Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Chapter Ch133.2 - Blizzard

translator: xiin

editors: apricot & juurensha

Outside the Palace of Versailles.

The cold wind blew over like knives cutting against his face as soon as Wu Jin stepped out into the snow. In the distance, the Trianon Palace was a half hidden, gray, and indistinct outline.

Three days into the competition, Wu Jin’s eyesight had improved slightly, but it still couldn’t be compared with that of normal players. He squinted and tried to avoid looking directly at the snow to prevent snow blindness. The Red and White Roses’ footprints had been covered up by the snow storm, and there were only two tracks of shallow marks left. There was also a set of size 43 footprints in the distance, and if things were as he’d expected, they should belong to Thin Fire, who was moving to meet up with Ning Fengbei.

Wu Jin had good reason to speculate that, similar to Ning Fengbei, Thin Fire had invited the big boss to be his partner and was then forced to dance the female part of the dance. Finally, the big boss had walked off the dance floor, tearing up the alliance to become a lone ranger...

Wu Jin suddenly narrowed his eyes further.

There was a line of tracks in the distance.

It didn’t seem like footprints, but it did appear to be hoof prints from a certain type of animal––

A few more pieces of paper drifted over.

It was still the burning pieces of paper from the leaflets. Wu Jin was barely able to make out a few words in the snow, “The King turned against the aristocracy, and the Third Estate and Paris are seeking help from the righteous...”

“She is a demon from Austria. She leaked French military secrets to the Austrian army and should be punished for it. Seeking a righteous man... assassination... assassinate Marie Antoinette.”

Queen Marie?

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment. There wasn’t even a single ghost in the whole of the Palace of Versailles. How would they assassinate her? Where was the Queen?

The light reflecting off the snow dimmed. After walking on for another five or six minutes, the smell of burning came again, along with the next batch of leaflets, “The Queen is at the Little Trianon Palace... wearing that infamous necklace... once the assassination is successful, there will be a celebration in the marble courtyard...”

The disinformation and rumors in the leaflets were getting worse. It wasn’t so much guiding public opinion as releasing an assassination mission.

Wu Jin’s expression grew heavy. No matter where Queen Marie was, he had to tell Vera about it as soon as possible.

At this time, the shadow of the Little Trianon Palace could be seen. The path he’d taken meandered a little, but in the distance, it could be seen that someone had taken a shortcut. There were incomplete flyers floating throughout the blizzard, and the other side was likely to be a trainee who’d accepted a task––

However, it would take at least 20 minutes to get to the Little Trianon palace at this speed.

The Red and White Roses’ footprints in the snow had already disappeared. Vera and Ning Fengbei had long since arrived at the Little Trianon Palace, and they naturally wouldn’t know about the changes that had taken place in the fliers.

The hoof prints from the animal hadn’t yet been covered up by the wind and snow. Starting from the right, these hoof prints led all the way to the Little Trianon Palace and back to the Palace of Versailles.

The big boss.

There was only the big boss who hadn’t taken any heating equipment and had come back with a body full of wind and snow to appear in the Palace of Versailles. That was to say, the big boss had arrived back at the Palace of Versailles from this location within ten minutes, and it was impossible for him to achieve this with his own two feet––

Wu Jin suddenly turned around and headed to the right. Taking advantage of the time before night fell, he could smell the scent of animals over the cold air and wind that hissed by his ears.

Stables!

The Royal Stables of France. Wu Jin rushed towards the source of sound immediately. A chestnut colored mare was fully saddled, her tail swishing along the edge of the heated stall.

Half an hour ago, the big boss had clearly come over and then ridden a horse back. Wu Jin very much suspected that the big boss had ridden away with the stallion, leaving behind the mare with bright eyes––Wu Jin didn’t dwell on it and flipped himself up onto the horse’s back using what he remembered from the Crosson course.

The Crosson Show’s horses were well-trained, and the ride wasn’t bumpy except for the first few seconds. Wu Jin noticed a flash of light in the haystack just before the horse set off.

A sword. The handle of the sword was engraved with the letter ‘J’, and the pattern on it was familiar––

The horse galloped towards the Little Trianon Palace.

Inside the Little Trianon Palace.

