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It's finally time for the long-awaited day.

Xia Er got up early in the morning and carefully prepared Zuihou once to adjust the mood to the best. After breakfast, he said goodbye to his grandfather, and then got into his little light carriage and galloped out of the city.

As the carriage galloped, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from a bustling and busy city to a rural atmosphere, and the speed of the car became faster and faster.

It was close to noon when the carriage finally arrived in León, a small town dozens of kilometers from Paris.

After Charles got out of the carriage, he looked up at the place.

At this time, it was not as prosperous and modern as it was later, it was just a small town, with few inhabitants and houses, except for a few small country houses and mansions owned by Parisians along the main road.

In the original history, this town became the location of the German occupation forces and the headquarters of the Western Front in 1940, and the Germans requisitioned a villa as the headquarters station. Or maybe that house hasn't been built yet?

Charles quickly shook his head, sweeping away his scattered thoughts.

Following the route map that had been sent to him earlier, he quickly walked to the door of a small inn, then walked in, and then walked to the dilapidated counter.

"How can we help? Mr? A young waiter asked humbly with a smile.

Charles pulled a small badge from his bosom and gently pinned it to his chest. "I need to book a room, preferably in the sun."

If you don't have this little badge, the answer can only be "Sorry sir, it's full today......".

The waiter nodded quickly. "Got it, sir!"

Then he left the counter, "Please follow me, sir!" ”

So, Charles followed him into the inn. Next, they came to the backyard of the inn.

"How many people have come?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"There have been a few, but you're not too late, sir." The waiter replied in a low voice. "There are a lot of people who haven't come."

"Oh."

The waiter led him to the door of the small dining room, which was now closed. "Right here, please come in, I'll go to the front desk first to receive the people who come after."

“zaijian。” Charles said casually.

After the waiter left, he gently opened the door.

Sure enough, there were already a few familiar faces staying inside.

"Oh, our young man is finally here!" One of the attendees greeted with a smile. "Look, he's getting more and more like his grandfather! How's it going, is Monsieur Marquis okay now? ”

"Thanks to you, I've been doing well lately." Charles replied with a smile. In front of these people, Charles doesn't need to be disguised.

Seats have been set up at the long table, and there are not many people attending today. He found a seat and sat down.

"Sir, according to the letter I received, there will be an important person present today, do you know who it is?" As soon as he sat down, Charles whispered to the person next to him.

"Unfortunately, young man, I don't know." The other party shook his head slightly, "We'll see if we'll see later." ”

"That's all it can be." Charles spread his hands.

"My friend, I heard that the Marquis of Treville recently persuaded the Count of Laporta to join us?" The other party suddenly lowered his voice, "Is this true?" ”

Charles smiled, then spread his hands again.

"Well done!" The other party patted his thigh happily, "Well done!" ”

His actions caught the attention of several others, and a few glances swept over Charles.

"Congratulations to you and Mr. Marquis of Treville." They also greeted the Shire.

Charles replied with a calm smile in return.

As time passed, more and more people attended, and it was basically necessary to fill the chairs that had been placed. However, the organizers of the conference have not yet appeared. It was close to twelve o'clock when the meeting was scheduled to start.

Just as everyone was either chatting and catching up, or they were whispering because they were suspicious, the door of the small restaurant suddenly opened again.

The presiding officer of the meeting, Mr. Carrion, walked in with his head held high.

The sharp-eyed Charles noticed that a stranger he had never seen in previous meetings followed him, and walked into the room together.

The visitor was not very old, he looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen years old. He wears a thin coat, small leather shoes, and a small velvet hat on his head, like a young man who has just gone on a journey.

His figure was slightly fat, his face was white and square, with a bit of the outline of the Napoleonic Emperor, and his expression was very calm and serious. When he entered, he glanced around, then nodded to everyone.

Everyone looked at him, but in front of many eyes, he didn't show any discomfort.

Is this the "important person" mentioned in the previous MeMessage? Charles thought to himself.

Carrion cleared his throat and walked to the middle of the dining room, and the young man followed him.

