Chapter Ch134.2 - The Third Class

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Wu Jin’s pupils shrank.

More than one trainee had come.

In his field of vision, the horizon was vast, and there were at least 14 or 15 trainees coming together as a group. They maintained a distance between each other, but they were undoubtedly allies.

They were here to work together for the reward that came from assassinating Queen Marie.

In the corridor, Ning Fengbei soon met back up with the team. However, her expression was not good, “I lost Lan. As for these people…”

Over a dozen trainees. Even if the team’s terrain advantage was better, they still wouldn’t be able to retreat intact.

Ning Fengbai suddenly spoke up, “Wait a minute, they’ve stopped. They…” Ning Fengbei was surprised, “They want to negotiate?”

Wu Jin spoke in a low tone, “The King and Queen hold the supreme power over the Palace of Versailles.”

The King could redistribute supplies in the three estates.

Heating materials.

A young woman walked out happily from amidst the crowd.

Wu Jin recognized that it was Little Ran at a glance. Little Ran was Caesar’s teammate, and Caesar had ended the last round as an aristocratic squire, but his place in the ball hadn’t been high, meaning that he was unable to choose the equipment that signified aristocratic or clergyman status. From Little Ran’s gear, it seemed that she was also wearing the four hour model for commoners.

Nobody had any objection to Little Ran taking the lead.

Wu Jin murmured, “The most dominant identity isn’t the aristocracy, but the commoners.”

Vera: “What?”

Wu Jin explained, “Interests are related. Only when the commoners start the game can alliances form in the shortest time. The nobles and priests feel no survival pressure and would tend towards their own camps.”

Little Ran smiled broadly and spoke up, “Your Majesty the King!”

Ning Fengbei harrumphed.

Little Ran chattered, “…We just have one request. Move the parliament time ahead and divide the heating equipment amongst the three classes equally! … If you agree, we can all go back to the Palace of Versailles happily!”

“That’s very fair.” Thin Fire pondered, “It’s fine as long as we can guarantee our own heating. Who cares about what the other nobles and clergy are doing?! Other than Little Witch, who else came over to express any intentions for an alliance? The Palace of Versailles is so cold! Where are the nobles? Did they all freeze up into balls?!”

Ning Fengbei harrumphed again and didn’t agree or disagree. Little Ran could see that there was hope and happily showed her small canines, “Then, we won’t kill the Queen! It’s just…”

Wu Jin glanced at Little Ran, who stood there beneath the rafters of the Petit Trianon Palace.

The Hyacinth Show––or rather, the female contestants, mostly communicated in very structured fashions. It was like Ning Fengbei during parliament in the Louis XV era and the current Little Ran. They were extremely good at putting forward conditions that were ‘just right’, making it so that the other party couldn’t find any reason to refuse.

Ning Fengbei nodded reluctantly, “Go to Versailles.” This brave King lifted up his gun, her aura full of deterrence.

Wu Jin suddenly whispered, “15 people.”

Vera was at a loss, “What&#k2013;&#k2013;”

Wu Jin’s expression was very solemn, and he spoke very quickly, “There are only 15 people down there. No matter if it’s a 2 person group or a 4 person group, an alliance between players should have an even number of members. Where is the other person&#k2013;&#k2013;”

Little Ran chattered on and said, “It’s just… the three classes in the council each have one vote. The common people will vote one way, while the nobles and priests vote the other. We won’t win if it’s 2:1! So, we have another request!”

Wu Jin froze suddenly.

He flipped through the historical materials from the course in his mind.

1789, French Revolution. For the first time, a bill wanting the collective vote of each estate to be weighed equally was proposed, which was consistent with what Little Ran was saying. The nobles and priests voted against it together, and the common people were unable to shake the aristocratic rule, so they aimed their guns at the clergy. At that time, the Catholic Church was the largest holder of French territory, and the 130,000 priests added together had wealth that was comparable to the aristocracy.

Over a short period of one year, the commoner political groups in Paris began to crack down on the authority of the church, and the religious system was nearly abolished. Power was transferred from the church to the state and the common people. The clergy lost their right to vote, and the three class parliament was reduced to two––

The priests who had served as allies to the aristocracy fled in large numbers or were executed.

There was no such thing as a permanent ally, only a competition with those with vested interests.

If this was transferred back to the elimination match––

All the heating equipment would be divided between the nobles and civilians, and the priests would have nothing.

At this time, the Red and White Roses as well as Thin Fire were all aristocracy.

At the start of this round, Wu Jin had given the 9 hour heating equipment to Chu Chu and wore an orange 8 hour heating device himself.

It was practically like writing the words ‘Little Priest Witch’ on his forehead…

Little Ran continued to smile, “We want to form an alliance with Your Majesty.”

