The first update

For Carlyle, this was not a fun and pleasant party, because he became famous in the book "The French Revolution" but met Gallian, who was a penetrating analysis of French history, and although he constantly tried to confirm his views from historical records, Garion always found a breakthrough in his historical sources and refuted him completely.

For the vice-chancellor of the University of Edinburgh, it is indeed a shame that Carlyle has gone too far to defend his reputation and forget that he should stick to the original intention of an author. The second duel between the writers of Paris and the literati of London ended with a resounding victory for Garion.

Carlisle personally sent Garion to the door, and looked at the afterlife in front of him, who was more than a decade younger than him, and his heart was faintly filled with jealousy, and he couldn't help but think that if he could die here, he would not be able to preach his defeat to the gloating people in Paris.

Ernest, who was walking beside Garion, suddenly came up and said in Gallian's ear mysteriously, "I heard that some people within the Workers' International are very annoyed with His Excellency Garion, and they blame you for the demise of Proudhon's forces in Paris, so Lord Garion must be careful not to know if anyone will have bad intentions towards you." ”

Garian was stunned, his mind flashing with Bakunin's resentful look in St. Martin's Hall, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart, and he retracted his kick as he was about to walk out of Carlisle's mansion.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Garion hesitated and said, "Someone within the Workers' International is trying to plot against me? ”

"It's just a chase, but please be careful, Lord Garion."

Ernest didn't care about Garion's life or death, but after that enlightenment, he felt that he needed to remind this excellent young man not to die at his own hands.

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Garion nodded, he had already made up his mind in his heart, to buy a ticket back to France today, to stay away from the land of right and wrong, and to help Mr. Marx this time, he would no longer be involved in the struggle within the proletariat.

But he clearly underestimated the extent of his bad luck.

When the two gunmen in ambush saw Garion, they pulled their revolvers out of their pockets and walked towards them.

After Ernest's reminder just now, Garion originally tensed his nerves and subconsciously looked at the street, but his eyes met the malicious eyes on the other side of the street in an instant.

He saw the other man's pistol, the muzzle of which was being raised upwards.

In the past, he was able to survive in Paris, where there were many enemies, and Garion relied not on innate luck, but on keen insight. At that moment, he took a step back, stumbled his heel against the threshold, and staggered backwards.

The moment he fell, he heard the explosion of a bullet outside the door, the whistling of a bullet as it slashed overhead, and the cracking of sawdust the moment it hit the threshold.

The first shot missed.

Brushing shoulders with death, Garion gasped. He hurriedly got up, pulled Turgenev and Carlisle, who were stunned at the door, back to the house, and then hurriedly locked the door, pulling the two of them behind the table.

Bang bang bang.

At this time, the sound of gunfire continued to sound behind him, hitting the oak door panel outside the door, like death raising his hand to knock on the door.

"What's going on? Why did someone shoot at us? ”

Carlisle was terrified, the gunshots ringing in his ears were out of proportion, he was just a university president and had never encountered a nightmare of revenge and murder.

However, the two people around them looked like they were used to seeing big scenes, and they were not surprised at all.

"Just an ordinary door-to-door vengeance, don't worry, Headmaster Carlisle."

Turgenev behaved very lightly, he teased and said, "In our Russia, this kind of incident of coming to the door with a gun to seek revenge is too common, and the final outcome is not to die or die, give me a revolver, I can let these British sissy know what a real Tsarist man is." ”

"This is the Great Empire, a place that pays attention to the law!"

Fear filled Carlisle's heart, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, we're done." Who have I offended? and will put me to death. ”

"They didn't come for Lord Carlisle."

"They are probably the little group of people within the proletariat who Ernest said were waiting for my death."

Garion's face turned blue with anger, thinking that these bastards really attacked him, so backbone to find Napoleon III, subvert the imperial regime, what kind of ability is it to bully an unarmed literati.

Carlisle was almost ready to cry without tears, "My God, what sin have you committed, to meet you who should be damned." ”

Bang, bang, bang.

The gunfire continued outside the door, and the gunman seemed to have no intention of stopping. The bullets shattered the glass of Carlisle Hall, spilling shards all over the marble floor, and the three of them clung to their heads for fear of being hit in the face by the shards of glass.

"Carlisle, give me your shotgun."

Turgenev showed the strength of a fighting nation and roared, "I'm going out and slaughter these two bastards." ”

"How can I have a shotgun?"

Carlisle said with a sad face, "I don't usually even shoot ducks. ”

"You don't even have a shotgun, what kind of man are you Britons."

Turgenev almost grabbed him by the collar, and the two fought first.

At the most critical moment, it was Garion who put an end to the infighting.

"Shut up, you two. Lord Carlisle, do you have any gin! ”

"Yes, I have gin."

"Give it to me, I still need strips of cloth."

Carlisle crawled forward, crawling up to the wine cabinet, grabbing a few bottles of high-strength gin, and handing a few rags to Garion.

He then watched as Garion tore the rag into long strips, opened the bottle, drenched the strip of cloth, and left one end of the strip outside, stuffing the other end into the bottle.

At this point, the gunfire paused for a moment, and Garion estimated that the gunman was changing his ammunition and sped up. Turgenev also had a good learning from Garion, making a simple Molotov cocktail bottle.

"What the hell are you going to do? Aren't we going to run away? If you don't run, it's too late. ”

Carlisle, who stayed on the sidelines, was anxious, and at this time the gunners were about to break in, but Garion was still thinking about doing craft? Are the French and Russians rusting in their heads?

"This is a Molotov cocktail bottle."

Garion smiled slightly, his smile revealing cunning and coldness, and Carlisle shuddered slightly.

"When they come in, we'll know what a surprise is."