When he saw the familiar street scene on his doorstep, Garion knew that his day of horror had finally passed, and the distance between setting foot on Parisian soil and returning to his accommodation had taken him a full day. Princess Mathilde almost took him on a day trip to Paris.

Aldi looked at the back of Mathilde's carriage and stuck out her tongue and said, "I don't like this bad woman at all. ”

"Me too."

Balanchi said with a sigh of relief, "She's too sinister to make people feel like this, has Princess Mathilde always been like this?" ”

"It's not."

Garion said slowly, "It's just that today just happened to show you the side of the imperial dictatorship. Let's go, we're safe for the time being, I still have the value of contributing to Paris now, and I'll be fine for the time being, but Alde, you need to keep a low profile for a while. Although they say so, they are probably also staring at you, afraid that there is a connection between you and the Republicans. ”

As he explained, Garion took out the key and prepared to open the door, but when he opened the door, he was surprised to find that he had been out of Paris for nearly a year and a half, and the letters that had been stuffed through the crack in the door were almost piled up into a small hill.

The contents of each letter were written in an exaggerated handwriting.

"Hurry up and update me !!"

"Do you still write it???

"If you don't update it, you'll blow your head out with this bullet!!"

Angry readers, a year and a half after the author's work was interrupted, continued to write to Garion every day, threatening to force Garian to revert to the previous serialization by sending blades and bullets. However, he had forgotten what he had written before he left, and simply threw the envelope aside.

Whatever, I don't remember what serials I wrote before, but I can open a new pit openly, this is what Garian really thinks in his heart, I don't know if those readers who are waiting to fill the pit will have an impulse to kidnap and force him to write a book after knowing what Garian really thinks in his heart.

During the time he was away from home, Zola had been helping him take care of his room, so even if it was empty for a year and a half, it was still clean and spotless.

When he returned, Galian was so tired that he didn't even have time to take off his shoes before he fell asleep, and Balanchi and Ardai were placed in another room, and he just wanted to sleep quietly by himself tonight. Otherwise, the toss of two beds in one night is really a sore back and my legs are shaking.

A dreamless night.

The shrill alarm rang as promised, and Garion reached out from the covers to turn off the bell, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and slowly got up from the bed. He started getting up to brush his teeth and was ready to go out to visit his old friends.

He went to the kitchen, only to find that Baranchi and Aldai had already prepared breakfast, waiting for him. Before he could sit down, he was about to take a bite of freshly baked bread when a knock on the door instantly brought him from his stupor.

"What's going on? Has anyone come to visit so early? ”

He himself got up to open the door and saw Zola standing in the doorway.

"Garion, you're finally back, I miss you. In the past few days since you left, everyone has been very worried about you! ”

The other party was stunned for a moment when he saw Galion, and then quickly pounced on him and gave him a warm hug, which made Garion almost out of breath.

Faced with Zola's enthusiasm, he patted the other party's back and whispered, "Okay, okay, let's talk about what comes in." ”

He beckoned Zola through the door and introduced him to his lover Balanchi and his wife Alde. Originally, Garion would have thought that Zola would be surprised by the two people who appeared in his room, but he put his arm around his shoulders and said with a wicked smile, "It turns out that the boiling things in the bar have been rumored recently, I heard that you not only got the dream goddess of the Parisian literati, the daughter of His Excellency Hugo, but also took the whole Parisian man's dream courtesan Balanchi as a lover, and even those guys who claim to be masters of the love field are ashamed of themselves, and many people are secretly cursing you as a winner in life behind your back, So tell me Galion, how did you kill two birds with one stone? ”

"Maybe it's because I'm more sincere and don't trick others,"

Zola glanced at him and asked rhetorically in a disdainful tone, "Do you believe this sentence yourself?" I'm afraid you don't even believe it! If you want to be so sincere, will you still hide the beauty of the house? And one is still hidden, and there are two? Your excuse is so bad. ”

Balanchi and Ardai stood up and said goodbye to go back to the room.

Garion didn't want to continue to delve into this issue, for fear that he would be unlucky if he continued to talk about it, so he quickly changed the topic, "Don't talk about me, let's talk about your life recently." Have you been in touch with Nana lately? ”

Hearing this name, Zola's eyes darkened, shook his head, and said with a sigh, "Hey, don't mention her, a good girl, but she was ruined by the drunken Parisian social atmosphere." ”

Gary was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" ”

However, the other party just chose to remain silent and was unwilling to say more about this matter. The atmosphere at the scene was a little awkward, so he had to beckon the other party to sit down and pour Zola a glass of water himself.

Zola took the glass of water handed by Garion, suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit, and quickly took out a newspaper from his bosom and handed it to the other party.

"You should have looked at this first, a report about you."

Zola said expectantly, "This is the most satisfying report I've ever seen." ”

Garian took the newspaper suspiciously, and as soon as he glanced at the headline, he instantly felt bad.

"The Man Who Symbolizes Freedom Is Back!" 》

Seeing the title, Garion almost spit out all the coffee in his mouth, and the hot caffeine nearly burned his tongue.

Zola asked, "How?" Feeling very creative? ”

Garion held his forehead very helplessly, and said with a wry smile, "Damn, who got the title?" I'd like to have a good chat with this editor! ”

"What the hell is a man who symbolizes freedom??? Do I look so much like that? ”

"What, who? This is everyone's recognition of you! ”

Zola explained, "They all see you as the future liberal leader of the French literati. ”

Garion slapped the table and protested, "Then I strongly demand a different title!" ”