In the afterglow of the setting sun, Albert de Fouay Grassy tidied up his grooming at the door of the Chloe Club. Under the reflection of the golden glow, the handsome and delicate young man is like a sculpture of the ancient Greeks at this moment.

Then, with his cane in his hand, he walked into this famous meeting place of high society with a contempt for everything, and with the salute of the doorman.

After the end of the imperial era, there was a tendency for the French upper class to learn from Britain, and the new gadget of the "club" also crossed the narrow English Channel and became the new fashion in France. And after the French government officially banned casinos, upper-class men cherished these remaining pastimes even more.

Seeing someone enter, the guests in the club glanced at him, and then they turned their faces away and went about their business.

Disguised by the frivolous expression on the surface, Albert carefully observed the people inside from the corner of his eye, scanning the faces.

Then in a corner, he found his target—a young man who looked to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, not tall and slightly fat, unsightly but well-dressed.

The Count of Louis de Léoland, the eldest son of the Marquis de Léoland and the legal heir to the title, was talking to his friends while playing Whist.

After the collapse of Napoleon's empire and the return of the Bourbons to France with the help of foreign bayonets, the French developed an almost subconscious fear of hostility with the British, even after the July dynasty overthrew the Bourbon line. France, which had fought the Hundred Years' War with England, who had led the whole continent to destroy Britain, who had fought with the English in Holland, Spain, and Belgium, no longer had the courage to fight England again.

English textiles, British ideas, and even British entertainment became popular in France – the Whist card game being one of them.

Albert pretended to be unintentional and slowly paced towards the corner, joking as he greeted people who knew him.

"My friend, once, I made a mistake and made a girl a mother, and to make matters worse, the young lady who had no master of the six gods was so stupid as to confess her mistake to her mother. Oops, that poor mother came to me and asked me what to do...... Guess how I answered? ”

"How do you answer?" Someone next to me asked.

"But, ma'am, I am neither a surgeon nor a midwife, so what can I help?" Albert deliberately replied in a shrill voice.

His teasing elicited a burst of laughter. By this laughter, he walked without a trace to the Count of Léoland.

"But now, if the lady comes to me again, I don't mind giving the unborn little angel a few chunks of maltose......"

Albert whispered and joked with others, while secretly paying attention to the count's cards.

Soon he came to a conclusion.

Poor card skills, no rules, random cards, seems to be an easy person to deal with.

It seems that the old friend's commission should be able to be completed relatively easily, he thought to himself.

At this moment, as if he had been fighting for too long and was in a panic, and wanted to go out for a while, the Count of Leolan, Hod, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Now is the time.

Albert stealthily glanced at a young man next to him who seemed to be talking to someone else.

The young man with a fierce face understood, and then slowly moved his body to block the path of Count Léoland's movement.

It seemed that the cards had been played for a long time and had not come to their senses, and the Count did not notice that someone was in his way, and then the two collided without accident.

"Be careful, sir!" The young man glared at the Count sternly, then pushed him away.

The Count shook his head, and walked straight to the bathroom.

Albert gave the young man an approving look, and then found himself a seat in the corner and sat down, waiting to see what was going to happen.

After a while, the Count came out of the bathroom and walked towards his seat.

And then...... He bumped into the young man from before again.

"Sir, did you do it on purpose?!" The young man seemed enraged, and stared at the Count with fierce eyes.

"I'm not, it's obvious that you blocked me twice!" The Count seemed to be enraged, too, and returned the same salute.

"You mean, it's my responsibility?"

"Isn't it?" The Count glared at him, then muttered a few words as he continued toward his seat.

"Sir, I think you need to follow me." The young man looked at the Count arrogantly and said.

“daoqian？ No, it's your own fault," the Count smiled disdainfully, "and do you know who I am?" ”

"Oh?" The young man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Count Léoland!" The Count replied with an extraordinary expression. Then he took his business card out of his coat pocket and handed it to the other party.

The young man took the business card and looked at it.

The Count smiled, and then intended to leave.

However, the next thing that happened to him was that the youth took him by surprise.

"It's too dirty," said the young man coldly, "it seems you've left it for too long, so bring me another one." Then the young man threw his business card at his feet.

The people next to him seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and they all looked at this side with hidden eyes, and whispered.

The Count's eyes widened.

This is a provocation, that's right, this is a provocation!

And in this case, he must propose a duel, and a young man, a young Frenchman, cannot endure such public humiliation, and must be washed away with blood. If he backs down this time, he will surely lose his reputation.

