Chapter XXIII Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the St. Petersburg Gazette of the Academy of Sciences
Peter, who had finished thinking and decided to lie down first, lifted the curtain of the car and looked outside.
Perhaps due to the cold weather, there were very few people walking on the street. Peter was about to lower the car curtain when he suddenly looked somewhere.
That is a somewhat special little girl.
The reason why she is special is because she is stronger than the girls in her previous life, but she is much slimmer than the native Russians.
Seemingly seeing that no one was paying attention to her, this girl secretly stuck out her tongue to lick the ice cream, and then...
Then she stuck.
After looking around, he saw that the people passing by were far away, so Peter took out the hot water bottle he carried with him, asked Mirkovsky to stop the car, and asked him to help the little girl.
This little girl looks to be eleven or twelve years old. She doesn't know where her family members are, and she doesn't know where to look.
She was obviously a little anxious now that her tongue was stuck, but she didn't dare to use any force, as if she was about to cry.
At this moment, Mirkovsky walked over, tested the temperature of the water, poured it on the little girl's tongue, and then pointed to the carriage. The little girl happened to catch Peter's eye.
Peter was slightly taken aback, inexplicably feeling that the big face looked familiar, but thinking about it, he had never seen this little girl before since time travel.
Shaking his head and not thinking more, he lowered the curtain and sat in the carriage with peace of mind. But then he heard Mirkovsky's shout, which was short, followed by the sound of running quickly, and the guards outside the car.
The sound of them drawing their swords.
Then there was a sudden bump, and the carriage shook, as if a dragoon had jumped up.
Then the car curtain opened, and the little girl who had just been rescued jumped in and came face to face with Peter. Behind the little girl, Mirkovsky looked shocked and angry. He was about to pull the little girl out, but Peter waved his hand.
Now that he was so close, he could see more clearly that the clothes on the little girl were not ordinary silk fabrics. Compared with the clothes of Russians and even the clothes of nobles, they seemed to be more delicate.
More importantly, she was unarmed.
Peter was very curious about what the girl who rushed up wanted to do. At the age of eleven or twelve, he was not afraid of strangers. It was amazing that he had such courage.
The little girl looked Peter up and down and said with a haughty look:
"Tell me where you live. You saved a noble lady and I will give you a reward!"
As he spoke, he seemed to look down on Peter's thin body and shook his head repeatedly.
Peter smiled and had to say that although the little girl was small, she was developing well. More importantly, she spoke half-baked Russian.
A foreigner?
Peter said calmly:
"Deputy Editor-in-Chief of the St. Petersburg Gazette of the Academy of Sciences."
He wanted to see what reward this little girl could give him. After all, he was indeed a bit poor now, and then he kicked the little girl out of the car.
All the guards who had changed their appearance and acted as low-key guards could not help but heave a sigh of relief. Some sheathed their swords, and others put away their firecrackers. Before leaving, they did not forget to give the little girl a fierce look.
But the little girl was not afraid and stared at them one by one. When the carriage was far away, she snorted and turned to leave. Then she saw some tall guards in foreign clothes charging towards her a hundred meters behind her.
Come, and the leader is a plump woman with heavy makeup, holding a folding fan even in the winter.
The girl hesitated for a moment and then stopped. The woman holding the folding fan walked up to her angrily, barely able to suppress the anger in her heart, she shouted in a low voice:
"Adelaide, this is not the Britain you want to conquer with cakes and 14 gold coins. Be honest with me. If you hurt me, I want you to look good!"
Adelaide curled her lips and mumbled something, not knowing what she said. When she saw the woman glaring at her, she couldn't help but turn around and said:
"knew!"
Then she looked at the route of the carriage again, but she couldn't see any shadow.
But Adelaide is a little excited. If she wants to conquer Britain, she lacks a knight. The guy just now is good. Seeing that he helped her, she doesn't care about his thin body. The noble lady will give him
An opportunity for him to serve France.
At this time, Peter sat firmly in the carriage again, leaving the little girl behind, and said to Mirkovsky:
"After going to the Academy of Sciences, go to the printing factory, museum, and theater."
Mirkovsky was stunned for a moment, a little confused:
"Your Highness, after going to so many places, it will get dark soon."
Peter said:
"It's okay, I just went in to take a look. I'll be out soon."
Mirkovsky stopped talking and turned the worries in his heart into the strength of his whip, and the carriage moved faster.
Peter was thinking that the opportunity for the last experiment was blocked by Ivanovich's half-bald man. He also wanted to know whether he would get attribute points by inspecting these places.
After all, Peter originally had a withdrawn personality and was indifferent to many things, but the system told him that as long as he changed this personality, he would be rewarded with attribute points.
After about ten minutes, the carriage stopped for a moment, Peter opened the curtain and saw Mirkovsky showing the palace token.
This was a somewhat grand gate. Although the structure was rough, it looked grand. Then the gatekeeper returned the token tremblingly, bowed deeply to Peter, and let him go without even looking at it.
After about five minutes, the carriage stopped and Mirkovsky's voice sounded:
"Your Highness, the news has arrived."
Peter nodded and got out of the car. Although the newspaper has been called the St. Petersburg News for more than ten years, many people still call it the St. Petersburg News simply to save trouble.
This was a three-story small red building. Under the stars of the guards, Peter walked in.
Mirkovsky had never been to this place before, but after Peter mentioned it last time, he later inquired about it, so he knew that the higher the floor, the higher the status of the people inside.
There were five or six rooms on the third floor, and several of the doors were closed. Mirkovsky took Peter directly to the door where the editor-in-chief was written, and then opened the door.
Forehead……
The people inside didn't seem to expect that anyone would dare to be so bold. The two worms were rolling around. Mirkovsky's face turned cold. Peter glanced at it and said with a chuckle:
"Editor-in-Chief?"
"Who are you?!"
This is a fat, round middle-aged man. The fat on his belly is enough to prevent him from seeing the ground when he lowers his head. He is about 1.65 meters tall. Compared with Ivanovic, this man has already reached a stronger height.
Realm, the top of the head is smooth, only the stubborn brown hair is left on the sides.
He hurriedly put on his pants with great difficulty, and the fat on his belly trembled like a mountain of meat.
And the naked middle-aged woman was also getting dressed in a hurry.
Peter just watched this process with cold eyes and was very happy in his heart. Judging from the room, no one would dare to do such a thing in the editor-in-chief's office. This person must be the editor-in-chief.
Very good. Seeing him as the crown prince, this person should be more compliant.