Chapter 167 | ivresse

In this lifetime, Kristin has only been to a few major countries in Europe.
She believes that she is already very cautious and has some ability to judge people and self-defense techniques. Even so, she always tries to choose the safest possible method when going out.
In the 19th century, the dark slave trade was only prohibited by laws in England. Even in the outskirts of the capital of the powerful country, there were highwaymen and robbers because communication was not rapid enough and transparency was lacking. Colonies naturally became lawless areas with quite primitive living conditions.
In this era, long-distance travelers are no different from adventurers.
Charles-Groinante's father went bankrupt and made a fortune by going to sea with nothing. He really didn't hesitate to use any means to make money and return home, of course, he is not a good guy. This time, he was able to spit out the money completely because Eugenie's past image was deceiving, plus he returned to Paris and became a noble son-in-law for more than ten years, so he had more concerns.
"But anyone with a brain knows that spending so much money, this secret must be related to him, at least he shouldn't expect peace at home recently."
"I will write you a letter with any new developments."
Looking at the young man's excited face, Euryane let out a long sigh and couldn't help but smile.
The debt that he had taken for Charles Gruetan years ago, he has already repaid double.
She doesn't want this money, but rather than leaving it in the hands of someone who breaks promises without any guilt, it's better to use it to help more people in need.
In addition to this satisfaction, Krystal feels pleased for her, which is enough.
"Alright, go back."
They exchanged many words of advice again. Eurydice said gently and approached the young person who seemed a little down because of the parting, kissing her forehead lightly just like last time.
Until the carriage disappeared from sight, Chrisse turned back to the carriage that had been waiting by the roadside.
Upon seeing her approach, Ali put away his cigarette and smiled, gesturing to ask where she was going.
She had very little luggage, which was all placed in the car anyway, so there was no rush to go back.
I don't know what Auguste has been up to lately, but he has Edmund's permission and spends his days taking Four Sister out to play.
Kris asked, "Is Lydia at home?"
Ali shook his head.
Wujie doesn't know French, and most French people are not willing to speak English. In Paris, the places she can go to are very limited.
—Just today, she got that ceramic jar.
Kelisai reported the address of the theater, and she didn't need the dumb servant's help. She jumped on the car with the help of a cane.
She went to the rest room first and Du Lang was not there.
Kris put the pottery jar in place and followed the sound to the performance hall, where a group of people were rehearsing a play on stage.
She saw the Marseilles hoodlum with the hat at a glance.
The wanted criminal appeared openly in front of the actors, sitting on the edge of the stage with his legs crossed and impatiently raised his hand, saying, "You two over there, too slow, the port doesn't have such slow-moving dock workers like you."
What drama would have a scene set at the pier?
Kris felt something was off but didn't say anything and quietly sat down in a inconspicuous corner below the stage.
As a result, she couldn't hear a single line of dialogue. Rehearsal stopped at this point. Unexpectedly, the drama queen herself took over directing and became unusually demanding and serious, criticizing every actor in the entire cast. Only when the people who remained in their original positions were in agony did she declare the dissolution of the play, satisfied.
Finally freed, everyone rushed off stage, while Durand stayed behind, walking around and examining the set. Suddenly, he switched to English and called out, "Props!"
The next second, Lydia, with a black face, emerged from behind the curtain, pushing a sign painted to resemble a tall wall. Reluctantly, she placed it where it belonged and angrily kicked it before leaving.
Durang sat on a "wooden box" on the stage and said sternly, "Miss Lydia, pay attention to your work attitude."
Lydia provocatively responded, "You can do this without me."
"You, miss, are really unreasonable. 'One should be willing to accept the consequences of gambling.' Isn't that what you said yourself?
"That's because you deceived me with *censored keywords* - you're even more cunning than Chris."
"You've been bothering me all along. Besides, how could I possibly beat a mother gorilla? Of course, I can only find another way."
"What did you call me?!"
The two of them started a playful banter at the entrance of Longbone Village, teasing each other with unproductive remarks, and the argument became more intense.
Remembering her own experience, Krissyan raised her eyebrows and sat back in her seat, arms crossed, continuing to watch the scene unfold.
Indeed, it turned out that there would be no romantic development on Kong.
And, don't argue with King Kong.
She may not be able to out-argue you, but she can definitely close the distance between you and knock you down with her strength advantage.
