Although Mendeleev will also discover the law of the elemental cycle in 1869, the concept of going to fame ten years early and postponing fame by ten years are two different concepts. Especially for a young professor like Mendeleev, who is bent on making a name for himself in the field of chemistry, he is eager for an opportunity to make a name for himself.

And Garian gave up this opportunity in front of the other party, and Mendeleev had no reason to refuse. So he agreed to Gallián's invitation to improve the rubber vulcanization technology.

After solving the most critical problems of the whole plan, the last step was to discuss the details of cooperation with Princess Mathilde. This kind of business problem, he finally plans to get rid of the shareholders and leave it to professionals.

Eventually, Mendeleev and Garion sat down at the same table and had a less friendly but more congenial meal. However, he finally realized that this chemist with a quirky personality often held a piece of manuscript paper and wrote and drew on it, and Garion glanced at it, but saw that all the dense formulas were incomprehensible.

At that moment, he even regretted that he had returned the chemistry knowledge he had learned to his teacher when he was a student too early, and he didn't even have the opportunity to talk and laugh.

"By the way, Lord Garrian."

Just as he was watching intently, Mendeleev suddenly raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, and looked the other man in the eye.

"When I was still living in Germany, I heard that you had written an article about the current situation in Germany, and it is said that the analysis of the article was so penetrating that it even attracted the attention of the German authorities, and even the regent Wilhelm. I wondered, what would you say about my country? ”

Turgenev, who was sitting on the side, gave him an embarrassed look, after he found out that Mendeleev had a conservative tendency, so he quickly gestured to Garion, who was sitting diagonally opposite, and asked him to change the subject.

Garion didn't see Turgenev's eyes, and looked at the stereotypical chemist in front of him, as if he saw a completely different side of him. But he didn't dare to say much, just like a man would always get along with women when he talked about it, and when he talked about politics, he would fight. Mendeleev tended to be conservative in politics in his youth, so he had to pick out some innocuous topics to bring over. However, he did not expect that his article would attract the attention of the first king of the future Second German Empire, and he was very surprised.

"Do you speak of Tsarist Russia? It is estimated that by October this year at the latest, a draft decree on the emancipation of serfs will be drawn up, and it will be formally approved by March or April next year at the latest. ”

"Emancipated serfs?"

Mendeleev crossed his hands on his chin and said with interest, "Although there is social turmoil in Tsarist Russia now, it is not enough to abolish serfdom, right?" In this way, will Russia not destroy its own foundations? The tsar is not stupid, how could he do this! ”

Garian looked at the young and vigorous guy in front of him and decided to knock him without moving.

"Yes, the tsar is indeed not stupid. However, if serfdom had not been abolished, he would have died much earlier. ”

"In the last two years, there have been nearly 300 peasant uprisings in Tsarist Russia, and the radical revolutionaries represented by Chernyshevsky and Herqin have vowed to depose serfdom and overthrow the Tsar, and this force is gradually expanding. But if it were up to the government to depose serfdom, then the tsar would at least be given a suspended sentence, and he would not be overthrown so quickly, and his rule would continue. But if it were up to the revolutionaries to announce the abolition of serfdom, except for the great nobles who were hanged on telephone poles, I am afraid that the entire family of the last Tsar would be sent to meet his allegiance to God! ”

On the point of revolution, Garion also had to admit the fierceness of the Slavs, most of the French writers were invincible, while Russian writers often served as revolutionaries, leading the democratic revolutionary uprising with real knives and guns.

"Nonsense."

Mendeleev couldn't take it anymore, and he shook his hand and put an end to the unpleasant topic. In a kind of playful irony, he said, "If you say so, will our Tsar be guillotined like your King Louis?" ”

"No, no, no, it won't."

Just as Mendeleev's face softened slightly, Garion added in a whisper, "No, according to the tradition of revolutionaries, I am afraid that his entire family will be executed with bullets." ”

“……”

While Garion and Mendeleev were still discussing the details at the wine table, a pair of resentful eyes were looking at him through the busy street of pedestrians.

A middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, dressed in a gray coat and an unsymmetrical tawny waistcoat, with cigarette butts under his feet, had been waiting here for nearly an hour since he had been following Garrian.

He could not forgive this man for insulting the Catholic Church, in his opinion, those sarcastic revelations of Garion were a mockery, and the Catholic Church in Paris was a ** place to play with young children.

This is unbearable for a devout believer.

He pulled the cigarette case out of the pocket of his coat and opened it to realize that he had just finished smoking the last cigarette. Annoyedly, he threw the box on the ground, his palm caressing the silver cross hanging from his neck.

The wolf-like eyes were staring closely at the young man in the dining room, and a revolver was also pinned to his waist under the gray coat.

It's just an old-fashioned card-shell projectile revolver, but it's enough to take people's lives.

In the past few days, he has been looking for an opportunity to start, and he has been waiting for nearly three days, and he is not in a hurry for this small moment. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the assassination was a completely spontaneous and personal act, and he wanted to prove his loyalty to the church with his blood.

His palms were so wet that he could even feel the pressure of his heart in his chest, and he bit his lip in an attempt to calm himself down, blaming all his misfortunes on Garion's article, which in the eyes of the "pious" Catholic was a true heretic.

Heretics must die!

The man put his left hand on his waist, and the moment the other man walked out of the hotel, he would not hesitate to draw his gun and shoot, shooting the bullet into his chest.

The faithful who waited silently drew a cross on his chest and muttered, "Hail Mary." ”

"May the Lord bless me."