Vera looked coldly at Ning Fengbei, and Ning Fengbei looked coldly at Vera.

A scepter inlaid with jewels was placed on the long table between the two of them, and a pinhole camera had been embedded in the center of the handle. It stopped just short of having the words ‘I am a task item’ written on the handle.

The Red Rose and White Rose both stood there in a deadlock.

Vera: “I was the one who found it first.”

Ning Fengbei: “Confiscated. I’m keeping it.”

Next to them, Thin Fire had a serious expression on his face as he analyzed, “In the Council Hall, there were three types of seats. What does that represent?!”

Vera and Ning Fengbei both: Not interested.

At this time, it was obvious that Thin Fire hadn’t yet figured out the rules for forming a team. Vera was Ning Fengbei’s teammate, which meant that she was also his teammate.

However, Thin Fire was clueless. He paid special attention to keeping a distance from Vera so as not to trigger the ‘illegal team formation’ warning. “Three levels of separation, three people... Oh, that’s not right, it’s the three classes in parliament! In the era of Louis XV, the clergy, the nobles, and the peasants each represented one class in parliament. The elders in parliament held scepters that represented the sanctity of the Parliament Bill!”

Thin Fire’s eyes brightened, “This scepter represents the power of France! As long as the three of us form a team, we’ll hold the power of the entire French ancient civilization. We won’t need to worry about the big things anymore!”

Ning Fengbei: “Are you certain?”

Thin Fire nodded.

Ning Fengbei: “Since that’s the case––” The Red Rose suddenly shot out a hand as quick as lightning and snatched up the scepter.

Vera’s eyes flashed as she reached out to hold the complex and gorgeously decorated top of the scepter. Unexpectedly, it was hollow, and she pulled off a series of linked jewels.

It seemed to be a necklace.

The camera in the handle of the wand flashed.

The plot had been triggered.

The entire Little Trianon Palace suddenly lit up like a jewel nested in the snow. The ghostly servants who’d disappeared for a long time now appeared in the palace and came forth to bow to Ning Fengbei, “Your Majesty the King.”

Ning Fengbei, Thin Fire: “......”

Vera smiled in satisfaction, “Louis XVI? Hey, congratulations.”

Congratulations on being sent to the guillotine in advance!

Ning Fengbei’s expression changed abruptly. She lifted up the scepter and was just about to smack Thin Fire with it, but then she considered whether or not she should eliminate Vera first.

The servants then hurried to greet Vera, who was holding the necklace.

“Your Majesty the Queen!”

Vera: “......”

Ning Fengbei laughed uproariously, “Mutual congratulations for the guillotine!”

Thin Fire cried out “Holy shit,” then muttered to himself, “I might as well ditch the team and go off on my own...”

The candles lit up in the hall, and through the corridors and side rooms. All the light led to where the Red and White Roses were. Vera was forced to wear the necklace, while Ning Fengbei held up the scepter hatefully. At this time, the entrance to the Palace suddenly opened up!

The chill wind swept in over the cold marble floor.

A black shadow held up a rifle and after seeing the necklace on Vera’s neck, the figure suddenly pulled down the safety lock on the gun, and the pitch black hole of the barrel was pointed straight at Vera––

There was a ‘bang’.

Gunfire could be heard from a distance, the sound traveling in from beyond the door and heading straight towards the shadow.

The shadowed figure rolled two or three times before attempting to hide behind a bunker.

Vera instantly pulled out her gun and finished off the attack, causing a silver life-saving capsule to pop out. Then, she shifted her gaze abruptly to look out the window.

The snow was like a sheet of silver, and the sound of a horse’s hooves came to a sudden stop.

Wu Jin was plastered over the horse’s back, and he shifted his head to look at Vera, whose eyes lit up like crystals beneath by the moonlight reflected off the snow.

The youth casually wiped off the gun against his black combat suit.

Then, he quickly grasped the blazing muzzle of the gun, his small round face very close to the white smoke coming out of the tip, both of his hands rubbing continuously over the metal, “It’s too cold. I’ll just warm up first.”

Juurensha: Ah the Rose Royal couple (who hates each other)

xiin: haha a Little Witch popsicle~