Pauline's Travelogue

The matter of releasing the troublemaker was settled. Joseph returned to his laboratory, while Napoleon and Lucien rode back to Paris in a carriage.

"Joseph is... truly too shrewd," Napoleon suddenly remarked.

"Exactly! If we could get my sister-in-law and Pauline to go together, then we wouldn't have to worry about the aftermath. The key is you, Napoleon. When you made that suggestion, you hesitated and stammered. It must have been your behavior that aroused his suspicion. It's all your fault, Napoleon!" Lucien said indignantly.

"This suggestion should have been made by you. You're the professional liar!"

"It's precisely because I'm a professional that I can't say it. Joseph is so cunning, and I'm a professional in that field; if I say it, it's no wonder he'll see through me! Anyway... Joseph is just too cunning!"

"Yes, in the end, it's not that we're incompetent, it's just that Joseph is too cunning!" The two brothers quickly reached a consensus on this issue.

As for persuading the troublemaker, that was indeed very simple. Lucien had barely started when Pauline immediately replied, "Great! I'm just bored. Hmm, shall I go alone?"

"I'll arrange for a few people to go with you," Lucien said. Sending the troublemaker was already a problem; sending him alone would be even worse.

"Get ready, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow for some special training. After all, we're going abroad, so we need to be prepared," Lucien said.

"Special training? Great, great! Is there revolver training? I want to dual-wield..."

"Shut up, it's not like I'm sending you to Louisiana!" After saying this, Lucien paused slightly, then continued, "However, basic weapons training, you know what, it actually does exist... After all, London's security is nowhere near as good as Paris."

"Oh, by the way, can I bring someone with me?"

"Anyone but my sister-in-law is fine," Lucien replied.

A week later, the tall Pauline, dressed in men's hunting attire and exuding a dashing air, with a petite and graceful female companion on her arm, boarded a ship bound for Britain in Calais, protected by seven or eight burly bodyguards. Behind them followed a dozen or so baggage handlers and empty-handed servants.

As soon as Pauline boarded the ship, Captain Denis greeted her.

"Mr. Chris, welcome. Would you like to come to the room?" Denis asked solicitously.

"You can take my servants to see him. As for me, I'll just walk around on this deck. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary," Pauline replied in a deliberately husky voice, though it still sounded a little too young, as if she hadn't quite finished puberty.

Captain Denis had no idea who this "Young Master Chris" was, but just by looking at his manners and the fact that he had chartered the entire ship, Captain Denis knew that this "Young Master Chris" must be very wealthy. In France, which was gradually stabilizing, money meant status.

"Emma, I remember you told me before that you always had a dream of standing at the very front of a ship, with your arms outstretched, as if you were Flying, right? Now, the opportunity has come! Hmm, let's go to the bow of the ship and take a look."

Then she turned her head and saw that her four-wheeled carriage had just been secured and was being lifted by a crane and sent over to the deck. She frowned and said to the person next to her, "Anderson, tell them to hurry up. I don't want us to be stuck in the harbor waiting for them to dawdle until dark."

Since "Young Master Chris" was not satisfied, the loading of various items onto the ship was noticeably sped up. Half an hour later, the ship left Calais.

This wasn't Chris's first time at sea, but Chris companion, Emma, had clearly never been on a ship before. Chris seized the opportunity to show off in front of her, eventually dragging Emma to the bow of the ship.

"Emma, do you see that statue?" "Young Master Chris" urged, pointing to the statue at the bow of the ship. "Let's climb up..."

Two days later, the ship arrived in London. "Young Master Chris" disembarked and boarded the luxurious four-wheeled carriage she had brought from France, heading directly to a small courtyard in the suburbs of London that Lucien had rented for her in advance.

"Young Master Chris" rested there for a day, and the next day he took his female companion and wandered around London, while also starting to write articles for the arts section of the Science Truth Daily newspaper.

The Science Truth Daily has a good reputation in other areas, but its arts and culture section is an exception, because there are always some pretentious people publishing articles that they think are very good, but are actually only at the level of excellent elementary school students' compositions.

