicholas laughed.

"Hmm..." Antanya thought for a moment, "The kind of water vapor that Chinese people use for cooking?"

Europeans don't use it very much, but she talked with her friends in Versailles in those years, and she talked about a lot of weird little knowledge in the world.She also became interested in steamed lamb with milk—what kind of magical taste is that?

Nicholas frowned slightly - Watt's improved steam engine should have been around 1770... right?

However, he immediately thought that the history of science records about the time when scientists made the first machine, and it often takes many years for the prototype to be practical and then known to the general public-he himself has a deep experience.

So, he nodded: "That's understandable. But I'm talking about the kind that lifts the lid of the kettle when it boils."

"Ah." Antanya thought for a while, and joked, "Do you want the steam elf to help you push the mill?"

She was just joking, but Nicholas gave her a serious look: "You're quite smart."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Antanya wanted to laugh even more, "But the steam can lift the lid of the pot, that's because the lid is very light, but even the stone mill can't push it."

"Density is important." He said another word she didn't understand, "but more importantly, it's a transformation of energy. Heat itself is energy, and it can be transformed into other energies—such as, The way to expand the gas by heating. Heat generation is very easy to achieve, so as long as we have the right machine, we can make all this energy drive for human beings."

Antanya was a little puzzled: "Then, lighting the fire can push the millstone?"

She vaguely understood what he meant.Is it really not magic?

"However, on this basis, the structure and frequency of the force are also important."

The teenager smiled, "Do you want to watch something fun?"

As he asked, he got up and went to the vine trellis on the side of the yard, bent down and picked up a stone.

"I'm looking forward to it." Antanya rested her chin on one hand and tilted her head to look at him leisurely.

Nicholas didn't speak any more, he held the stone and began to knock on a welding point in the middle of the iron frame regularly.one two three four……

What does he want to do?While watching in wonder, Antanya picked up a grape from the white porcelain plate on the small round table and put it into her mouth.

Sweet, juicy, this is the taste of Saint Laurent grapes in Austria.

Before he could swallow a mouthful of grapes, there was a sudden "bang", and the lush grape trellis suddenly collapsed in front of Antania, causing dust to rise all over the courtyard.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Antanya choked on the grapes suddenly, and coughed while clutching her chest.

"His Royal Highness Antanya!" The head maid hurriedly opened the door and came in. Seeing the messy yard, she hurried over to pat Antanya on the back.

"My God! What happened?"

"Cough, it's okay...it's okay, go get busy." Antanya held her breath with difficulty.

"Oh, okay, I'll go find Earl Lydia right away... Really, how could the yard where he receives Her Royal Highness have such a safety hazard!"

After the head maid left muttering, Antanya wiped the tears coughing up from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and then asked Nicholas incredulously, "Are you an alchemist?"

"Someone has said that about me," Nicholas smiled, "but I prefer another title—a scientist."

"Your Highness, this is the power of science."

The boy pressed down the brim of his top hat in a gentlemanly manner.The movements are elegant, but unfortunately because the face is too immature, it looks like a child imitating an adult poorly.

Antanya looked at him silently for a long time before laughing: "The science I know and the science you show don't seem to belong to the same era."

As the queen of France, she accompanied the king to visit the Paris Academy of Sciences, and also received Lagrange and Lavoisier.She knew these scientists were doing great things—but she didn't quite understand it, and she didn't need to.

Their fame is far inferior to that of the alchemist Camustro who traveled around the world at that time. That is called creating miracles and being sought after by everyone.

The young boy raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Yo, you are not very young and you have a big temper.

"Okay, Mr. Scientist," Antanya said thoughtfully, "since you have ruined my grape trellis, please go to the nearby vineyard and help me pick some grapes."

"—By the way, please Hannah make another pot of lemon tea, now this cup is full of ashes."

……

Nicholas was too lazy to go so far, so he climbed over the fence and picked a few bunches of grapes and came back.

He found that he had not lost his ability to build precise models out of thin air in his mind, and he also added the aristocratic skills that the body's original owner, Nikolai Obrenovich, had learned since childhood, such as horse riding, swordsmanship and hunting.

Thinking about it this way, rebirth is still a good thing. He has a young body again, and he can do research for a lifetime.

It's a pity that the original industrial foundation has to be rebuilt, which may take a lot of time.

"Nicolas?" In the yard outside, Hannah had already brewed a new pot of lemon tea, and was placing the fragrant lemon slices on the side of the porcelain plate. When she saw the grapes in his hand, she was stunned, " His Highness asked you to pick grapes for her?"

She and the maid beside her looked at each other, covered their mouths and smiled.

"What?" Nicholas was stunned by the laughter.

Is picking grapes a strange thing in Austria?Or is his posture for picking grapes wrong?

Seeing his puzzled look, the girls laughed even more happily.

Strictly speaking, this is actually Antania's problem——

To put a child of unknown origin like Nicholas into the convoy, it is inevitable to arrange an identity for him.

She had a lot of ways to coax the people around her into submission, so she just said perfunctorily that this was the bodyguard she brought with her, from a certain noble family in Eastern Europe.

This reason is indeed perfunctory enough, but the followers understand.

The guard, as the high-frequency protagonist in the palace's eclectic stories, has always been synonymous with, ahem.

Although considering the age of the princess, this is a bit too precocious, but seeing such a beautiful little boy with an exotic style, it is normal to have a love for beauty, as long as the princess likes it.

——Of course, since the queen hates all the erotic stories because of her own marital problems, they will also protect the princess. After all, the love story of the little girl has just sprouted and needs to be taken good care of.

Thinking of this, the maids got a bit of an idea.

