Chapter 665 Camelia's Crisis (asking for monthly votes)

Chapter 666 Camelia’s Crisis (please vote for me)

"Annmarie, dear, what are you looking at?"

A soft voice suddenly appeared from behind Heriot, and she turned around suddenly in fright. She saw a charming girl wearing an emerald green lace dress, with high bun, and a pair of fox eyes. Smiling at yourself.

"Ah, Veronique, it's you." Heriot blinked his eyes subconsciously and forced himself to calm down, "You didn't hear anything, did you?"

"No." Veronique Legris smiled and shook her head, "What's wrong? Did I miss something?"

"No, no, no, no." Heriot breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't you go to the dinner party?" Miss Legris said, raising her eyes inadvertently and catching a glimpse of Camelia's back.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, then immediately changed her expression to a concerned expression, took Heriot's arm, and whispered:

"My dear, out of the responsibility of a friend, I have to remind you that it is best to avoid that woman as much as possible in the future."

Heriot immediately turned his head and said in disbelief:

"What are you talking about!"

Legris sighed:

"You have to face reality, my dear. Look at her charming face and graceful waist. No man can resist it, including, ahem... His Highness. And she also got Perna. Miss's protection. Alas, I know that woman may have treated you harshly, but you really can't afford to offend her..."

Nobles love to spread gossip, so almost everyone in the Palace of Versailles knew about the incident of snatching the true love charm from Notre Dame Cathedral.

Heriot looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with his hands on his hips, his face red, and his voice became sharp:

"Why? She is just a lowly Moravian! I am the noble Frank noble! She should be the one to avoid me! I am not afraid of her, let her come! Let's see who can fight who!"

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing! Don't be angry." Miss Legris seemed to be frightened, her eyes slightly lowered, and she said tremblingly, "She is indeed just a vulgar person in front of you. A country woman, but she can use her looks and skills to get you into trouble... just like...that time at Notre Dame..."

Heriot was already trembling slightly with excitement:

"This is Paris! The Palace of Versailles belongs to us! She is not allowed to run wild!"

Legris hurriedly pulled her arm and said worriedly:

"Don't do this. If you provoke her, you will only get hurt. I'm really worried about you!"

She glanced at Heriot's expression and continued to comfort her:

"Well, it would be great if she died. If you ask me, God had better punish her by falling into the water and drowning, and go to hell as soon as possible, otherwise you may not have an easy life in Versailles..."

"Shut up!" Heriot shouted regardless of etiquette, shook off his best friend's hand, picked up her skirt, and ran out of the cabin.

The sun was setting in the west, and the breeze from the Seine River blew across Herriot's face, but she felt like a knife was stabbing herself.

Just then, she heard a girl's voice coming from the stairs:

"Oh, Mr. Alding, I actually forgot the yogurt sauce! It is the soul of pigeon stewed with nuts. Please send the dish to the restaurant first, and I will go back to the warehouse to get the yogurt sauce."

Heriot was all too familiar with this voice.

It's that Austrian bitch!

Since the "Poroskafi" needs to use the hot water and high-temperature coal ash of the boiler, the kitchen is built separately on the side of the boiler room, and one has to pass through a section of deck to reach the warehouse in the aft cabin.

Immediately, Heriot saw the black and white dress appearing not far away.

She hurriedly dodged and hid behind the cockpit, and then stamped her feet in shame and anger:

"I-I'm not trying to avoid her!"

There was a sound of closing the door from the warehouse, and Camelia came over humming a song and holding a can of yogurt.

When she passed by Heriot's hiding place, what Legris had just said suddenly appeared in the latter's mind, "God had better punish her by falling into the water and drowning..."

Heriot felt suffocated, and his bloodshot eyes were so wide that they bulged out.

She quickly scanned the deck - the crew were busy slowing down the ship at the moment, and there was no one else here.

Without much thought, Heriot took off his shoes and quietly approached Camelia from behind. When the latter reached the entrance of the stairs, which was the position closest to the deck railing, she roared and slammed into it!

On the bow deck of the galley "Seven Birds", Sorel leaned on the railing with a melancholy expression and whispered to the barrel in front of her:

"Kind sir, can you please refund me the money you bet? There are a few poor people who are in urgent need of this..."

"Ah! How is this possible?" She ruffled her hair irritably, "It's been one day since the game started, how can the bet be refunded?

"But what are Mr. Hartkey and the others going to do...ah! It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Not long ago, she rescued a dozen poor people from a group of slave traders. In the past, she would just give them some travel expenses and let them go home.

However, most of the people trafficked this time were from the Far East, as well as five Indians from North America.

She first treated their illnesses, and then entrusted her friends to send them back for Nawa's ship tickets - if they were allowed to board the ship by themselves, they would probably be robbed or even sold again before they passed the Cape of Good Hope.

After that, she found out embarrassingly that she had no money to send the Creek tribesmen back to North America.

So, she took out three months' salary in advance - she had been working in the intelligence agency since the end of last year - and added her remaining savings to buy the "Seven Birds" to win the cargo ship race, a total of 400 francs. Because of the high stakes, she was qualified to board the ship to watch the competition.

If the "Seven Birds" won, she would get 880 francs.

But she never expected that the smoking ship that was ridiculed by people before the race would run so fast!

The captain of the "Seven Birds" changed the oarsman for the second time in Rouen, and the unexpected breeze on the Seine River made it difficult to see the back of the steamship again.

"Everyone, work harder! After Le Havre, everyone will get a bonus of 10 francs!"

The captain's hysterical roar reached her ears, and the "Seven Birds" rushed forward instantly.

But Sorel knew that the Seven Birds had almost no chance of winning, and all her money was wasted. Not to mention sending Mr. Hatki and his men back to North America, even the food money for the second half of the month became a problem...

A puff of white smoke came out of the water ahead. Sorel looked over there curiously, but she didn't know that it was the Boroskafi releasing steam.

When the white mist dissipated, she suddenly saw two figures flashing on the deck of the steamer, and then one of them fell into the Seine from the side.

Sorel subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at her waist, and in the last bit of sunset, she saw a pink women's wide-brimmed hat with feathers. The owner of the hat didn't pay any attention to the drowning person, but turned around and went into the cabin.

Sorel was shocked and ran to the captain's room, shouting:

"Mr. Ossian, someone fell into the water!"

The captain ran out with a group of people:

"Where?"

"Who fell into the water?"

Sorrel pointed to the "Poloskafi" in front of him and said anxiously:

"Over there! That's the ship!"