Mayor Rouen turned around and wiped his cold sweat as he whispered, "That, Your Royal Highness the Princess......"

"Huh? What's up? ”

"Now there is a situation that must be explained to you......"

Princess Mathilde didn't even bother to turn her head, and waved her hand impatiently and said, "Say it." ”

"The information we received earlier is false, there was no workers' riot in Rouen, but the workers smashed the house of Viscount Mifa......"

Seeing the sudden change in the princess's face, the mayor of Rouen hurriedly defended and said, "Wait, Your Highness the princess, we will deal with the workers involved immediately and arrest them all." The subordinates are incompetent, but they will definitely handle this matter carefully! ”

"Forget it, Mayor of Rouen."

When she heard that Viscount Mifa's villa had been burned, Princess Mathilde didn't say much on the surface, and she already understood something about the situation in her heart.

Tired of the official rhetoric, she got up from the couch and said, "Okay, Mayor of Rouen, since it's not a riot, I should be able to go back to the hotel now, right?" ”

"I'll send someone to escort ......"

"No need."

Princess Mathilde waved her hand, replied bluntly, and said, "I'll just take the carriage back myself." Also, I hope that this matter will be left at that, and that the workers who destroyed the mansion of Viscount Mifa will not be held accountable, and I do not want to turn the spontaneous act of defending the rights into a riot that threatens the regime of the Second Empire. ”

Mayor Rouen asked tentatively, "But the loss of Viscount Mifa ......"

Duchess Mathilde gave a disdainful smile, and she turned her head to look at the other, seeing the hesitation in her eyes. In a condescending tone, he said disdainfully, "A title bought with money is worthy of being compared to an orthodox nobleman? Mayor of Rouen, you think too highly of him. The status of the viscount in this year is not as noble as that of a down-and-out nobleman. ”

Princess Mathilde's words were equivalent to closing the coffin, even the mayor of Rouen did not dare to say much, and silently recited in his heart that Viscount Mifa was good for himself, and said respectfully, "Everything is in accordance with the will of Her Royal Highness the Princess......

He turned his head and glared at the police chief, and whispered, "Don't send anyone to send the princess away yet!" ”

…………

Viscount Mifa was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, lying in the villa and not daring to get up, and waited until the noise around him disappeared before he leaned on his waist and shouted for the servants to come in and save him.

Tasting the sweetness of victory, just as the workers were about to escalate the incident, they were stopped by Garion.

He ordered all the workers to leave the house and return to their homes or factories, because the police were on their way.

Garion looked at the villa that had changed beyond recognition, and thought to himself that he hoped that Viscount Mifa would realize what stupid thing he had done.

"Why don't you escalate the incident?"

Robert took off his mask and walked over to Garion, unhappy with the news of the retreat. Even puzzled, he asked, "Shouldn't we strike while the iron is hot and demonstrate to the city hall?" ”

Garian glanced at him and asked rhetorically, "Comrade Robert, before you demonstrate your seizure of power, do you have a well-developed program of action?" Do you have a specific plan to seize power? Do you have detailed steps? The workers of Rouen are thinking of further expanding the situation without anything? Are you crazy? ”

Robert was speechless to refute, and none of the questions asked by Garian he had considered.

"I'll admit I didn't think about it, but it's a good ...... right now"

Garion shook his head and said softly, "Forcing the other party to give in is already the best ending, don't get too carried away." The Second Reich's suppression of revolutions and insurrections was as common as eating and drinking, as was cutting off your heads. Everyone dispersed, after this lesson, Viscount Mifa, no, it should be said that the capitalists of Rouen did not dare to mess around again. Workers will also learn from this incident and begin to rally around the workers' associations, forming a social force that cannot be underestimated. ”

Garion glanced at the indignant Robert and shook his head helplessly, but it was a pity that with such pig teammates, the labor movement in Rouen would not develop nine times out of ten.

His plan was completed, and now he left Robert and the others, hurried back to the workers' association, changed into his old clothes, and then pretended to be nothing and went to the hotel.

Along the way, I saw martial law policemen, and their stern eyes looked at every guy in the worker's attire.

However, no one will notice that this "upper-class person" who is elegantly dressed and smiles at them is the mastermind of this incident.

Returning to the corridor of the hotel room, Garion saw Nana and Zola waiting for him, he waved his hand at the two of them, and said with a smile, "Everything is done, and encouraging the workers to storm the mansion of Viscount Mifa may leave a shadow over him for the rest of his life." ”

Zola said worriedly, "But won't Viscount Mifa use the power of the government to retaliate?" ”

Just as Garian was about to speak, another voice sounded behind him.

"Of course not, because I helped you clean up the mess."

Hearing the voice, everyone subconsciously turned around and saw Princess Mathilde standing behind her, and she heard all the conversations just now.

The princess walked up to Garion, and before the other could speak, she suddenly half-narrowed her eyes and continued, "Garion, you really impress me. I thought it was an eye-opener for the opera house to pretend that the Count was extorting a sum of money, but I didn't expect you to directly encourage the workers to destroy the residence of Viscount Mifa, and beat people with a blue nose and swollen face. Although from the perspective of the royal family, I should condemn you for violating the law. But from a woman's point of view, I would like to say in private that you have done a good job. ”

Garion bowed slightly, making a gesture that was praised for his praise.

"I am deeply honored to thank Princess Mathilde for her praise."

Princess Mathilde glanced at Nana behind him and asked, "Is this the poor girl who has been cornered by Viscount Mifa and has no way out?" ”

"Yes."

Nana hid behind Garion, timidly looked at the noble woman in front of her, and whispered, "See, Your Highness Princess." ”

"Well, good-looking, I happen to be short of a servant in my mansion on Cussell Street, would you like to come over if you are interested?"

Zola and Garion looked at each other.

"Don't look at me like that."

Princess Mathilde said calmly, "It's just a gesture. ”

Nana didn't expect Princess Mathilde to be willing to take her in, so she quickly nodded and said, "Yes, of course I do." ”

"Yes, I like the character."

Princess Mathilde, apparently hoping that this straightforward girl also wanted this straightforward girl, withdrew her gaze from Nana, looked at Garion, and said calmly, "Also, I am going to leave Rouen tomorrow and return to Paris, is Your Excellency interested in going with you?" ”

"Huh?"

Garion was stunned, he didn't expect Princess Mathilde to offer an invitation to accompany him. He politely declined, saying, "Thank you, Your Highness the Princess, for your kindness, but my expulsion deadline has not yet passed, and Councillor Merimé ...... it."

Princess Mathilde said in a tough tone, "I am the orthodox princess of the Bonaparte royal family, who dares to refuse what I promised?" ”

The toughness revealed in his words made Garion have to sigh that it was indeed a woman from the Bonaparte family.

Garion didn't quite understand why the always cautious nobleman would force his way up? Although Flaubert had been safe and sound under the protection of his pomegranate dress, his crime was not as simple as immorality.

It's easy to put the icing on the cake, but it's hard to send charcoal in the snow.

"Her Royal Highness Princess...... That's not good......"

Mistaking Garion for fear that she had taken a fancy to him, Princess Mathilde shook the fan in her hand and explained, "Don't get me wrong, although your talent is as worthless as boiled water, I value your unique talent." ”

Garion's eyes widened, not knowing what Princess Mathilde was trying to say.

"The article you gave me about the German Confederation is very interesting, and now I solemnly invite you to join my Salon of St. Gratian? This is the equivalent of receiving a gold medal for exemption from the news censorship department. ”