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Garion locked himself in his room, isolating the sound of playing cards and snoring next door, and the world was quiet as if he was the only one left.

The surroundings were enveloped in a raging darkness, leaving only a dim light to illuminate an area in front of the desk.

It's as if only the tip of the pen is left smooth on the paper.

"I have seen, and seen, that the Proudhonists are actively involved in a conspiracy that spans half of Europe, claiming to be the leaders of the revolutionaries in Europe, whose ultimate goal is not only to overthrow the French Bonaparte, but to lead the revolutionaries of all Europe, the proletariat, to cut off the heads of the monarchs... This so-called Communist International Congress was a tool for them to co-opt allies and suppress dissent. Blanqui, who advocates the secret revolution, is just a cold that doesn't hurt in front of this group of tumors. In a few years, they will quickly grow into a huge force with the help of this conference, enough to become a great threat to the countries of Europe. ”

"We have reason to believe that the rebels who advocate the idea of violent revolution are far less harmful than the so-called Marxists, who are secretly accumulating strength in the name of peace. They are like time bombs lying in ambush, which will suddenly explode at some point and eventually turn into a catastrophe that will sweep through France. ”

It took nearly three hours to write a political report of nearly 2,000 words.

This selective report will be sent directly to Napoleon III's desk for his reference.

Using all the threatening modifiers, Garion portrayed the Proudhonists as potential forces ready to break out at any moment. To add insult to the fire, the London Conference was likened to a "gunpowder conspiracy" of the revolutionaries.

He took out his pocket watch, only to find that it was already two o'clock in the evening, and the hustle and bustle had gradually dissipated.

He folded the paper and prepared to put it in the envelope, and just as he was about to get up, he suddenly noticed a problem.

It would be too long to send a letter back to the country, and the meeting would probably end in a few days, and if the Proudhonists overwhelmed the voices of the Marxists, the timeline would enter an unknown era. Perhaps the communist movement will have to grope in the dark for a longer time.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Telegraph.

It occurred to Garian that the quickest way to convey information was by telegram.

So he hurriedly put down his pen and got up, picked up the coat on the coat rack, and prepared to go to the post office to take a telegram and send the envelope back directly in the form of a telegram.

Telegram is not only the quickest way, but also the most expensive. To send a letter by telegram is a squander that only a particularly rich madman would dare to squander.

However, the last thing Garion lacks now is money, and the previous serialization has brought him a lot of pound income every year, and the funds in the Reich Bank account have not been touched since the last time he left London.

He dressed and went downstairs, when the night in London was quiet and deep, and the Victorian period was full of spiky Gothic buildings with sharp towers that seemed to puncture a hanging moon. The cackling of the car running over the bluestone brick streets, the occasional barking of dogs in the distance, and then the silence of darkness was drowned again.

The rickety drunkard who was drinking with a wine bottle greeted him, and the smell of alcohol from his body made him cover his nose involuntarily. Garian barely could make out a word from his slurred muttering.

"Tonight, the hunters will join the hunt..."

And Garion seems to be a hunter walking through the dark forest, quietly following his prey, ready to open his fangs at the most opportune time.

The street lamp in front of the post office illuminated the sign, and Garion walked into the telegraph room, waking up the staff who were dozing off on the table and explaining what he was trying to do.

"Do you want to make a telegram?"

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, there must be something urgent about shooting telegrams in the middle of the night, he looked at Garian's slightly shabby outfit, and said to Garian through the window, "Is there enough money?" Tapping telegrams can be expensive. ”

"Of course you've got enough."

Garion took out the manuscript paper from his pocket, handed it to the other party, and said politely, "That's it, trouble as soon as possible, urgent." ”

After the staff took the manuscript paper, they were instantly stunned. It was full of dense words, and at first he thought the other party was joking, but when he asked again to confirm that it was not a joke, the original sleepiness suddenly dissipated.

"You're not kidding, sir, are you? It's a very expensive manuscript, and you have to write it in the form of a telegram instead of a letter? ”

Garion replied very seriously, "That's right, in the form of a telegram. Please hurry up, the sooner this manuscript arrives, the less damage you will have......"

"What about you...... Is there enough pounds? ”

The staff cautiously asked, "If this manuscript is to be photographed, it will cost at least thirty, oh no, forty pounds...... Forty pounds is not a small amount, I don't know ...... sir."

He looked at it for a long time, and made sure that Garion couldn't get forty pounds out of his pocket.

What is the price of forty pounds? An average male employee in Britain earns only about £80, and a telegram costs a person nearly half a year's income.

The person who dares to spend money so crazy definitely doesn't care about his monthly income and expenses.

"How is it possible to come out on a big night with so many pounds with you, waiting to be robbed?"

Impatiently, Garion pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, and after writing down a string of numbers on it, he tore off one of them and handed it to the other party.

"I only have the checkbook of the Imperial Bank, do you take it? If you don't accept me, I'll find someone else. ”

Imperial Bank.

Hearing the name, the staff was stunned.

He took the check with trembling hands, checked it repeatedly, and after making sure that it was not a forged check, he quickly sat down and began to get busy.

How could a man who could casually pull out an Imperial Bank cheque book be an ordinary person.

In the face of rich people, he didn't dare to show arrogance.

But the staff still reminded one last sentence, "Sir, once the telegram is sent, it cannot be ......"

"Of course I do, don't be verbose."

Garion looked at the staff who had carefully sent the telegram and said disdainfully, "Do you know how much pounds the contents of the letter are worth?" ”

The staff didn't dare to answer, just shook his head, to be honest, he was also depressed in his heart, how many shillings is it worth to send a letter? Is it worth the trouble to shoot your hair?

Garion said coldly, "This long letter in your hand is related to the future of a country!" That's tens of millions of pounds and francs! ”