But these guys are usually either rich, powerful, or both. And each of them thinks no one knows more about literary creation than them. Unfortunately, the editors of Science Truth Daily can't afford to offend these people, so they have no choice but to publish their articles. As a result, the reputation of the arts section of Science Truth Daily is comparable to that of the arts section of the Sun.

However, this situation, at least so far, is limited to the French version of Science Truth Daily; the German and English versions have not yet encountered such problems—after all, most of the figures who have overwhelmed the editors of Science Truth Daily are writers in French.

However, this good fortune ended today. After spending a day in London, "Young Master Chris" handed the first chapter of his "London Travelogue" to the editors of the * Science Truth Daily * newspaper. The editors then worked through the night to translate it into English, polishing, revising, and even rewriting it. After "Young Master Chris" left Britain, the travelogue was ready to be serialized in the * Science Truth Daily * newspaper.

To be honest, while Pauline's travelogue is better than a good elementary school student's essay, it's not by much. However, after the editors' efforts, the quality is quite good, especially the English translation, which is actually much better than the French version.

However, these things are not something "Young Master Chris" needs to worry about. She's busy causing trouble everywhere right now.

The next day, "Young Master Chris" got into a verbal altercation with London police on London streets for trying to stop them from using excessive force against a beggar. (Because her bodyguard pulled her back, she didn't have a chance to test out some of the tricks she had just learned on the policeman.)

On the third day, "Young Master Chris" went to a charitable hospital run by the Anglican Church and donated five hundred pounds. However, he also got into a dispute with the doctors over a series of issues related to medical technology and procedures. "Young Master Chris" even had his assistant demonstrate the correct procedures. But everyone in the hospital, from the director to the nurses, thought the France boy was mentally unstable. Of course, his money remained untouched by such problems.

In the following days, "Young Master Chris" visited several hospitals, donating money to them and promoting their so-called correct operating procedures.

"Honestly, these techniques have been promoted in the Lancet for a long time! How can you Britain be so uncultured!" The arrogant "Young Master Chris" actually said such impolite words to James, the director of "Mercy Hospital" and a director of the British Medical Guild.

James, of course, could not accept such an insult, so he retorted, "We have certainly seen the article in * the Lancet *, but we believe it has absolutely no scientific basis. Moreover, * the Lancet *'s veneration of the superstitions of a bunch of barbarians is a disgrace to the reputation of scientific journals."

So "Young Master Chris" and Dr. James began a discussion about the criteria for judging truth, and finally the two agreed on one thing, "That guy is an idiot."

A week later, "Young Master Chris" finally left Britain. And no sooner had she left than her Britain began to be serialized in the Science Truth Daily.

In the English edition of * Science Truth Daily *, Pauline used her pen name, Chris, which she had always used. From the very first entry, she wrote about her journey to London disguised as a man. In her first travelogue, she also expressed her sincere admiration for England's achievements in science and literature.

A France woman, dressed as a man, wrote a travelogue. Regardless of the content, the very act itself is enough to pique the interest of many. In the first chapter, she highly praised the contributions of the Britain to the progress of human civilization. This naturally further interested Britain readers. After all, people love to hear praise; in later times, media outlets in certain countries even frequently invited foreigners to praise them on variety shows, hoping to recapture a golden age of their own culture.

However, what followed displeased some Britain. First, there was the depiction of the vast wealth gap in Britain. Miss Chris meticulously portrayed the extravagant lifestyles of Britain rich and the astonishing poverty of the lower classes. She also dramatically depicted the two contrasting attitudes of the Britain police towards the rich and the poor, subtly implying that, as France people, they were incredibly proud.

This travelogue then sparked controversy. Some agreed with Miss Chris, saying that the Britain system was indeed somewhat unfair, with the people always seeming to suffer. Others argued that it was a vicious attack on England. While England did have a wealth gap, France had the same problem. Moreover, compared to the France, the Britain people had more freedom; they were free to make money and also free to go bankrupt.

"We are much freer than the France," these people said.