The first update

Just four days after the assassination, the Catholic Church, which had been condemned by public opinion, finally responded, Bishop Gregory was removed from his post and excommunicated for harboring a priest for molesting young children, and Archbishop Darboy personally issued an apology statement, and will conduct a strict internal investigation of possible violations.

This news is really happy for the people.

Zola excitedly held up the newspaper, and immediately a heart-rending pain came from his shoulder, and he bared his teeth in pain.

But he still said loudly to Garion, "You see, these two-legged beasts have finally relented, and this shot was not in vain, oops, it hurts me to death." Garion, you have done a great job, and now the whole of Paris is singing your praises. The guys who scolded you for being immoral before are now all shut up and don't dare to speak. These idiots will only move their mouths, and they will be cowardly one by one if they really want them to do something. ”

Previously, many people had sneered at Garion's denunciation of Catholicism, but now public opinion in Paris was falling in front of him.

The gauze wrapped around his arm, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile and make a triumphant gesture.

Sending these bastards who prostitute 1~Tong to prison finally solved his mind.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have the last laugh, I really want to see what the archbishop's face is now. I will probably feel uncomfortable hearing your name in the future. ”

Garion smiled slightly, brought the oranges to Zola, and pointed to another piece of news in the newspaper and said, "What kind of victory am I, you look at another piece of news, the church donated more than a dozen large properties and real estate in Paris, expressing its willingness to donate to the government to build schools and children's welfare homes free of charge, the Catholic Church has really suffered a lot this time, see?" Napoleon III was the ultimate winner of this contest. The plot to curry favor with the working class is to use Catholic land to build public welfare. ”

Zola was stunned for a moment, and he said hesitantly, "But I heard that Princess Mathilde is holding a fundraiser in the opera house tonight, and the donations will be used to build schools and welfare homes." ”

Garion stuffed the orange into his mouth, bit his cheek up and down a few times, swallowed it in a gulp, and then said, "You see, now that the Bonaparte royal family has saved even the money to build schools and welfare homes, and can be calculated to this point, it is no wonder that the Republican politicians eight years ago were not his opponents." ”

"By the way, this is what Her Royal Highness Princess Mathilde entrusted me to you before."

Zola remembered something, and quickly took out an invitation from the drawer and handed it to Galion.

"What is this?"

"This is an invitation to the fundraiser, and Princess Mathilde hopes you will be able to attend as promised."

Garion took the invitation and glanced at the engraved handwriting, which said that at seven o'clock in the evening, a fundraising ceremony would be held at the Paris Opera.

"I'll go get ready first, if nothing else, tonight's banquet should be very lively."

Garian goes to the tailor's shop to retrieve a tailor-made three-piece suit, the previous one stained with blood, and a new set of clothes for the fund-raising gala. He wants to dress up and look like a qualified rich man as much as possible.

Because the fundraisers held by the Bonaparte royal family were much more political than philanthropic. The capitalists who tried to make the royal family in Paris were like a swarm of insects that swirled around Princess Mathilde.

Paris is more prosperous at night than during the day, and since the relaxation of the curfew in 1852, it has become the most prosperous city that never sleeps in Europe.

Extravagant carriages are parked in front of the Paris Opera, and the brightly lit opera house reflects every radiant face.

The richly dressed gentleman supported the lady beside him, and walked in the direction of the gate of the opera house with a smile and a smile. Tonight's steps into the marble steps of the Opera House are mostly Parisian celebrities.

Ten people were stoned at him, and nine of them were of the earl title.

The superior status made them raise their heads, and the proud capital they possessed made them look at those ordinary people with contemptuous eyes.

Wealth and power have created an insurmountable class divide between them and ordinary people.

It's a wonderful feeling to be a powerful person and trample millions of people under your feet.

In life, who doesn't want to be surnamed Zhao?

As a dog surnamed Zhao, mixed with this group of powerful magnates, Viscount Mifa seemed cautious, and he accompanied him with a smiling face no matter who he saw. He knows very well that in front of this group of "big guys", he is just a cheesy country outburst.

After all, Parisians look at the countryside everywhere.

This time, Viscount Mifa found Espinas as a backer, so he was fortunate enough to come out and meet the world of Paris. He had been so angry with the liar who called himself the Count that a friend had sent a telegram claiming that there was no such person in Paris, and by the time he realized that he had been deceived, Garion had already flown away.

Viscount Mifa swore that the next time he met that guy, he would definitely be broken into pieces!

He was about to walk in the direction of the gate of the opera house, but a familiar figure five or six meters away forced him to stop. Viscount Mifa narrowed his eyes, looked at him carefully through the crowd for a long time, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

That's right, it's him.

Familiar figure, familiar voice and appearance.

You can't go wrong.

The enemy, who had deceived thousands of francs from himself, stood in front of him with a calm face, still looking as if nothing had happened.

A nameless fire surged from the depths of Viscount Mifa's heart, and he clenched his fists and quickly walked up.

If there was a knife in his hand, Viscount Mifa would definitely not hesitate to end up with the other party.

The backer behind him is Espinas, and even if he beats the liar halfway on the spot, he doesn't have to bear any criminal responsibility.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn bastard, I'll give you back a lot of the previous revenge." ”

Garian had followed Princess Mathilde to these parties in Rouen before, but when he actually arrived at the door of the Paris Opera, he felt that the drama he had participated in in Rouen was a world of difference.

Looking at the evening dresses and three-piece suits that came into view densely around him, there was only one word in his mind.

Star-studded.

"If you light a fire at the Opera House, I'm afraid tomorrow Paris will be in chaos tomorrow."

Evil thoughts flashed through Garion's mind, wondering if there would be a revolutionary party secretly staging a French version of the "gunpowder conspiracy".

However, Garion's fantasy was interrupted by a sudden conflict, and a noisy man rudely pushed the others in front of him away and rushed towards Garion menacingly.

"Huh?"

Before he could fully react, he had already pushed the others away and rushed in front of him in three or five steps.

"Bastard, I've finally got you."

The man rushed forward noisily, picked up Garrian's sleeve, and said angrily, "You liar, give me back the franc you cheated from me!" Otherwise, I won't make you survive enough tonight! ”

The rough actions attracted the attention of the others around them, and their eyes gathered in front of the two of them,

Garion also recognized the rough man in front of him for the first time, Viscount Mifa, who had been played hard once in Rouen before.

He calmly looked at the annoyed Viscount Mifa, and said quietly, "What francs?" I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid you've mistaken someone. ”

"I can't be wrong, I can recognize your appearance when you turn to ashes."

He gritted his teeth, anger pooled in his chest, and the scene of being ridiculed in Rouen before came to mind, ignoring the surprised and disgusted eyes of the people around him, and said word by word, "Remember the name? Dear Count Garion! ”

"And, damn liar!"