The atmosphere inside the carriage became subtle, and Verne was drawn to the topic of Galion.

"Because reality is always more exaggerated than history, and you wouldn't believe it if I said that a mighty German empire would emerge in ten years' time, crush France, and then cause a great war in Europe because a young Serbian boy had killed the crown prince of Vienna by mistake. Just as you wouldn't believe in the near future, syphilis, which has plagued us for centuries, has finally been completely cured. ”

Verne shook his head desperately, he even thought that the ideas that Galian said were very crazy, a unified German Empire? A war in Europe? This is simply alarmist!

As for the cure of syphilis, oh my God, this Verne did not dare to think about it. The "German disease" that has plagued France for generations is simply a nightmare of talking about tiger discoloration, and it is more whimsical to cure it than a black American president.

Before the advent of penicillin, the European medical community had been treating it with mercury, but not only was it ineffective, but patients often died of heavy metal poisoning and complications of syphilis. For example, Monsieur Flaubert, who had just visited, was a victim of this medical treatment, and he had to endure pain for the rest of his life.

In fact, as early as the 17th century, King Charles II's physician Cundham invented the male condom. Its raw material is the cecum of a lamb. This was a global sensation at the time. He was knighted for this invention, and Britain earned a lot of foreign exchange from it. However, due to the limitations of production technology, it is also expensive and cannot be popularized on a large scale.

Charles Goodard had invented rubber vulcanization 11 years earlier, and no one had yet used it in condom production, and Garion was so deplored by this lack that when he returned to Paris, he must find a chemist to work with him to make this great invention beneficial to mankind known to the world.

But who is it better to look for?

Gallien pondered again that the chemists who could be counted in France were either dead or not yet born, and that 1860 was an era of faults.

Although Mendeleev is now living in Heidelberg, Germany, he may not be willing to cooperate with a Russian who rashly seeks out.

Forget it, put this aside in advance, and wait for the exile to be over and then consider it in the long run.

"Lord Garion."

Verne looked at his uncertain face and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Garion suddenly came back to his senses, he smiled awkwardly, and said, "It's nothing, I just thought about something else, by the way, Lord Verne, I just gave an example." You have to think outside the box to write good science fiction. ”

After thinking for a moment, he added.

"Based on reality but not sticking to reality, this is the real literary and artistic creation."

Verne muttered and repeated, and the original twisted and numb thoughts also found a way out and slowly unraveled.

"Based on reality but not bound by reality? I think I know how to do it, thank you, Lord Garion, for your imaginative thinking and talent that is truly admirable, and that you will surely become a superstar in the Parisian literary and artistic scene in the future. ”

Verne exclaimed, "I don't agree with your predictions for the future, but it's very interesting. ”

"Come on, the future of Europe will still be rampant with the White Left Madonna, cherish the present, your country France will die twice in the future."

Although Garian thought so in his heart, he said flatteringly, "Thank you, Your Excellency Verne is also very talented, and if I write a script in the future, I will give you a lot of advice." ”

"Hahahaha......"

Zola, who was silent, watched as the two exchanged business blows, and then the carriage stopped. Galian and Zola stepped out of the carriage and stood in front of the hotel, waving goodbye to Verne in the carriage.

"See you tomorrow, Monsieur Verne."

After the carriage was far away, Garion was about to turn around and walk in the direction of the hotel, but Zola, who was standing behind him, hesitated for a moment and said to Garion, "I'm sorry, Garion, you go back to the hotel first, I still have something to go shopping." ”

Knowing this, Garion just glanced at him and said helplessly, "Go, Zola, don't get into it." Remember, love is sometimes poison, see blood to seal the throat. ”

He silently looked at the other party's back, but he was thinking in his heart why this young man didn't understand the meaning of the previous sentence "You are a good person".

Zola, who had taken a step, paused, then turned back and asked, "Wait, is that what Shakespeare said?" ”

Garion gave him a blank look and said, "Don't push any famous quotes at people, that's what I said." ”

After bidding farewell to Zola, after returning to his hotel room alone, Garion put his suitcase aside and lay on the bed with his eyes closed. After chatting with Verne, some thoughts and ideas were slowly taking shape in his heart.

For example, the glamorous Paris is slowly decaying and fermenting in luxury, and the victory in the Crimean revenge war has made the Tuileries lose itself in joy.

Little could they have imagined that the loose Confederation was slowly coalescing, and that Bismarck, who was still ambassador in St. Petersburg, would return to Berlin in two years and then assemble a strong steel Prussia in three dynastic wars from above.

No one could have predicted what would happen in the next decade, let alone a century from now.

Thinking of this, Garion stood up, and he felt the need to write something, just like Tocqueville's "The Ancien Régime and the Revolution", more about summarizing the past, analyzing the present, and grasping the future.

He also hoped that when future generations talked about him, they would describe him in the same disdainful but agreeable tone as they did about Freud, "I suspect that the French man is not a man of letters, but a wizard!" ”

He got up from his bed, walked over to his desk, and pulled out a stack of paper. Originally, he was going to deliver the manuscript to Goncourt in a few days, but Garion felt that he should be able to slow down the update first.

Readers' complaints? Inexistent.

Editor's reminder? Inexistent.

Can't write a book, let alone procrastinate, and can't be a eunuch? Nor is it even more non-existent.

Anyway, as soon as the decision was made, the blame was put on the news censorship department to clear the relationship, and later generations of authors used this excuse to shirk responsibility and tried and tested repeatedly.

Compared with the great writers who injected water, Garian can be regarded as a much more conscientious, writing stories in a down-to-earth manner, since he can't become the most talented one, at most he has to make himself the most maverick.

The pen was dipped in ink, and a line of headlines was hurriedly written on the manuscript paper.

The Germanic Chariot – The Rise and Fall of an Empire

Then Garion bit the tip of his pen and paused, and after thinking for a moment, he added another line underneath, this story is pure fiction, if there are similarities, it is pure coincidence.

Some are bad tastes, but more are sobering.

"Hehe, "The Sixth Prison" will be released for a while, let the readers in Paris wait slowly, I have opened a new pit."