Miss Fremea's birthday party was finally a relatively happy one, if only in the sense of celebrating her birthday.

As for Mr. Price's expectations, they have not been able to be fulfilled.

Perhaps, Miss Fremea had never intended to consider her partner at the ball.

In one night, she met only one new friend, Mr. Murray.

In the second half, Mr. Price was so busy looking for the prisoner among the guests that he had no time to take care of his sister's life.

Even in this case, he was not able to do so.

The banquet ended peacefully, and Mr. Price failed to locate the culprit. Perhaps, as Bella said, the prisoner did not appear among the guests at all, and the other party had no intention of detonating the explosives in the first place.

If you follow Bella's guess, the other party may just be attacking the west, and the real target is not here.

But what the truth is, it is no longer known.

After hurriing back to Paris, Officer Christopher immediately informed Monsieur Robespierre of the situation.

Immediately afterward, they began martial law throughout the city to guard against any possible accidents. The number of police patrolling at night has also doubled, and checkpoints have been cordoned off to prevent them from taking classified drawings out of Paris.

This long-lost tension made the citizens of Paris panic again.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the sun rose again in the east, that Officer Christopher handed over to his colleagues and took a break.

It was perhaps the longest night of his career as a police officer so far.

Besides, Bella and Elena did not rush back immediately after the feast, but stayed behind to help Monsieur Pasteur dismantle the remaining explosives.

They were busy until the second half of the night, and then spent the night at Mr. Price's house.

Madame Roland still had something to do in Paris, and Miss Elsa's shop could not be left to Mr. Cress alone, so the two of them left first.

Professor Pascal had to deal with the day-to-day affairs of the laboratory, and it was inconvenient for him to stay for a long time. Josep stayed with Mr. Pasteur.

Together, the two were responsible for the main work of the demolition.

Although Mr. Josep did not have much in-depth study of gunpowder and the like, he only listened to Mr. Pasteur's introduction once, and he grasped the basic know-how and precautions.

With the cooperation of the two geniuses, all the dangers and potential dangers that could be found within the confines of the villa were quickly ruled out.

"It's thanks to this practical invention by Pierre!" Mr. Pasteur sighed, "I just don't know what to do with these gold and silver jewelry?"

At first, it was just used for treasure hunting, but I didn't expect it to be used for this kind of thing now. In the words of Mr. Pasteur, it's quite handy!

In the process of defusing the explosives, they unknowingly found a lot of scattered debris.

"What is this?" Mr. Pasteur picked up a pentagonal metal fragment on the ground and asked, "It doesn't look like a piece of expensive jewelry, does it?"

"It looks like some kind of badge." Mr. Josep said.

"Badges?" Mr. Pasteur carefully examined the pattern on the surface of the metal, the lines on it were blurred, and the color had faded, and he could only barely judge the basic shape from the outline, "How could there be such a thing?"

Generally, badges are made of relatively strong materials, and it is not easy to wear them to this extent!

"I guess it fell from something, right?" Mr. Josep speculated, "Looks like I've got some thoughts."

This state, which has been baptized by time, has passed at least a hundred years.

"Mr. Price, do you have any clue?" Mr. Pasteur handed it to Mr. Price, "Found in the courtyard."

"I've never seen this before." Mr. Price replied, "Speaking of which, this is the property that our ancestors bought a hundred years ago, and rebuilt their houses, and as for some of the things that exist in the land, it is possible that they were left by someone who was earlier."

With that, he handed it back to Mr. Pasteur.

"Forget it, I'll bring it back tomorrow for Pierre to check it out." With that, Monsieur Pasteur pocketed the fragments, "Oh, by the way, what are you going to do with these?"

Mr. Pasteur pointed to the explosives that had been pushed up in the yard.

With so many explosives, it's not a problem to keep them in the yard all the time.

Although these were set up in an attempt to blow up the place, they have now been dug up.

Whoever planted it before is now ownerless. If I had to say, since it appeared in Mr. Price's yard, it should now be owned by Mr. Price.

As for how to deal with it, it depends on Mr. Price's attitude.

"I'll leave it to Mr. Christopher tomorrow." Price said, "It's useless for me to keep it. If we hand it over to the police, we might be able to trace the identity of the culprit to the source of the gunpowder?"

That's what he intended, and even if it wasn't handed over to Christopher, he would continue to investigate. Just through the channels of the police, it should be more convenient.

Trying to sabotage Fremea's birthday party, Mr. Price would not spare him in any way.

Bella and Elena have not yet reached a unanimous conclusion on this matter.

