"Presumptuous!"

Hearing Garion's sarcasm, Dudley's face turned purple, and he hurriedly glanced at the Count of Paris beside him, who also looked embarrassed. He didn't expect Garion to dare to boldly uncover the scars of the Count of Paris, and he dared to sprinkle salt on this dusty past that no one wanted to mention. It's simply that there is no one in the woods, lawless!

However, Garion did not stop his poisonous tongue, leaning against the threshold, and continued slowly, "Is there anything wrong with what I just said? The July Dynasty was already cold at the time of the Revolution of 1848, and you idiots are still thinking about restoring the Orleans dynasty? Wake up, what do you rely on to restore, a mouth? Restoration of mouth cannons? For God's sake, can I beg you to recognize the reality and go into exile and be an exiled widow? But I'm still thinking about the idea of playing France, what are you dreaming of? Do you think that Europe will form an anti-Napoleonic alliance for you, and send you back as emperor after defeating the Bonaparte government? Do you think you are Bourbon orthodox? ”

The Count of Paris was so angry that his cane-holding hand was trembling, and he said angrily, "Shut up, my Great Orleans dynasty has not perished!" One day, I will set foot on the soil of Paris as a monarch, and then I will show my opponents what it will mean to offend me! ”

"Hey, pull it down."

Garion gave him a blank look and asked rhetorically, "Do you really think you're the Duke of Pierce?" Why, are you ready to follow his example and let all the enemies who oppose you die on the stake? Count of Paris, can you save yourself some snacks, remember. France does not belong to any one person, it belongs to the French people. Can you, the shrouds in the piles of historical graves, cover your coffins and stop wandering around? ”

Garion raised his voice, fearlessly confronting the other man, he wanted everyone else to hear the action, and the more onlookers there were, the safer he became. The devil knows what's going on in the minds of these royalists, and never overestimate the other party's lower limit.

The quarrel at the door grew louder and louder, and even Mr. Marx, who was next door, heard the movement and opened the door and poked his head out to understand the situation. He saw a lavish carriage parked in Garion's doorway, and two other people standing in his doorway, seemingly arguing over something. So he subconsciously walked out and stepped forward to help.

The Count of Paris was speechless for the first time, and Garion shook out all the that the Orleans Party had done. The angry Count of Paris wanted to pull out a gun and kill someone.

"You, you, you!"

Dudley hurriedly stopped the Count of Paris, who was about to raise his cane, and advised, "Calm your anger, Your Majesty, don't be impulsive, this is not France, and you have to take care of it." We have been kicked out of Paris, should we be driven out of London now? ”

"It's still Your Excellency Dudley who understands the overall situation, and the Count of Paris has lived for so long and hasn't figured out the truth of being a man."

Garion knew that the other party didn't dare to make a move, so he said more sarcastically, "What are you, I'm sorry, I'm going to hang a sign at the door in the future: royalists and dogs are not allowed to enter!" ”

"Well said."

The Count of Paris heard echoing and approving voices behind him, and he turned his head to see a bearded man standing behind him, looking at the two men in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The Count of Paris said angrily, "Get out of here, bad old man, there is no place for you to speak." ”

Marx didn't get angry, just calmly looked at the rough guy in front of him.

Garion shook his head with a smile, stood behind the Count of Paris, and added, "Of course he has a part in talking." This is Mr. Marx, the drafter of the Communist Manifesto, do you think he is qualified to stand in front of you? ”

"Are you a ghost of the Communist Party?"

Hearing the drafter of the "Communist Manifesto", the Count of Paris changed his whole face, and even subconsciously shivered.

The royalists feared nothing but the revolutionary party that was deep in the shadows and corners, aiming their guns at them.

Pervasive ghosts, everywhere.

The Count of Paris took two steps back, and out of reverence for the Communists, he was even speechless, not daring to say a word more. When Dele Cruse and his entourage formed the Society of Friends of the People and assassinated Louis Phillips, the king of the July Dynasty at the time, those madmen were believers in communism.

Marx did not speak, and the Count of Paris and Dudley were caught between the two, in a dilemma.

