"I thought you were being hunted and had to take refuge with me." Joseph laughed, "But you're here just in time to join us for dinner."
He ushered Armand in and turned his head to call out to the maid who was busy in the other room: "Aunt Sophie, go get my friend a set of cutlery."
After saying that, he sat down, looked at Armand, and said, "What, did you get some kind of high-class invitation to go over there and give you a shout-out again?"
"I did get a special invitation - to perform at the Palais-Royal." Armand bragged with no small amount of glee.
"Ah, now you're really famous." Joseph laughed.
By this time, Sophie had brought up the cutlery.
"Aunt Sophie, please help bring out the bottle of brandy inside my cupboard, I'm going to have a drink with Armand to celebrate." Joseph said happily.
"Yeah." Sophie answered and turned to go.
"But Armand, I may not be able to go to this one of your performances," Joseph said with a look of regret. Now, the outbreak of the Revolution is just around the corner, and his physical education teacher teaches Joseph the history of his past life. Still, he also knows that in the period time after the Revolution, until his cheaper brother Napoleon ascended the political stage, the political situation in France was "chaotic before you sing and then I ascend the stage." the aristocrats and the royalists put on the street lamps. The crooked businessmen and traitors put on the street lamps tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, it is the turn of the rogue hoodlums and rascals ... All in all, in that period, the political changes were too intense and dangerous. Joseph feels it's best to maintain a distance from the political figures.
"No, no, no, Joseph, you're mistaken." Armand said, "The invitation I'm talking about is not an invitation to this show. I know you're busy, and it's not a premiere anymore, so I wasn't really prepared to invite that many more friends."
"And what is this invitation you speak of?" Joseph had a vague, not-so-good feeling.
"It's an invitation to a club." Armand said as he fished out the invitation from his side and handed it over.
Joseph took the letter and glanced first at the envelope, which read, "Dear Mr. Joseph Bonaparte." Signed in floral script "Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre".
Joseph didn't have time to figure out who it was for a moment, and Aunt Sophie had already brought the bottle of brandy over.
"Thank you, Aunt Sophie." Armand took the bottle and poured himself a glass, then half a glass for Joseph.
"Maximilian François Marie Isidore de Robespierre ... Robespierre!" Joseph finally read that last name at the end of that long list of names, and it scared him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Yeah, Representative Robespierre. The Incorruptible." Armand replied as he drank.
Joseph lowered his head, pulled the letterhead from the envelope, and looked at it while simultaneously using it to hide his horror.
"What, Joseph?" Noticing more or less that something was wrong with Joseph, Armand said, "If you're too busy with something, you can skip it. Anyway, it's just an invitation from a club, so what's the problem?"
'Who the hell wants to go if they can stay away!' Joseph thought. He knew Robespierre probably wouldn't be too upset if he didn't go because he was "busy with his research" then. But just because Robespierre isn't angry now, that doesn't mean Robespierre won't be angry in the future.
Now, Robespierre wasn't angry, and that's because he wasn't in a higher position than Joseph and couldn't do anything to Joseph. But in the future, when the rich cities are at his feet, and the mighty country is in his hands, and when, with a word, he can send to the guillotine all those who have offended him, will he be as forgiving when he thinks of it again? Joseph was not at all sure about this because that's the legendary Robespierre!
But the invitation was to the "Breton Club", not the "Jacobin Club". (Joseph was taught history by his gym teacher, so he didn't know that the "Breton Club" was the predecessor of the "Jacobin Club.") It shouldn't be too damning to join it. Besides, it's just that not everyone who's ever joined the Jacobin Club has been guillotined. But the chances of staying out of the guillotine are much slimmer if the "big devil" holds a grudge.
"There's always time to go and join in a bit." Joseph looked up and said, "Of course, I am, after all, different from the delegates, and it is unlikely that I will attend every one of their rallies."
"Of course, that's not a problem at all." Armand said, and by the look on his face, he didn't understand at all how much trouble he was causing Joseph.
"Well then, I'm very honored to receive this bit of an invitation." Joseph said.
"So let's have a toast?" Armand never misses a chance to drink with someone.
"Okay." Joseph put on a full smile and raised his glass ...
