The third more

It was as if it was the cold morning of last year.

The long street in the early morning darkness is deserted, and on the empty platform of the train station, a young man and woman stand together, waiting for the first train from Paris. The woman who took off her disguise was relieved, and for the first time in her life, she showed a sincere and relaxed smile, holding the arms of the people around her, her face full of longing and expectation.

The man next to him was holding two suitcases, one large and one small, and he was wearing a black top hat with a wide brim that made it difficult to see his face. When the lights of the train illuminated the dim and unmanned platform, and slowly appeared in front of Garion, he picked up the suitcase on the platform and whispered to the woman next to him, "Let's go." ”

The conductor at the door checked their tickets, the gloomy sky casting a shadow over the brim of his hat, he glanced at Garion and let them step into the carriage.

As the train slowly moved forward in the opposite direction of Paris, Garion let Balanchi take him by the hand, passed through the carriages, came to his seat, and sat down. There were not many people leaving Paris early in the morning, and the whole carriage seemed empty and unoccupied.

Garian placed the suitcase on the luggage rack, then sat Baranchi close to the carriage before leaning against the wooden hard compartment and closing his eyes to rest. After a night of bumps and trepidation, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Escaped from Paris and was temporarily safe.

As the day dawned and the soft daylight seeped through the windows into the train's carriage, after a few pauses, the number of people coming up gradually increased, and when Garion was woken up again by the noise, a kind old man sat opposite him, one of his hands holding the top of the handle of the cane, and a pair of eyes looking at Garion in front of him through heavy lenses.

Garion immediately became alert. And Balanchi also sensed that Garion had woken up, and hurriedly said, "Huh? Don't sleep anymore? ”

"Nope."

Garion shook his head, observing the old man in front of him, not noticing anything unusual.

The other party was the first to speak and said, "Young man, what's your name?" I feel like you're someone I know. ”

"Oh?"

Garion deliberately shook his head, squinted his eyes, and deliberately said in French with a Russian accent, "Your Excellency recognized the wrong person, right?" My name is Lev Davydovich Trotsky. ”

"Listen to your accent, like Russian?"

"Yes, my father was a businessman of Russian origin who did business in Paris."

"It may be that I am mistaken, my name is Ophirantz, and I am a professor of history at the École des Letters, and I met for the first time, Mr. Trotsky."

Then Ophelantz's eyes fell on the woman beside him, and despite some cover-up, Madame Balanchi's beauty and figure still attracted the attention of every man. The people around looked at the lucky man in front of him, Garion, with a mixture of envy and jealousy.

"Who is she?"

Balanchi hurriedly defended, "I'm his friend......"

However, Garion interrupted her directly, interjecting and saying, "We are lovers, Lord Ophelants. ”

After speaking, he also took her hand, clasped her palm with five fingers, and lied to the professor in front of him with a calm smile, "Lovers who are already engaged are ready to get married in two months." Now let's go on a holiday to Dunkirk. ”

"What a coincidence."

"I'm going to go to Dunkirk, too, for King Charles II of Britain sold us for £400,000, but they were driven back to the island," said Professor Ophelants. ”

"Oh, I remember."

Ophelantz clapped his hands, and suddenly remembered where he had seen each other. He said excitedly, "Your Excellency Trotsky, has anyone said that you look like him in particular?" ”

"Him?"

Ophirantz exclaimed, "It's Garion, he's the most famous man of letters in Paris lately, don't you know?" ”

Garion and Balanchi deliberately looked at each other, then both shook their heads at the same time and said, "No, we don't know. ”

"It seems that His Excellency Trotsky still doesn't know enough."

There was a kind of fanaticism in Ophelantz's eyes, and he gushed out, "This hero who dared to declare war on all the old forces, the banner of French democracy and freedom, and even in the eyes of many students, he was a leader-like figure." He even single-handedly shook the power of the Catholic Church and forced the Archbishop of Paris to remove a bishop from office. He's just ...... Hero. And those who advocated equality and freedom about him, although banned by the Paris government, have been circulating privately. ”

“……”

"Wait, you're saying he's a leader?"

"Opinion Leader of the People!"

Hearing this description, Garion's heart chuckled, and even a little crying and laughing, waving his hand and asking, "Is this Garion really as exaggerated as you say?" ”

Ophelantz's appearance reminds Garian of some fanatical cultists, is his book friend also getting closer to the fans of the craft?

However, he said categorically, "By my honor, absolutely." Now even the royal family of Bonaparte is in awe of him, what do you say? ”

"Okay."

Garion laughed and said, "Since he's really as good as you say he is, what do you think he's going to do next?" ”

Ophelantz swore with a look of confidence and said, "He will go one step further and become the hero who leads France forward!" ”

……

At this moment, only Princess Mathilde knew what Garian was doing, because she saw a letter that Zola had brought to Princess Mathilde, and the contents of the letter made her face embarrassed.

"Dear Highness Princess, please forgive me for not saying goodbye. At this moment, Paris has become a dangerous place. Many of the most disgraced elites are looking forward to my disrepute and expulsion from Paris. Yesterday Sir Fred accused me of harboring suspects and falsely reported the case to the police, and then they would start to spread rumors about me and fabricate unsubstantiated incidents, and then incite the court ministers to start discussing my faults, even the charges of association with the revolutionaries, until I lost the trust of the Bonapartes. I will never allow them to slander me, only the courts and axioms are qualified! Their plot will not succeed, and the truth favors every good and upright French people. ”

"How can it be?"

Princess Mathilde slapped the letter on the table and said angrily, "Are these magnates really a decoration for us Bonaparte?" ”

Zola did not dare to speak, he was already intimidated by the momentum of Princess Mathilde. The usually amiable princess looks angry, and it looks like a different person.

Princess Mathilde looked up, glanced at Zola, and asked, "Where is he now?" ”

"I don't know."

Zola shook his head, insisting that he didn't know Garian's whereabouts, "He was worried that something might happen to him if he stayed in Paris, so he fled overnight. ”

Although Garion was only a man of letters, he had a profound insight into the complex political environment of Europe. At least his first prophecy had already appeared.

As Prussia's ambassador to Russia, Bismarck was officially transferred back to Berlin and will serve as ambassador to Paris, France. And this news was like a bolt from the blue for Napoleon III. If, as the article predicted, Bismarck was transferred back to Berlin as chancellor after the death of the current King Wilhelm, the problem would be great.

"Alright, Your Excellency Zola, you can go back first."

Princess Mathilde regained her composure, and although her mind was disorganized and confused, she still needed to show her composure. She made a promise to Zola.

"I will report this matter to Your Majesty, thoroughly investigate this matter, and return Garian's innocence."