293: 286 Guarantees 293: 286 Guarantees After the marriage proposal was successfully completed, Anning and Christina hugged for a while longer, then Christina pushed him away and said, “Okay, I have to go greet the guests now.”
Anning replied, “Alright, let’s announce this news at the ball tonight.
We must start preparing for the wedding too.”
Speaking of which, Anning suddenly beca nervous.
It was his first marriage in two lives, and he couldn’t treat it casually.
Christina asked, “Do you actually have specific requirents for the wedding?”
Anning arched an eyebrow.
In his forr life, he always thought the most romantic wedding was one ntioned in a text, “The Wedding on the Execution Ground”.
He found that absolutely romantic!
But ntioning that might seem a bit inauspicious, especially in the current environnt.
Paris executes fifty people every day now.
That’s almost half of the people dying from gunfire in the entire United States in one day!
It was simply horrifying.
After Christina left, Vanni entered.
“You should change into your outfit too,” Vanni said.
Anning bewildered, “Huh?
Wouldn’t just wearing my military uniform suffice?
That is the formal attire for a soldier!”
Vanni countered, “That was back when you were an erging poor soldier.
Now, you are France’s Savior, a one-of-a-kind military genius.
How can you wear an ordinary military uniform to the ball?
“The best tailor in Paris City has personally crafted a set of military attire for you and has been looking for an opportunity to present it to you.
Upon hearing about your ball, he imdiately sent it over.”
Anning conceded, “I see.”
Here’s a fun fact: at this ti, military outfits didn’t have as rigid regulations as in later tis.
Nobles’ military officers’ uniforms were actually tailored to their individual styles.
As long as it had the general characteristics of a uniform, it would be considered military attire in this era.
Thus, the uniforms of the nobility often included all sorts of extravagant details: gold threads, various embroideries—you na it.
Anning acquiesced, “Alright then, I’ll go change.”
Vanni clapped her hands, and then a servant appeared, carrying a hanger with Anning’s new military attire on it.
A middle-aged man with an impressive aura followed the servant.
The aura around the middle-aged man reminded Anning of the Kingsman from the movie “Kingsman”—yes, the character played by Colin Firth.
For a mont, Anning half expected the middle-aged man to turn around, close the door with a bolt, and then school him on the principle that “without etiquette, one cannot stand”.
Luckily, the man wasn’t wearing a suit; his gear wasn’t complete.
The middle-aged man saluted Anning, “General, I am honored to serve you.
This military outfit was crafted with all my heart and I believe it should befit your supre glory.”
Anning rubbed his eyes and then said, “You should have brought a lamp; I can’t see what the uniform looks like at all.”
Before Anning’s words had finished echoing, Vanni had already picked up a hurricane lantern and even pulled up the wick to make the fla burn brighter.
At this point, Anning no longer felt like asking where Vanni pulled props from.
If one asked, it was the magic of a maid’s physique.
Anning carefully examined the new military outfit in the light and then comnted, “If I wear this, I’ll turn into a peacock in mating season.”
The tailor got startled, “You don’t like it?”
Vanni intervened, “His Excellency ans that by wearing this military outfit, he will beco the dream lover of all the young ladies.”
Anning protested, “Don’t misconstrue my aning.”
Vanni replied, “I just didn’t want to scare Mr.
Tailor.”
Anning only now noticed the tailor beginning to sweat, clearly overwheld, and the previous suave Kingsman deanor was gone.
Alright, I underestimated the situation.
After all, everyone outside was saying that those who offended Andy Frost were sent directly to the guillotine.
Even Bertier initially thought he’d be sent to the guillotine after making a mistake.
Anning: “Don’t be afraid.
Although my friend Robespierre is now the Chairman of the Savior Committee and sends dozens of people to the guillotine every day, I don’t have the hobby of sending people there myself.
“Robespierre actually doesn’t either, he’s just punishing the enemies of France.
You might not know that before the Revolution, Robespierre was a lawyer who advocated for the abolition of the death penalty.”
That was true.
The tailor was even more scared.
“If you don’t like it, I can alter it right away…”
“No, I really like it, very much,” Anning could only helplessly accept this lavish army uniform, “Vanni, co help put this on.”
As she spoke, Anning took off her army jacket and handed it to a servant who appeared out of nowhere, and then, with Vanni’s help, put on the new uniform.
The uniform emitted a pleasant lavender scent; it had clearly been well “cured.”
Two servants brought over a dressing mirror, allowing Anning to look at herself in the mirror, dressed in the splendid new uniform.
Unexpectedly, it wasn’t too bad.
At this mont, a maid ca to the balcony: “General, Miss Christina has asked to inform you that you may have so food in the small hall next to the main hall.”
Because balls in this era were both slly and long, and since dancing was physically demanding, the dignitaries would eat sothing beforehand to avoid running out of energy mid-dance.
Of course, what to eat was important, so as to prevent the esteed guests from passing gas at the ball, or having to leave to use the restroom.
After all, in this era, both n’s and won’s formal wear were quite complex, and taking off the outfits to use the restroom was quite troubleso.
Anning: “I’ll go right away.”
Then Anning said to the tailor: “Thank you for the uniform, if it’s convenient for you, you’re welco to attend tonight’s ball.”
Tailor: “No, no, I am a servant, how can I attend your ball?”
Anning: “It’s the Republic now, all are equal, anyone can attend my ball.”
The tailor still shook his head repeatedly: “No, no, I’m already satisfied just to see you wearing the clothes I made.
By the way, could I ask for a receipt?”
Anning nodded, about to instruct Vanni, when he suddenly realized sothing.
Then he looked at the tailor again.
In Paris, because of the imnse prestige of Andy Frost, anything he wrote could possibly beco a Death Exemption Token.
There were already people who had managed to escape doom by possessing a letter handwritten by Anning.
Although it was no longer the Jury who decided life or death, many people were still looking for these Death Exemption Tokens, especially since Robespierre, the Chairman of the Savior Committee, was a close friend of Frost.
The tailor probably wanted such a “Guarantees” too.
Anning suddenly felt a touch of sadness, but considering the tailor had made such a beautiful uniform, he told Vanni: “Bring paper and pen.”
The paper and pen, along with a table, were quickly brought over.
Anning stood at the table and wrote elegantly on a note: “Thank you for the military uniform you personally made, I have indeed received it and really like it.”
He then handed the note to the tailor: “Take this as thanks for your service to the Republic.”
The tailor, tears of gratitude in his eyes, accepted the note with both hands, his face beaming with joy.
Anning turned and left the balcony.
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