After the leader of the Marseille thieves was toppled, he lay there motionless for a long time.
Lidia stood with her hands on her hips, looking disdainful. "You're too weak."
Durand remained motionless.
Lidia stood in place, her face gradually becoming anxious, and she said in a hostile tone, "Stop pretending. You already tricked me once with red paint."
“……”
She finally showed panic on her face, walking quickly past the people standing up from their seats without even noticing them. She gently flipped the person lying down back to their front without any tenderness, only to see the other person clutching their chest in pain, revealing a handle with a *blocked keyword*.
Upon seeing the toolbox on the side, Lydia's face turned pale. "You've been stabbed--"
Trembling, she reached out with a shaking hand, wanting to help him but afraid to touch. She could only think of what she should do. It was as if she had grasped a lifeline. "I'll go find someone to help."
A person lying down shook their head with great effort and said something with great difficulty, but it was impossible to hear clearly. Lydia had to move closer and she heard Duran say in a weak voice, "No, it's not possible. I... I am a wanted criminal, don't try to save me, they will just put me on the guillotine."
“What should we do?”
Lidia sat paralyzed beside him, her mind drifting away.
Durant's face showed astonishment, then he suddenly stared at her and smiled.
"You cried for someone like me?"
Lidia instinctively raised her hand, wiped away a hint of moisture, and then put on a straight face: "Who cried."
"By the way, I'm going to find Chris!"
"She was about to get up, but her wrist was grabbed."
"Don't leave."
"Don't leave me alone."
"Let me rest for a while…"
The person lying down gradually became quieter, their eyes slowly closed.
Lidia looked at Durand and was completely stunned. Before she could regain her composure, she was enveloped in a shadow of tears. Seeing the little brother who appeared in front of her, she wiped her tears in a state of disarray and hurriedly said, "Chris!"
Kelis smiled and comforted Lydia, bending down to grab that *censored keyword* before she could exclaim.
No blood.
Lidia blinked.
Kelis, frustrated, tapped Wujie's head with the back of her knife, "You're supposed to handle props. Have you ever seen Romeo and Juliet? If we used a real *censored keyword*, we'd have to replace the lead actor after just one scene."
In order to facilitate the understanding of her twin sister Lydia, she also thrust the knife into Lydia's palm.
This *censored keyword* is specifically designed for the stage. It looks very realistic and sharp from a distance, but it is not sharp and cannot cause harm. It is somewhat similar to a magic prop: with a little trick, the tip of the knife retracts into the handle.
Lydia, who was standing still without moving, was kicked by Chris, who was still acting professionally and lying down as a corpse.
"Stop pretending."
Durant straightened up and ignored his friend's scrutiny, hurriedly saying, "I'm sorry..."
Lidia was awakened by this sentence, she looked at the person who had deceived her round and round, anger rising from her heart, and picked up the *censored keyword* prop.
"Die."
"Ah--"
"Save it. You're being so exaggerated. I won't believe you this time, and Chris isn't that easily fooled either."
"Bennet!"
Christie glanced at the flowing blood, stunned for a moment before struggling to speak to Lydia.
"...It's true this time."
Sending the guilty and angry killer away to Miss Flagg, the two good friends returned to the rest room.
After bandaging the victim's arm, Chris started to size up her red-haired friend.
Her feelings were actually quite complicated when she watched from the audience.
As a gang leader, Dulang was a great friend. He was loyal and, considering Chris had lived in the gray area in both her past lives and her current one before being pulled back onto the right path by her teacher, she had dealt with all kinds of people. Among all her friends, there were only a few she could really connect with, and Dulang was one of them.
However, if I become her brother-in-law, this background will be a bit troublesome, especially since Lydia can only speak English.
But now she is sober again.
This brother has always been very clear about his strengths and weaknesses, and he has been as cautious as her in seeking benefits and avoiding harm. After coming to Paris, he carefully hid, but now all the injuries are from his own people.
Lidia can hold him down and beat him, and even stab him with a prop knife to create a wound...
In other words, what kind of masochist would like her?
Kristy made her scalp tingle while Duran was about to explain something, but his friend suddenly started talking about business.
"I saw this at the auction." Kris took out the pottery jar and pushed the ornate box towards him. "If I remember correctly, if it has this mark, it means it was taken by one of your men."
