Later, the Duke of Choiseul believed that the Paris Military Academy must simulate a military camp environment of collective living, so he forced all trainees to live in apartments and dormitories.

At the same time, this is also to reduce the financial burden on civilian students who come to Paris from local areas to study.

Each student can be assigned an independent room. The area is not large, only about ten square meters, but it is very clean. The facilities such as tables, chairs, cabinets and cabinets are also available, which is enough to cope with daily life.

As for washrooms and toilets, they have to be shared with others.

Although Duke Charles complained a lot about this, when he saw that even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't say anything, he silently kept his mouth shut.

After a short rest, the three of them gathered in Lawrence's room.

"Okay, the room is pretty good."

Although the environment here is naturally very different from that of the Tuileries Palace, it seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can still barely overcome it:

"Before, I was worried about sharing a bed with others."

Duke Charlie couldn't help but rolled his eyes again, feeling that he was on the verge of collapse:

"What a ghost! The pits in the public restroom are almost touching each other. I don't want to be butt-to-butt with anyone! Even the bathroom is shared!"

When he thought about his noble ass being stuck with other people, Duke Charlie suddenly felt that he was suffering from severe constipation.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Lawrence saw this, he had no choice but to smooth things over and said:

"This is at least a much better environment than the military camp. Your Majesty, it's not easy to take a hot bath during the march."

As a leader who has won several battles, Lawrence has a strong say on this issue.

"Just call him Charlie, Lawrence...oh no, Charles." Prince Louis reminded cautiously.

"Forget it, whatever you say... huh?"

Duke Charlie sat down on Lawrence's bed, and was about to lie down and collapse for a while, when he heard a loud noise coming from the corridor outside:

"What are you doing outside? It's so noisy. The soundproofing of this room is also a mess."

Lawrence also instantly noticed the movement outside. It seemed that someone was pushing and scolding, and he could also hear the sound of heavy hitting on the ground, so he stood up and greeted:

"Let's go, Ludwig, Charlie, let's go out and take a look."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed very satisfied with his new name and immediately stood up and followed Lawrence. Although Duke Charles was very reluctant, he sat up from the bed obediently and sighed deeply.

...

More than twenty people have gathered in the corridor to watch. Judging from their different styles of clothes, they are all new students who have just entered the school like Lawrence and others.

In the center of the crowd were a domineering aristocratic young man, and a civilian student who was pushed to the ground and did not dare to get up. Luggage and belongings were scattered around him.

The aristocratic young man glanced disdainfully at the civilian students who dared to be angry but dared not speak, and said with a cruel smile:

"Pack your things and get out of my sight immediately, bitch, this room belongs to me."

The humiliated civilian student did not dare to say anything. He could only grit his teeth and bend down on the ground to collect the things scattered on the ground. He was extremely unwilling but helpless.

Crown Prince Louis among the crowd of onlookers frowned, looked at the poor commoner worriedly, and asked in a low voice:

"What are you doing? Taking a room? But doesn't everyone have their own room?"

At this time, a young student next to Lawrence seemed to have heard the crown prince's question and took the initiative to come closer.

He is very tall, but has a slim build. He is wearing a simple thickened cotton dress. His eyes are dark, bright and full of energy. He seems to have great vitality and wisdom contained in them. He does not feel like a military cadet, but more like a military cadet.

A gentle philosopher.

Seeing that the three Lawrences were all dressed like poor people, the student calmly answered in a low voice:

"We are just fighting for a room, sir. This small birdcage-like room can't even accommodate the luggage of those noble young men. You know, each of their luggage can be pulled by a carriage, so many people will

Go grab other students’ apartments and use them as utility rooms.”

"This...then where will this student live?" Prince Louis frowned even more tightly and pointed at the student on the ground with his chin.

"Who knows, maybe he went to work as a follower, that is, a lackey, for the noble young masters, so that he could be given a utility room to live in." The young student replied with a sigh:

"The nobles in the school all need one or two attendants. After all, many noble young masters may not even be able to wear clothes without attendants."

Prince Louis touched his nose. At least he knew how to dress himself.

Duke Charlie also grinned and joked nonchalantly: "That makes sense, I'm going to grab a few rooms and collect a few followers."

After being glared at by Crown Prince Louis, Duke Charles spread his hands and said, "Okay, just a joke."

Prince Louis turned his attention back to the poor man and asked sympathetically:

"Then he can only watch himself being kicked out? Aren't we all classmates in the same school?"

The young student nodded heavily. He knew very well that even in the Paris Military Academy, it was almost impossible for civilians to resist the nobles:

"Sir, even though we will all wear the same military uniform tomorrow, it is impossible for that suit of clothing to make up for the class gap between us and them, and that suit of military uniform cannot conceal their aristocratic bloodline. Is it possible for a nobleman to wear commoner clothes?

Aren’t you a noble?”

Duke Charlie looked at the linen clothes on his body and nodded in agreement: "You are absolutely right."

Lawrence looked at this young student with some surprise. He didn't expect that he was also a new student and he already knew the situation of the Paris Military Academy so thoroughly:

"It's very interesting, sir. I can't tell you are a new student at all."

The student who was praised scratched his head in embarrassment, took out a notebook filled with dense text from his pocket, and explained in a low voice:

"This is a habit of mine. Before entering a new environment, I usually collect all necessary information in advance. Not only the situation of the school, but also important students of the same period as us have been investigated, such as this

Noble, I know that his father is Count Isaac, the chief executive of a town below Paris, so he dares to be so arrogant."

Looking at this portable notebook, which was a finger thick, Lawrence became even more interested in the thoughtful young student, and couldn't help but reach out and ask:

"Surprisingly, I am Charles Bornaba, nineteen years old, from Marseille, my father is a lawyer, you are...?"

The young student quickly held Lawrence's hand and introduced himself enthusiastically:

"Louis-Alexandre Berthier, seventeen years old, from Versailles, his mother was a maid serving the royal family, his father was a lieutenant colonel in the Île-de-France military region, he was a surveying engineer... I joined the army when I was thirteen

Yes, this time I got the opportunity to come to the Paris Military Academy for further study."

Hearing this name, Lawrence couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

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Berthier Napoleon's chief of staff Berthier

"You can't be wrong. He is seventeen years old and comes from a family of surveying and mapping engineers. He joined the surveying and mapping army at the age of thirteen. There is no doubt that this is the Imperial Marshal and Napoleon's Chief of Staff, Louis Alexandre Berthier."

Looking at the young man in front of him, he thought that he was the second Imperial Marshal he had met after Major Serulier. Even someone as steady as Lawrence could not help but get excited at this moment.
Chapter completed!