Chapter 52: Lucien Louis Bonaparte
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Jérôme Bonaparte and Captain Letty took a carriage from the northwest corner of Rome to cross the Tiber River, the "blood" of Central Italy, when they were about to enter the main city, but were guarded by guards at the arched city gate outside Rome. down.
The city gate soldier, who smelled of drunkenness, pointed at the carriageway with a halberd with a Sicilian taste and Italian accent, "I suspect that there is a rebellion against the Papal State lurking in your carriage! Let the people inside get off, I want check!"
"Sir, there is no chaos here! There are some honest foreign travelers in the carriage!" The coachman got out of the carriage with a smile on his face. He half-bowed and took out from his blue shirt pocket. A slightly wrinkled handkerchief was carefully untied by the coachman to reveal two copper coins bearing the portrait of Gregory XVI and handed it to the two guards guarding the city gate.
[Gregory XVI: Pope from 1831 to 1846. During his tenure, he established the Bank of Rome, the Discount Bank, and minted silver and copper coins with his own head. 】
On weekdays, he used this method to enter Rome.
"A little trifle is no respect! Please accept the two officers with a smile!" the coachman said to the guards in a low voice.
After the two guards held a copper coin honored by the coachman, their arrogant expressions instantly became more pleasant, and their tone was not as arrogant as before. One of the guards shrugged and said helplessly: "We don't want to either. To do so, we can't shirk the above requirements!"
"I know!" The coachman bowed and nodded in understanding.
Although the coachman hated in his heart how much he hated these gangsters who were trying to knock their bones and **** their marrow, he still had to lower his eyebrows and pretend to understand.
People always have to eat, and there are not so many protagonists in the world.
It is more of a laborer who has to put on a smile and face the person he hates while running around for a living.
The soldier slowly came around the carriage, pretended to check the overall structure of the carriage, and knocked on the carriage at the same time.
Afterwards, he returned to the gate of the city, nodded his head and waved his hand, "Yeah! Very good! You can go in now!"
"Thank you! Thank you sir!" The coachman was overjoyed and got back into the driver's seat.
The two soldiers removed the barricade placed in front of the carriage to make way.
Just as the carriage was about to enter the arched city gate in the second half of its life, a voice came from the city of Rome: "Wait!"
The coachman and the guard looked in the direction of the voice at the same time.
A young man in his early 20s, wearing a white priest's robe, holding a Bible and a golden crucifix on his chest, appeared at the city gate.
The coachman and the soldier instantly saluted the guy in front of him, and the soldier who was swaying straightened his body instantly.
The most difficult thing to provoke in Rome is this group of guys in white robes.
Even if the guy in front of him looks so young.
"Respected priest, do you have anything to do?" the coachman asked the young priest in front of him with increasing respect.
The young priest nodded slightly to the coachman. He walked to the front of the two guards and stared blankly at the guards.
"Father...please...excuse me..." The young priest's gaze made the voices of the two soldiers tremble.
The young priest still didn't speak. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and said to the two soldiers, "Money!"
When the two soldiers saw this, they immediately understood the meaning of the young priest, and handed the two copper coins that had not yet been warmed up to the young priest.
The young priest who took the copper coin made a light threat: "Don't let me see you a second time, or you should go to the church to repent!"
"Yes...Yes..." Soldiers who didn't dare to get in trouble could only express their understanding in a submissive manner.
The young priest glanced at the soldier again and added, "I will come here from time to time to check!"
Having said that, the young priest turned around and came in front of the coachman, and handed the two copper coins to the coachman.
"No, I can't accept it!" The coachman was obviously unwilling to accept the two hot copper coins, because he knew that if he accepted it, he would likely be retaliated by the soldiers.
These gatekeepers are not alone. They are collaborating with the gangsters in the city of Rome. This force may not dare to take revenge on the young priest, but they will turn their hatred on themselves.
Once he has something to say, his family will go to drink the northwest wind.
"What? This is the money you deserve!" The young priest obviously didn't understand the twists and turns, and he asked suspiciously.
"Father! It's not my money! It's not!" The coachman tried his best to distance himself from the hot copper coins.
One party wants to let the other party accept it, but the other party would rather die than accept it.
