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1.81% Reincarnated as Napoleon / Chapter 6: The Journey to Paris

Capítulo 6: The Journey to Paris

Napoleon lay on the bed, feeling nauseous and dizzy. The sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship made him feel even more queasy.

He tried to distract himself by calculating the estimated time of arrival at the port of Toulon. The distance between Corsica and Toulon is approximately 323 kilometers. Assuming good weather and wind conditions, the brigantine speed will be 9 knots. Given those two values, it will take the ship 19 hours and 40 minutes to arrive at Toulon.

That means 19 hours of more suffering. Napoleon sighed and closed his eyes, feeling helpless. He had never felt so sick in his life, and the thought of spending another 19 hours on the ship was daunting. He knew he had to find a way to cope with his seasickness, or else the rest of the journey would be unbearable.

He contemplated, wondering how to cope with seasickness. And in an instant, a thought formulated inside his mind. The effect of his one ability granted by the Goddess of Fate.

"To cope with seasickness, one must stay hydrated to replace the fluid loss from sweating and vomiting…" Napoleon read out his thoughts. "So I just need water huh?"

Napoleon sat up and reached for the water pitcher on the small table beside his bed. He poured himself a glass of water and slowly sipped it, trying to calm his stomach. Aside from water, his mind also suggested that ginger could also help with seasickness, and he wondered if the ship's kitchen had any ginger tea.

Feeling a little better, Napoleon got up from the bed and decided to explore the ship. He walked up to the deck, taking small steps to avoid feeling dizzy. The sea breeze helped him feel a little more refreshed, and he saw the crew going about their duties, unfazed by the rocking motion of the ship.

As he wandered around, he spotted the ship's kitchen and decided to go in and ask if they had any ginger tea. Fortunately, they had and gave him a cup.

Napoleon held the cup of warm ginger tea and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of the ginger. He took a sip and felt the warmth spread through his body. The taste was strong and spicy, but it was also soothing to his stomach.

Ginger is a natural remedy for nausea and vomiting, and it has been used for centuries to treat various digestive problems, including motion sickness. Ginger contains compounds called gingerols and shogaols, which have anti-inflammatory and antiemetic properties. These compounds help to reduce inflammation in the stomach and prevent nausea and vomiting.

Thanks to that tea, Napoleon was feeling a bit better and was able to enjoy the whole trip.

Nineteen hours later, the ship arrived in the morning. The sight of Toulon Port came into view and Napoleon felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had made it through the journey without any more bouts of seasickness. He took a deep breath of fresh air and looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port.

As the ship docked, Napoleon grabbed his belongings and made his way off the ship, thanking the crew for their hospitality. He was grateful for their assistance during the journey and for providing him with ginger tea, which had helped him overcome his seasickness.

Napoleon's journey was not over yet. He had to find a way to reach his final destination, which was Paris.

Since there are no steam locomotives in this era, Napoleon would have to take the old-fashioned but classier, horse-drawn carriages.

Luckily, there were horse-drawn carriages parked near the port, ready to take passengers to various destinations. Napoleon approached one of the carriage drivers.

"Good morning sir, how much to get to Paris?" Napoleon asked, his Corsican accent made the French coachman pause for a moment before responding.

"Paris? That's quite a journey. It will cost you 150 livre for a one-way trip, and it will take approximately three days to arrive, depending on the weather and road conditions," the coachman replied.

"150 livres," Napoleon repeated, his face frowning at the price of the trip. His father gave him 500 livres as an allowance for two months and the cost of transportation took 30 percent of that. He knew he would have to budget carefully during his stay in Paris.

"Alright, I'll take it. When does the carriage leave?" Napoleon asked, reaching for his wallet.

"The carriage leaves in an hour. Please make sure you have your belongings ready by then," the coachman replied, collecting the payment.

"Can I sit and wait inside?" Napoleon asked.

"Of course," the coachman opened the door of the carriage and gestured for Napoleon to get in.

Napoleon stepped inside and sat on the cushioned seat, taking in the sight of the carriage's interior. The walls were decorated with intricate patterns and the seats were upholstered with a plush velvet. It was clear that he boarded an expensive type of carriage.

He waited inside for thirty minutes, passing the time by opening his user interface while reading books.

Thirty minutes had passed and three other passengers boarded the carriage. With that settled, the carriage began its journey to Paris.

The first day of the journey was uneventful, and Napoleon spent most of the time gazing out the window, watching the French countryside pass by. He saw fields of wheat and sunflowers, picturesque villages, and small streams. The carriage ride was bumpy, but Napoleon found it comforting, almost like a lullaby.

As the sun began to set, the carriage stopped at a small village, and the coachman informed Napoleon that they would be staying overnight. Napoleon was relieved to stretch his legs and get some rest. The coachman took him to an inn, and Napoleon settled into his room for the night.

The next morning, Napoleon and the three passengers woke up early and resumed their journey.

The second day of the journey was more eventful than the first. The carriage encountered some rough roads, causing Napoleon to bounce around in his seat. The other passengers were also visibly uncomfortable, but none of them complained. Instead, they chatted amongst themselves, exchanging stories and jokes.

Napoleon listened to their conversation, trying to pick up on their French accents and improve his language skills.

The third day was a pleasant journey for Napoleon and the passengers, and the scenery is starting to change, from flat fields to the palaces and chateaux that surrounded the outskirts of Paris.

"We are arriving in Paris," the coachman announced from the front seat of the carriage, interrupting Napoleon's thoughts. Napoleon sat up, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he gazed out the window at the grand city before him.

The carriage entered the city through one of its famous gates, Porte Saint-Denis. The streets were filled with carriages, carts, and pedestrians hurrying about their daily business. Napoleon's eyes darted around, taking in the sights and sounds of the city.