After sending Armand away, Joseph couldn't help but curse, "Fuck You!" This friend of his classmate was just too capable of causing trouble, and this has brought out the Great Demon King, which is really ...
But cursing won't solve the problem now. So Joseph could only calm himself for a while before thinking carefully about how he should respond.
...
Soon, it was time for the meeting agreed upon in the invitation, and Joseph changed his clothes, took a light carriage, and went out of Paris to the King's Tennis Court near Versailles. The site of the Assembly's meetings was here, and Société des amis de la Constitution now uses one of the halls in the King's Tennis Court as their venue.
Joseph dismounted from the carriage outside the King's Tennis Court gates and handed the invitation to the caretaker. In a few moments, he saw a neatly dressed young man approaching.
"Is this Mr. Bonaparte, please? I am Robespierre, a delegate of National Constituent Assembly." The young man extended his hand to Joseph.
"I'm glad to have your invitation." Joseph replied.
Robespierre then led Joseph into the King's Tennis Court, and as he walked, he introduced Joseph to the various buildings around him.
When the two men entered the lobby of the Société des Amis de la Constitution, it was already full of people. Robespierre occasionally talked to other people and introduced Joseph to those friends. His face was full of smiles, not at all seeing the "big devil" aura.
"Huh, Bonaparte, I didn't expect to see you here." Just as Joseph was following Robespierre as he talked to his friend, a voice came through.
Joseph turned his head and saw the Duke of Orleans striding over.
"Your Highness the Duke, I didn't expect you to be here?" Joseph said while bending down to salute.
"No need to be so polite, we're old friends." The Duke of Orleans patted him affectionately on the shoulder and said, "Why? It seems strange to see me in a Breton Club. Is it any wonder that I am also a pro-constitutionalist and a member of the Breton Club?"
Indeed, such great nobles as the Duke of Orleans and the Marquis de La Fayette were members of the Breton Club and, at one time, leaders of this club.
In fact, in the original history, the Breton Club, later the Jacobin Club, became a radical leftist organization, and that was not until the trial of Louis XVI. The Jacobin Club split because of the difference in attitudes towards the king. In the club's elections, Robespierre, a radical advocate of the death penalty for the king, was elected president. In contrast, a group of advocates for the preservation of the king left the club under the Marquis de La Fayette. Only after this did the Jacobin Club become a radical leftist organization. The Duke of Orléans, on the other hand, remained in the Jacobin Club, hoping to use the Jacobins' power to bring about Louis XVI's death so that he could become King of France. As it turned out, stealing a piece of meat was not a good idea, and instead, he got himself guillotined.
"Bonaparte, let me introduce you to a friend. He's actually wanted to meet you for a long time." Duke Orleans said.
Then he glanced to the right and left and then said to one of the servants who followed him, go that way and fetch Gilbert.
The servant then went over toward the left. Joseph followed him with his gaze and saw a tall, middle-aged man in a wig talking to someone there. The servant went over to the man, and he whispered something to him when he had finished talking. Then Joseph saw the man raise his head and look this way. He apparently noticed Joseph as well and smiled at him before striding over.
"Gilbert, let me introduce you to a friend." The Duke of Orleans said, "This is our brilliant scientist Bonaparte, well, the name is the same as mine, Joseph Bonaparte. The one who accurately measured the speed of light."
Then he turned to Joseph and introduced the tall, middle-aged man in front of him, "This is the Marquis de La Fayette, a hero of American independence."
This is someone that Joseph does know a little about, thanks to the fact that on a latter-day forum, he was asked what a person thought of Trump's statement that if there were no USA to look at, the French would all have to speak German. Someone then replied, "If it hadn't been for King Louis, who sold his head to aid the United States and sent a French army led by Lafayette, Washington would have been hanged by the English for treason - of course Trump still spoke English, it was just that his title would have to be changed from President to Viceroy." Then, some good people added Louis XVI to the "Founding Fathers of the United States" list.
After arriving in this era, Joseph knew even more because Lafayette was one of the few French generals to win a war against England and had high prestige in the army. He then saluted the Marquis de La Fayette, "It is an honor to meet you, Marquis."