Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Electrotherapy is not as good as treating the brain◎

There are many alleys running through the Saint-Michel Square in Paris, one of which leads to a mosaic alley hidden under a patch of rose vines.The cold rain in early spring rustled on the tight awning. The roses were not yet in flowering season, but clusters of leaves like countless small green ears had sprouted.

"This is the store." The girl wearing a long silver-gray cloak waved to the few people behind her, and led them into the mosaic alley.

"Please behave normally," she complained, looking back at them again, "don't sneak into the enemy's camp like spies for reconnaissance?—No, if spies were like you, I'm afraid they would have died long ago."

Following her, the blond girl who was about her age also looked back and ordered: "Alessandro, please put away your notebook. Do you think normal people would take their notebooks to such a place?"

"And you, Andre, can you put down your magnifying glass?"

"Well, I guess it's barely enough now," the first girl shrugged and said to the second.

A few people went straight to the first shop with low eaves, "Marifa's Hut".

This shop looks like a cafe, with a dim yellow light shining through the windows, and the warm air blowing on the window glass, making the dim yellow look hazy.A strange smell came from the half-closed door, like the aroma of warm red wine mixed with coffee.

It is here.

Manon Ribon took off his hat, nodded to the people behind, and pushed open the door.

"Ah... welcome, ladies and gentlemen!"

The warm air was blowing towards the face, and the fat woman with exaggerated makeup had a rippling smile on her face the first moment the door opened, "Is there anything I can do for you? This store provides royal alchemist Tess Pull the same current health care service!"

The tallest one of them had just stepped through the door when he tripped over something.

Antanya suppressed a smile.

She asked solemnly: "Could you please introduce me, please? Thank you."

"Oh, of course no problem! We provide the most fashionable electrotherapy service, which can cleanse the diamagnetic toxins in your blood, refresh you once, and rejuvenate you five times!"

"There are the youngest and most beautiful female electrotherapists." She glanced at the two young girls, and leaned over to wink at them. "Of course, there are also male electrotherapists. They are very powerful."

Manon subconsciously took a step back, frowning in disgust.

Antanya repeated calmly, "Oh, there is also a male electrotherapist. What is electrotherapy like?"

"Oh." The fat woman smiled meaningfully, "That's a secret. However, I can tell you roughly that we have electric current bathtubs and electric current footbaths, as well as electric current body massages - they can affect the beating of your heart !"

"Probably stop the heart." Nicholas muttered casually.

"What did you say?" the fat woman turned her head and asked him with a smile.

"It's nothing," Nicholas said with a harmless smile, "I said, it's amazing."

"Indeed! Customers who have used it all say yes!" The fat woman was very proud, "Oh, boy, you have such a good figure and a pretty face, you can try the Tesla long sword and Tesla sword sold in our store." Pull the belt!"

She made an expression that "everyone understands": "It's very helpful in that respect."

"..." Nicholas paused, "Tesla belt?"

"Yes! This is the most precious product in our store. It was designed by the great alchemist Mr. Tesla himself! If it weren't for how young and handsome you are, I wouldn't sell it to ordinary people!"

The little boy among these people pinched a piece of clothing hanging beside the wooden door curiously.

The fat woman saw it sharp-eyed, and immediately introduced enthusiastically: "That's a Lagrange shapewear, next to it are Lavoisier cans of gas and Volt socks."

Volt immediately refused: "Why is Volt a sock?"

"Ah?" The fat woman was puzzled by his question, "They are all health care products, and different technologies are applied to different products. You are not Volta, why are you talking to me so loudly?"

Volt was immediately discouraged.

He pointed at a room of things angrily: "Sell these things, you are a harmful liar!"

The fat woman had been smiling all the time, but now she turned her face instantly.

She picked up the baguette in the bread basket next to her: "Okay, what are you here for?"

She waved the baguette at several people, and Volt jumped away in shock, "Get out! Get out! I'm going to call someone to beat you to death!"

A group of people were kicked out of this strange shop just like that, and had to walk into the cold rain again.

They hurriedly crowded under the rain-shielding eaves at the corner next to the alley.

Although they were kicked out, it was obvious that the business of that store was still very prosperous - within a few minutes, several groups of people had pushed the doors from both sides of the alley and entered "Marifa's Cabin".

"..." Lagrange patted Volt on the shoulder, "Alessandro, were you a little too impulsive just now?"

Volt pursed his lips, with an annoyed expression on his face: "But liars are too much. We have done so much research, but they have been used to deceive the public!"

A few days ago, a lady named Manon Ribon reported to the Paris Academy of Sciences in the Louvre, saying that she had discovered some liars who borrowed the new research results of the Academy of Sciences to make money and cheat, and they were still very popular among the people.

This "Marifa's Cottage" is just one of the more famous ones.

