"Ahh

Garion sneezed inexplicably, rubbed his nose, and muttered in his heart, "Strange, who's talking about me behind my back?" ”

At this time, he didn't know that he had unexpectedly received the attention of the Iron Vascular Prime Minister because of the article two years ago.

Bismarck's starting point for this concern was not friendly, shouldn't you, a Frenchman, keep your mouth shut forever when you know so many secrets of our Prussia?

What Bismarck cared about the most was the data in Gallian's hands, some of which were obviously information that was not circulated, why would a French literati know such a deep insider.

He felt the need for General Ron to check whether the intelligence department of the War Department was a collaborator, and for Bismarck, a traitor who secretly collaborated with the enemy was even more hateful than a liberal member of the Reichstag. Although both deserve to be on the honorable list of shots in his eyes.

He didn't have much thought about Garion for the time being, after all, it was not only himself who was staring at the young man, but also the old enemies of the Napoleonic family.

After coming out of the mansion of Delecluz, Garion did not swagger down the street, but chose a remote alley, and specially chose a certain black hat to cover his face.

After all, people who are too famous are not suitable for in-depth revolution. Otherwise, as soon as you leave the house, you will be recognized by other people immediately, and then borrow your head to go to the government for a bounty.

When Garion was about to return home, he stopped vigilantly to find a carriage parked in the doorway.

He took advantage of the situation to hide in the alley next to him, and poked out half his head to observe the situation.

The carriage was guarded by soldiers, not as palace guards or guards, but more like guards in the army.

Garian couldn't help but cheer up his spirits, especially now that he is still in the stage of being a thief, if it is really the East Window incident, then it should be the police in Paris who are waiting for him, not the people from the army.

So Garion initially guessed that they weren't here to arrest him.

But thinking that Balanchi and Ardai were still at home, Garion couldn't help but get nervous,

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to step out of the shadows, tidy up his clothes, and pretend to be calm and walked towards the door.

Sure enough, as soon as he approached, he was immediately stopped by the soldiers.

The other party looked at him cautiously, and said angrily, "What are you doing?" ”

"This is my home."

Garion said confidently, "I'm going to ask you what you're doing at my doorstep?" Which law in the empire says that I can't go back to my own home? ”

The young soldier was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was actually the owner of the house, his tone suddenly softened, and he said respectfully, "You wait a minute, I want to report to the general." ”

With that, he swaggered into Garion's house, leaving the real owner crying and laughing aside.

Then Garian saw an old man with a serious expression walking out of his home, he was wearing a well-cut military uniform, with the unique tough temperament of a soldier, he looked Garian up and down with a serious gaze, and asked with a tough attitude, "Is it Lord Garion?" ”

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

Garion had a bad feeling in his heart, he had never liked dealing with soldiers very much.

After all, when Xiucai meets soldiers, it is unreasonable to say, soldiers all believe that the truth only exists within the range of artillery, and the caliber is justice. They have always hated intellectuals who only use their mouths to incite the people to rebel, and they are eager to exterminate them all.

Unfortunately, Garion happens to belong to the category of intellectuals, and he is also an intellectual from a revolutionary standpoint. Objects on the blacklist.

He said calmly, "Let me introduce myself, I'm General McMahon, and I'm here to find Baron Garion today. ”

It was actually McMahon.

Garian was all too familiar with the name, the true patriarch of the Three Dynasties of France, the president of the Third Republic, and the notorious executioner of the suppression of the Paris Commune.

Now happens to be the culmination of his military career, three years ago as a military commander participated in the second Italian war of independence in support of the Kingdom of Sardinia against the Austrian Empire, in the Battle of Tsushima Genta, in the confusion of Napoleon III's command, he took the initiative to find a place with dense artillery fire to attack and advance, captured the Margenta Bridge, became the key to the victory of the French army, and was later promoted to marshal and named Duke of Marzantia, and his power fell for a while.

For McMahon, this is already a position of extreme minister, and if he wants to seek further development, he can only resign from the position of marshal to become a member of parliament.

However, his ascension to the Governorship of Algeria three years later fully exposed his lack of political acumen.

He looked at Garian for a moment and said with appreciation, "To be honest, in my opinion, His Excellency Garian is more like a soldier than a literati, are you interested in joining the army?" A physique like yours should go for a gun, not a pen. I'm short of people in my army, and I can arrange it for you if you're willing to come over. ”

“……”

He greeted Garion very naturally, as if it were his home. Garian walked into the living room and saw Balanchi and Ardai sitting on the couch, looking at the fierce soldier in front of him with some fear.

For a woman who has never seen the world, the scene before her can be frightening.

McMahon didn't care, and said, "I can't hide it, I came to Baron Garion this time because I wanted to discuss something with you, an important matter." ”

"Okay, please."

For the soldier who ran into his door, still armed with a rifle, Garion could only sit quietly and listen to him speak slowly.

He paced back and forth, and said, "To be honest, as a soldier I don't quite understand Shakespeare's plays and Beethoven's music, although on many occasions I insist that Paris should enforce stricter control of public opinion, and that those who threaten the security of the Imperial Government should not be allowed to speak out." ”

Typical military thinking.

Garion kept his mouth shut and did not speak, the McMahon who was in charge of the army was not Thiers without nothing.

"But I know that Baron Garion is now the hottest man of letters in all of Paris, so I can't be wrong if I think I'm coming to you."

"This ......"

Gary felt relieved, feeling that the situation was not good, so he said tentatively, "So...... There's no way you're going to war, is it? ”

"Of course not."

Garion hesitated, "What are you coming to me for?" ”