After getting permission from the old marquis, Charles opened the bedroom door and walked in.

The bedroom was surprisingly simple, with nothing out of the ordinary, except for a few faded cabinets on the walls, a bed covered with white sheets, and an oil lamp lit on a teak bedside table, which was emitting a dim light.

The old man, who was half-lying on the back of the bed, looked at Charles, then raised his hand and pointed to the side of the bed, "My grandson, sit there and talk to old Victor ......"

Charles explained to the Marquis in detail the contents of today's experience and secret meeting, including the subsequent shootout.

The old marquis listened to his narration without interjecting, but his slightly furrowed brow showed that he had been thinking.

"So, the accident has nothing to do with you?"

"As far as I can see, it should be." Charles nodded. "Paris has not been peaceful lately, and I am afraid that the police are chasing the bandits."

For security reasons, it is not particularly surprising that the Bonapartians have always chosen slums with large crowds and widespread poverty, such as the seventeenth arrondissement, which has always been a mix of banditry.

Although the old marquis also held the same opinion as Charles, out of the old man's characteristic caution, he continued to ask many details before relieving himself.

Then the old man rubbed his hands gently, then put his right hand on his forehead and stroked his short hair lightly—although his expression was still unwavering, these movements still betrayed his excitement in front of the people who were close to him.

"So, they've decided to do it this time?"

"I think it's going to be soon." Charles nodded. "The current dynastic government is not popular at all."

"This government has been unpopular since the first day," replied the old man coldly, "and yet it has survived to the present day, and whether a regime can survive is not because of how popular it is, but because of how feared it is, and France only likes a government that can whip her." ”

Charles was stunned by the old man's snarky comments.

The old marquis continued, "However, I agree with the other side, that now is indeed a great time! The son of the Bourbon family (referring to the current King Louis-Philippe, who was born in the Orleans line of the Bourbon royal family) now has little energy to look after the France he has worked so hard to obtain, and the bad seed of Sirte is now too old to die—without this bad seed, we would have driven the king to Germany again! Who else is behind them? Who else can sustain this regime? ”

Charles nodded in agreement with his grandfather.

"Now those who are at the top of France, they look down on ministers from humble backgrounds as much as they did in that era, but they can't give birth to children who are good enough to be ministers, and when the time comes, they want to run away as a girl!" The Marquis commented scathingly. "The decay of France began with them."

[Refers to the Count of Montmore, one of Louis XVI's favorite ministers, who was the Minister of Foreign Affairs, was arrested in 1792 for trying to escape disguised as a woman, and was guillotined in September, and his brother, the Marquis de Montmoreland, the patriarch of the Montmoreland family, was guillotined shortly after]

This is said almost like the revolutionaries of 1789! It's hard to imagine that it was a famous nobleman who said it later. The resentment of being suppressed and idle for many years is fully revealed at this moment.

Out of years of depressed resentment, the Marquis of Treville was always fiery and fierce on certain topics. Although his words and deeds were always applauded by the Bonapartists, they must have been regarded by the French authorities after the fall of the empire as a great rebellion, and thus strengthened the will to suppress him.

Charles let his grandfather vent, just looking at the Marquis with gentle eyes and gently grabbing his hand.

The old man, who had been harshly mocking the current regime, suddenly changed his kind eyes to look at Charles, and his big smooth and ruddy face showed a kind and serious expression.

"But, my grandson, you are different from them, and I can vouch to God that you are the best young man in France."

Being praised like this by his closest relatives made even Charles a little embarrassed.

"Everyone says I'm boasting, phew! Old Victor never exaggerated, you have the knowledge, the culture, and the will to do great things, how many can you find in all of France? ”

"Grandpa......" Charles finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his face was a little red.

"Well, well," the Marquis smiled too, "my grandson, how old are you this year?" ”

Charles was a little taken aback by the old man's sudden change in topic, and only replied after a moment, "20 years old." ”

"It's been 20 years...... It's been 20 years! The old man sighed, "When you were a child, you crawled around my feet as if it happened yesterday, and time flies so fast!" ”

Then the Marquis withdrew his hand and gently stroked his grandson's face, "There is a girl who is already obsessed, right?" Look at your handsome appearance, it's almost as good as I was back then! ”

Charles's face turned even redder. "No, not yet."

