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In June 1860, two important events took place in Paris.

First, the obituary of Prince Jérôme's death appeared in all the newspapers, and the whole people of Paris learned of the death of this coward and memocratic man. Another important thing is that Garion's novel has been interrupted again.

Naturally, the reader was scolded, and they wanted to know how the European plot would play out after the rise of Germany, but when everyone looked through the autumn water, there was no follow-up.

The newspaper's explanation was that the content was "harmonized" by the censorship department, and the reader, of course, did not believe this set of nonsense, and for several days Goncourt felt that someone was wandering near the newspaper office, and it seemed that he still had a brick in his hand, which made him suffer a nervous breakdown for several days.

Because of Garion's break ahead, the bad ending of "The Sixth Prison" has become less acceptable. Although his peers who didn't know Gallian were talking in private, saying that Garion had brought a bad atmosphere of breaking off the watch to the literati in Paris.

All these sourness and jealousy, Garion just laughed. He just likes the feeling that everyone is unhappy but helpless.

The carriage crossed the Alexandrius III Bridge, and at the end of the bridge you could see a magnificent golden dome, and the solemn domed Saint-Louis Cathedral glittered beautifully in the sun. This splendid courtyard-style building houses the last splendor of Napoleon Bonaparte.

Garion pinched the manuscript paper in his hand and looked out the window with a serious expression. Everywhere there were heavily armed Guards soldiers, watching every move in the streets. The funeral of Prince Jérôme raised the alert in Paris to an unprecedented level. Garian was not the only one invited to attend the funeral, and there was another well-dressed but taciturn man in the carriage.

Sainte-Beuve.

As a Parisian venomous literati, he became languishing after being punctured by Garion to reveal the dark past hidden in his heart, and he didn't even dare to look at the young man sitting opposite.

Sainte-Beuve was the first to break the silence, he looked at the manuscript in Garion's hand and asked softly, "What is the manuscript in your hand?" ”

"A eulogy."

The serious-looking young man did not intend to confess to Sainte-Beuve, and he was too embarrassed to ask any further, so he turned the subject in a different direction.

"In addition to His Majesty, the funeral was attended by the Minister of the Interior, Monil, the Commissioner of Police, Espies, the Minister of Finance, Fuld, the Minister of State, and the Minister of State, Louel......"

"Tut-tut, they're all a bunch of big capitalists."

Listening to the names of these well-known financial tycoons and wealthy factory owners, Garion felt that he was attending not a funeral, but a financial summit between the powerful.

"So you know why so many people want to qualify for the funeral with their heads sharpened, right?"

Sainte-Beuve's calm voice was one of excitement and joy, "This is the only time I have the opportunity to come into contact with the many high-level people in France." ”

However, Garion in front of him uneasily played his cards and gave a creepy answer.

"I'm curious if the people of Paris would riot if they were killed by a bomb at the funeral?"

Sainte-Beuve looked at the other party's serious expression, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Hehe, Your Excellency Garion, are you joking?" It's not funny at all. ”

Garion glanced at him and whispered, "It's not a joke, it's just a bad taste." ”

In the midst of their chat, the carriage had crossed the Alexander III Bridge and arrived in front of the Basilica of Saint-Louis, where the solemn-looking high-class men in black three-piece suits were slowly walking in the direction of the huge arch supported by six columns, under the watchful eyes of the guards on both sides.

The scenic cross of the circular dome shines brightly against the clear blue sky.

Many reporters stood outside, set up their cameras, and the magnesium lights flashed like a thunderstorm frantically, taking pictures of these people.

Suddenly, Bolst, fiddling with his camera, seemed to see a familiar figure, but only for a moment, he disappeared into the crowd.

When he looked again, he couldn't find the familiar shadow anymore.

"Strange, why did I seem to see Garion just now?"

Borst tried to get past the guards, but was stopped outright.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, you can't go over."

Bolst gave up his intention to step forward, shook his head, and said comfortingly, "It shouldn't be possible, how could he, a thief like him, who was condemned by the news censorship department, appear at Jérôme's funeral, I must have been dazzled." ”

On the lawn of the Invalides, a group of people waited for the burial of Prince Jérôme's coffin. The vast majority of people did not show a sad look, but a whispering look.

Only the relatives of the Bonaparte family were saddened, and everyone else saw the funeral as a social occasion. They are exchanging benefits with each other.

In the shuttle of black and white figures, Mérimée saw the face that will never be forgotten. He stood alone in the crowd of banquet guests, looking out of place.

Subconsciously clenched his chest, and his shirt was crumpled into folds.

In addition to doubts, there was more fear in his heart.

Fear of the red ghosts that wander the continent of Europe.

"Why is he here too?"

The smile on Mérimie's face slowly froze, as the other party noticed his eyes and nodded to him with a smile. The corners of his mouth were outlined, as if he was mocking the defeated subordinates of his former subordinates.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was standing beside him, looked strangely at the pale Mérimée Councillor, and following the direction of the other party's gaze, he also noticed the young man he had never met, and asked in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, who is he?" ”

However, what he said next made Fuld's expression change suddenly.

"If I say that he is a revolutionary party appointed by the Ministry of Press Censorship and the police department, are you afraid?"

Furd suppressed his voice and said unhappily, "Revolutionary? Are you kidding? ”

"Am I going to joke about it?"

Merimi glanced at him, and said mockingly, "Do you know about the previous newspaper arson and the assassination against me?" ”

He pointed his finger at Garion and said word by word, "It's because of this person that he actually appeared at the banquet......

Think about it!

Looking at Merimé's troubled appearance, Fuld's heart suddenly tightened.

Because of the Orsini incident, the top of the government had become so disillusioned with the Revolutionary Party that Fulder's face turned pale, and he took a few steps forward in a panic, almost knocking down the others around him, and he nervously grabbed the arm of one of the guards despite the gaffe.

The able-bodied guards were all taken aback by his actions and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Minister Fuld? What's going on? ”

He shouted, "Someone, there's an Assassin!" ”