Durand is more visionary and farsighted than the former Sanchez, as he clearly sees the immediate benefits and has indirectly gained control over the port of Marseille over the years.
If you want to bypass customs and quarantine to bring goods in, using him is indeed a very effective method.
Duran took the ink and examined it, running his hand over the indentations.
"I remember this one, it's a big business from Greece, shipped all the way here."
If it's from Greece, smuggling it through Marseille via the Mediterranean Sea is quite normal.
Kliss suddenly found that she had a strong connection with Greece.
The military fire ship at that time was an assistance to Greece, while this pottery jar is exactly the opposite, it is a kind of plunder.
There is a saying that the more you lack something, the more you care about it.
And when someone lacks something, they want to show it even more.
If a person is shameless, and lacks skills to excel, they often like to imitate others' reputations to disguise their facade.
Civilization is also like this, with a thin historical background and insufficient confidence, so it likes to use some things from ancient civilizations to showcase itself. For example, taking holidays and celebrities from other countries and claiming them as their own.
There are also those who take advantage of the decline or weakness of ancient civilizations and directly plunder cultural treasures, claiming to have the ability to protect the treasures for all of humanity and then keep them in their own museums.
Keris saw the Elgin Marbles at the British Museum. These sculptures belonged to the Parthenon temple in Greece and were purchased by Lord Elgin from the Ottoman Emperor. In order to celebrate the defeat of Napoleon, the Parliament voted to buy them from Lord Elgin again.
Weak countries have no sovereignty, and their own treasures, but they didn't get a penny.
Five years later, Greece finally decided to revolt and launched a war of independence, hoping to break free from the grasp of the Ottoman Empire. They had no choice but to allow two wolves, Britain and France, to enter the country and help.
Perhaps there are genuine helping hands among England and France, including Lord Byron who selflessly offered financial assistance to Greece while fighting on the front lines.
Of course, there are also opportunists who take advantage of the turmoil to sell goods for profit.
In this overseas mission, Cris took over the teacher's European connection network. Someone contacted her through a secret line and informed her that a batch of Greek artifacts with no source had appeared in Paris, and she was entrusted to investigate the origin of these goods.
Essentially, it's still the same kind of work that Keli Si is most familiar with, but compared to the past, this international affair is now legitimate, and the hidden aspect is only for the convenience of investigation.
Kris: "So, you mean there is a lot of this batch of goods?"
"I heard that there is a large ship with military escort along the way, but they can't continue after the goods arrive in Corsica, so my people brought them back."
Hearing about the connection with the French side, Kris felt that things had become a bit complicated.
"Wait."
Durand walked out of the break room and blew a whistle. Before long, a man with an ordinary face walked in. He looked surprised at the boss's injured hand and the two exchanged a few words in their secret language. The Marseille leader instructed, "This is my brother. He had a lot of ideas when we fought against Wampa. There's no need to hide anything about these matters."
Duran casually raised his hand towards Chris, saying, "You can ask yourself."
When Chris understood the situation, he sat down and watched the injured person next to him.
After the crowd respectfully retreated, Chris's expression relaxed a lot, and he asked with concern, "Is the 'big cleanup' done?"
Du Lang nodded, "Otherwise, why would I be able to rehearse here? But now the situation in the palace is still unclear, I can't show up, I can only find something fun to pass the time, so it's better to let them buy this theater."
Kleise looked at him and knew that there was more to it than meets the eye. She decided not to continue the conversation and sighed, "Having a friend who is the boss is really different. In the past, I would have had to run all over the relay stations in Paris."
Because her words reminded him of the investigation in the port of Marseille, Durand smiled knowingly.
With the matter resolved, his thoughts drifted back to the topic that had been left unsaid earlier.
The thief leader gathered his thoughts and tentatively said, "If there was a brother-in-law who was the boss..."
The consul burst into laughter before the words were even finished, shaking as he patted the man's uninjured arm.
"Alright, no need to test me anymore, I know I misunderstood you."
"How is it possible between you and Lydia?"
"But I suggest you reduce the amount of drama in the future, otherwise it's easy to be misunderstood with all the real and fake stuff."
The person who has already been misunderstood froze their face.
Knowing that my friend cares about his family, I also heard about the ongoing feud between his future brother-in-law and his fourth brother-in-law after coming to Paris. I had prepared myself to be targeted or even challenged to a duel, but to my surprise, Cris forcibly pushed back his "take the initiative" strategy.

