Garion woke up from his slumber in a daze, his eyes aching at the blinding light. Struggling to get up, I realized that I was not lying on the bed, but on the soft sofa. There was also the sound of ear to ear, and when my head really came to my senses, I looked around and realized that I was lying in a lavishly arranged room, surrounded by papers.

He blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light. The sun pierced through the window and shone on his face. Garion remained motionless, contemplating where he was.

"You're finally awake? A word of advice to you, you can't drink too much gin, after all, many writers have a problem with alcoholism. ”

A hoarse voice came from behind him, and Garion subconsciously turned his head to see a middle-aged man in a black police uniform looking at Garion, looking at him without emotion in his eyes.

He waved his hand, and the policeman behind him withdrew very interestingly, and before leaving, he gave Garian a special look, with a complicated expression.

"You are?"

Garion rubbed his temples, the hangover headache hadn't gone away, and he could only lean his head on the couch and look at the person in front of him vigilantly. Because of the revolutionary party incident, he had a grudge with the police department. , I woke up from the police station office, and nine times out of ten it was related to last night's incident.

The middle-aged man sat down in front of him calmly, took out a pipe from his pocket, lit a match, took a few deep breaths in his mouth, and exhaled the smoke in his lungs.

"Ahem."

Garion choked on the smell of smoke and coughed twice subconsciously.

"Why am I here, and who are you?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Espinas said slowly, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Espinas, the chief of the Paris police." Lord Garrian, did you forget that last night you had a fight with others on the rue de la Bar on the Montmartre heights? ”

"That's right."

Garion's mind suddenly sobered up, and he finally remembered that he had drunk too much last night and had a fight with the person at the next table, and hurriedly asked with anxious concern, "What about my friend?" Where are they now? ”

"Don't worry, your friends have already been sent back, they are not detained, because of Princess Mathilde's relationship, we think it is better to send you to the police station to rest for a night."

Espinas hinted to him that he had also sold a favor to Her Royal Highness, and then handed Ghalian the newspaper on the table, which was a gossip about the duel between Garian and the poet Gautier. I'm afraid that the literati who saw this news report would not dare to provoke Garion again.

Garion scratched his hair and said calmly, "Yesterday's incident is in the news." ”

And Director Espinas said helplessly, "Your Excellency Garion, I'm afraid that His Majesty Napoleon's appearance rate in the newspapers is not as high as yours now, playing the Russian turntable?" Frightened Gautier so much that he didn't even dare to go out of the door. In this way, the literati of Paris will have to risk their lives if they want to target you again. ”

Garion shrugged, an innocent look.

Director Espinas sighed and said slowly, "If you continue like this, the Parisian literary and artistic circles will be tossed by you, and by the way, I heard that the "Internationale" sung in Paris was also written by you?" ”

"Huh...... Rumors, rumors, rumors, just listen to them. ”

"And what about the workers' movement that took place in the city of Rouen? Doesn't it have anything to do with you? ”

Garion cheekily said, "No, no, it's just a rumor." ”

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to tell the other party that he had written this revolutionary song and that he had instigated the workers' movement, which was equivalent to a slap in the face of Princess Mathilde. He didn't dare to continue chatting, for fear of revealing his feet, so he quickly got up from the sofa and patted his clothes, and said respectfully, "But thanks to Director Espinas's help, if it's okay, I'll go first." ”

"Lord Garion."

Espinas stopped him from behind and said meaningfully, "Far from causing any damage to your reputation, the revolutionary events have grown in fame, and since your return from Rouen, the newspapers of Paris have not ceased to publish your name, and have even been quietly protected by Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

"Who would have thought that it would be a miracle that just a peasant from the countryside could become a famous figure in Paris in half a year. How many guys like you have spent their whole lives can't stand at such heights. There are countless people who are jealous and jealous of you, and expect you to be cautious. ”

"Lord Garion."

Director Espinas, who was originally high, said meaningfully, "After all, there is still a long way to go. ”

"Of course."

Garion stood in the doorway, and instead of turning around, he turned his back to Director Espinas and said, "There's still a long way to go, Director Espinas. ”

This was the first time he had come out of the police station in an open manner, and he had been treated as a fellow revolutionary party before, and it seemed that Princess Mathilde was right, and the Bonaparte royal family could indeed do whatever they wanted.

Garian stood on the steps, thinking about where to go next, when someone in the crowd stopped at him for a moment, then moved away and hurried forward.

No one will notice that the man in front of him is a figure on the cusp of public opinion in Paris.

At this moment, a black carriage slowly approached and stopped in front of him. The coachman waved his whip and did not speak.

Garion subconsciously raised his head, the door of the carriage slowly opened, and a man wearing an old-fashioned black wide-brimmed hat raised his head and smiled at Garion, a treacherous and cunning aristocratic face, with a standard smile.

"Hello, Lord Garion, the weather is so nice today."

Gary replied nonchalantly, "yes, the weather is so nice. ”

He sat down at the window of the carriage with his cane in both hands, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Your Excellency's fist to be more powerful than the tip of your pen, and make such a big noise in the bar street of Montmartre." But I'm not here to settle accounts with you, can I invite you to my house? ”

Garion looked at the man in front of him vigilantly, and subconsciously took a step back. Knowing everything that happened to him last night so quickly, and being able to appear at the door of the police station just right, shows that the social status of the man in front of him is not low.

Garion hesitated, "Who are you?" ”

The other party did not answer directly, but said vaguely, "You'll find out soon." ”