The man in the cell looked up with great effort and glanced over to Lawrence's side.

There was hardly any change in mood on his pale face.

Still, from his cloudy eyes, Lawrence still caught a moment of brilliance.

It seems that even after all the torture, this man still has an endless desire to survive.

"Spare him his life? Well, I don't care. ”

Duke Choiseul nodded, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"But you'll be disappointed if you want to extract something from him, he really doesn't know anything, not even the Duke of Richelieu."

"It's all right, Lord Duke." Lawrence squinted at the man for a moment, shook his head, and said:

'It doesn't matter what he knows now, it's what we want him to know. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to him alone. ”

"Of course, if you can stand the stench here."

The Duke of Choiseul sighed slightly, not looking to expect anything from Lawrence's interrogation, and then turned and said:

"Don't waste too much time on him, Governor Bonaparte, Philip and I are waiting for you in the drawing room."

With the sound of fading footsteps, only Lawrence and the dying man in front of him were left in the dark, damp dungeon.

Lawrence found a decayed and blackened wooden chair, sat down in front of the fence, and spoke:

"You don't want to die yet, do you?"

The man tapped his chin lightly twice, and the range of movement was very small, and he looked weak.

"What's the name?"

"Ogha—" The man opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and said weakly:

"Oga Coomas..."

"Very well, Oga, do you know who I am?" Lawrence then asked.

Oga Kumas hesitated for a moment, nodded, and immediately shook his head, and said:

"I've only heard... It's a big shot. ”

"Not a big deal, but it's enough to get you out of this dungeon, or even out of the sewers. You know what that means, right? ”

Lawrence stared closely into Ogga's eyes and said seductively:

"As long as you do what I want, understand?"

"Understood, I understood..."

Oga also looked up at Lawrence, and he didn't know if it was because of excitement or tiredness, he was in a daze for a moment before he said excitedly.

Lawrence nodded in satisfaction, knowing that someone as dying and desperate as Oga would surely hold on to his only straw.

And judging from the striking scars on his body, the Duke of Choiseul probably lynched him no less.

Lawrence showed up at this time to save his life and promise him some future benefits, which naturally allowed him to cooperate with him fully.

This is also a simple psychological trick of singing black face and red face.

After gathering his thoughts for a while, Lawrence asked:

"How did you get to be the king of beggars? Someone granted it to you? ”

"No... My lord. Oga laboriously said:

"According to the rules, the king of beggars is elected... Since the previous king of beggars disappeared, the thieves and poor beggars of the sewers gathered together and elected me as the new king of beggars..."

"I can't imagine being an elected leader."

Lawrence chuckled and said:

"So, you're pretty good at serving people in the sewers?"

Ou Jia smiled bitterly and shook his head twice and said:

"Maybe it's because I'm a moderate in the sewers."

"Moderates?"

"It's just—" Oga closed his eyes and thought for a moment, explaining as succinctly as possible:

"I oppose murder and arson, and I advocate that we be self-reliant... At most, only a few petty thefts are supported... There are still a lot of people who think this way, after all, everyone is just an ordinary people..."

As he spoke, Oga looked at Lawrence carefully again, and added:

"I know someone from the organization went to attack you the other day... But I don't know the details... I have nothing to do with the bandits in the same organization, and I can swear to God that I am not lying. ”

"Yes." Lawrence stared thoughtfully at Oga for a moment, judging by his tone and demeanor and the current situation, Oga really wasn't lying.

And if all he said was true, Lawrence thought the man had another purpose.

After all, although Lawrence now has a prominent position in the upper class of society, the contact and contact with the people at the bottom are far from enough.

You know, out of the current population of 26 million in France, the number of third estate is as high as 25 million.

Although their political power and wealth combined are not as good as the first and second strata of the million-strong population, the power of the masses cannot be ignored anywhere.

And this force will be fully unleashed in the future revolution that will shake Europe.

As the saying goes, history has its contingencies and inevitability.

Judging from the current financial problems and class contradictions in France, Lawrence speculated that the Great Revolution would inevitably happen, but because of his own influence, the timing and intensity of the revolution would be different from history.

As a result, the attainment of a position and trust in the hearts of the Third Class of people was also included in Lawrence's memo.

Lawrence's current Oga and his poor people's organization might be able to play a role.

Although the Duke of Choiseul cleaned up the sewers, it was impossible to arrest all of Ogara's subordinates, even those sent to the police station would not be sentenced to prison.

Therefore, Ouga, the king of beggars, still has a lot of power, and it still has some use value.

Of course, Lawrence is now more focused on another value of Omega.

"Since you're the King of Beggars, you should know that your organization has a back-up patron, right?" Lawrence asked with a frown.

"This—" Oga looked embarrassed, struggled and shook his head, and said:

"I've heard some rumors, but I've only been in office for less than a week... And when the last king of the beggars disappeared, he swept away all the ledgers and records..."

Listening to Ogga's answer, Lawrence was not particularly surprised.

It can only be said that the Duke of Richelieu acted much more rigorously and meticulously than the Count of Falcone, and indeed did not leave any overt handles.

Even if those people in the Royal Guard really investigate thoroughly, it is estimated that the clues to Ogga's body will be broken, and at most Jean Dubarry will be involved according to rumors.

"But... You've probably heard the name of Jean Dubarry, right? ”

Lawrence suddenly looked at Oga and asked.

"Jean Dubarry—" Oga nodded without hesitation, glanced at Lawrence, and said slowly:

"People say he's the patron of the King of Beggars, but I haven't touched him... I have no evidence of his contact with the previous kings of the beggars..."

"No need for proof, Ogga, I want you to remember from this moment."

