Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Gentlemen from electrical department◎

"If you are the devil...then I am Death."

Antanya looked up at Nikolai without blinking.

The dark red wine flowed down the neck into the boy's shirt, dyeing the white collar into a mottled light red.

Everything suddenly became extremely quiet.

The silky soft light fell around them, and each other's heartbeats could be heard clearly.

Antanya smiled.

She tiptoed in front of Nicholas, and suddenly stretched out her hand—fingertips quickly wiped a drop of red wine from his chin, and hooked it up: "Are you comforting me?"

The young man's face was fair and clean, from the broken hair on his forehead to the shirt on his chest were all wet with red wine.If she just stood still like this, she would be tall and handsome with a crystal-like fragile feeling, which fit her aesthetics quite well.

Unfortunately, he immediately grabbed her wrist, breaking this illusion.

"Do you need comfort?" The boy looked into her eyes.

"No need." Antanya snorted immediately.

She tugged at her wrist, but couldn't get rid of his grip on her hand.

"Then," Nicholas smiled and let go of her wrist, "take it as comforting me."

Antanya rubbed her wrist while looking at him coldly.

Nicholas took two steps back, lightly holding a small golden fireball in his hand, watching it slide down his arm, "After all, being alone in this world... is really lonely."

"Although there are many people who hate me no matter in that world or this world." He added with a smile.

Antanya crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him scrutinizingly: "Mr. Tesla, I don't mean to offend——did you not have a partner in your era?"

Nicholas couldn't help laughing, as if thinking of something: "No."

He is still too young in this era, and no one worries about his emotional problems.But this question reminded him of a long, long time ago—after he became famous, countless reporters asked him openly and secretly, but he only answered this question in one interview.

The main reason is that the way the reporter asked is more artistic.

"Mr. Tesla, do you think that a man with an artistic temperament...should he marry?" said the reporter.

At that time, he laughed and thought for a while: "For an artist, it should; for a musician, it should; for a writer, it should too."

The reporter looked at him with a smile and listened to him continue talking.

“…and for an inventor, it shouldn’t be.”*

Antanya froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Sorry."

Nicholas laughed: "Don't be sorry, you are still so young."

"I was 37 when I died." Antanya shot him a raised eyebrow.

"I know." Nicholas smiled, "That's a little girl to me, too."

Antanya was silent.

Someone who lives in your future and knows everything about you, and you know nothing about him—it's a terrible feeling.

She turned around, leaned against the cabinet and asked him, "You asked me just now, but now I'm here to ask you—why did you come here?"

"Why didn't I come here?" Nicholas blinked. "This identity is dead. In this era, France is the place where science and culture are most developed."

"But it could soon be in chaos. From the people to the military, the whole continent will be against it."

"No. Aren't you here?"

"Me?" Antanya almost laughed, "You believe I can change this?"

"I believe in you." Nicholas nodded, frankly facing her mocking eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and he finally shrugged his shoulders: "Well, let's take a step back, even if history continues to follow the original track, when the day comes, I will have the ability to rescue you from Paris."

Antanya pursed her lips subconsciously.

After the outbreak of the Revolution, she tried to escape Paris with Louis and the children.It was another person who helped her at that time... that person has not yet come to France, has not yet appeared in her life.

She was silent for a long time, then smiled faintly: "I hope you won't regret it."

She turned to leave, opened the door and walked into the darkness.

The warm light suddenly disappeared, and in the dark night, only the faint light and shadow of the Garden of Versailles could be seen in the distance.The cool night breeze blew, and I felt a coolness on my cheeks.

Probably a drop of wine.

……

As summer deepens, Paris gets more and more sunshine.

In the early morning of this day, Hallelujah singing came from St. Germain Church.In the shadow of the swaying trees, people in black dresses came out one after another. A young man walked at the end, and his hairline was already a bit worrying.His black military uniform makes him stand out.

He walked all the way to the opposite side of the street before turning around and crossing himself against the church tower.

May you continue to study physics in heaven.

Nolle died peacefully in the spring of 70, and was buried in a church.As a priest who is keen on studying static electricity, his life can be regarded as very complete.

Just as he was putting on the three-cornered hat, a young voice came from the side: "Mr. Nolay, may you rest in peace in the kingdom of God."

The man glanced at it, and found that it was a young man with a high forehead and dark hair, and his appearance did not look very French.

The young man also saw him, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Alessandro Volta." The young man walked towards him, "Do you also study physics?"

The man looked at him seriously, then reached out and shook his hand: "Charlie Coulomb. I work in the army, and currently I mainly study engineering mechanics and statics."

Volt nodded and said eagerly: "I'm from Italy, and I'm very interested in electrical experiments - Mr. Nolle gave me a lot of valuable guidance, he is really a good man. Do you know? I was under his guidance last year. Published my first paper!"

"That's good." Cullen nodded lightly, and began to put on his gloves slowly.

