After a while, An Ning suddenly felt something leaning on his shoulder.
He turned around and found that it was Crotz's head.
——Damn it, having a man lean on your shoulder doesn’t make you happy at all.
An Ning thought this and pushed the young master's head away, but when he touched Crotz's shoulder, he suddenly felt doubtful.
"Are this guy's shoulders too narrow?" An Ning muttered, holding down Crotz's shoulders with both hands, one on the left and one on the right. Obviously, for a male's shoulders, this shoulder width is not enough.
Once doubts arise, everything in An Ning's eyes suddenly becomes suspicious.
Such as Crotz's smooth chin.
An Ning himself belongs to the type whose beard grows relatively quickly. If he doesn't shave for a day, his hands will feel obviously furry.
But Crotz's chin felt smooth and didn't feel prickly at all.
Even if he is young, he shouldn't be so smooth, right?
An Ning glanced at the old German farmer driving the car in front of him. After making sure that the other person was not paying attention to the back, he gently checked Crotz's chest muscles.
——Is this considered hard or soft?
Even a girl might have a flat chest, so I can only confirm it directly...
Crotz's lower body was wearing tight trousers common to aristocrats. The length of the trousers just reached the knees, and the legs below the knees were wrapped in white stockings.
From the perspective of future generations, this outfit would be quite sexy if worn on a woman?
It's a pity that women in this era don't dress like this. Instead, all aristocratic men wear tight pants and stockings like this.
Still white silk.
An Ning stared at Crotz's trousers, thinking that if it were a male, the shape of these trousers would be too flat.
But is it too much to check directly? What if someone happens to wake up?
I had just completed the extra mission goal and raised Crotz's favorability to trust. The fifty-kronor reward was still in the bank and I hadn't taken it yet.
In order to satisfy my curiosity, I lost all my favorability points all at once. Isn’t it a bit worth the loss?
——There won’t be any negative effects if I pretend I haven’t discovered anything here. The only problem is that I can’t satisfy my curiosity.
Besides, if Crotz is really a woman, I'll have plenty of opportunities to find out later - there's no way he won't go to the toilet, right?
After making up her mind, An Ning suppressed her curiosity and pretended not to notice anything.
Just at this time, the old German farmer turned around and said to An Ning in High German with a heavy accent: "If we go further, we will reach the boundary of our lord's territory. Although I am not a serf, but..."
An Ning: "You took a silver coin of one crown. Think about that silver coin and its attractive luster."
The old farmer thought for a moment and then drove the car forward.
The German nobles should have carried out the serfdom reform under the leadership of Frederick II and Queen Theresa and liberated some serfs.
This old farmer was probably the lord's serf when he was young, and then he gained his freedom. Now he still dares not easily cross the boundary of the lord's land.
The bullock cart swayed across the territorial boundary.
An Ning saw an unexpected stone pier on the roadside and guessed it was a boundary monument.
He doesn't know exactly whether it is.
Not far after crossing the boundary marker, the ox cart passed a group of broken soldiers wearing white French uniforms.
A defeated soldier rolled up the flag full of fleur-de-lis and used the flagpole as a crutch as he limped along.
When the soldier saw the bullock cart, he immediately opened his mouth to say something, but then he saw An Ning and Young Master Crotz on the bullock cart.
He stared at Crotz's half-moon dog tag, finally curled his lips and looked away.
An Ning guessed that the soldier originally wanted to take the ride, but hesitated when he saw the officer.
After all, it was 1780, the Revolution had not yet broken out, and the military officer still had some prestige among ordinary people.
When the French sent Louis XVI to the guillotine, it’s hard to say whether the aristocratic gentleman’s half-moon dog tag would have such a great deterrent effect.
The oxcart made a creaking sound as it drove past the demoralized soldiers.
Most of the defeated soldiers chose to remain silent after seeing Crotz's dog tag and did not ask for a ride.
Finally, fleur-de-lis flags began to appear in front of the oxcart.
An Ning stretched her neck and looked ahead.
It seems that the French troops in front are building defensive facilities on the hills.
Nearby, on the dirt road, an officer was standing on the side of the road, shouting to the soldiers walking along the dirt road: "The broken soldiers should register here. Those who can't write should go over there. Tell the secretary
The official reports his name, and those who can write come here to register..."
An Ning raised his voice: "Mr. Officer, my master is Crotz de Tolestel, the son of the Duke of Orleans!"
In fact, An Ning should also report his identity: Andy Frost, a military musician from the 17th Battalion of the 21st Infantry Regiment of Caen.
But he didn't want to be separated from the young master, so he deliberately concealed his identity so that everyone would take it for granted that he was Tolestel's orderly.
Literally, this mission of mine ends when the young master is delivered to the Duke. An Ning will never allow this mission to fail because he separates from the young master in advance.
The officer came to the side of the bullock cart, leaned on the railing of the bullock cart and looked up. He looked away when he saw Crotz who was still sleeping.
Crotz looked like an unsophisticated aristocratic young man, and it seemed that his identity was immediately recognized by the officer.
"The clerk responsible for registering the survivors of the nobles is in front. You don't have to go too far to see him. Say hello to His Excellency the Marquis for me." The officer waved his hand.
An Ning was a little confused: Your Excellency, Marquis?
At this time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen a saying somewhere that Europeans would honor the son of a duke as a marquis, and the son of a marquis as an earl, and so on.
Therefore, Crotz should now be honored as Marquis Torestelle, because he is the son of the Duke of Orleans.
An Ning couldn't help but hold his forehead. He seemed to have never addressed Crotz as the Marquis last night.
But this guy's favorability towards her has reached a level of trust, so he - or she shouldn't care about such details, right?
While An Ning was thinking about this, the officer who was taking in the defeated troops asked him doubtfully: "Do you have any other questions? Why are you staying here and not leaving?"
An Ning then remembered that the old farmer didn't understand French, so he ignored the officer's order to move forward.
So An Ning said to the old farmer in German: "Go forward and stop next to the officer in front."
"Man," the officer who was gathering the broken troops said to An Ning with a smile, "you speak High German very well, and your accent feels very correct. It seems that the Duke has found a very reliable attendant for the Marquis."
An Ning smiled in response.
He was indeed regarded as Crotz's attendant.
This is good.
Just send Crotz all the way back to his father as a servant!