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The last watch was finished, and I went to sleep

The last sentence left by Garion was intriguing and puzzled Engels.

The other party's expression was very vague, he should have unswerving support for the revolutionary cause, but he did not intend to reveal his identity, and willingly hid behind the scenes.

Since Galian was unwilling to reveal his identity, Marx also signaled Engels not to force it anymore, as long as he was interested in the revolutionary cause, it did not matter whether he was willing to disclose his identity or not.

It's just that Marx and Engels didn't know that after Garion returned to the room, he closed the door and took a deep breath before suppressing the ups and downs in his heart. Although he had always maintained his apparent calmness and talked and laughed with the two revolutionary mentors, he was as cautious as walking on a tightrope in his heart, and when he said that all the dry goods that could be scavenged in his stomach were about the same, he hurriedly got up and said goodbye, fearing that if he continued to talk about it, the two of them would invite themselves to join him and establish the International Workers' Federation two years in advance.

"What's wrong? Looking so flustered? ”

Mrs. Balanchi looked at his nervous appearance and asked in a lost voice, "Could it be that the enemy has come to the door?"

"It's a more terrible thing than the enemy coming to the door."

Garion corrected Balanchi's statement and said with a sigh of relief, "We were almost wanted by all European governments just now. When the time comes, don't even think about returning to Paris, even if you set foot in France, it will be impossible. If you are lucky, we are stateless, and if you are unlucky, people all over the world will know our whereabouts, and when the time comes, there will be grievances and revenge. ”

Garion recounted what had just happened at length, and even Madame Balanchi, who had never paid attention to politics, sensed that such a dangerous move as a world revolution was about to lose her head. So after listening to it, her face turned pale, like a blank piece of paper.

"Mr. Marx, are you doing such a terrible thing?"

Madame Balanchi clenched her hands on her chest and asked in a low voice, "Shall we flee then?" ”

A spare suitcase was placed at the door, and she was able to follow Garion out of the city as soon as the economy grew.

Garion behaved dignifiedly and didn't panic at all, he shook his head and said, "Not yet, we don't have much to do with each other." ”

Hearing the lax statement, Balanchi asked, "How could it be?" Does that mean it might be related? ”

“……”

Garion hurriedly explained, "It's okay, believe me, I have a good relationship with Mr. Marx, and I will have an extra life talisman in my hand in the future." ”

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen."

Mrs. Balanchi stared at the man in front of her and asked, "Anyway, I can't care what you want to do in the future, whether it's revolution or writing a book, I should support what a man wants to do as a woman, so I just say a word, when the time comes, you will really die in the world, will you leave me?" ”

After all, Garion underestimated the tricky angle of the woman's question, originally he thought he was urging him to leave London, but he didn't expect to ask if there would be a big disaster and fly separately.

He put his arms around Balanchi, held her in his arms, leaned his head against the ends of his golden hair, and whispered, "Then I choose to abandon the world and stay with you, okay?" ”

Leave the glory of charging into battle to the aspirants who will change the world, and people like Garion will at most make plans behind the scenes, lest they won't even be able to lie down in the Panthéon after death.

And with the rise of fame in London, Garion also has a premonition that his identity is like being peeled an onion, being revealed layer by layer, and if this continues, sooner or later the truth will be revealed to the world, but he has no way to change this situation. It is gold that shines wherever it goes, and it is that there is controversy everywhere that talent goes, and I am afraid that this is the biggest problem of talented people.

That's all Garion can do to comfort himself.

Speculation about Garion's identity slowly fermented in London, but in distant Paris, rumors about Garion, after more than half a year of boiling and mixed speculation, finally calmed down as time passed.

After turning a new page, people rarely mention the name, except occasionally when they see the verses he wrote, they can't help but recall the name.

Dumas and his party have given up on finding Garion's whereabouts, feeling that as a shining figure, he cannot remain incognito forever, and there will always be some place where his shocking legend will be left behind.

On this day, Dumas took letters from his mailbox and placed them on the table, as usual, some of them from readers, but one of the transatlantic letters from Great Britain caught his attention, and Dumas picked up the letters from a pile of envelopes, signed by the familiar Monsieur Dickens.

He had not corresponded with Dickens by letter for more than a year, and with curiosity, Dumas scraped off the red fire paint with a knife, and took out the letter from the tan cover, which he opened and looked at a few times, and immediately became unsettled!

In his letters, Dickens describes a new writer who has risen in London, and the character he describes bears a striking resemblance to Gallian, who had disappeared in Paris. Dumas glanced at the time when the letter had been sent, and a month earlier, he hurried out to find Baudelaire, intending to announce the good news to the Parisian literary and artistic circles.

Baudelaire has been in a state of loss and depression because of Gallien's disappearance, and even feels that the literary world in Paris has become dead, although he applied to join the Académie Française a few months ago, but soon withdrew, some speculate that it is because of Garion's relationship that Baudelaire has been unmotivated.

The painting salon in Paris, under the auspices of Princess Mathilde and others, began to be held vigorously, and Zola has been trying to strengthen the Zion Order, but he has not had the ability to discern pearls, and has not been able to support any works.

When Dumas came to visit, Baudelaire was in a state of interest and did not want to see anyone. However, after thinking about it, it was still not convenient to refuse, so he opened the door for Baudelaire and asked what the other party was doing.

The contrast between a depressed Baudelaire and a spirited Alexandre Dumas is stark.

Dumas placed a letter directly in front of Baudelaire's eyes, and said excitedly, "Look, this is a letter from Mr. Dickens from London, and they say that a mysterious writer from Paris, who calls himself Trotsky, has recently appeared in London, and has made a name for himself in literary circles with an unimaginable speed. He was about 1.8 meters tall, sturdy, about 25 to 30 years old, and had a beautiful lady by his side, claiming to be a Parisian literati who had fled after persecution...... Sir Baudelaire, who do you think of in light of all this? ”

Baudelaire's eyes widened slowly, and his originally dull gaze became radiant, and the gloom on his face was swept away.

Dumas's description targeted the familiar figure.

After listening to the story, although he still had doubts in his heart, the flame of hope was rekindled.

The doubts in his heart deepened, and he thought to himself, could the man described by Dumas be......

Baudelaire muttered to himself, "Is it ...... Could it be ......?"

"Yes, who else but him!"

Dumas's tears of excitement were about to come out, and his voice could be heard almost in the entire corridor, and he shouted in a hearty voice, "There is only one person who meets all the conditions, Garion!" It's him! Appeared in London! ”

"My God, O Virgin Mary!"

Baudelaire was so surprised that he snatched the letter from Dickens, quickly scanned the contents of the letter, made sure it was not a joke, and described the same object as Galian, and said in surprise, "Is the man who symbolizes freedom coming back?" ”

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