Pinar had thought that this matter would be very tricky, and although Prince Jérôme had specifically told him to show mercy to the young man, it was difficult for him not to leave a handle when the evidence was conclusive.

However, when Miral himself said that he did not know what relationship between Garian and the man who had the operation, the judge, who had no fluctuation on the surface, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the favor of the man who was going with the flow of water was safe.

At this time, everyone in the courtroom focused on the judge, and at this time, the witnesses recanted all the previous testimony, and the opposing lawyer was desperate.

Originally, the Paris police department thought that the verdict was certain, but it took a 180-degree turn.

After listening to the reports of the defense lawyers of both sides, Pinar pronounced the verdict and made the final decision.

"Although the defendant assisted the offender to escape without his knowledge, he still has an unshirkable responsibility. The defendant was therefore sentenced to expulsion from Paris for one month, effective three days later. ”

The sentence was simply merciful compared to imprisonment and permanent expulsion from France, although it was only a temporary expulsion to preserve the face of the Empire.

Garion looked at Pinar calmly, and the Second Empire was no longer convicted of violating the law. For example, the judge who tried Flaubert in the Sixth Court, when he denounced the book "Madame Bovary" as debauchery and debauchery, wrote five or six erotic novels behind his back, until it was later revealed, and the morality of the Second Empire amazed the Parisian crowd.

Only Merimé and others shook their heads in regret, regretting that the court did not give Gallian the most severe sanctions.

Mérimée held his chin in his hands and watched the other man's back, and he sensed that from now on he and the young man would have a long fight.

Baudelaire and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and it was a blessing in misfortune to be able to achieve such an ending. The vast majority of the republican literati who had been sentenced to expulsion went into exile in England, where they remained for nearly a decade before returning to Paris.

Garion stepped down from the defendant's seat, shook Gambida's hand, nodded and said, "Thank you, Counsel Gambi." ”

"Don't rush to thank me."

Gan Bi's eyes gestured to Baudelaire and Zola behind him, and said, "Thank you if you want to thank those two, since you were imprisoned, they have traveled all the way to find everyone, just to get you out." ”

Garion looked at Baudelaire, he stepped forward quickly, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, Lord Baudelaire, and you, Zola. I really feel like you guys. ”

"Go home, Galion."

Zola's eyes were bloodshot, and after several days of running around, he hadn't slept well for days.

Baudelaire smiled, patted Garion on the shoulder, and said with relief, "It's good that you're okay, I don't want the literary scene in Paris to lose a rising star." ”

"You actually call a brazen literati a rising star? Sir Baudelaire, does your eyesight decline with age? ”

A shrill sarcastic voice rang out from behind Garion, and seeing Baudelaire's look of disgust, Garion turned around.

At this time, Mérimée stood in front of him like an evil witch and looked at Garion coldly. Angry and frustrated, he is trying his best to maintain his ridiculous dignity.

"To be honest, I am very disappointed with the outcome of the trial, a shameless literati who intended to subvert the empire and colluded with the traitorous party, in the end, only ended up with a light end, all thanks to the last change of words of that witness, right?"

The haughty Mérimée stepped forward, his hands in the pockets of his black satin breeches, and said with a sneer, "But you won't be complacent for long, the noisy wild geese will be the first to be aimed at the muzzle of a shotgun." ”

Mérimée made a gesture of pulling the trigger and threatened, "Then be the first to be hit." ”

"Merimé, you're enough!"

George Sand, who didn't plan to interject, got up from the bench and said angrily, "If you are looking for something, you have to distinguish the occasion, right?" ”

Garion waved his hand, signaling George Sand not to get excited.

This is the first time he has faced the author of "Carmen", with an angular face and a high nose that outlines the deep eyes. In particular, the black velvet jacket with a silk vest gives people a noble and elegant calm.

However, this is the same gentleman who, in his works and letters, unreservedly and freely denigrates the republicans, portrays them as peace-destroying thugs, praises the oppression of the people of Paris by the Bonapartes, and turns his talents into weapons against the party and the other.

"May I ask you, the poet who sang the praises of the tyrant of the dictatorship, the sexually imperfect man, the traitor of the pioneers of the Enlightenment, the villain who coveted glory and wealth, the great party of the same party, the honorable and shameless man of letters, His Excellency Mérimée?"

This series of humiliations made Mérimée's face change instantly, and he gritted his teeth to refute, but he didn't know how to speak. In the end, after a thousand sentences were brewing, just one word was squeezed out.

"You!"

"I have no interest in arguing with you here, Lord Mérimée. I have more important things to announce! ”

However, Garion didn't pay attention to the other party, he turned around and strode towards the door. He will proclaim the victory of righteousness to the world.

Mérimée stood behind him, looked at the tall back, and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn hillbilly, I see if you'll be so lucky next time!" ”

The door of the courtroom slowly opened, and the long-awaited reporters rushed up, waiting anxiously for the verdict to end.

Seeing that Garion had come out, they realized that he had won the case. Everyone hurried up the steps to greet the acquitted poet and throw out the questions they had carefully prepared for a long time.

"Mr. Garion, how are you feeling right now?"

"In what way will you defend your rights and interests in the court's previous unfair judgments?"

Garion looked at the reporters who were rushing up the steps and said in a loud voice, "This is a victory for justice and conscience, and we have defeated the evil plot of those who are trying to persecute an innocent person." But! ”

As soon as Garion shifted, everyone focused and listened to him continue.

"The court of conscience has not yet pronounced its verdict, and here I am going to accuse those people, those who have joined forces to create this unjust case."

The audience was in an uproar.

This young man who dared to speak the truth was an eye-opener for the whole of Paris.

"I indict the vile and shameless Lord Mérimée, who, in the most vicious language, curses those who fight for the truth and for freedom, and slanders and spreads rumors about their exploits."

"I complain to the Paris police that they have done an evil investigation, I mean the most terrible biased investigation, in which we see in the latter's report a monumental monument to the innocent bravery."

"I complain to the Central Prison that they are torturing every poor prisoner and executing them in a brutal and inhumane manner! In order to keep everyone's mouth shut! ”

"I sue the false whistleblower, who has no conscience and sent an innocent and kind person to prison!"

"I accuse the press, especially in the Herald, of launching a horrific campaign to mislead public opinion and cover up their mistakes."

"I faced all of this voluntarily. As for the people I accuse, I don't know them, I have never met them, they are only entities to me, only the spirit of the evil of society. What I have done here is only a means of a revolution to bring truth and justice to the world. ”

"My protest in full swing is nothing but the cry of my soul. Bring them to the court of conscience, and let the investigation take place in the light of day! ”

Garion turned his head and saw Mérimée standing behind him, trembling with anger.

The first name he mentioned just now was himself!

Mérimée, who could no longer maintain a noble and elegant image, turned pale, and he cursed angrily, "You damn bastard! ”