Chapter 1046: 954: "Let the Brilliance of the Palace of Versailles Dispel Europe's Long Night

Chapter 1046: Chapter 954: “Let the Brilliance of the Palace of Versailles Dispel Europe’s Long Night

Elijah doesn’t lack money, he lacks identity and status.

If his family could produce an official, who would dare to mock him as a nouveau riche in the future?

Yes, a son-in-law is also family, that’s correct.

But just now, General Massena said Twait could give up the opportunity to be an official, and he couldn’t hold back immediately.

Massena looked at Elijah in confusion, then turned to Old Twait: “This gentleman is?”

“General, this is Mr. Richter. He is…” The old tailor hesitated halfway, knowing that his son liked Richter’s daughter, but Mr. Richter might not necessarily favor him, especially since he was now handicapped.

Elijah also looked nervously at the tailor, fearing he might say something to ruin his chances.

Sergeant Twait, being a soldier at heart, said straightforwardly: “General, I am in love with Mr. Richter’s daughter. I think, he should be here to see me.”

Elijah breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad he hadn’t said “you are not allowed to see each other” earlier and quickly nodded:

“That’s right. I heard from Corina that Mr. Twait was injured, so I rushed over to see him.”

Massena nodded and said: “Then Sergeant Twait should choose to listen to your advice.”

They talked for a while about Twait’s schooling, and Elijah, seeing the atmosphere was good, felt it was a rare opportunity.

He made up his mind, cleared his throat, and said to the old tailor: “Well, Mr. Twait, actually, apart from visiting Henry today, I also want to discuss with you, uh, their engagement.”

Sergeant Twait was taken aback, then a look of joy spread across his face.

The old tailor was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands and nodding, unable to say a word.

General Massena smiled and nodded: “Oh, a hero and the girl who loves him deeply. Truly an enviable romance.

“Mr. Twait, forgive me for being blunt, but you should take the initiative to discuss this matter with the girl’s family.”

Elijah quickly waved his hand: “It’s fine, it’s fine. As long as they truly love each other, nothing else matters.”

Massena glanced at the old tailor, who was at a loss, and had to ask Elijah: “Regarding the engagement, do you have any suggestions?”

“Today would be great.” The latter pointed to Scheller, “I originally planned for my brother-in-law to be the witness. Oh, he is a noble with over four hundred years of family lineage.

“Of course, now I hope to have the honor of inviting the esteemed General Massena to witness this marriage.”

Massena cheerfully said: “Of course, I would be delighted.”

Scheller found everything so unbelievable, watching people from the Military Affairs Department inform the neighbors about the engagement and hastily prepare the ceremony, he could only make a cross gesture on his chest and quietly say:

“May Jesus bless this loving young couple.”

Three days later.

The Scheller couple hurried back to Vienna with gold coins valued at four thousand five hundred francs.

As the tram passed by the Lance Playground, Baron Scheller glanced at the slowly rotating giant Ferris wheel and then lowered his head again.

He was in painful conflict throughout the journey:

Why is Lucas, like that tailor’s son, both young soldiers, one waiting in prison for him to bribe the judge to save him from execution, while the other receives a general’s personal presiding over his engagement?

One will forever carry a stigma, reviled by others.

The other has a future full of hope.

Is Lucas wrong?

Scheller resolutely shook his head.

No, he is not wrong!

He only wants to help those who can’t pay taxes and the families of soldiers who can’t receive pensions.

He is the hero in his heart!

Not one bit worse than that tailor’s son!

But why is it all this way?

Scheller pulled his hair forcefully but suddenly heard a newsboy shouting outside the carriage, “Lance News, the Crown Prince of France issues the ‘French Hero Law’, strengthening protection for disabled soldiers…”

Scheller felt a sudden sense of clarity and nodded slowly.

Yes, the difference lies in France having a “Son of Divine Favor,” while Austria is tormented by a foolish emperor.

He used to think Austria needed a Congress.

But upon careful thought, France has no Congress either, yet enjoys prosperity, justice, and victory.

If the Crown Prince of France were to lead Austria, Lucas wouldn’t participate in riots over taxes and pensions.

This is the answer!

Scheller’s hands began to tremble.

He rummaged through his bag, tore up his unfinished manuscript without hesitation.

The first line of that manuscript read: “Discussing the Meaning of the Church, Royal Family, and Congress.”

He took out a sheet of paper and began rewriting the manuscript, realizing his previous views were all erroneous, so wrong he wanted to mock himself.

But he only wrote a few lines before suddenly stopping, pausing for a few seconds, flipping to a new page, and seriously writing down the title: “Let the Splendor of Versailles Dispel the Long Night of Europe.”

…

Southeast France.

Nice.

Tens of thousands of French soldiers were singing “Glory and Victory” accompanied by bagpipes and drums, marching north along the wide road.

They belonged to the French-Italian Army. After the signing of the Fao armistice agreement, they began returning home in batches.

On a “Gem VI” carriage at the rear flank of the procession, Desai looked in surprise at Napoleon sitting opposite: “You mean, the Ottoman Empire has gathered tens of thousands of troops in Bulgaria?”

“That’s right.” The latter nodded, “I have a friend in the General Staff who informed me, the information is absolutely reliable.”

“So, both the Ottomans and the Prussians are going to wage war on Austria?”

“Quite obviously, that is the case.”

Desai said excitedly: “This is a perfect opportunity. If we seize the chance to attack the Klagenfurt Fortress, we could be marching in Vienna in at most a month!”

Napoleon nodded, then shook his head: “Unfortunately, the General Staff does not intend to do so.”

Desai said urgently: “We must suggest this to General Bertier. Oh, God, the army should immediately turn back to Venice.”

“It’s useless.” Napoleon spread his hands, “It’s said that this is a direct order from His Highness the Crown Prince.”

Desai was taken aback: “Why would His Highness…”

Napoleon sighed: “Who knows? However, His Highness is still too young. Even though he is a brilliant strategist, he might lack in some areas, whether in courage or decisiveness.”

Desai leaned forward: “When we return to Paris, we’ll go see His Highness. I think we can persuade him.”

“It’s difficult.” Napoleon leaned back in his seat, “In fact, I already submitted a report to His Highness earlier. It wasn’t adopted.”

“Are we just going to watch the opportunity to occupy Vienna slip away?”

Napoleon gave him a meaningful look, then lowered his voice: “Perhaps we can think of some ways ourselves.”

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