Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 757 - 665 Camellias Crisis (Seeking Monthly
Chapter 757: Chapter 665: Camellia’s Crisis (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 757: Chapter 665: Camellia’s Crisis (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
“Amari, dear, what are you looking at?”
A gentle voice suddenly appeared from behind Herrio, startling her so much that she spun around to see a girl in a teal lace gown with an elaborate updo and fox-like eyes, looking at her with a smile.
“Ah, Veronique, it’s you.” Herrio blinked subconsciously and forced herself to calm down, “You didn’t hear anything, did you?”
“Not at all,” Veronique Legris said with a smile and a shake of her head, “What’s the matter, did I miss something?”
“No, no, not at all,” Herrio sighed in relief.
“Why didn’t you go to the dinner party?” asked Miss Legris, casually looking up and catching a glimpse of Camellia’s retreating figure.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, then quickly adopted a concerned expression, taking Herrio’s arm and whispering,
“My dear, as a friend, I must warn you, it would be best to avoid that woman in the future.”
Herrio immediately turned her head, incredulous,
“What are you talking about!”
Legris sighed,
“You must face reality, my dear. Look at her seductive face and slender waist; no man can resist her, including, ahem… His Highness. And she’s also under Miss Perna’s protection. Ah, I know that woman might have mistreated you, but you really can’t afford to provoke her…”
Among the nobility, gossip was a favorite pastime, so nearly everyone at the Palace of Versailles knew about the incident with the True Love Charm at Notre Dame.
Herrio, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, crossed her arms and her face turned scarlet, her voice becoming shrill,
“Why should I? She’s just a lowly Moravian! I’m a noble Frankish Nobles! It should be her avoiding me! I’m not afraid of her, let her come! See who will win!”
“Oh, my dear, sorry, I misspoke! Please don’t be angry,” Miss Legris said, looking frightened, her eyes downcast, trembling, “In front of you, she’s indeed just a vulgar country woman, but she can use her looks and wits to get you into trouble. Just like… that time at Notre Dame…”
Herrio, now trembling with agitation,
“This is Paris! The Palace of Versailles is ours! She has no right to run wild here!”
Legris quickly pulled her arm, anxiously saying,
“Don’t do this, provoking her will only hurt you. I’m really worried about you!”
She glanced at Herrio’s expression and continued to console,
“Oh, if only she were dead. In my opinion, Jesus should just punish her by making her drown, send her to hell early, otherwise your days in the Palace of Versailles might not be pleasant…”
“Shut up!” Herrio cried out, disregarding etiquette, violently pulling away from her friend’s grasp, lifting her skirt, and running out of the cabin.
As the sun set, a breeze from the Seine River brushed Herrio’s face, yet it felt like knives stabbing her.
Just then, she heard a girl’s voice near the stairs:
“Oh, Mr. Olding, I forgot the yogurt sauce! It’s the soul of the nut stewed pigeon. Please send the dishes to the dining hall first, I’ll go back to the storeroom for the yogurt.”
Herrio was all too familiar with that voice.
It was that Austrian bitch!
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Since the Boloskafi needed to utilize the heat from the boiler and hot coal ash, the kitchen was built separately next to the boiler room, and one had to walk along the deck to get to the storeroom at the stern.
Herrio then saw the black and white skirt appear not far away.
She quickly stepped aside and hid behind the pilothouse, and then in a flurry of shame and anger, she stomped her foot:
“I… I’m not trying to avoid her!”
The sound of a door closing came from the storeroom, and Camellia walked over holding a can of yogurt.
As she passed where Herrio was hiding, his mind suddenly filled with Legris’s earlier words, “Jesus better punish her by drowning in the water…”
Herrio felt suffocated, his eyes bloodshot and bulging.
He quickly scanned the deck, where the crew was busy slowing down the ship, and no one else was in sight.
Without much thought, Herrio took off his shoes and quietly approached from behind Camellia. When she reached the stair entrance, the spot closest to the deck railing, he growled and fiercely pushed her.
On the bow deck of the “Seven Birds”, Soleil leaned against the railing, murmuring softly to a barrel in front of her:
“Kind sir, look, could you return the betting money to me? There are a few unfortunate souls who desperately need it…”
“Ah! How could that be?” She ruffled her hair in irritation, “The race has been going on for a day, how could the bet money possibly be returned?
“But what about Mr. Hartky and the others… Ah! It’s all my fault, all my fault!”
She had recently rescued a dozen poor souls from a group of slave traders, usually just giving them some fare to go home would suffice.
However, this time, those being sold were mostly from the Far East, and 5 of them were Indians from North America.
First, she treated their illnesses, then bought ship tickets to Java for those 9 Asians, entrusting her friends to send them back—if left to charter a merchant ship themselves, they’d likely be robbed and sold again before even passing the Cape of Good Hope.
Afterward, she embarrassingly found herself out of money to send those from the Creek Tribe back to North America.
So, she advanced three months’ salary—from a job at the intelligence bureau she had held since the end of last year—along with her remaining savings, totaling 400 francs on “Seven Birds” winning the cargo ship race. Because of the high betting amount, she got the privilege to board and watch the race.
If “Seven Birds” won, she would make 880 francs.
But she hadn’t anticipated that the ship, mocked by people before the race for being a smoky old thing, could actually run so fast!
“Seven Birds” captain had, at Rouen, switched rowers for the second time, and a slight breeze unexpectedly rose on the Seine River, just enough to barely catch a glimpse of the steamship ahead.
“Everyone, put your backs into it! After Le Havre, 10 francs bonus for everyone!”
The captain’s hysterical shout reached her ears as “Seven Birds” surged forward.
However, Soleil knew there was almost no chance of winning, and her money was all going down the drain. Not to mention sending Mr. Hartky and the others back to North America, even affording meals for the second half of the month was going to be a problem…
A plume of white smoke appeared on the water ahead, Soleil curiously looked over, unaware it was the “Boloskafi” releasing steam.
As the mist cleared, she suddenly saw two figures flicker on the deck of the steamship, and then one of them fell overboard into the Seine River.
Instinctively grasping her sword hilt, in the last glimmers of the setting sun, she saw a pink wide-brimmed women’s hat adorned with feathers. The owner of the hat ignored the person who fell into the water and turned to enter the cabin instead.
Soleil was shocked and hurried to the captain’s cabin, yelling loudly:
“Mr. Ausain, someone’s overboard!”
The captain came running out with a group of people:
“Where?”
“Who’s overboard?”
Soleil pointed towards the “Boloskafi” ahead, urgently saying:
“There! It’s that ship!”