Lawrence directly interrupted Oga and said:

"Jean Dubarry is your patron, and the attack that night was ordered directly by Jean Dubarry, no matter who asks about it."

"It's... I... I see. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Oga nodded heavily.

Although he lives at the bottom, his mind is not corrupted by the miasma of smoke in the sewers.

It was clear that the man in front of him was asking himself to accuse that Jean Dubarry.

Although Oga knew nothing about politics and didn't know the intentions of this adult, he had no choice at the moment and had to accept it.

However, Oujia still said cautiously and worriedly:

"I see what you mean, sir... But I've never met Jean Dubarly, and if anyone asks about me... I'm definitely going to goof. ”

"You'll see him soon."

After leaving behind the puzzling words, Lawrence straightened up, and before leaving, added:

"Be smart, I'll show you the world beyond the dungeon and the stinking gutter."

...

"So, Governor Bonaparte, have you gained anything?"

Sitting in the spacious and bright living room, Duke Choiseul was in a much better mood than just now, drinking hot tea while asking Lawrence, who had just climbed up from the dungeon.

"He agreed to accuse Jean Dubarry." Lawrence also picked up a cup of hot tea and said succinctly.

"He's going to accuse Jean Dubarry? I don't think that's a big deal. ”

The Duke of Choiseul put down his teacup, frowned, and said:

"Jean Dubarry is also a well-known figure in Paris, and the accusations made against him by a sewer rat are still accusations without any evidence, and I am afraid that he will not even make a splash."

Although the Duke of Choiseul was completely dismissive of Jean Dubarry, he knew that it was still impossible to accuse him of a gang leader alone.

After all, Jean Dubarry had a lot of property in Paris, and he had a lot of political capital at the same time, and Madame du Barry was brought into high society by him, and this relationship alone allowed him to move freely in Paris.

Even the Duke of Richelieu did him a lot of good for the sake of Madame du Barry's face, although the Duke of Richelieu did not like the pimp and the casino operator.

Faced with Duke Choiseul's questioning, Lawrence just smiled and asked:

"And what if Jean Dubarry himself accepted the accusation?"

"Oh?"

Duke Choiseul scratched his head, spread his hands and said:

"Unless you fill him with a whole bucket of brandy, or his soul is manipulated by Satan, I can't think of any possibility that he will take the charge on his own initiative."

"I think when a person is desperate, he will definitely do something counterintuitive."

Lawrence chuckled and shook his head, still holding on to his opinion.

"Despair? Jean Dubarry's unclean pimp is tough. Do you have any ideas? ”

Duke Choiseul looked at Lawrence very puzzled and asked, judging from Lawrence's confident expression, it was obvious that he had already had a countermeasure.

Lawrence nodded, then reached out and motioned for Duke Choiseul and Jacques Philippe to come over, then whispered in their ears in a low voice.

There was a brief silence in the hall, and both the Duke of Choiseul and General Jacques Philippe frowned.

And before the Duke of Choisell could express his opinion, General Jacques Philippe was the first to stare at Lawrence, shook his head and said:

"You're well suited to the intelligence services of the army, young man, this kind of direct violence doesn't look like a politician would have come up with it."

Even Jacques Philippe, a battle-hardened soldier, felt that Lawrence's methods were a little too aggressive.

"Politicians don't care whether the means are violent or mild when they make decisions."

Lawrence smiled and said:

"We only care if the means work or don't."

"It's going to be an effective tool, Lawrence."

After pondering for a long time, the Duke of Choiseul said:

"But Philip is right, the stakes are high, and the Duke of Richelieu will not sit idly by."

The Duke of Schwarseul's concern was also expected by Lawrence, so Lawrence replied:

"I have a way to keep the Duke of Richelieu from interfering in it."

"Huh? What's the solution? ”

Duke Choiseul was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, even he himself couldn't think of a suitable way for a while.

Lawrence did not answer directly, but suddenly changed the topic and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the current Foreign Secretary is very familiar with you, right?"

At the present time, the Duke of Choiseul was the First Minister of France and Minister of War, and the Foreign Minister at this time was the cousin of the Duke of Choiseul, Caesar Gabriel.

That is, the foreign affairs of France remained in the hands of the Duke of Choiseul.

"That's right, he's my cousin... Wait..."

The Duke of Choiseul nodded, suddenly realizing why Lawrence had mentioned the Foreign Secretary.

Then the Duke of Choiseul pondered for a while, laughed understandingly, and said:

"I see, as long as the foreign secretary signs an order against the mansion on the Champs-Élysées, the Duke of Richelieu will not dare to interfere even if he has a hundred guts."

"Quite right, Your Excellency."

Lawrence smiled and agreed:

"As I told you before, my status as a foreigner can still bring a lot of convenience in the political situation in Paris."

"Indeed, hahahaha" Duke Choiseul, who was in a good mood, patted Lawrence on the back and jokingly said:

"But Lawrence, you're the equivalent of passing through a mansion from me."

"Okay, I guess I can pay for it." Lawrence shrugged his shoulders and said casually with a smile.

"Oh forget it, I know you have a lot of money, but that mansion should be a gift for you."

The Duke of Choiseul shook his hand arrogantly and said magnificently:

"As long as you can hit that old bastard of Richelieu, a mansion is nothing."

As for General Jacques Philippe on the side, he was still pondering Lawrence's whole plan.

It wasn't until he had figured it out that General Jacques Philippe looked up and couldn't help but take a closer look at Lawrence.

It was then that he realized that this young man was much more than just a brave commander as he thought he was.

"No wonder my brother admires him, such a person undoubtedly has a vast world in the army."

General Jacques Philippe could not help but sigh silently:

"I'm really looking forward to working with this young man in the army, I don't know if there is a chance."