The Sun Never Sets In Spain

The steam train was not fast, Alfonso departed early in the morning and arrived in Paris at about 10 am the next morning.

"Ka, Ka" the train slowed down gradually, and the sound of steam that could be heard clearly even in the luxurious carriage finally stopped.

Alfonso's injuries have been completely healed, and at this moment, he took the two entourages out of the luxury carriage and instantly attracted the attention of the people around him.

With exquisite dress and handsome face, he looks like the young master of the noble family.

"Let's go for a stroll around the Arc de Triomphe, and then find Napoleon." He turned his head and said to Dias and Domingo behind him.

They are the guards carefully selected by Diego, even in the Guards, they are considered to be high in martial arts. The most important thing is that they are young, a 22 and a 24.

Originally, according to Isabella's idea, he had to arrange a lot of people for him, but he strongly refused.

The reason is that the King will arrange a maid, and his own strength is also super strong, so it is enough to carry two guards, but Isabella reluctantly agrees.

In this era, large-scale telegraph lines have been laid, but the cable from Biarritz to Paris is under construction, so Napoleon does not know they are coming for the time being.

Before taking a few steps, Alfonso had to stand still, because behind him, Dias was entangled by a newsboy.

"Sir, buy a copy, this Paris travel brochure will definitely help you! And this, Paris Passionate Ladies Photo Album, you see how enthusiastic they are. Men who are new to Paris can't help but have a copy! And this..."

Diaz is already sweating profusely, he also understands French, and naturally understands that he has encountered a rogue salesman.

He pushed the newsboy several times but failed to push him away. In the face of a child, he couldn't really do anything to him.

At this time, seeing His Royal Highness stop and watch, I felt even more embarrassed, and finally had to compromise: "But I don't have neither francs nor cents (franc francs)."

In fact, he did. They exchanged a lot in the small town of Biarritz before.

Seeing that the purpose was achieved, the newsboy smiled: "We also provide currency exchange services."

In Diaz's stunned mouth, he beckoned to the distance, and a middle-aged man wearing a double horned hat and a black coat ran over.

The man bowed to everyone first, "Sorry, gentlemen, I'm sorry." Then he opened his coat full of sewn pockets.

His pockets are full of scattered dicings and currencies from various countries.

"Spanish pesetas", "British shillings and pennies", "Germany Marks and Finneys", Alfonso even saw an ocean from the United States.

At this time, Dias couldn't admit that he lied, so he had to take out a few pesetas and exchanged his sons with the other party.

Alfonso calculated it silently in his heart, but the other party did not cheat others in this regard, keeping it consistent with the official exchange rate.

"So what are you going to buy?" He got interested, got closer, and asked while looking through the pile of photo albums and newspapers in the arms of the newsboy.

Dias didn't hesitate anymore, drew out the "Lady Passion Album" and said, "I want this."

Alfonso laughed blankly. No wonder Dias didn't resist too much. It is estimated that he himself is quite interested in this.

He knew from the history of entertainment in his previous life that under Napoleon's rule, the Orioles were legalized, and they had to undergo a physical examination every two weeks, but there was no danger.

"The main targets of these people are nobles, businessmen, and lawyers. You can relax a little." Alfonso couldn't help but said. The salary of the Guards is not low, but they are not high-income groups.

"Um...I'll pay attention, no, I'll just take a look." Dias blushed and whispered in defense.

Europeans are indeed more open to this aspect, but when the 11-year-old boss sees that he buys this kind of book, he feels somewhat pressured.

Alfonso was noncommittal and turned to stop the duo who had finished their business and was about to leave, "Don't go, I'll hire this newsboy for one day."

"?" The newspaper duo was full of doubts. They knew that they were very annoying. They always sold one copy and left. Today, someone took the initiative to stop them.

"It's the first time for the three of us to come to Paris. Take us around and give me a copy of the Times." Alfonso said lightly.

The duo looked at each other, and the newsboy leaned over and nodded to Alfonso.

"Yes, but this young master, I need... um... 6 francs a day!" He held out his finger and compared the word "6", and then waited a little nervously for Alfonso's reply.

Alfonso was amused. The other party took him as a fool. In this era, an adult who worked in a carton factory for 14 hours was only paid 4 francs, and he had to be the carton factory with the highest salary in Paris.

"No, 4 francs is the most. If you behave well, I can tip you extra." He shook his head. Although he is rich, he doesn't want to be slaughtered as a fool.

"Okay, sir, I belong to you this day." The newsboy saw Alfonso's counter-offer and knew that he was not the stupid son of the landlord. The lowest worker is much lower, with a fixed income of 15 centimes (0.15 francs) a day, and the money for selling newspapers is someone else's.

The newsboy gave everything else to the man, leaving only one newspaper for Alfonso.

Alfonso shook the newspaper and walked outside the station with the three of them while reading.

The Paris Times was full of entertainment news, but he still saw a piece of news related to him and worthy of attention in an inconspicuous place: "The Spanish cabinet intends to find a new king."

"Ha, these guys." Although Alfonso knew the direction of history, he was still a little unhappy.

This is the fuse of the Franco-Prussian War in history. Next year, the Spanish cabinet will plan to welcome Prince Leopold of the Hohenzollern family as king.

After knowing this, France was of course unhappy, and solemnly warned William I of Prussia not to take the throne of Spain.

It took Prussia only 7 weeks in 1866 to beat the mighty Austrian empire and seize the leadership of Germany. How could it listen to France when it was in the midst of the sky?

There was a disagreement between the two, and everyone knew the following results. Germany was established, the Second French Empire collapsed, Alsace Lorraine was lost, and the European hegemony was lost forever.

"These foolish Frenchmen... Oh no, I am also French, but I really don't know what they think. They only warned but didn't mobilize in advance, which in the end caused the opponent to double the strength of his own." Alfonso was very much to these compatriots. Is speechless.

Although he knew the crux of the problem, he did not intend to remind that an overly powerful France is not good for Spain, and that Germany's help is needed to break the British hegemony in the future.

After reading the news, he remembered that there was a newcomer next to him, turned his head and asked: "Sir, my name is Alfonso de Bourbon, what is your name?"

After hearing the name, the newsboy looked at Alfonso who was younger than him and taller than him in shock. He knew that the other party should be a noble young master, but he didn't expect such a noble!

But still try to keep calm and answer:

"François, sir, François Blanche."