As they made their way deeper into the city, the buildings grew taller and more ornate, and Napoleon felt a sense of awe at the grandeur of it all.

In his previous life, Adrian didn't experience traveling abroad as it is expensive. But now, he just arrived in one of the most popular cities in Europe, albeit 200 years behind.

"Paris…this is where I will make my mark…"


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Capítulo 7: Heading to Brienne-le-Château

The coachman announced their arrival, "This is our stop," as he skillfully brought the carriage to a halt. With a chivalrous gesture, he stepped down from his seat and opened the door for the passengers to disembark.

Napoleon and his fellow travelers stepped out of the carriage onto the cobblestone streets of Paris.

"Thank you, sir," Napoleon acknowledged the coachman's assistance with a respectful nod of his head. As he took in the sights around him, he couldn't help but notice the absence of the iconic Eiffel Tower that would later come to define the city. However, the ornate chateaus and other historic buildings that surrounded him were no less impressive.

Despite the limitations of the era, Paris still emanated an air of sophistication and elegance that left Napoleon in awe. As he breathed in the fresh Parisian air, he couldn't help but feel excited for the adventures that lay ahead.

He pulled out his notebook and checked his notes. "Okay, first off, I need to get to this school. Brienne-le-Château…I don't know if I'm pronouncing this right. Damn, why does French have to be so complicated?"

Brienne-le-Château is the military school that he is going to attend in the capital. According to his father, the Brienne-le-Château was a military school for boys established in the late 17th century by King Louis XIV. It was a prestigious school but not an elite one. This school was also said to primarily catered to the sons of minor nobility and the bourgeoisie, and admission was based on merit and talent rather than social status or wealth. However, the curriculum was rigorous and aimed at producing skilled military officers, so the students who attended Brienne-le-Château were generally highly educated and well-trained.

"This is interesting," Napoleon muttered under his breath. "Now, where do I find this school? Is it walking distance or do I have to hail another carriage?"

As he was talking to himself, a horse-drawn carriage passed by.

"Hey, kid! Are you heading somewhere specific? I can take you there," the driver called out to Napoleon from his carriage.

Napoleon hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to trust a stranger, but ultimately decided he needed to get to the school quickly and couldn't waste any time. He made his way over to the carriage and climbed in, taking a seat next to the driver.

"Brienne-le-Château, please," Napoleon said, hoping that the driver knew where the military school was located.

"Ah, that place. That would be twelve sous," the coachman replied, holding out his hand for payment.

Napoleon fished around in his pockets and handed twelve sous to the coachman. As he just handed his fare, he asked.

"Is Brienne-le-Château near here?"

The coachman nodded and flicked his reins, urging the horses into motion. "It's a bit of a ride, but we'll get you there in no time," he replied, the sound of hooves clopping against the cobblestones echoing through the streets.

As they made their way through the city, Napoleon marveled at the sights around him. He saw the towering spires of Notre Dame Cathedral in the distance, and the bustling markets of the Latin Quarter filled with merchants hawking their wares. The coachman deftly navigated through the crowded streets, expertly dodging pedestrians and other carriages.

"So primitive," Napoleon observed. Well, what can he expect in the era when the industrial revolution is in its infancy. Good thing, in the near future, he would be the center of development once he started introducing modern technology in this era.

After all, why does the Goddess of Fate bless him with encyclopedic knowledge in all things scientific if not to use?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the coachman slowed the horses to a stop in front of a large, ornate building. "Here we are, Brienne-le-Château," he announced, gesturing towards the entrance.

Napoleon hopped out of the carriage and looked up at the imposing building that stood before him. The Brienne-le-Château was a grand structure that exuded a sense of authority and discipline. It had a classic French architectural style, with tall windows that let in the natural light and ornate carvings that adorned the walls. The façade was made of beige stone, and the roof was adorned with chimneys and dormers that gave the building a regal appearance.

As he walked closer to the entrance, Napoleon could see that the doors were made of solid wood and were intricately carved with intricate designs. Above the doors was a stone arch that featured a coat of arms, which Napoleon assumed belonged to the school or the monarchy. He noticed the French flag, fluttering in the breeze on top of the building.

"So this is where I will spend my six years huh?" Napoleon muttered.

He cleared his throat and straightened his jacket, and entered the chateau. Inside, he was greeted by a bustling foyer filled with students and staff members. The walls were lined with paintings and tapestries that depicted historical events and figures, and the floors were made of polished marble that gleamed under the warm glow of the chandeliers.

Napoleon approached the reception desk, where a stern-looking woman in a black dress was busy writing in a ledger. She looked up as he approached, her expression softening slightly when she saw his face.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" She asked in a polite but formal tone.

"Ah, yes. I am Napoleon, I am here to take the entrance examination," Napoleon replied, trying his best to sound confident and composed.

"Of course, monsieur. May I see your papers, please?" the woman asked, holding out her hand expectantly.

Napoleon fished around in his bag and handed her the necessary documents. She perused them quickly before nodding in approval.

"Very well, monsieur Napoleon. Please follow me, I will show you to the examination room," the woman said, leading Napoleon down a hallway lined with classrooms and lecture halls.

As they made their way to the classroom, Napoleon couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. This feeling is akin to him taking the entrance examination at the University of the Philippines, the one that he aced easily. But this one is different, not only he was in another world in a country similar to France, but in another time period.

Finally, they arrived at a small room at the end of the hallway. The woman opened the door and gestured for Napoleon to enter.

"Good luck, monsieur. The examiner will be with you shortly," she said before closing the door behind him.

Napoleon breathed deeply. "Okay, here we go."


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