"Then you should be on your toes, and when you fall in love with a girl, you should hurry up and pursue it, don't lose the face of the old cavalry Victor!" The old man patted Charles lightly on the shoulder.

"Then you have to be seen by others, right?"

"Is there anyone else who can't look down on my grandchildren?" The Marquis smiled disdainfully, "You have such a look, you have such a talent, and you still have the surname Tréville!" Is there a woman in France that you don't deserve? Even the princess of the Wang family, you are also worthy of it! ”

"You'd better save me face......" Charles was finally overwhelmed by his grandfather's blind praise.

"I'm just telling you the truth, my grandson, you already have everything a young man can have, except for a wealthy family......" Then his eyes darkened, and he repeated softly, "but we don't have any money." ”

Charles smiled bitterly in his heart, in this day and age, isn't it miserable enough to have no money?

The most terrible consequence of the Revolution—or perhaps its greatest achievement, which varies from one person to the other—is that since it all French people, even the aristocracy, have come to understand that God is not inherently destined for the nobility of certain people, and that blood unity is worthless without the company of power.

When Louis XVI and his queen died at the guillotine, and his crown prince died under the pressure of hunger, cold, and disease, everyone realized that no amount of noble blood could stiffen the neck of the guillotine, so that the French admired and obeyed the former nobles and lords were gone, and even the nobles themselves no longer believed that they were destined to rule France.

Not only that, but now even the word "nobility" is depreciating.

Although the Bourbons regained power in France with the help of foreign bayonets, they could not turn back the clock and had to admit that France had changed beyond recognition, and had to admit the upstarts that had emerged from the Revolution. Most of the nobles canonized by the emperor during the Napoleonic era were still preserved intact, and some were even enshrined in the French House of Lordship by Louis XVIII because of their defections.

When people who were originally farmers, fur traders, soldiers, and even bandits were given nobility and even sat in the French House of Lordship with dignity, how much reverence for the nobility remained?

Bloodline was once the passport of high society, and without the surname Haode, a person would never want to walk into those famous parlors and salons for the rest of his life, and a newly crowned duke was far less respected than a count that had been passed down for hundreds of years. And now, in this day and age, money has replaced Mendi as the pivot of society, and everything revolves around money. An aristocrat that has been passed down for hundreds of years? Hey, hey, congratulations, you were able to escape the storm of the Revolution, it's really not easy to survive, huh? Wait, do you have the money?

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

"It would have been nice if I had saved a little bit of my family business back then, but at that time I always wanted to have fun in time! Alas, people are like that, they always know how to regret when they are old......"

Charles regained his grip on the old man's hand and stared at him tightly, his eyes full of warmth.

"No, the affection you give me is more important than leaving me any property."

The old man also stared at his grandson, and there were tears rolling in his eyes. "Old Victor is really lucky, and when he is old, he will get such a pair of grandchildren!" Then, there was an infinite sparkle in his eyes again. "But, my grandson, old Victor will let you have everything, we want to have money, we want to return to glory, we want to take back France!"

Yes, the recapture of France has been the eternal wish of the Bonapartists since 1815.

After the July Revolution of 1830, King Louis-Philippe reversed the previous dynasty's repressive policy towards the Bonapartists and made a limited tolerance in the hope of maximizing the cohesion of the people.

The pinnacle of this grace was the 1840 return of the remains of Emperor Napoleon from the British government and the burial of the Emperor with honor.

However...... What the Bonapartists wanted was not tolerance, not even honor, they wanted France, regime. This was something that the king could not tolerate, and so the suppression of the Bonapartist movement was also carried out harshly.

In 1916, during the Zuihou period of the Russian Empire, the Tsar issued an edict to his subjects, saying, in an almost pleading tone: "I will give you freedom if you want freedom, and I will give you freedom of the press, of speech, of procession, all of which I will give you, except for my regime." ”

And the answer of Lenin, the revolutionary teacher, was extremely simple: "Everything is illusory except for political power." ”

The same answer was given to the Bonapartist of 1847, and indeed to the political groups of all dynasties.

Be sure to retake France!