News of the ultra-Catholic attempt to assassinate Garion spread through the streets of Paris over the next two days. Although the assassin claimed that he was not instructed by anyone and that he spontaneously wanted to assassinate the immoral Garion, no one would believe this nonsense at this time.

I'm not afraid of god-like enemies, but I'm afraid of encountering teammates who can't figure out.

Garion's "Indictment" and "The Petrel" once again aroused hot topics and attention, especially the impassioned "The Petrel", which was unanimously praised by almost all literary critics in Paris, including Sainte-Beuve, and even the former sworn enemy Gautier had to say that the final "Let the storm come more violently" is the most wonderful finishing touch in the whole long poem.

This was followed by an overwhelming condemnation of the Catholic Church, and its reputation was on the verge of falling to the bottom.

The Archbishop of Paris, Darboy, finally knew what it meant to be speechless, and while he was still trying to communicate with Napoleon III and make a series of exchange interests in order to put an end to the incident, a mad aesthetician completely buried all his previous efforts and the bargaining chips in his hand, and I am afraid that the Emperor Napoleon could laugh out loud now in bed.

Galian stayed at Baudelaire's home for two days, going back and forth between the hospital and the house every day, Zola's injuries were not serious, and after two days he was able to return home to rest, and in order to care for the injured Zola, Garion moved out of Baudelaire's house despite his advice.

After settling Zola, he was about to go out to buy some ingredients for cooking, but when he returned, he happened to meet Princess Mathilde, who had come to visit him, at the door of his house.

In the bustling street where people come and go, no one would know that the person sitting in the inconspicuous carriage is actually the royal princess of Yuye Jinke.

The carriage stopped at the door, and Princess Mathilde just looked at him through the window, and said, "Good look, Galion, and dare to go out into the street, it means that the assassination a few days ago did not leave a psychological shadow on you." ”

Garion replied with a smile, "It's a blessing in misfortune to be able to get a life back." ”

"Good news for you, His Majesty Napoleon III on the Catholic side has come forward, the end of Archbishop Darboy has finally arrived, the royal family of Bonaparte has been very dissatisfied with the Catholic Church's progress before, and now it's time to clean up this group of bad guys."

Mathilde deliberately mentioned this matter to him in order to tell the royal family of Bonaparte that the Gallian Bonaparte family would stand up for him and would not let the Catholic Church mess around.

Hearing this, Garion's eyes narrowed, revealing an inexplicable smile, but it was fleeting on his face.

"Also, your long poem 'The Petrel' is well written, and it has been mentioned repeatedly in the salon meetings at the Cussell Street Mansion. Even those literati who look down on your identity behind your back fully affirm your talent. ”

These words came from the heart of Princess Mathilde, and this "Petrel" completely dispelled the voices of doubt, and at the same time strengthened Garion's position in the Parisian literary circle.

Each poem is specially aimed at every event, and no one dares to open his mouth to spread rumors that he plagiarized and ghostwrote.

"Thanks to Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Princess Mathilde looked at the ingredients that Garion was carrying in her hand and asked casually, "What are you going to do next?" Cooking at home? Isn't cutting vegetables by handwriting a genius's talent a waste? ”

"Do a good job of the safety T project at hand now, and by the way, write a theme that can be completed, I hope that the next book released in my name can be completed normally, and don't be targeted by the people in the news review department."

Garion laughed at himself and said, "Actually, I want to write a short story about detective crime, and I don't know if the Parisian people will like it." ”

However, the other party did not answer, and after a moment of calm, a word came through the car window.

"This subject matter...... Good luck. ”

……

At the same time, Archbishop Dalboy of the Archdiocese of Paris paced back and forth in his office, and even the room filled with refreshing sandalwood could not calm the turmoil in his heart.

Distraught, he muttered to himself, "Damn, why is this happening!" ”

Pushed to the forefront of public opinion at the juncture of negotiations with the government, Archbishop Darboy felt that his whole person was about to be thrown into chaos.

Assassinating the public opinion figures in Paris, what are the brains of these believers?

He even suspected that the self-proclaimed Catholic guy was an undercover agent sent by the other side.

Just when he was at his wit's end, the closed door was opened.

Archbishop Darboy turned his head and saw Napoleon III walking in with a spring breeze on his face. The frightened Darboy hurriedly greeted him, rebuked the attendants who had led Napoleon III over, and said sharply, "Your Majesty has come to visit, why don't you give me a notice?" ”

Napoleon III shook his head and said calmly, "Forget it, I wanted to give Archbishop Darboy a 'surprise', and I don't blame them." ”

Darboy also heard what was being said, especially when he said it was a surprise, he lowered his face and waved for the others to leave the room first.

It's time for the final showdown.

When the door was slowly closed again, Napoleon III stood in front of him and asked bluntly, "Your Excellency, I have said straight to the point, will you agree to the terms of exchange of land property rights for the Church that I have proposed to you before?" ”

Darboy sneered and said, "Promise? I have no doubt now that the assassination of the Catholics in Garian was a knife murder at your instigation, and that the whole plan was to usurp the Church's property, right? You used that young man to stir up public opinion against Catholicism, and then you chose to stand by and let the situation escalate. Now they have come to negotiate terms with me and further weaken the power of the Catholic Church. In doing so, the workers and literati would applaud His Majesty's wise act, right? ”

Napoleon III pouted and said, "What a conspiracy analysis." ”

"And even if we say these analyses, others won't believe it, because the reputation of Catholicism has been ruined by those bastards who prostitute ~1 children! Who would believe the defense of a group of disreputable priests? ”

Bang bang bang.

Napoleon III even began to applaud Darboy's analysis and self-knowledge, worthy of the old fox who sat in the position of Archbishop of Paris, who guessed his intentions so quickly.

"Archbishop Darboy, don't say it so badly. The reward I promised you before was nothing less, but now it is only for you to spit out the property you have swallowed for eight years. By the way, there's one more thing, I'm afraid you'll have to ask Bishop Gregory to be a substitute for the dead. ”

Darboy trembled with anger, and although he guessed the truth afterwards, he could only look at the other party helplessly.

"But this time the Bishop guessed correctly, on the surface the Bonapartes did sit idly by, but secretly there was a plan, otherwise how could we have generously given him the funds for the investment in production for no reason, and the only thing you guessed wrong is that the whole plan was not put into practice by me."

"Isn't it Your Majesty?"

Archbishop Darboy's face changed suddenly, he half-squinted his eyes, and hurriedly asked, "If it weren't for Your Majesty, then who came up with this plan and put it into practice?" ”

When Napoleon III recalled the young man standing in front of him and calmly told the whole plan, the Emperor of the Second Empire finally began to squint his eyes and look at each other carefully.

He smiled as a victor, stared at the gray-faced archbishop in front of him, and said slowly, "It was the young man who cornered you who came to me with this bold plan in order to get political asylum and capital for investment. ”