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From late night to early morning, the staff who took the telegram were about to break their fingers, and they didn't dare to stop, because they stood by openly, staring at each other's word by word. Of course, this letter Gallian has also undergone a special setting, some key words are replaced by other nouns, and the telegram shooter who read it was in a fog, stopped several times to ask if Gallian made a mistake in the envelope, but Garion insisted that he send the telegram according to the logically confusing and inconsistent form of the letter.

The long night had passed, the sky began to glow, and the originally silent and deserted long street began to appear crowds, gradually becoming noisy, with the last code falling, the dispatcher finished the long letter, and moved the soreness of the finger joints. Garion, on the other hand, rubbed his reddened eyes and yawned. Moved slightly, and moved the numb legs that had been standing for hours.

"Sir, your telegram has been sent, if nothing happens......"

The staff yawned, his head feeling like a mess, and he couldn't remember exactly what the letter was about.

"Well, there's nothing left to do, thank you."

He took out a shilling and handed it to the other party, saying, "Here's your tip, you're welcome." ”

The dispatcher cautiously took Gallien's tip, a shilling, the largest tip he had ever received, and quickly stood up and nodded at Gallian's waist in thanks.

"But I have one condition, you have never seen me, and you have never seen this telegram, understand?"

Garion lowered the brim of his hat and smacked him before turning and disappearing into the long street. Except for a thin cheque and a shilling, there was no trace of any existence, and even the manuscript paper was taken back and taken away.

Garion returned to the hotel, washed his face and fell on the bed, ignoring the dirty musty smell, he collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

The St. Martin's Cathedral was still deadlocked, and Marxists and other revolutionaries were still arguing over the core power of the First International, and they seemed unwilling to back down.

At this time, the Tuileries Palace was surprisingly quiet, and Napoleon III received the Austrian ambassador Charles Metternich. That is, the son of Clemens, the former Prime Minister of the Austrian Empire, after following the advice of Garion, Napoleon III was gradually changing his attitude towards Austria, and did not regard the Habsburgs as his worst enemy as before.

The two sides had a friendly conversation and a full exchange of views between the two countries, and supported and understood the foreign policy of the two countries, which translates these official clichés into these official phrases - the two officials only tested each other, and did not make any progress or political concessions.

And sometimes, no concession is the biggest concession.

After seeing off the Austrian ambassador, Napoleon III returned to his study, and from time to time he looked up at the garden outside the window, although most of the flowers had withered in the cold wind, and only the bare branches swayed in the wind.

Empress Eugénie stood behind Napoleon III and sighed, since Napoleon III reprimanded her uncle, she felt that her whole personality had changed, and most of the time the husband and wife maintained a silent attitude, and it was no longer the attitude of intimacy at the beginning.

"Your Majesty, Princess Mathilde asks to see you."

When Napoleon III, who was originally depressed, heard his cousin's name, his expression was shocked, and he hurriedly said to the attendants beside him, "Invite her in, hurry." ”

Empress Eugenie, who was standing beside her, had a pale face, and when she summoned her, she still looked sick, and when she heard that the vixen could be alive, it was as if she had slapped herself in the face.

The heartbroken Empress Eugenie didn't say anything, just stood up silently and walked in the direction of the door. However, Napoleon III did not even look at her more.

Princess Mathilde went into Napoleon's study, still with a wad of telegrams in her hand, which she had received this morning, and had not long since arrived before leaving for the Tuileries.

This matter even avoided the French authorities, who did not want to convey the wrong message to the outside world, the Bonapartes were afraid of the revolutionary, but they were scratching their hearts with a hundred claws, and they were always thinking about how to eradicate the revolutionary party in order to prevent future troubles.

"Quick, what does the telegram say?"

Napoleon III took the telegram and a simple cipher reference form, and had agreed with Garion to avoid the eyes of the official embassy and to communicate in encrypted form.

Only the two siblings, Mathilde and Napoleon III, had the right to know about this matter, and it is no wonder that Empress Eugenie was suspicious, thinking that the two had a relapse and a resurgence of their old relationship.

"What the hell is written on it?"

Napoleon III looked at the "stream of consciousness" telegram, which was incoherent and logically confused, and he asked Princess Mathilde to translate it in the correct order and read it.

Although it was only a simple encryption, it took Princess Mathilde nearly half an hour to fully translate the article because there were too many words.

"The situation described in this article seems to be very serious, Your Majesty."

Princess Mathilde held up the manuscript and began to read it slowly, word by word, the whole process stumbling. When she read certain key points, Napoleon III also asked her to pause and write and draw in her notebook to record important information.

Garion's report opened his eyes, he used to call them traitors in general terms, but he didn't expect that this group of rebels was also a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contended, and the many factions were more exaggerated than the well-fed members of the Senate.

Gradually, Napoleon III heard several key points from the report.

The London Workers' International Congress was not simply a meeting to make a report, but to formulate a programme of action and a line to formalize the revolution that would follow.

This was unacceptable to Napoleon III, you have made the revolution a career, and you can still keep your position.

And the second key point directly caused Napoleon III's calm face to ripple, and finally turned into a magnificent wave of anger. The clenched fist slammed into the desk, startling Princess Mathilde.

"Proudhon and his followers, these daring bastards are hiding such evil intentions? I was so kind to these bastards that I should have been sent to the desert of North Africa to be a prisoner! ”

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