After a moment of stalemate, Marx, like a victor, took a step back disdainfully, making way for the two.

Seeing the prospect of retreat, the Count of Paris did not forget to threaten Garion before leaving, saying, "Please remember what you said today, and don't regret it in the future." ”

Garion also immediately retorted, "Please also remember, if there is any hope of recovering the country in the future, be careful when walking on the street, the ghost of communism is watching you!" ”

Dudley hurriedly led the pale-faced Count of Paris to leave in a hurry, not even daring to look back at the "ghost" behind him, and after stepping into the carriage, he urged the coachman to leave the place quickly.

Until he got into the car, the Count of Paris still had a pale and angry look, he held Dudley's hand tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Dudley, hurry up and find a way for me, he dares to humiliate me like this, I will definitely not let it go!" ”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

Dudley comforted, "I see that this man has a good relationship with the Revolutionary Party, and it is best not to act rashly, even if he wants to do it behind his back, he must find someone else, otherwise, if it is found that we did it, I am afraid that his revolutionary party accomplices in France will chase him to England to kill His Majesty." ”

With the noisy sound of wheels spinning and moving forward on the road, Garion stared at the black dots that were getting farther and farther away in his field of vision, pursed his lips with disdain, and said sarcastically, "At this level, I still want to learn to do restoration, and these idiots won't lose." ”

"May I ask Your Excellency Trotsky, who is that man?"

Standing in front of the steps, Marx asked curiously, "I heard a quarrel just now, as if there was some misunderstanding with you?" ”

At this time, Arda and Balanchi heard that there was no movement outside, and they also hurriedly walked out of the room. Balanchi hugged Garian tightly and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

Garion whispered, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Ardai looked Garian up and down a few times to make sure that he was not hurt, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked, "Who were those two people just now?" ”

Instead of answering her question directly, Garion turned to answer Marx's question and said, "Your Excellency Marx, although you have not met him, you must know his name, Count of Paris, Louis Orleans. ”

Hearing this name, Marx thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and said in a lost voice, "Do you mean the heir to the Orleans dynasty in France, the Count of Paris?" ”

"Heir to the House of Orleans?"

Aldai said in surprise, "Is that the group of people who were driven away by my father's revolution?" ”

Garion pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, laboriously pulled one out of it, and struck a match to light the cigarette butt.

The smoke slowly rose down his fingertips, eventually dissipating into the air. He had recovered from the meeting just now, so he nodded and said, "That's right, it's him." The future of France is not optimistic, and the shrouds of history are still thinking about restoration. ”

"But why would the royalist guys find you?"

Marx asked curiously, "Could it be that the Count of Paris also likes the Sherlock Holmes you wrote, and specially came to urge the change?" ”

"No kidding, Mr. Marx."

Garion said that his sneer was not funny at all, shook his head and said, "The Orleans wanted to promise me allegiance to them, and Thiers, whom you hate the most, approached me once, but I refused. It's just that they didn't expect that after refusing, they still didn't give up, and even the Count of Paris went directly to the door to woo them. Of course, I was scolded this time. ”

Marx was very surprised, why would the royalists co-opt a progressive who sympathized with the working class? He felt more and more that this neighbor was suspicious, but because of his identity, it was inconvenient to ask casually. He had no choice but to comfort him, "Then take care, Your Excellency Trotsky, if there is anything you can do to help, just ask." ”

Garion nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Marx. ”

Balanchi, who had always feared for Garian's safety, spoke, and she whispered, "Let's get out of London, find a place to hide, and they won't find us." ”

"It's not a good idea to hide all the time."

Ardai said worriedly, "Otherwise, if you and your wife move to my house in the next few days, it will be safer than here, and my father will be willing to receive you." ”

After thinking for a moment, Garion said, "Okay, then dear, you hurry up and pack your clothes, we're going to be away from the house for a few days." Wait until the wind calms down before coming back, oh yes. ”

As Balanchi was about to turn and enter the house, Garion took her hand, leaned closer to her ear, and whispered, "Take the double-barreled shotgun and revolver that I hid under the bed with you, so that nothing happens." ”