"Knock knock."

A rough knock on the door interrupted Thiers' nap, and since the abdication of the three revolutions in Europe 14 years ago, he had cut off most of society, and was quietly hiding at home and writing books. However, he didn't expect that even if he didn't ask about the world, other people would come to him.

Thiers' servant hurriedly came over to open the door, but before he could open the door, the mahogany door was directly kicked open with a rough kick, and the fierce black-clothed policeman stood at the door in twos and threes, shouting at the servant, "Thiers is not here, get out of here!" ”

The servant had never seen such a formation, and hurried to call out to the old man who was still sleeping.

As soon as Thiers got out of bed, he saw the servant rushing in in a hurry, looking flustered, and said in a hurried tone, "Oh no, Lord Thiers, the police have suddenly come looking for us." ”

"Looking for us?"

Thiers, dressed in pajamas, hurriedly walked downstairs, and when he saw the vicious policeman at the door, he immediately realized that something was wrong, he was no longer the court minister of the July Dynasty, and he could only do nothing about the unreasonable Napoleon III.

With a smile on his face, he asked cautiously, "I wonder what happened to your sudden visit to the Humble House?" ”

The police didn't talk nonsense to him, but directly took out a deportation order, and said simply and clearly, "We have received an order, Your Excellency Thiers, you must pack your bags and get out of Paris within 24 hours, this is an order issued by the Tuileries Palace himself, and there is no room for refusal." ”

"Wait a minute."

Thiers was already panicking when he heard this, and he quickly asked back, "Wait, what did I do wrong?" Why are you arresting me? Why? I ask to see my lawyer! ”

He thought that his eloquent rebuttal would arouse the jealousy of the other party, but he didn't expect that they didn't care about any coercion from Thiers at all, but said confidently, "You know what you did, we are just acting on orders, Your Excellency Thiers, pack up and get out of here, our patience is limited." I don't want to talk nonsense with you, hurry up! You don't want to do it, do you, come on, help Lord Thiers pack his bags, and get him out of here in an hour! ”

The vicious sheriff gave the order directly, and the policeman who followed him rushed directly into Thiers's room, violently pushed away the servant, and threw Thiers's clothes directly through the window on the second floor.

"Stop, you brutes! Bastard! The police have beaten someone! ”

No matter how Thiers shouted, the Paris police remained indifferent, the order was given directly by the Tuileries, and they did not need to worry about being blamed by either side at all, there was a problem? You go to the emperor to reason, and there is no place to reason even if you sue the emperor. Sorry, our Imperial Government can do whatever it wants.

The assassination of Garion struck a nerve out of Napoleon III, who believed that it was necessary to eliminate all the forces behind the scenes that could threaten the Parisian government, and even though the royalists and revolutionaries fled to Great Britain, they remained in close contact with potential forces in the country, keeping an eye on every move in Paris and making a comeback when the time was right.

Even if they didn't seem to have broken any laws, the distrust of Napoleon the Young, the gang had to get out of Paris.

By this time, Thiers's heart was already dead, and the servant next to him was trembling with fear, he knew that his fate was decided, but he still wanted to make a final struggle. He picked up the manuscript in the room and said to the policeman, "This is a book I wrote about His Majesty Napoleon and the Emperor, I hope you will read it with His Majesty Napoleon III, I think he will change his mind!" ”

The distraught policeman ignored the other party, but grabbed his manuscript, threw it on the ground, and wiped his feet hard.

He said to the others, "Hurry up and throw his clothes out after receiving them in the suitcase." Also, drag this old fellow out of the cart for me. ”

Then Thiers was picked up by two burly policemen and dragged downstairs, and he shouted in despair as he dragged back: "Wait, I have done meritorious service for Your Majesty, I have shed blood for France, let me go, you can't do this, I want to see Your Majesty!" ”

His arm was tightly clamped, and the whole person couldn't move, and Thiers was caught down the stairs like this, and before he walked out of the door, he was still shouting loudly: "Let go of me, I want to see Your Majesty!" ”

Desperate, Thiers was dragged into the carriage, and the doors of the carriage slammed shut, leaving only what looked like a ransacked room. Thiers had never felt such a humiliation, but he could only watch helplessly as they forcibly loaded his belongings into the car.

He suddenly remembered the news a few days ago, the Count of Paris was rumored to have attempted to assassinate Garin, although there is no direct evidence that it was the Orleans faction, but this report was still reprinted by the French newspapers that like to chase after the wind, and caused a storm in the country.

"Do they suspect that I sent someone to assassinate Garion?"

Thiers had bits and pieces of ideas in his head, but there was no way to put them together, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it.

He felt that he had been very wronged this time by someone who had been substituted for the dead.

Unbeknownst to Thiers, a carriage was parked not far away, and the people in the carriage were watching their every move.

Garion remembered the street, where he had met Thiers before.

Princess Mathilde, who was leaning against the window, lifted the curtains so that Garion could clearly see what happened to Thiers.

"His Majesty Napoleon was shocked when you were assassinated by the Orleans party on the streets of London, and he thought it necessary to deal a fatal blow to these moths who were endangering the security of the Empire. This is also a guarantee from His Majesty that in Paris, to go against you is to go against the Tuileries. Therefore, Thiers, as the leader of the Orleans party, was our first target. ”

"Poor Thiers ......"

Gary muttered in peace of mind. Originally, he just wanted to blame the Count of Paris for this matter, but he didn't expect to end up making Thiers bear the blame. But Napoleon III was still too merciful, and if he had Stalin's courage, Paris would have been in favor of it, and why wait for the empire to fall apart eight years later.

Balanchi also understood why he wanted to confuse the public in the first place, claiming that the Count of Paris was the culprit, and it turned out that everything was for this step.

Poor Thiers, this loaned knife is so ingenious to kill people that he has no idea who stabbed himself in the back. He finally understood why Princess Mathilde had brought her here instead of escorting her home.

Princess Mathilde urged the coachman to leave, and she said slowly, "The excitement has been over, it's time to send you back, and maybe there will be surprises waiting for you at home." ”

"Surprise?"

A wry smile appeared on Garion's face, "Leave me alone, I've been surprised and unhappy for a while." ”