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The effects of the Gallian turmoil had not yet fully dissipated, and the heat and afterglow of public opinion were in the air, and since he had disappeared for two weeks, Great Britain had been subjected to daily intimidation and torture by Napoleon III, and France's threat of a 20 percent increase in tariffs was like a sword hanging over Damorisk.

The train from Berlin finally slowly approached the platform, and Garion stepped out of the carriage, breathing in the cold winter air and sweeping away the filth from his lungs. Each time he re-established himself in the city, his complex feelings for France deepened. He lives cautiously in this peaceful and prosperous world, and he is afraid that he will lose everything if he is not careful.

Taking out his pocket watch from the inside pocket of his coat and glancing at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, and after a night's sleep, Paris was gradually beginning to live, and Garian followed the crowd in the direction of the train station, clutching the only suitcase in his hand.

Stepping out of the Gare du Nord in Paris, he walked to the roadside newspapers, rummaged through his whole body, and took out ten sheng dings and twenty-five su from his body, which was already all his family property. He bought a newspaper for twenty sous, wanting to see the latest news about himself in Paris, but he didn't expect that the headline section he opened was about himself.

"The English Channel is clouded and diplomatic pressure is being launched on Napoleon III over the disappearance of Garion."

Garion read the news in one breath and was amazed, he didn't expect Napoleon III to go straight to London for trouble, could it be that he had risen to such an important position?

When he opened the second edition, it was still news about himself. The title gets original.

"The motherland calls you home!" 》

The proprietor of the newspaper noticed this unusual guest, and seeing that he had been looking at the headline section, he kindly reminded him, "This Excellency is from out of town, right?" ”

"Ah, yes, just from Berlin. May I ask this gentleman, what is going on? ”

The proprietor, an enthusiastic middle-aged man in his thirties, who was not busy with the press at this time, cheerfully explained, "It seems that the gentleman did not know that one of Napoleon III's most important ministers, who was also a well-known writer in Paris, had disappeared in London." Now His Majesty the Emperor is pressuring Great Britain to find this Lord Garion. And there was also a bounty in the country, and if any information about Garion could be provided, the royal family offered a bounty of three hundred francs, and if Garion's whereabouts could be found, a bounty of three thousand francs. Three thousand francs! ”

The boss said with emotion, "If there are three thousand francs, plus the savings I have, I can change a more spacious house for my daughter and wife, and they complain all day that I can't make money, hehe, I'm sorry, this guest, my words are a bit too much." By the way, if you have any information, provide information directly to the Paris police, and once the information is verified, they will immediately pay you three hundred francs, and they will never dare to withhold it, because His Majesty Napoleon has been following the development of the situation all the time. ”

After listening to the boss's story quietly, Garion closed the newspaper, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was short and wearing a patched and worn jacket, and suddenly asked, "Does the boss want to earn a bounty?" ”

"Bounty?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, and then said happily, "We poor people don't dare to hold the idea of getting rich overnight, honestly do the work in our hands, and don't go to the trap and abduction, we are worthy of our conscience." Do whatever you have in mind, but whatever you do, you must be worthy of your conscience after all. ”

"Besides, I don't even know what this Garian looks like, but every day people who come to me to buy newspapers will complain about whether he is a talented man and why he never writes new books again."

Garion forced a smile, he waved his hand, and said, "I may have a clue from this Lord Garion who can take you to collect the bounty, are you willing to accept such a good thing?" ”

The boss paused for a moment, staring at Garyan for a moment and asking, "You're not kidding, sir, are you?" Will you share three hundred francs with others? ”

Garion smiled and shook his head, "It's not that I share the three hundred francs with you, it's that the entire bounty is yours." ”

Lose your marbles.

The boss even thinks that the young man in front of him has gone crazy, such a good opportunity to share with others?

"This is the boss's only chance to make a fortune, are you sure you want to miss it?"

At this time, the boss also put his heart on the sidelines, holding the attitude of believing it rather than believing it, nodded and agreed, "Okay, I will agree to your request now, and go to the Paris police station with you......"

"Not to the police."

"We are going directly to the Tuileries Palace to meet His Majesty Napoleon III. ”

"You...... What the hell are you thinking...... Not to mention meeting His Majesty the Emperor, we can't even pass the Huddle guard at the Tuileries. ”

Garion asked impatiently, "And do you really want this huge bounty?" If you don't want to, I'll go by myself. ”

"Of course."

The huge bounty was a windfall, and the owner of the newspaper decided to go with Garion to the Tuileries Palace.

"My name is Valentine, I don't know your honorable name?"

The boss named Valentine said, "I won't ask for all the bounties, I'll take as much as you want to share with me." ”

"Boss Valentine, you don't need to know my name."

Garion pressed the brim of his hat to hide his face in the shadows as much as he could, and then rode with the curious boss to the Tuileries Palace.

The carriage moved slowly, and the sacred palace in his heart was getting closer and closer to him, and his pupils were constantly expanding. Having grown up in the neighborhoods of the East Quarter of Paris, Valentin has never stepped into this sacred and majestic building as he does today.

The carriage came to a halt at the entrance to the Tuileries Palace, and Garion and Valentin stepped out of the carriage and were about to take a step forward when they were stopped by the guards at the palace gate.

"Who are you? This is the residence of His Majesty the Emperor! ”

Valentin took two steps back in fright, and subconsciously looked at the young man next to him, but Garion's face showed no fear, and he walked straight to the guard, and then took off his hat.

Garion said calmly, "It's me. ”

At that moment, the guard's eyes widened and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise. The stern look on his face instantly turned into respect.

"Can you take me to His Majesty Napoleon now?"