With this breath of hesitation, the siblings were sent away, and Durand beckoned, summoning the theater manager.
"Make sure they speed up the rehearsals for 'The Consul's Dark-Haired Lover'."
Louis XVIII ultimately couldn't endure through this winter.

No matter how turbulent the city of Paris is, and no matter how the far-right party celebrates and becomes more arrogant, the death of the king is still a major event.
Various official documents have increased. On one hand, there are matters related to investigating Greek artifacts. Just after moving into 30 Avenue des Champs-Élysées, Kris became busy and ended up sleeping at the consulate for a whole week.
Seeing the listless young man, Bart had to comfort him, "You'll be done soon. Tomorrow we have to read the funeral oration."
Krissy waved her hand and handed him the empty coffee cup.
"It's not that simple. There will be a coronation ceremony for the new king afterwards."
"I've found that the young gentleman is even more cunning than the old one. The attendant couldn't help but worry about his own future, took the cup and walked out of the door."
Not long after, he turned back, knocked on the door and peeked his head in, with a strange expression.
"There's a gentleman named Lord Wilmer who wants to see you."
“……”
Looking at the blond man walking in calmly, unable to figure out what he was playing at, Chris stayed silent for a long time and could only pretend to be angry and say, "Do you have the nerve to come see me?"
Seeing the posture that suggested a private conversation, the attendant who knew the "inside story" quickly left the room and, considering the consul's combat power, felt relieved and considerate enough to close the door.
With no third person in the office, "Viscount Wilmore" still wore the cold and unwelcoming expression on his face.
He walked up to her and said, "Why can't I come to see you?"
"You are the British consul, and my passport is also British. I encountered trouble on another country's territory, can't I come and ask for your help?"
"So, what kind of help do you need?"
"I've been too busy lately, so I just realized today that my British girlfriend has gone missing. I haven't seen her for many days, and I think about her every day. Just now, I finished something and happened to pass by here. Finally, I couldn't resist the impulse and came to seek help from you, consul."
The young consul suppressed a smile, cleared the documents on the desk, and found a blank piece of paper. He pretended to draw a few strokes with a fountain pen, and said in an official manner: "I have already noted your request and will contact the Paris police team to find traces for you. Can you describe the characteristics of your...friend?"
"She had a pair of black eyes that were brighter than the stars."
He leaned in, restraining her in the circle chair, looking deeply at her within arm's reach.
"The most beautiful face in this world blushes only for me."
Because of her reaction, the coldness on his face also melted away, replaced by a gentle smile.
"Hair blacker and softer than silk."
His icy cold hands gently caressed, finally coming to rest at the back of her head, running through the ends of her hair.
"No rose can rival the softness--"
Before the sentence was finished, the Viscount leaned down and lightly kissed the Consul.
承受这份思念后，年轻人弯起眼，像是游鱼一样迎上来，也轻轻回吻，明明是她贴着他，话里却在轻斥：“先生，您在做什么？冒犯一位政务官，我可以去起诉您。”
这副配合的样子太——
年长者不由吞咽了一记。
为了转移注意力，他道：“你果然对这个身份格外不一样。”
话里的酸意毫无掩饰。
克莉丝：“……不都是你吗。”
“你对神甫可不是这样的。”
最近不仅她忙，爱德蒙最近也很忙。
明面上，终于与挚友和好如初，还搬进了自己家里，东方式生活的“基督山伯爵”有了闭门不出的借口。
他们很难碰上面，她有时候甚至会在起床时见到刚回来的“布沙尼神甫”，随即被补上那一天的告白和晚安……没有吻。
虽然这位美洲叔叔比她大十二岁，不过如果加上她的上辈子，反而是她比他要大几岁了，所以——
“我其实是不在意我们之间年龄差的。”
她皱了脸，“教士服也能说是禁欲，不过白胡子老先生还是算了吧。”
“平时你看起来很年轻，好像才二十多，只比我大一点。但是你一带白色假发，就总会提醒我你的年纪。”
说起年纪，想到梅塞苔丝的孩子都十几岁了，总在往后想的人忍不住开始忧虑现实问题。
“等你复仇完，我们再结婚，生了孩子，那等他们成年，你都多大啦。”
毫不自知这番话有多像在质疑对方能力，克莉丝继续一本正经道：“再说了——”
后面的话被吞下了。
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