The scene was at a stalemate for a while.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was in the carriage, obviously could not bear such a meaningless waste of time. The nine-day sea life made him eager to find a hotel to wash off his sour smell~www.novelhall.com~ Jerome Bonaparte got up and opened the door to get out of the car. Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a moment as he got out of the car, his black eyes staring straight at the priest in front of him.
"Lu... Lucien?" Jerome Bonaparte asked tentatively.
The young priest who heard someone calling his name instantly turned his attention to Jerome Bonaparte and shouted in surprise, "Uncle Jerome?!"
Captain Letty, who followed behind Jerome Bonaparte, stared at the young priest and Jerome Bonaparte in astonishment. It stands to reason that the difference in youth between the two is not large.
[Charles Lucien. Louis Bonaparte: 1828-1898, the second generation of Canino and the second son of Prince Musignano, the future cardinal of Rome! 】
"Cough...cough..." Jerome Bonaparte, who realized that Letty and Lucien Louis did not meet, hurriedly introduced to Letty: "This is my cousin Canino and Musigna. Prince Nuo's son!"
"Hello, Your Highness!" Letty salutes Lucien Louis decisively.
"This is Letty! Originally the squire of your uncle Louis, now he is mine!" Jerome Bonaparte introduced to Lucien Louis, who was also confused.
"Hello!" Lucien Louis said hello slightly to Letty in front of him.
"Mr. Father, can I go?" The coachman who was hanging on the side said in a low voice as he watched the meeting of the uncle and nephew in front of him.
Lucien Louis also wanted to give the money to the coachman. Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then his eyes hinted at Letty.
Upon receiving the hint, Letty quickly took out an unconverted gold pound from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.
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Jérôme Bonaparte and Captain Letty took a carriage from the northwest corner of Rome to cross the Tiber River, the "blood" of Central Italy, when they were about to enter the main city, but were guarded by guards at the arched city gate outside Rome. down.
The city gate soldier, who smelled of drunkenness, pointed at the carriageway with a halberd with a Sicilian taste and Italian accent, "I suspect that there is a rebellion against the Papal State lurking in your carriage! Let the people inside get off, I want check!"
"Sir, there is no chaos here! There are some honest foreign travelers in the carriage!" The coachman got out of the carriage with a smile on his face. He half-bowed and took out from his blue shirt pocket. A slightly wrinkled handkerchief was carefully untied by the coachman to reveal two copper coins bearing the portrait of Gregory XVI and handed it to the two guards guarding the city gate.
[Gregory XVI: Pope from 1831 to 1846. During his tenure, he established the Bank of Rome, the Discount Bank, and minted silver and copper coins with his own head. 】
On weekdays, he used this method to enter Rome.
"A little trifle is no respect! Please accept the two officers with a smile!" the coachman said to the guards in a low voice.
After the two guards held a copper coin honored by the coachman, their arrogant expressions instantly became more pleasant, and their tone was not as arrogant as before. One of the guards shrugged and said helplessly: "We don't want to either. To do so, we can't shirk the above requirements!"
"I know!" The coachman bowed and nodded in understanding.
Although the coachman hated in his heart how much he hated these gangsters who were trying to knock their bones and **** their marrow, he still had to lower his eyebrows and pretend to understand.
People always have to eat, and there are not so many protagonists in the world.
It is more of a laborer who has to put on a smile and face the person he hates while running around for a living.
The soldier slowly came around the carriage, pretended to check the overall structure of the carriage, and knocked on the carriage at the same time.
Afterwards, he returned to the gate of the city, nodded his head and waved his hand, "Yeah! Very good! You can go in now!"
"Thank you! Thank you sir!" The coachman was overjoyed and got back into the driver's seat.
The two soldiers removed the barricade placed in front of the carriage to make way.
Just as the carriage was about to enter the arched city gate in the second half of its life, a voice came from the city of Rome: "Wait!"
The coachman and the guard looked in the direction of the voice at the same time.
A young man in his early 20s, wearing a white priest's robe, holding a Bible and a golden crucifix on his chest, appeared at the city gate.
The coachman and the soldier instantly saluted the guy in front of him, and the soldier who was swaying straightened his body instantly.
The most difficult thing to provoke in Rome is this group of guys in white robes.
Even if the guy in front of him looks so young.
"Respected priest, do you have anything to do?" the coachman asked the young priest in front of him with increasing respect.
The young priest nodded slightly to the coachman. He walked to the front of the two guards and stared blankly at the guards.
