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Thinking he had misheard, Ernest repeated it as he asked rhetorically, "Were you kidding?" Lord Garion, you drafted that declaration? The manifesto that is being discussed in the London literary and artistic circles, was actually written by you? You're not lying to me, are you? ”

Ernest threw out several questions in a row, and at this time his heart was already turbulent, and for Garian, he became more and more unable to understand what this person had in mind. On the one hand, he helped the French emperor in his work, but on the other hand, he gained a firm foothold in the workers' congress of the International. If he can do this without arousing the suspicion of the French emperor, I am afraid he is the only one.

"I am outside the center of power, I have only gained a good name in the revolutionary party and the Bonaparte government, what can he do with me? It's a pity to abandon me, it's not worth killing me, putting me in this position happens to be the best choice. Although Napoleon III's diplomatic methods were average, there were still such means as imperial tricks, and he was not a fool and would not be angry because of this little thing. At least those who are valuable to the Bonaparte royal family will be honored with the position of honor, and only those who are against the Bonaparte family often die miserably. Do you understand when I say that? As long as I don't seize power, I'll be fine, once I get to the core...... You have to choose one or the other. ”

For the Garian-like operation, Ernest understood a little, but he didn't seem to understand. He finally understood why someone would say that this man was a devil who could write books. Garion's means and thoughts, far leaving his peers of this era behind, he walked too fast, and the whole world was panting behind his back. Only a group of people who have seen the end of the new world can extract an astonishing amount of information from a few words.

It was his first impression of Garion.

A strange man shrouded in a mysterious fog.

The atmosphere of the salon party began to become strange, and everyone was talking and laughing at first, but after Garion arrived, it gradually became silent, as if there was a special power hanging over the hearts of the others.

Dickens stepped forward to chat with Garion for a few words, then turned to leave. He maintained a friendly smile on his face throughout, but deep down he was impressed by His Excellency "Trotsky" in front of him.

Compared to two years ago, he has become more solid and reliable, even in dangerous rounds, and has been able to turn defeats into victories.

"Lord Garion."

"How do you think the workers' movement should go on in the future?"

"The workers' movement should be propagandized not only among the workers, but also in the army, and the armed uprising to seize power and build a country with communism at its core is the most important thing." Stop thinking about legal struggles through parliament, if the capitalists and politicians were willing to play by the rules of the game, you wouldn't have lost so badly. ”

"You're so lucky that a devil like you can live to this day."

For Garian's thoughts, Ernest needs some time to digest in addition to being shocked.

"But what you're talking about, I think it's doable."

"It's hard to say."

Garion joked, "Who knows if the enemy will be ambushed outside the door and shot as soon as I step out the door." ”

Bakunin hid diagonally across the street corner, staring closely at Carlisle's villa with a complicated expression. He had been following him from the moment he stepped out of the hotel, hoping to find a remote and uninhabited place to shoot him unconsciously, but when he saw Garian follow a group of London literati and writers through the door, he felt troubled.

He couldn't have rushed in and killed everyone, and then Bakunin couldn't even stay in London.

Like a jackal hiding in the shadows, crawling and ready to attack at any moment, just wait for the right moment to show its fangs.

It's not too late to wait until the banquet is over.

In addition to Bakunin, there were two gunmen who assisted in the assassination attempt, and they were both full of hatred for Galian, because of this man, they lost their friends and comrades, and were exiled to France, never allowed to set foot on French soil.

They came here to settle this account with Gallian.

"Your Excellency Bakunin, how long are we going to wait here?"

The tall man asked impatiently, "Why don't we rush in and kill them, lest we have too many dreams at night." If we wait like this, when will it end? And at that time, I saw that the Russians who followed Garion into the villa looked like they were from a military background, and it was very likely that other things would happen if such people stayed here. ”

No matter how much the two tried to persuade him, Bakunin was unmoved, he had other thoughts in his heart, and patiently explained, "London is our last foothold, and we can't lose our last base because of this incident." So our goal is only for Garion, and we can't involve anyone else. Perhaps Napoleon III has now begun to pressure the Foreign Office to hand over the anti-imperialist elements, and if we take a wrong step at this critical moment, perhaps tomorrow we will be on the ship back to Paris and go back to the penal code. ”

The British government was willing to take these people in because they saw in them the possibility of overthrowing the regime of the Second Empire. Almost all of Napoleon III's enemies, from the Loyalists, Orleans, Republicans and Revolutionaries, fled to the land of London to await the time for a counteroffensive.

The other two had a dark heart, they would rather die in the Hakka village than be executed like a dog on the street, it was really terrible.

Bakunin continued to infuse the two with Ecstasy, "Find the culprit and kill him, so that we can give an account to the dead Proudhon's followers, we all lost friends and relatives in that terror, and this blood account must be paid by Garion himself." Killing him would be a fatal blow to Napoleon III, because one of his most important pieces was eliminated by us. ”

The impassioned answer made the others clench their revolvers in their hands, and as soon as the figure appeared in the doorway, they would not hesitate to shoot out the six bullets in the nest.

While the two were still discussing how to proceed, Bakunin saw a crack open in the closed door, and one after another people came out of the door, and Carlisle stood in the doorway, shaking hands with everyone.

"Shut up."

Bakunin suddenly spoke, interrupting the chatter of the two behind him, and he made a silent gesture and said, "Shhh ”

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