Make France Great Again

Jerome Bonaparte and Captain Letty crossed the "blood" Tiber River in Central Italy from the northwest corner of Rome in a carriage and were about to enter the main city when they were stopped by guards guarding the arched city gate outside Rome. down.

The soldier at the city gate reeking of drunkenness pointed at the stage lane with a Sicilian rustic Italian accent, "I suspect that there is a rebellious party against the Papal State hidden in your carriage! Let the people inside get out of the carriage, I want check!"

"Sir, we don't have any rebellious party here! The carriage is full of honest foreign travelers!" The coachman got out of the carriage with a smile on his face, and he half-bowed and took it out of his blue shirt pocket. A slightly wrinkled handkerchief, the handkerchief was carefully untied by the coachman, revealing two copper coins with the head of Gregory XVI, and handed it to the two guards guarding the city gate.

【Gregory XVI: Pope from 1831 to 1846, established the Bank of Rome and the Discount Bank during his tenure, and at the same time minted silver coins and copper coins with his own head on them. 】

On weekdays, he used this method to enter Rome.

"A trivial matter is not a respect! Please accept it, the two officers!" the coachman said to the guards in a low voice.

After each of the two guards took a copper coin of filial piety from the coachman, their arrogant expressions instantly became amiable, and their tone was not inferior to the arrogance just now. One of the guards shrugged and said helplessly: "We don't want to In doing so, we really cannot shirk the request from above!"

"I know!" The coachman bowed and nodded in understanding.

Although the coachman hated in his heart how much he hated this group of hooligans who tried to steal the bones, he still had to lower his eyebrows and pretend to be understanding.

People always have to eat, and there are not so many protagonists in the world.

Most of them are laborers who have to put on a smiling face to face people they hate when they are running around for their livelihood.

The soldiers slowly came around the carriage, checked the overall structure of the carriage pretendingly, and knocked on the carriage at the same time.

Afterwards, he returned to the gate of the city, nodded and waved his hands, "Well! Very good! You can go in!"

"Thank you! Thank you, sir!" The coachman rejoiced and sat in the driver's seat of the carriage again.

Two soldiers removed the railings 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 sound 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 immediately paid attention to the guy in front of them, and the stumbling soldier straightened up instantly.

The last thing to provoke in Rome is this group of guys in white robes.

Even if the guy in front of him looks so young.

"Honored priest, what can I do for you?" The coachman asked the young priest in front of him more respectfully.

The young priest nodded slightly to the coachman, he walked up to the two guards and stared at them expressionlessly.

"Father... Please... Excuse me..." The young priest's attention made the voices of the two soldiers tremble.

The young priest still did not speak. A few seconds later, he stretched out his hand and said to the two soldiers, "Money!"

Seeing this, the two soldiers immediately understood what the young priest meant, and handed the two unheated copper coins to the young priest.

The young priest who took the copper coins threatened lightly: "Don't let me see you again, or you will go to church to repent!"

"Yes... yes..." The soldiers who didn't dare to touch the mold could only express their understanding submissively.

The young priest looked at the soldier again and added: "I will come here to check every now and then!"

After all,

The young priest turned around and came to the coachman, and handed the two copper coins to the coachman.

"No, I can't take it!" The coachman was obviously unwilling to accept the two hot copper coins, because he knew that if he accepted it, he might be retaliated by the soldiers.

The gatekeepers were not alone; they were in league with the ruffians of Rome, a force that might not have dared to take revenge on the young priest, but would turn their hatred on themselves.

Once there is something wrong with him, then his family will go to drink the northwest wind.

"Why? This is the money you deserve!" The young priest obviously didn't understand the twists and turns, and he asked suspiciously.

"My lord priest! This is not my money! No!" The coachman tried his best to distance himself from the hot copper coins.

One party wants the other party to accept it, but the other party would rather die than accept it.

The scene once reached a deadlock.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was staying in the carriage, obviously couldn't bear such a meaningless waste of time. The nine-day life at sea made him eager to find a hotel to wash off the sour smell on his body.

Jerome Bonaparte got up and opened the car door to get out of the car. Jerome Bonaparte froze for a moment as soon as he got out of the car, staring straight at the priest in front of him with a pair of black eyes.

"Lu... Lucien?" Jerome Bonaparte asked tentatively.

The young priest who heard someone calling his name instantly turned his gaze to Jerome Bonaparte and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Jerome?!"

Captain Letty, who was following Jérôme Bonaparte, stared at the young priest and Jerome Bonaparte dumbfounded. It stands to reason that the difference in their youth is not that big, how could there be an extra generation out of thin air.

[Charles Lucien Louis Bonaparte: 1828-1898, the second son of Prince Canino and Musignano, the future Cardinal of Rome! 】

"Cough...cough..." Jerome Bonaparte, who realized that Letty and Lucien Louis had not met, hurriedly introduced to Letty: "This is my cousin Canino and Musigna Prince Nuo's son!"

"Your Highness, hello!" Letty saluted Lucien Louis decisively.

"This is Letty! It used to be your uncle Louis' attendant, but now it's mine!" Jerome Bonaparte introduced to Lucien Louis who was also in a daze.

"Hello!" Lucien Louis slightly greeted Letty in front of him.

"Mr. Priest, can I go?" The carriage driver who was hanging aside looked at the uncle and nephew in front of him and said in a low voice.

Lucien Louis still wanted to hand over the money to the coachman, but Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then hinted at Letty with his eyes.

Receiving the hint, Letty quickly took out an unconverted gold pound from his pocket and handed it to the coachman.