But...... For the sake of this bad boy who came out of nowhere, he bet everything on himself...... It's insane!

The Count was now in a state of confusion, and wanted to open his mouth to a duel against the bastard who had offended him, but he couldn't say anything.

"What? Sir, shouldn't you bring me another business card? The young man still did not give up, but raised his voice.

There are more and more people looking at this side like this.

Cold sweat appeared on the earl's forehead, and he looked towards his seat, only to find that none of his players would make eye contact with him—and they also noticed that something was wrong and did not dare to wade into the muddy waters.

"Sir......" The mockery in the young man's eyes grew thicker and thicker.

Let's fight it!

The Count was ready to fight him in a duel.

"My friends, what are you doing here?" A soft voice suddenly interjected.

Instinctively, the Count looked in the direction where the voice had drifted.

A well-dressed and handsome young man walked over with a perfect smile, and under the light of the crystal chandelier, the brilliance of the savior flashed.

After a moment, he remembered who the other person was.

"Albert......" he greeted in a slightly trembling voice.

Albert walked over, then picked up the business card on the ground without a trace and put it in his pocket.

"Louis, Lyons, with all due respect, I seem to have looked at you a little unpleasantly......" he still looked at the two of them with that perfect smile, "what the hell is going on?" ”

"We just accidentally bumped into ...... twice," the Count replied quickly.

He knows this man! Looks like it can help me out!

Gradually, the Count's heart stabilized.

"He hit me, but he said it was my fault." The young man replied in a still gloomy tone.

"Oh, I thought you were such a big deal, but it turned out to be such a small thing!" Albert's tone was extremely brisk, "Is this kind of thing worth arguing about?" ”

"He has to give me daoqian!" The youth is still unrelenting.

"For the sake of our friendship, wouldn't it be better for the two of us to have a conflict over such a trivial matter, and everyone should have fun together?" Albert patted the young man on the shoulder, then looked at the count.

The young man's tense face slowly relaxed.

"Well, well, for your sake."

Albert held one hand each on the left and right. "Come, everyone has a rare opportunity to get to know each other and have a drink together!" Then he smiled and said to the Count, "This is my friend Lyons, who has served in North Africa before, and who has shot very well!" I also made an appointment with him for a while to go hunting in the countryside when I had the chance! ”

The Count's face froze, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

saved.

The three of them then found their seats and sat down together. Albert ordered a few bottles of whiskey and toasted to each other.

It seemed that after a few drinks from each of them because they were in a bad mood, the young man quickly left, and then Albert and the Count were left to push and change their glasses.

Chatting while drinking.

I don't know weishenme, after the topic changed several times, the two talked about marriage.

"My friend, I heard you're getting married recently? Married to the daughter of the Duke of Treville's family! I really envy you, this time I got a large dowry, right? …… Come on, dry ......"

The Earl, who had drunk another glass, no longer knew how much he had drunk, but drank cup after cup, and his tongue was a little knotted.

"My friend...... I...... I have...... What is there to envy...... Married a wife...... But there was no ...... No...... Didn't bring a Sue dowry ......"

"Huh?" Albert snorted, and then questioned in a tone of 'you kid is cheap and good', "Liar, aren't you......?" ”

"How is that possible...... How could I lie to you, my friend......" the count's eyes were empty and hazy, "this is ...... It's a deal......"

"Deal?"

"My aunt...... My aunt ......"

"Auntie?"

"My aunt died...... She doesn't have children...... Her property is supposed to be ...... It should have been passed down to me...... Outcome...... Still...... Still...... But he made a will, and gave it all...... It's all given to my little sister...... Amazing...... When the notary read out the will, my father ...... My mother...... And also...... And me, I'm just ...... I'm simply ...... I'm going crazy! ”

"How much?"

"How many exactly...... I...... I do not know...... However, there must be quite a few...... "Under the influence of alcohol, the Count of Léoland was completely unable to speak, and Albert struggled to hear clearly. "My aunt, her ...... Her husband...... Bought a large bond before he died, and later ...... Later, there was compensation from the government...... That's a lot of money, too...... Add up...... Add it up......"

[In 1825, the ultra-conservatives who held power issued a decree to compensate the nobles who had suffered losses during the Revolution in the amount of 1 billion francs. This money was financed from the state treasury, for which the government lowered the interest on the national debt in order to raise funds, which directly angered the broad French bourgeoisie and became a major trigger for the revolution a few years later. This decree is considered one of the stupidest political decisions of the Bourbon Restoration era. 】

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