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The failure of the negotiations did not come as a surprise to Archbishop Dalboy, who still had certain expectations of Napoleon III, as evidenced by the fact that Darboy was to officiate at the funeral of Prince Jérôme, and that he hoped that the conflict would be resolved through friendly relations between the Catholics and the Emperor.

However, Napoleon III decisively turned him away, on the grounds that the government could not interfere with the people's freedom of speech, and the angry Archbishop of Paris almost slammed the door. The Catholic Church has lost its last resort to suppress public opinion, and Archbishop Darboy is aware that this sudden attack on the Catholic Church is not as simple as he imagined.

Perhaps Napoleon III was secretly supporting the anti-Catholic movement. And according to Darboy's inquiry, the movement advocate named Garion was inextricably linked to Princess Mathilde.

When Gregory returned to the archdiocese, he ordered everyone not to act rashly. At this time, Catholicism did not want to be the target of public criticism.

It had been a week since Bishop Gregory left angrily, but there was no assassination by hired assassins, and the past few days were spent peacefully.

Even Garion fiddled with his revolver in boredom, complaining about how no one had come to the door to assassinate him.

On the contrary, Zola has not slept well for the past few days, and always feels that someone outside the corridor is staring at the sneaky pry door. So much so that every night before going to bed, he had to lock the door tightly in his chair, otherwise he would really have a nervous breakdown.

After a week of restless waiting, good news came from Turgenev's side.

Mendeleev was willing to meet with Garion and made an appointment for the meeting, in a restaurant near the Louvre.

Hearing the good news, Garion decided to go out in a carriage to meet the other party, regardless of whether Bishop Gregory had hired a killer to wander around, and took Zola with him.

Zola, however, resisted, saying that he was too young to die.

Zola, who refused to go out, was pulled out of the room and forced into the carriage.

Even after getting into the carriage, Zola kept complaining that Gary was in danger.

"Shut up."

Garion rudely interrupted Zola's chatter.

"Do you really think we're going to be assassinated?"

Zola scratched his head strangely and asked rhetorically with a look of course, "Isn't it?" ”

Garion looked at him with a look of defeat, knocked him on the head, and explained, "Bishop Gregory is just an errand runner, and the real mastermind behind it is Archbishop Darboy. Why does the government always take a side-by-side attitude when such a big incident happens in Paris, don't you think this is the most suspicious point? ”

"Hmm...... I seem......

Zolramon wrote books and never cared about these things, but Garion saw more than he did.

"Napoleon III and the conservatives have reached the point where they are at odds with each other, and the reason why he stood by was to knock each other on the side, telling the Archbishop of Paris that the conservatives were nothing without the support of Bonaparte's government. Perhaps in secret, Archbishop Dalboy had already met with Napoleon III and had some arguments, and finally returned to the archdiocese in a rage. Believe me, if this group of people really sent someone to assassinate, it would be a crime of suppression. Do you really think that the Catholic forces are lawless? The archbishop and his followers dared to blackmail a few words, and if they really wanted to do it, did they not give Napoleon III a chance to curry favor with the working class and suppress the conservative forces of the Catholic Church? ”

“……”

Zola had no idea that Garion had thought so far, and finally understood why he had such fear.

Zola was surprised and asked, "So you expected from the beginning that Gregory would not dare to do anything to you?" ”

Garion shook his head, "It's because they have died down since that incident that makes me feel like I've made the right bet, and besides, the archbishop is not the villain with a brain problem in those novels, and he can't even see the situation clearly and send someone to get rid of the opponent, this is a long-term game, I'm afraid it will continue for a while." ”

Despite saying this, Garion always felt uneasy, as if he had set a flag.

While the two were arguing, the carriage had already passed the Louvre and arrived at a rococo-style restaurant near the Louvre Square.

He saw Turgenev standing at the door, anxiously waiting for Galion's arrival, and before he could get out of the car, the other party had already hurried forward and said anxiously, "Gallian, you are already twenty minutes late, and Mr. Mendeleev is impatient waiting inside." ”

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Turgenev."

Garion hurriedly apologized to Turgenev and said, "There was a little incident in the middle, so it was delayed." ”

"Come on in."

Turgenev beckoned the two of them to enter the door, and he whispered to Garion, "Please be cautious when you can speak, Your Excellency Mendeleev is not very easy to get along with." ”

"I see."

Like Poe's fascination with corpses, Mendeleev's obsession with chemistry made him increasingly alienated from everyday life and became an irritable and withdrawn chemist.

Garion walked into the dining room, and under Turgenev's lead, he walked to the corner table, where he saw a young man of his age and a serious face looking down at a piece of papyrus with numbers written densely on it.

"Your Excellency Mendeleev, this is Mr. Garion who wants to meet you."

Turgenev said, "Galian, this is His Excellency Mendeleev. ”

Mendeleev didn't raise his head, but his eyes slanted upward, glanced at Garion, involuntarily pushed his glasses, and said slowly, "Mr. Garion is late. ”

"Sorry, the traffic in Paris is a bit bad."

"Sit down."

Mendeleev didn't bother much with the justification, and he continued, "May I ask Mr. Garion, are you Russian?" ”

Mendeleev was not fluent in French and could only use the few words he could speak in everyday conversation.

"It's not."

Garion shook his head, he felt very strange, and asked, "Why would His Excellency Mendeleev ask that?" ”

The sharp-eyed Mendeleev pointed to the weapon hidden under Garion's coat and asked unceremoniously, "Since you are not Russian, why do you still carry a gun with you to participate in calm negotiations?" Did you shoot me in the head when I couldn't talk? ”