In fact, the Count of Paris is a foreshadowing for the next, of course, it is not as simple as being responsible for pulling hatred

Garion has been feeling unsettled lately, his eyelids twitching, and he always has a premonition that something bad is happening. Even when he was writing, he was absent-minded, and accidentally knocked over the cup placed on the table, and the white porcelain teacup fell directly from the edge of the oak table to the ground, and a crisp cracking sound sounded, and the complete teacup instantly became torn apart.

Garian's hand paused, and he looked at the shards on the ground, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

Looking up at the window, the gloomy London sky seemed to be blackened over his heart. London is cold all year round, as if it can't dispel the fog that lingers in my heart.

It's a nightmare.

Noticing Garion's sudden distraction, Balanchi walked over and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "Honey, what's wrong?" It's so pale, are you okay? ”

"I'm fine."

Garion held his forehead and whispered, "But I just don't know why I've been restless lately, and I always feel that something bad has happened." I hope it's just that I'm thinking too much, but now it's getting stronger. ”

He gave up writing, and he didn't even want to touch the pen when he had no clue.

Garian had the same experience of his sixth sense as the crow's beak that had opened the light, so as soon as he finished speaking, there was an anxious knock at the door, like a hammer hitting nails embedded in the wall, and little by little it entered Garion's heart.

He glanced at Balanchi with a complicated expression, then stood up and went to open the door. When he opened the door, he saw Ardai standing in front of him, panting and holding on to the threshold.

Gary sank in peace and hurriedly invited her into the house, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Alde, what's going on? Come, don't worry, sit down and talk slowly. ”

Aldai gasped as she looked at the person in front of her and asked eagerly, "Your Excellency Trotsky, there is a question I must ask you, and this matter is very important, and it may be related to your life." ”

Balanchi brought a cup of coffee to Ardai from the kitchen, she patted the thin woman in front of her on the shoulder, and whispered, "If there is something to talk about slowly, don't worry." ”

Ardai took a deep breath and said slowly, "Are you the same Galian who fled from Paris, assumed the name of Trotsky, changed his name and changed his surname to hide in London?" ”

This time it was Gary's turn to settle down, he looked at the young girl in front of him with a serious expression, and said slowly, "Why did you suddenly say that?" ”

"Because my father's friends, Dumas and Baudelaire, have come here to find your whereabouts."

Alde's face turned pale, and she said word by word, "So I must confirm that you are not the brilliant man of letters that my father often referred to?" ”

Garion looked at Ardai in front of him, and at this time his heart was also overturned, Baudelaire and Dumas had already come to the door, which meant that others would also come to the door, including Madame Balanchi's ex-husband, the damned Sir Fred.

Sure enough, if you are green, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

He looked at the woman beside him, and Balanchi also sensed the seriousness of the matter, her hands were trembling slightly, desperately suppressing the fear in her heart.

Garion looked at her pale face and nodded to signal her not to be afraid. He turned his head to look at Ardai in front of him, took a deep breath, and said in a serious tone, "That's right, my true identity is what they are looking for, Garion." ”

The tense strings in Alde's heart relaxed the moment she got the answer. She exhaled, a smile on her serious face, "Thank God, I didn't see anyone wrong. ”

Just as Aldai finished speaking, there was another knock on the door. Garion motioned for the two people in the room to stop talking and hide in the room, and he walked to the door alone and asked tentatively, "Who?" ”

An arrogant voice came from outside the door, with an unpleasant, condescending gesture between the words.

"I am the Count of Paris, Louis Orleans."

Knowing that it was not the enemy who came to the door, Garian breathed a sigh of relief and immediately opened the door.

He saw two people standing in the doorway, looking at Garion in front of him with the posture of the nobles of the old days.

The other said, "I am Lord of the Counts of Paris, Dudley. ”

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

Garion didn't like to deal with royalists, and a bunch of fools who turned back the clock on history really thought that they could succeed in the restoration, and the country would be successful for generations to come.

The Count of Paris nodded, and Dudley said with great interest, "We would like to be able to talk to Your Excellency Garion about the cooperation between the two sides, well, I know from His Excellency Thiers that you are a very remarkable writer, very popular with the people, and if you can cooperate with us, when the Count of Paris returns to Paris in the future, we will put you in an important position in the government department, what a generous and merciful promise, compared to the little Napoleon who expelled you, the Count of Paris is a benevolent monarch." ”

When Dudley was touting the Count of Paris, the other party actually showed a triumphant expression, which made Garion feel very speechless. It is not for nothing that it feels like this group of royalists will lose. For example, Chambor's insistence on replacing the tricolor with irises ended up missing the throne, and even Pope Pius IX of the Vatican at that time bitterly scolded the orthodox heir to the Bourbon dynasty for being a fool: you TM just want a rag, and you don't even want the throne of the king of France????

Garion looked at the two feel-good fools in front of him like a circus monkey. I was very helpless. I thought that if the two royalist fools really succeeded in restoration, then my Grand France would really be finished.

"Lord Garion?"

The Count of Paris did not bother to speak to the commoners, so everything was left to Minister Dudley to negotiate. Dudley looked at the silent Garion and asked, "Then is Lord Garion willing to accept our invitation to cooperate?" We are willing to provide you with everything you need, your stay in this house is a bargain, and the Count of Paris will reward you with a better mansion. ”

Dudley's words reveal disdain for Garion's current situation and identity.

"Wait."

Garion regained his composure, and he made a pause gesture to interrupt Dudley, who was talking endlessly, and his sincere expression could not hide the bitterness in his tone, and he said disdainfully, "Did you two make a mistake?" ”

The Count of Paris sneered and said, "How could we have made a mistake?" ”

Garion kindly reminded him, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten something very important?" ”

Looking at the other party's "sincere" expression, he also became hesitant, and the Count of Paris also became hesitant, thinking that he had really made a mistake, he asked rhetorically, "Huh? What did you say? ”

"Don't forget."

Garion's clenched fingers suddenly let go, and at the same time, he replied to the two widows, "Your July Dynasty is dying early!" ”