When they first heard about this incident, the scholars just thought it was novel and interesting, so they all expressed their desire to join the team of unannounced visits—and finally formed today's group.

However, now that they really saw how ridiculous all this was, they finally felt that it was no joke.

"God! How dangerous is electricity? If they are allowed to use it like this, who knows, people will die someday." Volt jumped angrily.

"These stores need to be investigated as soon as possible, and someone should be sent to seal them up." Cullen interjected calmly.

"But if it is seized hastily, it may arouse public dissatisfaction." Antanya said, "After all, many people believe that the so-called 'electrotherapy' really has magical effects, so they will have a market."

Having said that, several people immediately remembered the people who were crazy for Werther they had witnessed before—they fell silent.

"I have a proposal." Nicholas said, "The root cause is probably that our research results are not popular enough. People only know about electricity and oxygen, but they don't know what it is, so this result will appear."

"So," he said firmly, "we need popular science."

"Science?" A few people who had never heard of this statement repeated in doubt.

Before they could react, Antanya answered: "Yes. I think the Rheinische Zeitung is a good platform. That's the decision."

While the others were still confused, she winked at Nicholas.

……

"After discussion, many people agreed to publish some short articles on popular science in newspapers to help people better understand the latest scientific research results. However, considering that the "Rheinische Zeitung" is still a semi-underground newspaper, signing on it says no One day they will be arrested, and everyone is a little afraid."

"The result of the final discussion is that those who are willing to participate will publish popular science articles under pseudonyms."

"A pseudonym?"

Antanya looked at the explanatory letter delivered to her, and then at the Rheinische Zeitung that Henriette had just secretly brought into the Palace of Versailles for her in the past few days.

The front page sidebar of the latest issue is "Why Does Electricity Save the Dead's Heart, But Kill Yours?" ", the author is the Prince of Rome, especially marked as an anonymous scholar of the Paris Academy of Sciences.

After thinking about it for a while, Antanya understood that it must be Volt.Rome, the prince, both elements have distinct characteristics of Volt - it is obvious that he is very proud of the civilization of his ancestors.

Go ahead and read the previous article "Full Moon Really Doesn't Bring Curses and Werewolves", the author is a bankruptcy lawyer.

Hmm... this, presumably Lagrangian?

"It is more recommended to treat your brain than electrotherapy to treat *" by The Martian.

Antanya snorted.This is Nikolai, right?

Author of "Give Up, You Can't Burn All the Oxygen in the Air" - The Perpetual Motion Machine and the Croissant that Disappeared.Who and who is this?

Author of "What the hell is electricity?" The Celery Devil...and who is this?

Curiosity is a remarkable motivator.

For example, after Antania sneaked into Paris again to finish her business, she couldn't help asking the coachman to go around and go to the Louvre.

However, Nicholas was delayed by something, and it took a while to come out.

While waiting for him, Antanya took out a cup of chocolate from the carriage and drank it—it had been left for a long time, and it was already cold.

When Nikolai came out, Antanya had just drank half of her chocolate and put it aside.

He frowned and looked at her cup, and reached out to touch it: "It's cold. How do you drink cold chocolate?"

"I can't carry a stove with me in the carriage." Antanya shrugged.

"...Wait a minute." Nicholas picked up the cup, turned and left.

"Wait," Antanya's voice was left behind by him, "I've already drunk half of it, and I probably covered it with my hands when you heated it up in the dining room."

...and she really just wanted to ask who the celery devil really was.

"Just a few minutes," said Nicholas without looking back.

How many minutes?Antanya looked helplessly at his receding back.

Could he still heat her chocolate with an internal combustion engine?Or just stuff the chocolate into the steamer?

At this moment, a short boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and wore a military school uniform walked into the waiting room and sat not far from Antanya.

Antanya couldn't help but glanced at the boy.At this moment, she couldn't look away——

This young man looks familiar.

The receptionist came over: "It's the same as yesterday, looking for Mr. Cullen, isn't it?"

"Yes." The boy nodded lightly, "Please tell him that I have solved the problem he asked."

"Oh." The receptionist smiled and walked back to the reception desk.

Antanya thought for a while, got up and walked over.She turned sideways, blocked the boy's eyes, and asked the receptionist softly, "Who is this child...?"

"Oh," the receptionist flipped through the logbook, "it's a senior student at the Brienne Military Academy. Mr. Cullen has given several lectures in their school, and he often comes to him these days to ask questions."

"Is he French?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"his name is?"

"Let me see... Napoleon Bonaparte."

The author says:

When electrical research made breakthroughs, many "electrotherapy" methods did arise among the people, mainly after Galvani's experiment on shocking frogs.The associated anti-intellectual therapy and products are breathtaking, see Norton's 99 Kinds of Garbage and a Brilliant Idea: A Weird History of Inventors and Inventions.