Although Bella deduced that the other party was likely to use the explosives to attract the attention of the police and take the opportunity to act in Paris, there is no conclusive evidence. Elena thinks that it is very likely that the other party has left an eyeliner to hide among the guests, even if it is not to detonate explosives, she can also report to her companions.

"If it's really hidden among the guests, it must be a spy who has been hidden for a long time." Elena said.

All in all, Officer Christopher has rushed back to Paris, and nothing irreparable has happened here.

The next morning, Bella and Elena, including Mademoiselle Margaret, together with Pasteur and Mr. Josep, set out for Paris.

As soon as they entered the city, the two men said goodbye to them and then diverted to the University of Paris.

The rest came to Madame Roland's salon.

By this time Monsieur and Monsieur de Montesquieu, and Monsieur Rousseau, and Monsieur Diderot were sitting by the window reading, but did not see the Marquis de Condorcet.

Bella was about to lean back on the couch for a nap, but was bothered by Elena's exuberant energy.

"Bellabela, you say, did anything big happen in Paris last night?" Elena asked aggressively.

When will her habit of fearing that the world will not be chaotic to stop?

"Wouldn't you just go read the newspaper?" Bella replied lightly.

"However, there were no major accidents in the newspapers."

"That's safe and sound."

"But could it be that the problem is more serious and the newspaper is forced to block the news?"

"If it's that serious, Officer Christopher is coming back to us. Hahh——!"

Bella let out a long yawn.

She really couldn't understand why Elena was also busy until midnight, so why wasn't she tired at all?

Looking at Miss Margaret's expression on the side, she was obviously a little drowsy, but Elena was still full of energy.

How nice it would be if we could give half of this mental strength to Anna!

Speaking of Anna, she slept the earliest last night, and fell asleep under the big tree in the courtyard in the middle of the feast. After being carried back to the room by Bella, she never woke up, but slept directly until dawn. On the return carriage, she also slept on Bella's shoulder. At this moment, just after eating the snack, I fell asleep on the sofa with the rabbi in my arms.

Elena and Anna, these two people are simply two extremes.

This situation even made Bella have a bold conjecture, could it be that Anna slept with Elena's sleep, so that Elena was tired, right?

"If Officer Christopher comes, wake me up again." After Bella finished speaking, she didn't want to pay attention to Elena anymore. She borrowed a blanket from Vanessa, put it over her body, closed her eyes, and said no more.

Elena was left alone, pouting angrily. Then when she looked back, she found that Margaret was in the same state as Bella, but she had replaced the blanket with a throw pillow.

I don't know how long it was, when Bella woke up from her dream. The saloon had become eerily quiet.

She was astonished to find that not only Anna and Marguerite, but also Monsieur Rousseau and the two old men were also asleep.

Monsieur Diderot sat by the window and read quietly, occasionally making the faint sound of turning the pages.

Lady Roland and Elena are missing.

Vanessa was the only one in the living room, carefully handling the plates while trying not to make too much noise.

It turned out that when several men saw that Bella and Margaret were resting, they did not quarrel loudly, but lowered their voices and whispered to wake up the discussion. Over time, even they themselves were infected by the atmosphere and were a little sleepy.

So, everyone took a nap in the living room.

Madame Roland had planned to rest for a while, but suddenly she received some news, and got up and left the salon.

As for Elena, of course, she went out with Madame Roland to join in the fun.

Bella got up and washed her face, then sat down at the table. Vanessa made her a cup of black tea.

"Thank you." Bella took the cup and took a sip.

At this time, Margaret also woke up.

Seeing the atmosphere around her, she didn't want to make a loud noise, so she tiptoed to Bella's side. Vanessa made her a cup of tea too.

"Thank you." Margaret took the cup and drank it down.

"It seems that things are more troublesome than we thought." Bella whispered.

"Huh?" Margaret was puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

"Look, isn't there any movement outside yet?"

"What do you mean?"

"Officer Christopher, haven't you been here yet?"

"Doesn't that mean that nothing big has happened?"

"Hmm...... It can also be argued that nothing has happened at the moment. But, on the other hand, once it happens, it is not destined to be a trivial matter." Bella took another sip of black tea.

"You mean, the calm before the storm?" Margaret asked.

"That depends on how you understand it." Bella continued, "If there's something bigger going on, then that's just a prelude. But no matter how you look at it, it should be a little more serious than before."

Being able to use so many explosives and spend so much effort to set them up is definitely not as simple as threatening Monsieur Robespierre. And if it was a bait, then it must be a particularly important thing to pay such a large price for it.