Volt was even more encouraged: "Thank you! I came to Paris just to attend his funeral. Of course, I also want to travel and learn from my predecessors... I am now researching the electrifier. Do you know? After the static electricity is generated by friction, put the The conductive plate is placed on top of a resin cake, and then insulated with…”

"Sorry, I have to go back." Cullen interrupted him, holding his hat and nodding, "If we're lucky, we might be able to meet at the Academy of Sciences salon—goodbye."

After speaking, he turned and left without hesitation.

"Oh..." Volt stood there in a daze for a while.

"The French are so indifferent." He sighed. "Unlike us Italians, we will never ignore the enthusiasm of others... Oh, no, probably because he works in the army. By the way, what is his rank?"

He asked the servant beside him.

"...Looks like a major general?" The valet tried hard to recall the man's epaulettes.

"Wow, that's really amazing." Volt exclaimed, "Maybe we will meet him in the future. I hope it's not on the battlefield. I'm afraid I'll be scared to death when I see him."

He got into the carriage and went straight back to the Fudizon Hotel in the Rue Goodboy.As soon as the carriage stopped at the door, the newsboy who was looking around at the door ran over the steps in three steps and two steps, waving a newspaper in his hand: "Mr. Volt! I helped you grab today's Rheinische Zeitung!"

"Thank you so much, my little man!" Volt smiled and touched the newsboy's head, and handed him ten sous silver coins. "Please help me buy it tomorrow, please."

"No problem!" The newsboy proudly puffed out his chest, "By the way, there is a letter from you at the front desk, and I brought it for you too."

"Okay, thank you." Volt took the letter casually and put it aside, focusing on the newspaper.

This is a good thing he discovered only when he came to Paris-there are still popular novels serialized in newspapers!He only discovered it when he was listening to people talking about the plot in a cafe. After buying two copies out of curiosity, he immediately collected all the previous issues with a lot of money.

Watching the story of the amorous, ardent Werther was like reading his own story—although he was embarrassed to say it, but he couldn't help but become himself while watching the story.

More importantly, everyone is watching the story.What’s more, it’s different from the comments in previous literary salons. Here, people can not only evaluate the quality of the story itself, but also analyze with friends every day whether some of the descriptions in this chapter are foreshadowing, and bet that Werther will eventually How will these problems be solved-

It's like the life in the novel is synchronized with their life.

Volta thought he could wait to leave Paris later in order to finish the story.

……

At about the same time, Cullen returned to his research room.According to his daily habit, he opened the mailbox in front of the door and found a letter inside, stamped with the iris flower stamp specially used by the French royal family.

A letter from the royal family?Cullen frowned, thinking carefully about his past research - he graduated from the Paris Military Engineering Academy, and has been serving in the army for the past few years. In fact, he has not had any contact with the royal family.

After thinking for a while, he opened the letter.

This turned out to be a letter from the Crown Prince—"Dear Mr. Cullen, I sincerely invite you to participate in the Electricity and Physics Research Salon held at the Palace of Versailles. I believe you will be very interested in the topic."

……

Two days later, a letter was delivered to the Fakis estate in Lyon.Here is an endless cherry grove. At noon, there are almost no people outside.

The messenger's ox cart drove all the way to the edge of the cherry grove before meeting the first living person.

A little boy crouched under a cherry tree, wondering what he was doing.

The messenger walked over to him, "There is a letter from Mr. Ampere!"

"Oh, ok—be careful, there are ants everywhere."

The little boy took the letter and stuffed it in his pocket, without raising his head, he shouted, "Dad, you have received a letter!"

no respond.

"Father! Your letter!"

"father!"

"..." The little boy reluctantly dropped the wooden stick in his hand, avoided the ant nest where the ants were crawling after he stabbed it over, and took out the letter.

"What's wrong? You called me?" Only then did the father's voice come from afar.

But the little boy looked at the letter and was stunned. "Huh?"

The recipient's name was André Marie Ampere, not his father's.

There was sincere doubt on his face: "A letter from Paris...for me?"

……

At this time, in the Palace of Versailles hundreds of miles away, Nicholas threw aside the instruments on his hands, took out a book casually, and lay down in the shade of a tree under the bright sun.

As soon as the book was opened, a piece of paper with obvious creases floated out.

A bunch of names were listed above: Charlie Augustin Coulomb, Alessandro Volta, André Marie Ampere...

"Oh." He stuffed the paper back into the book, spread the book over his face, and lay down.

This is really a star-studded ah.

Being born early is also a kind of luck, and all of them are doing pioneering work.

The warm sunlight fell on the body through the clothes, making people drowsy.

"...If only my name could become a unit."

The author says:

* is the actual interview dialogue.

Last night I worked overtime until after ten o'clock before I went home and started to write. My mind was a bit messed up. I got up today and did a little revision. Sorry.

In addition, Xiao Anpei's birthday was brought forward by ten years in the text, so that he could join in this wave of bustle (bushi).

Some cuties asked what those fireballs were in the previous chapter. I can only say... Humans have always wanted to know what they were, but no one has studied orz until now