"Father...please...excuse me..." The young priest's gaze made the voices of the two soldiers tremble.
The young priest still didn't speak. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and said to the two soldiers, "Money!"
When the two soldiers saw this, they immediately understood the meaning of the young priest, and handed the two copper coins that had not yet been warmed up to the young priest.
The young priest who took the copper coin made a light threat: "Don't let me see you a second time, or you should go to the church to repent!"
"Yes...Yes..." Soldiers who didn't dare to get in trouble could only express their understanding in a submissive manner.
The young priest glanced at the soldier again and added, "I will come here from time to time to check!"
Having said that, the young priest turned around and came in front of the coachman, and handed the two copper coins to the coachman.
"No, I can't accept it!" The coachman was obviously unwilling to accept the two hot copper coins, because he knew that if he accepted it, he would likely be retaliated by the soldiers.
These gatekeepers are not alone. They are collaborating with the gangsters in the city of Rome. This force may not dare to take revenge on the young priest, but they will turn their hatred on themselves.
Once he has something to say, his family will go to drink the northwest wind.
"What? This is the money you deserve!" The young priest obviously didn't understand the twists and turns, and he asked suspiciously.
"Father! It's not my money! It's not!" The coachman tried his best to distance himself from the hot copper coins.
One party wants to let the other party accept it, but the other party would rather die than accept it.
The scene was at a stalemate for a while.
Jerome Bonaparte, who was in the carriage, obviously could not bear such a meaningless waste of time. The nine-day sea life made him eager to find a hotel to wash off his sour smell~www.novelhall.com~ Jerome Bonaparte got up and opened the door to get out of the car. Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a moment as he got out of the car, his black eyes staring straight at the priest in front of him.
"Lu... Lucien?" Jerome Bonaparte asked tentatively.
The young priest who heard someone calling his name instantly turned his attention to Jerome Bonaparte and shouted in surprise, "Uncle Jerome?!"
Captain Letty, who followed behind Jerome Bonaparte, stared at the young priest and Jerome Bonaparte in astonishment. It stands to reason that the difference in youth between the two is not large.
[Charles Lucien. Louis Bonaparte: 1828-1898, the second generation of Canino and the second son of Prince Musignano, the future cardinal of Rome! 】
"Cough...cough..." Jerome Bonaparte, who realized that Letty and Lucien Louis did not meet, hurriedly introduced to Letty: "This is my cousin Canino and Musigna. Prince Nuo's son!"
"Hello, Your Highness!" Letty salutes Lucien Louis decisively.
"This is Letty! Originally the squire of your uncle Louis, now he is mine!" Jerome Bonaparte introduced to Lucien Louis, who was also confused.
"Hello!" Lucien Louis said hello slightly to Letty in front of him.
"Mr. Father, can I go?" The coachman who was hanging on the side said in a low voice as he watched the meeting of the uncle and nephew in front of him.
Lucien Louis also wanted to give the money to the coachman. Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then his eyes hinted at Letty.
Upon receiving the hint, Letty quickly took out an unconverted gold pound from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.
Jrme Bonaparte and Captain Letty took a carriage from the northwest corner of Rome to cross the Tiber River, the "blood" of Central Italy, when they were about to enter the main city, but were guarded by guards at the arched city gate outside Rome. down.The city gate soldier, who smelled of drunkenness, pointed at the carriageway with a halberd with a Sicilian taste and Italian accent, "I suspect that there is a rebellion against the Papal State lurking in your carriage! Let the people inside get off, I want check!""Sir, there is no chaos here! There are some honest foreign travelers in the carriage!" The coachman got out of the carriage with a smile on his face. He half-bowed and took out from his blue shirt pocket. A slightly wrinkled handkerchief was carefully untied by the coachman to reveal two copper coins bearing the portrait of Gregory XVI and handed it to the two guards guarding the city gate.Gregory XVI: Pope from 1831 to 1846. During his tenure, he established the Bank of Rome, the Discount Bank, and minted silver and copper coins with his own head. On weekdays, he used this method to enter Rome."A little trifle is no respect! Please accept the two officers with a smile!" the coachman said to the guards in a low voice.After the two guards held a copper coin honored by the coachman, their arrogant expressions instantly became more pleasant, and their tone was not as arrogant as before. One of the guards shrugged and said helplessly: "We don't want to either. To do so, we can't shirk the above requirements!""I know!" The coachman bowed and nodded in understanding.Although the coachman hated in his heart