“I hope Your Majesty will agree that the first group of players to be cleared out of Versailles shouldn’t be us, and shouldn’t be Your Majesty, but rather the class of clergymen who have nothing to do with either of us.”

Vera and Ning Fengbei both looked subconsciously towards Wu Jin.

Wu Jin hadn’t yet opened his mouth, “I––” When there was suddenly a strong gust of wind from behind him.

The faint fragrance of jasmine reached the tip of his nose. Wu Jin’s hand that was clutching at the bayonet, paused for a second, and he abruptly changed his strike into an elbow attack.

“Little Witch!”

Wu Jin followed up with the blade, but the person behind him was like a ghost, and the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his neck.

It was the 16th person who hadn’t appeared with the group.

Lan.

The young woman’s crisp, cold voice came, “Don’t move.”

Vera instantly aimed the muzzle of her gun at Lan.

“Little Witch hesitated.” Thin Fire frowned and whispered.

––Half a kilometer away, in the snow.

The Chu Chu who was trudging through the snow also said, “Little Witch hesitated.” Then, she slapped her skirt and sighed, “What kind of gentlemanly behavior is this! Charge! Go up and beat her up!” She then continued to herself, “Oh, but Little Witch looks like he was well behaved from a young age and had a good upbringing. Only someone who hasn’t had much contact with girls would hesitate…”

She looked back to find that Wei Shi was expressionless.

God Wei’s gaze was locked on the place where Lan had her hands on Wu Jin.

The man suddenly clamped down on the horse’s back.

Chu Chu was flustered by the wind, “God Wei, slow, slow, slow down a little… I’m going to fall off ahhh… This horse is crazy, its eyes are so wild… Oh my god, I’m really going to fall ahhhh…”

On the terrace of the Petit Trianon Palace.

Wu Jin exhaled slowly and spread his hands, “I agree. If you can keep the Queen safe, then I can withdraw from the parliament vote.”

Lan laughed softly, “You can also choose to withdraw from the game.”

No matter which camp Wu Jin was in, he was still an unknown factor in the game.

Wu Jin’s expression was helpless. He gently raised up his bayonet and gun, and his gaze was calm as it swept over Vera, signaling that he was fine, “You’re misunderstanding––”

The youth suddenly turned to face Lan and flashed the blade.

Lan didn’t have enough time to pull the trigger, and Vera moved first––

Lan’s actions stopped abruptly, and she didn’t have any choice but to step away from threatening Wu Jin.

Wu Jin’s heart was beating quickly.

Those who wanted to win too much definitely wouldn’t be willing to trade their lives one for one.

He’d made the right bet.

There was an uproar in the Petit Trianon Palace, and Wu Jin quickly fled to hide in the corridor, his bayonet slicing through rope.

Ning Fengbei spoke flatly, “I thought you were here to talk business, but you came here to pillage and plunder…”

Under the cover of his allies, the mare neighed as Wu Jin rushed out from the back.

Wu Jin ducked suddenly, and two or three stray bullets flashed past his body. He clutched at the reins, not expecting this misty mare would actually be able to run so fast, happily spraying snow everywhere as she darted towards the snowy forest.

There was another horse there.

And there were people on the horse’s back.

Chu Chu couldn’t even breathe, “God Wei, stop torturing me… Can I ride with Little Witch? Please please please please? This horse is going to make me throw up…”

Wei Shi made a perfunctory sound of affirmation.

Chu Chu’s eyes were instantly bright, “You agree? Ah? How about we find a place to change horses. No, that’s not right, find a place for me to change to Little Witch’s––”

Wei Shi suddenly pulled on the reins. “Get off.”

“… Oh.” Chu Chu lifted up her skirts and dismounted obediently.

A red-tinged shadow flashed by, and Wu Jin’s eyes were wide and round when he saw Wei Shi.

Chu Chu hurriedly waved her hands. Little Witch’s small round face and the mare’s round, watery eyes were well-matched and extremely cute––

Wei Shi suddenly reached out a hand.

Wu Jin also reached out subconsciously, and at the moment when the two horses passed by each other, he heard the big boss say, “Jump.”

The palm was steady and powerful.

Wu Jin was suspended in the air, then pulled down onto the horse’s back by Wei Shi. A hot and strong arm held him steady.

Then, Wei Shi casually gestured for Chu Chu to get up on the mare that was prancing around, “Get on the horse yourself.”

Chu Chu: “……”

Wu Jin was dazed for a moment and then struggled to jump down.

According to the alliance rules, the teammate of a teammate was also his own teammate, and an alliance between the big boss and him wouldn’t trigger an illegal team formation warning, but––

Wei Shi: “What are you doing.”

Wu Jin quickly explained everything, “Brother Wei! I’ve got to slaughter my way back––”

Wei Shi: “Mm. Let’s slaughter our way back.”

Juurensha: French Revolution! Very complicated!

xiin: lol, poor Chu Chu~