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The horse-drawn carriage swayed along the bumpy brick road. Garion sat in the corner, and in this age of under-communication, he could feel the oppression that was in the spotlight — well-dressed "gentlemen" talking about his articles and smiling knowingly.

Of course, they also tried to keep their voices as low as possible to avoid letting the ladies around them hear the inappropriate content they talked about. What was even more surprising to them was that the news censorship department turned a blind eye to the report, and had no intention of seizing it at all.

"Hmph."

The priest was visibly unhappy with the explicit topic that the men were discussing, and unconsciously snorted. The other men, seeing the priest's serious expression, also stopped communicating. And pouted.

Garion just stared at the scene in front of him without saying a word, and felt a little ridiculous. The old diehards always cling to the moral precepts of the past, but they never thought that the times were advancing.

"The world is declining, and morality is declining."

The priest held the cross on his chest and said in a deep voice, "The Lord will punish such a vulgar person, and will never allow a vulgar fellow to corrupt the moral order of Paris." ”

Garian knew that the vulgar person the other party said was himself, and he didn't say anything, just said in a joking tone, "No matter how vulgar it is, is there anything more vulgar than the priest of **?" At least people are human beings, and some of the people who serve God openly and honestly are brutes in human skin. ”

Garion's voice was neither loud nor small, just as the priest could hear it, and the other party had a gloomy face and glanced at him with a look of disgust. He didn't hesitate to push his indifferent gaze back.

"Are you questioning the Lord?"

"I don't question what I've never seen, but I question what kind of bad things servants who serve the Lord devoutly."

"Shut up!"

The priest finally couldn't hold back his anger.

The carriage stopped at the end of the street in front of Baudelaire's house, and Garion stood up, bowed slightly to the priest, and smiled.

He whispered sarcastically, "Honorable Father, I didn't mean to any one in particular, why do you have such an angry look? No matter how shameless I am, I also have my own moral bottom line, I'm afraid that some people don't even have a moral bottom line at all! 1”

Garion uttered the words out loud, and almost all eyes were on the priest. In front of everyone's eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he had no choice but to restrain his original anger, and turned into a calm and breezy look. Hold the cross in your hand and say no more.

Before Garion stepped out of the carriage again, he turned to the priest behind him and said, "By the way, I am the vulgar Garion of the priest's mouth, remember my name, because from now on, you will see it many times." ”

As soon as Garion stepped out of the carriage, the gentlemen in the carriage erupted into a whispered discussion and pointed at him, leaving only the priest looking at the distant figure with a complicated expression.

"What a shameless literati."

"God will punish you."

Garian's purpose this time is to visit Baudelaire, and Baudelaire is also planning to visit his family.

So when he opened the door, he saw that the other party was standing at the door of his house, the knuckles of his fingers suspended in mid-air, and he had not yet knocked on the door.

"Garion, why are you here? We're trying to get to you. ”

"I also happen to have something to ask Monsieur Baudelaire."

Baudelaire looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression, made a way for the other party, and made a gesture of please, "Let's talk about something first." ”

As soon as Garion stepped into Baudelaire's drawing-room, Turgenev stood up to greet him.

As soon as Baudelaire closed the door, he began to ask impatiently, "Did you write that article on that subject?" ”

Garion admits very honestly, and says, "yes, I wrote it, what's wrong?" ”

"My friend, what's wrong with your brain? Do you know that the Catholic Church has a great deal of secular power to make such a stupid move? Even our government, including the censorship department, has to respect their opinions. Your proposal doesn't mention churches, but don't you know that they will never let it happen? ”

After Baudelaire received another affirmative answer, he finally couldn't help but burst out, and continued to accuse, "My friend, this is for your own good, you are offending a force that cannot afford to offend, listen to me, before the matter is too big, withdraw the article, stop it." You have fame and fortune, and you can't do some meaningless actions. ”

Garion shook his head firmly, and he said disdainfully, "Withdrawn? Why withdraw? I'm not doing it for fame and fortune, I'm doing something for Paris, you hear me, and this is only the first step, there will be more to be revealed, and I will not back down because of a Catholic force, just as the revolutionary party was not afraid of bullets and hanging! ”

"You're really ......"

"There's no cure, is it?"

Garion smiled slightly, laughing at himself and said, "I'm afraid this is the last bottom line of what they call 'shameless literati'." ”

Realizing that he couldn't persuade the other party at all, Baudelaire had nothing to say but to shake his head and give up, and he said with regret, "You'll regret it, Garion." It's true. ”

"I'll just say it bluntly, I'm here to find His Excellency Turgenev this time."

Garion crossed Baudelaire, walked up to Turgenev, who had not spoken, and said directly, "Your Excellency Turgenev, I heard that you know Mr. Mendeleev?" ”

Turgenev hesitated for a moment, as if wondering where he had heard the name. But I can't think of the other party.

"This is the associate professor at the University of Petersburg, who has a long beard and hair, and is now in Karlsruno, Germany." ”

"I remember."

Turgenev patted his head and said excitedly, "So you said him, what's wrong?" ”

Garion said modestly, "I'd like to ask you to introduce me to me once." ”

Baudelaire prick up his ears vigilantly, rushed in front of Turgenev and asked, "What for?" ”

Garion didn't shy away from saying, "Let him help design and produce the safety T. ”