how much he hated these gangsters who were trying to knock their bones and **** their marrow, he still had to lower his eyebrows and pretend to understand.People always have to eat, and there are not so many protagonists in the world.It is more of a laborer who has to put on a smile and face the person he hates while running around for a living.The soldier slowly came around the carriage, pretended to check the overall structure of the carriage, and knocked on the carriage at the same time.Afterwards, he returned to the gate of the city, nodded his head and waved his hand, "Yeah! Very good! You can go in now!""Thank you! Thank you sir!" The coachman was overjoyed and got back into the driver's seat.The two soldiers removed the barricade placed in front of the carriage to make way.Just as the carriage was about to enter the arched city gate in the second half of its life, a voice came from the city of Rome: "Wait!"The coachman and the guard looked in the direction of the voice at the same time.A young man in his early 20s, wearing a white priest's robe, holding a Bible and a golden crucifix on his chest, appeared at the city gate.The coachman and the soldier instantly saluted the guy in front of him, and the soldier who was swaying straightened his body instantly.The most difficult thing to provoke in Rome is this group of guys in white robes.Even if the guy in front of him looks so young."Respected priest, do you have anything to do?" the coachman asked the young priest in front of him with increasing respect.The young priest nodded slightly to the coachman. He walked to the front of the two guards and stared blankly at the guards."Father...please...excuse me..." The young priest's gaze made the voices of the two soldiers tremble.The young priest still didn't speak. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand and said to the two soldiers, "Money!"When the two soldiers saw this, they immediately understood the meaning of the young priest, and handed the two copper coins that had not yet been warmed up to the young priest.The young priest who took the copper coin made a light threat: "Don't let me see you a second time, or you should go to the church to repent!""Yes...Yes..." Soldiers who didn't dare to get in trouble could only express their understanding in a submissive manner.The young priest glanced at the soldier again and added, "I will come here from time to time to check!"Having said that, the young priest turned around and came in front of the coachman, and handed the two copper coins to the coachman."No, I can't accept it!" The coachman was obviously unwilling to accept the two hot copper coins, because he knew that if he accepted it, he would likely be retaliated by the soldiers.These gatekeepers are not alone. They are collaborating with the gangsters in the city of Rome. This force may not dare to take revenge on the young priest, but they will turn their hatred on themselves.Once he has something to say, his family will go to drink the northwest wind."What? This is the money you deserve!" The young priest obviously didn't understand the twists and turns, and he asked suspiciously."Father! It's not my money! It's not!" The coachman tried his best to distance himself from the hot copper coins.One party wants to let the other party accept it, but the other party would rather die than accept it.The scene was at a stalemate for a while.Jerome Bonaparte, who was in the carriage, obviously could not bear such a meaningless waste of time. The nine-day sea life made him eager to find a hotel to wash off his sour smell~www.novelhall.com~ Jerome Bonaparte got up and opened the door to get out of the car. Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a moment as he got out of the car, his black eyes staring straight at the priest in front of him."Lu... Lucien?" Jerome Bonaparte asked tentatively.The young priest who heard someone calling his name instantly turned his attention to Jerome Bonaparte and shouted in surprise, "Uncle Jerome?!"Captain Letty, who followed behind Jerome Bonaparte, stared at the young priest and Jerome Bonaparte in astonishment. It stands to reason that the difference in youth between the two is not large.Charles Lucien. Louis Bonaparte: 1828-1898, the second generation of Canino and the second son of Prince Musignano, the future cardinal of Rome! "Cough...cough..." Jerome Bonaparte, who realized that Letty and Lucien Louis did not meet, hurriedly introduced to Letty: "This is my cousin Canino and Musigna. Prince Nuo's son!""Hello, Your Highness!" Letty salutes Lucien Louis decisively."This is Letty! Originally the squire of your uncle Louis, now he is mine!" Jerome Bonaparte introduced to Lucien Louis, who was also confused."Hello!" Lucien Louis said hello slightly to Letty in front of him."Mr. Father, can I go?" The coachman who was hanging on the side said in a low voice as he watched the meeting of the uncle and nephew in front of him.Lucien Louis also wanted to give the money to the coachman. Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then his eyes hinted at Letty.Upon receiving the hint, Letty quickly took out an unconverted gold pound from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.
