Lying on the narrow wooden bed was a tall man who had to sleep hunched over because it was so narrow. The manuscript paper placed on the table occupies the table at will. The ink-dipped quill rolls aside, leaving a trail of ink on the table.

Leon Blois was in a deep sleep, and he dreamed that the disgraced Garian was standing on the top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, the wind blowing the corners of his clothes, standing on the edge of the roof, and there was no way to retreat.

He looked desperately at the literati behind him who wanted to force him to death, and finally his gaze stayed on himself, staring at him hopelessly, and then with a bleak smile, he jumped from the roof of the building.

Before Blois could get complacent, he felt a pair of hands push him from behind, and the whole person fell forward and fell off the roof.

The last moment he looked back, he saw a bloodied Garion standing behind him, with a bleak smile on his face and a grim gaze on his face.

"Ah, don't come here!"

He was awakened by a nightmare and opened his eyes suddenly. When I found myself lying in bed, I was barely relieved. Suddenly, however, a sharp knock on the door interrupted his musings. Blois opened the door in his pajamas, and saw Hussman standing in the doorway, panting and holding on to the threshold, and said intermittently, "My friend, you have caused a big problem. ”

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

Blois rubbed his eyes, not yet awake from his sleep. He opened the door and let Hussman into the attic.

Yusman looked at the other party with a nonchalant look, and said in an anxious tone, "I heard that Garion is going to court to sue you. ”

"Sue me?"

Blois was completely stunned, he hadn't figured out what was going on. Patting his cheek, trying to sober himself up, he asked, "What did he sue me?" Why sue me? Did he sue me? ”

"I don't know, anyway, I got the news from Baudelaire, and I want to sue you for slander!"

"Defamation?"

Blois didn't laugh angrily, he patted Hussman on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Why did he sue me?" Which of my articles violated the laws of the Second French Empire? It's ridiculous. Let him sue, hell, if he has the guts. I'm going to keep writing, keep scolding him, this damned hypocrite, villain, I curse him to hell! ”

After scolding, he felt much better, but instead comforted his nervous friend and said with relief, "Don't worry, my friend, this is just fake news that is circulating, and it is absolutely impossible for him to sue me, because if he sues me, he will have no chance of winning." Are all the famous writers of the present day a bunch of idiots? Don't even know the laws of the Empire? ”

"But ......"

Yusman looked worriedly at his friend with a confident and smug face, and expressed the confusion in his heart.

"But that's Galion, he's never played cards according to common sense, and what he did before ......"

Ignoring his friend's concerns, Blois attributed Smann's concerns to sheer caution, not realizing that Garian was not really a writer who played his cards according to common sense. He picked up the bottle, poured half a glass of gin into the two glasses on the table, and handed one of the glasses to Hussman.

"For God's sake, we should relax and celebrate with a glass of gin instead of worrying about the catastrophe that is unlikely to befall us. Garian is busy right now, and he doesn't have time to care about the lives and deaths of our little people. Besides, before he complains, he should at least consult a lawyer. ”

He took a sip of wine, grinned and said, "This wine tastes good, why don't you have a glass too?" ”

As soon as the words fell, an unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.

"Of course I know the laws of the Second Empire, otherwise how dare I sue Lord Blois."

Ursman and Blois looked behind them at the same time, only to see a strange man following Garion into Blois's room. He pinched his nose and looked at the small, dark, disorganized rental house with the smell of alcohol, and couldn't help but frown.

"I'm sorry, you didn't close the door just now, I just came in."

Garion put his hands behind his back and looked at the villain stabbed in the back with a smile, it was normal for literati to be light, but what Blois did to make him feel disgusted. So he will do whatever it takes to ruin this writer who is not very famous.

"I also thought that the person who wrote the article to humiliate and criticize me should be a self-disciplined, upright, kind, and courageous writer, but now it seems that I guessed wrong. By the way, you must be Lord Blois. ”

Garion pointed to the sleepy-eyed man in his pajamas and introduced himself, "I am what you call the despicable scum of the literary world, Garion." This is my lawyer, Gan Bida. ”

Suddenly came out like this, but Blois didn't know how to answer. He scratched his head, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Gan Bida.

"I wanted to entrust someone else to send this indictment, but my employer, His Excellency Garrian, insisted on sending it himself. We will sue you for defamation, Lord Blois. ”

Blois's eyes were red, and he suddenly panicked as he looked at the breezy Garian in front of him and the indictment in his hand.

"What do you want to do? Garrian, where did my previous article constitute a charge of defamation? You clearly want to announce your personal vendetta! ”

"You're wrong, Mr. Blois."

Garion smiled and said, "There is only a personal vendetta between me and you. ”

"I have the right to free speech!"

Blois roared, "It's my freedom to say anything!" ”

Angry voices echoed in the room, and many neighbors poked their heads out the door, wondering what was going on.

"What an idiot."

Garion shook his head very helplessly, he handed the indictment to him, and said patiently,

"I must correct His Excellency Blois that freedom of speech means that the government cannot arrest you for what you have said. But that doesn't mean that others have to listen to what you say, or that others have to tolerate you. Freedom of speech does not protect you from criticism and other consequences. If you are verbally abused, boycotted, taken to court, or even beaten and shot, your freedom of speech is not violated for it. It's just because people think you're a jerk and then they tell you what's going to happen. ”

He slapped the paperwork on the other party's chest, stared at him with dead eyes, and said word by word, "This is what happens to you bastard talking nonsense!" ”