Baudelaire hoped that Garion would follow him back to Paris, believing that France was where he would ultimately belong, and where he would be protected by the royal family. However, Hugo, who regarded himself as a son-in-law-to-be, put forward a completely different view, as a writer sympathetic to the revolution, no matter how subtle he disguised it, he would eventually be discovered by the government, and it would not be the royal greeting that awaited him at that time.

So Garion offered to stay in London for a while longer, and wait until everything calmed down before going back. However, Baudelaire stressed that there were other people besides them who were searching for Garion's whereabouts, and that it was not safe for him to stay in London.

Garion was surprised, "Anyone else is looking for me?" ”

After receiving the news from Baudelaire, he felt more and more that it was most likely Sir Fred who was looking for his whereabouts, and that he was the only one who had a deep vendetta against himself in the whole of Paris.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"You can't hide, since you can find me, then it's only a matter of time before he finds me, so it's best to strike first and get rid of the other party before the situation becomes bad."

"First strike?"

Baudelaire was just a man of letters and had never been involved in intrigue plots, so he didn't know much about Garion's proposals.

"It means to go out today and tell them that I will attend a dinner hosted by the royal family. If the other party really wants to assassinate me, then he will definitely seize this opportunity, and when the time comes, we can just catch the perpetrator, and everything will be clear. ”

From his suitcase, Garion pulled out a revolver, a double-barreled shotgun, and a volley of bullets, and placed them in front of Baudelaire.

"Wait."

Baudelaire looked at his suddenly revealed weapon, startled, and looked at the other party fiddling with the firearm on the table, and asked, "Lord Garion, why are you carrying a gun?" ”

"Isn't it normal for a writer to carry a gun with him?"

Garion asked rhetorically, "What if you encounter a reader on the street with a knife urging you to update?" ”

Baudelaire was speechless by Garion's perfunctory arguments, how could a man of letters carry such a dangerous weapon with him, he asked, "but we can now ask for help from the police." ”

"Are you stupid? Is there any evidence now that someone is trying to assassinate me? The police won't take it for granted, by the way, did Lord Baudelaire shoot before? ”

Baudelaire paused and shook his head.

He turned his head and said to Dumas, "Mr. Dumas must have had experience in hunting, right?" ”

"I have experience in duck hunting...... But ...... to people"

After the last assassination, Galian had experience, he stuffed the double-barreled shotgun into the other party's arms, and said calmly, "Then please ask Monsieur Dumas to cooperate with me, you can just treat it as if you were hunting wild ducks, the firepower of the two people can suppress each other, and I will try to slow down the coachman, and the route drawn up is the area that some Parisian police often patrol." As long as they dare to show up, there is only one way to die. ”

Since Garion had said so, they had no choice but to do it. But deep down there are still doubts about Garion's plans.

This dangerous plan is full of Galion, who does not want to drag others into the water, and intends to go alone in a carriage. Madame Balanchi, however, insisted on going with him, and when he could not resist it, he had no choice but to accede to the other party's request.

This time Dumas was dressed as a musician and carried a violin box with a double-barreled shotgun, of course, instead of an instrument.

It has to be said that the moment Mr. Dumas put on his suit and hat reminded him of the American gangsters in the thirties of the twentieth century.

Garian hummed a little song and stepped into the carriage, showing a relaxed expression, but Madame Balanchi did not smile at all, and uneasiness and panic were written on her face. Garion patted her hand and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, it's just a dance party tonight." It's going to be fine. ”

"I know."

"Even if something really happened, you wouldn't say it, would you?" ”

Garion didn't know how to answer, and there was only silence in the rest of the carriage.

"Adei is a good match for you."

A moment later, Balanchi uttered this sentence for no apparent reason, and added, "I think you should marry her." ”

"Is that why you were so desperately denying our relationship in front of Hugo?"

Garion didn't look up at the other party, he was busy checking the revolver to make sure it wouldn't malfunction at a critical time, and he was glad that there was no body search in this era, even if he had a pistol hidden on his body, he would have the opportunity to swagger and shake hands with the Queen of England, and no one would find out.

Balanchi replied calmly, "At least it worked, didn't it?" His Excellency Hugo is very attentive to you now, and his youngest daughter has a crush on you, and if she becomes his son-in-law, she will ...... your literary career in the future."

"Stop."

Garion interrupted Balanchi with a wave of his hand, saying, "I can understand that you're thinking about me, but don't forget, we're the ones who go from Paris to London. ”

"But please also think about it, you have nothing to gain from taking me with you other than one more burden."

Mrs. Balanchi suddenly raised her voice, not vomiting or unhappy, she simply said all the thoughts that had been accumulated in her heart these days, she clenched her fists, "But Aldai is different, she has a prominent family background, a beautiful appearance, and an extraordinary father, marrying her is only good for you!" ”

While they were arguing, the carriage came to a halt and the turning rut came to an abrupt halt.

Through a thin window, Garion could even hear the laughter outside the window, a far cry from the tense atmosphere inside the carriage.

"Is that what you're going to say?"

"Yes."

Garian opened the door, and the resplendent building came into view, surrounded by high-class people who were walking in the direction of the venue, talking and laughing.

Balanchi sat in the carriage angrily, not getting up, as if waiting for an answer from Garion.

"I'm sorry, my lady."

Garion leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "You can't quit this. ”

Balanchi asked suspiciously, "Why?" ”

"There's no why, because you and Ardai, I want both."