"You probably don't know." Hannah said triumphantly, "Our Majesty the Queen and His Majesty the Emperor often traveled in modest clothes in the early years. Once the Queen was thirsty, and His Majesty the Emperor was an affectionate gentleman, so he volunteered to look through the fence to give She picks grapes."

"I was caught by the gardener, hahaha!" The girl next to me continued with a smile, "Your Majesty told them that he was the emperor of Rome, but the gardener didn't believe it at all, and said, 'If you are the emperor of Rome, then I am the emperor of China!' Then lock them up overnight in the cellar."

"It seems that this story has spread widely." Nicholas smiled.

The embarrassment of the emperor and his wife is that even the maid knows about it, which shows that they don't care about it.It seems that the atmosphere of the Habsburg court is quite open.

"Yes. The queen laughed all the time when the guards rescued them, and later put up a sign in the manor that said 'The emperor of Rome committed the crime of trespassing on private property, the Queen of Hungary is his accomplice, even Instigators and abettors, so to speak.'”*

"Are you all so idle?" A plain but intimidating voice came from behind.

The girl in a light white silk dress stood beside the bushy rose vines, smiling half-smile.

"Your Highness! Oh, I remembered, I'm going to see if there is a convoy from Vienna to pick us up. Hannah, did Uncle De Geer ask you to help?"

The maids fled like startled birds,

"It sounds like the emperor and the queen are a very happy couple." Nicholas looked at her with a natural expression and no guilt.

Antanya was silent for a long time, "It used to be."

"It's a pity that my mother loves my father too much, so she never let him go to the battlefield. My father was distressed that he couldn't make a contribution, so he went around cheating to get revenge on his mother."

The queen, who held the real power, was very jealous because of this, and even set up a so-called "chaste committee" to crack down on cheating ministers and common people.

Antanya heard foreign envoys stationed in Vienna complain that he just stood on the side of a small road for a few minutes, and the "envoy of chastity" shouted at him not to relieve himself there, or he would be arrested—because the upstairs next door A woman was watching him from the window. *

This notorious disciplinary organization has even affected the Queen's own reputation.In a Viennese tavern drunken jokes of unrefined Austrians, "Mrs. Franz, mind your own husband!"

Franz was the emperor's name.

"So you see, love and marriage are the root of all evil." Antanya pouted.

"It's hard to disagree." Nicholas nodded and glanced at her.

However, when mentioning her father, Antanya suddenly remembered one thing.

The mother was a queen who held real power, and the father was a business wizard-the small Tuscan principality was very rich under his rule, and he also accumulated a huge fortune.

How big is it?

After his father's death, Joseph's brother, who became the Holy Roman Emperor, used his father's inheritance to pay off all the national debts owed by Austria, which had been fighting for years.And it's not all over.

Then, let's think of a way to get the first start-up capital from my father.Antanya thought with satisfaction.

Before that, she needs to think about how to place her little alchemist in Vienna... oh no, little scientist.

Even in Paris, where there is a huge and complicated network of contacts, there are female liars who can fabricate their identities, making a large group of idiots think that she is a descendant of aristocrats, a close friend of the queen, let alone Austria - the overall atmosphere of the court here is very casual, even the queen The couple themselves both sneaked out of the palace from time to time, and it was much easier to hide than in France.

But she always had to give a nominally acceptable identity to the extra people around her for no reason.

Anyway, the queen has many children. In her childhood, the queen never paid special attention to her, let alone these small details.

Even if he knew, the name of "saving her life once" was enough for him to continue to grow up under the shadow of the royal family-provided that he didn't have any serious status.

"By the way, Nikolai, you know that Serbia belongs to the Ottoman Empire, and Austria and the Ottomans are against each other—"

"Oh, I see," said Nikolai, "then I'll be all right pretending to be a Croat."

He had already considered the issue of identity before-Croatia is adjacent to Serbia, the race is the same, and he grew up in Croatia under the rule of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in his childhood.

More importantly, Croatia is currently under the rule of the Habsburg dynasty, so this background is more natural.

"Thank you." Antanya thanked him for his understanding.Smart kids are easy to communicate with.

"I think you need money for your research, right? I'll figure it out."

Nicholas gave her a somewhat surprised look.

The generosity of the funder is a treatment he hasn't had for a long time—since his research surpassed the industrial level of that era, and even set his sights on providing free energy for all, entrepreneurs eager to obtain commercial benefits Just stop being polite to him, the way he looks at him is no different from looking at a lunatic.

He was flattered by this treatment and couldn't help but make a joke. "Thank you - if you can raise enough funds for research, I will be your dead soul."

"Dead souls?"

"This is a Russian saying," Nicholas explained with a smile, "it refers to those serfs who have died but have not been deregistered. Some people will buy these 'dead souls' from the manor owner as their false property , in order to defraud the deposit and make friends with high-ranking people.”*

"I see." Antanya tilted her head and reminded with a smile, "Then, what should I call my Mr. Dead Soul?"

At least, the original surname Obrenovich must no longer be used.

The boy blinked, and his tone rose: "People call me a magician, illusionist, prophet... Some people call me a god who has descended into the world, and they say that I am a person from Venus and the future."

Antania: "..."

She finally couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Compared with Camustro, an alchemist who was very popular in Paris in his previous life, this kind of embarrassing self-boasting is still a little bit worse-mainly because this fair and immature face is not convincing.

"But I'm not. I'm just Nicholas." The boy's eyes lit up with a faint smile.

"Nikola Tesla."

The author says:

I am your dead soul = rounding up is a dead ghost (bushi).

Note:

The "deeds" of the discipline organization come from "My Life: Casanova's Autobiography".

"Dead Souls" comes from "Dead Souls" by Russian writer Gogol.