"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure for you to come to this important meeting despite all the difficulties." After stopping, facing everyone head-on, Carrion nodded in acknowledgment.

Charles and the others greeted him at the same time.

"I won't say much nonsense, everyone's time is precious. Let's start our meeting, shall we? He asked inquiringly.

Everyone nodded again.

"Haode, let's move on to the first agenda item first......" Carrion smiled as he looked at the people in the room, his shrewd and sensitive eyes quickly scanning the two rows of attendees. Then he stretched out his right hand and directed everyone's eyes to the young man next to him.

"Let me introduce you to Mr. Joseph Bonaparte. He, as our envoy to Napoleon III Bixia, was specially present at the rally. ”

His words triggered a moment of silence.

Joseph Bonaparte?

Not the one who is dead, but the younger one.

[The "one who has died" refers to Joseph Bonaparte, the eldest brother of Emperor Napoleon and King of Spain, who died in 1844 after many years of exile.] 】

After a moment of astonishment and silence, the room burst into exclamations and cheers, boiling almost instantly.

"Great!"

"Great!"

"God forbid!"

After letting the noisy people vent for a while, the young man waved his hand gently.

The room fell silent immediately.

Is this influence? Is this power?

Charles looked up at the young man in the center of attention, as did everyone else. His face was expressionless, but a trace of thought turned in his heart.

The records in the history books of his previous life flashed vividly in front of his eyes at this moment.

Joseph Bonaparte, full name Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul Bonaparte, was the youngest brother of Emperor Napoleon and the youngest son of King Jérôme Bonaparte of the former Westphalia, born in 1822. He was the future Prince of the Second French Empire and the father of Napoleon V (Napoleon III's son, Napoleon IV, died childless in 1879, and Joseph's son Victor was made head by the Bonapartists and called Napoleon V).

And this person, standing alive in front of himself at this moment, is no longer just a symbol in a book, but a living person!

What a miracle it is!

After the room was silent again, the young man finally spoke again, his tone as steady as before.

"First of all, gentlemen, on behalf of my cousin Louis, I pay you the most sincere respect, as well as ...... Most sincere thanks. He took off his hat and bowed in salute, "We, the Bonapartes, will forever remember your time-tested loyalty in the gray times, and will repay you with a hundredfold gratitude." ”

He bowed very low, as if he wanted to show gratitude with this gesture. "Without your help, the House of Bonaparte would be doomed forever, and with your help we are invincible. Xiexie Ladies and Gentlemen! After this, please continue to move forward hand in hand with the Bonaparte family, the long journey will come to an end, and the crown of the end will be ours! ”

The silence thawed instantly.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire! Everyone in the room cheered almost at the same time.

Everyone cheered so much, was it really because they were excited to see the family members of their idols? I'm afraid that may not be the case. The Bonapartist was never such an idealistic group.

This was to make a good impression on the important people of the future - once the business was as successful as Jihua, this Monsieur Bonaparte would be an undoubted important member of the royal family.

At the same time, in the deepest depths of the hearts of this group of people, their cheers are for the hope that the long-cherished wish will have a complete result.

Since the people of the Bonaparte family dared to appear at such a meeting, it only means that they have judged that the situation is very good, and they are almost at the stage of zuihou.

In this way, how can people not rejoice?

Charles was equally excited.

Wish...... Yes, hope, the hope that the ideal is about to reach the first step.

Charles raised his hand, and his face, which was too young compared to the others, was now "red and full of tears" like everyone else.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire! ”

Long live the power!

In his heart, Charles made up the remaining slogan that everyone wanted to shout but no one shouted.

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The picture above is of Prince Joseph Bonaparte, painted in 1860 during the Second Empire. Although I was almost 40 years old at the time, I could still see that I was a little handsome when I was young, of course, not even one-fifth of our protagonist......

Also, seeing that someone asked a question before, the author made a special statement:

This book has nothing to do with rot, the righteous path and the lily author can accept it, and the man resolutely can't! Please don't guess!

In addition, it is not easy to get a new book, so please help promote it, xiexie!

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