Lawrence turned his head to look around the study, and then looked out the window at the fertile land that was quiet and quiet under the moonlight, and directly demanded:

"First of all, you blatantly kidnapped our friends, more than a dozen of my subordinates were also wounded in the battle just now, and even threatened the three of us with force just now, you must make some compensation for these, right? I think you're pretty good at this manor."

As soon as he heard this request, Count Isaac was almost dark-eyed, this Moon Lake Manor was the ancestral fief of his Isaac family for hundreds of years, and it could even be said to be the heritage of the family.

Not to mention the significance of the land itself, just the dozens of acres of fertile land around it, the value of the crops produced every year is not a small amount, enough for the Count of Isaac to maintain his extravagant life, and the value of the entire estate can be said to be immeasurable.

Previously, several major chambers of commerce in Paris jointly bid millions of livres to try to buy the land, but they were directly rejected by the Count of Isaac.

However, as soon as he saw the unkind faces of the three young men in front of him, and then thought that he dared to point a pistol at them, Count Isaac did not dare to hesitate any longer, endured the colic in his heart, and nodded with a forced smile:

"No problem at all, Your Excellency, you can take the title deed with you tonight."

"Second," Lawrence then demanded:

"Resign as chief executive of the town of Torssey and get out of Paris within a month."

"This is, Your Excellency." Count Isaac's heart tightened, but he gritted his teeth and accepted this condition. Power and money were nothing more than things outside of him at this time.

As long as he can seek the understanding of the three adults, he can leave Paris unharmed, and with his own background and connections, he can still restore some of his former status.

The reason why Lawrence specifically asked the Count of Isak to resign was also to make a gesture of goodwill to the white shirts of Les Invalides as Charles Polnaba.

As long as Lawrence forces the resignation of the Count of Isaac here, and then uses His Excellency Bonaparte's capacity and influence to stop the Treasury's spending cuts on Les Invalides, then the White Shirts will be able to keep the land on which they depend.

At the same time, this can also allow Lawrence's two identities to establish a good prestige within the White Shirts, after all, this time is a major matter related to the life and death of these retired officers.

This is just a gesture for Lawrence, but it can effectively win over the White Shirts, a highly influential group of officers, and Lawrence is naturally happy to do such a good thing.

Moreover, the prefect of the municipality of Torcy was a small position of power in Île-de-France, and although Lawrence himself did not have a suitable candidate to take over, he could also be used as a favor to exchange interests with other factions.

"So finally, you should have a reasonable explanation for what happened tonight, right?" Lawrence asked the Earl of Isaac.

The Earl of Isaac also seemed to be a skilled person, and immediately understood what Lawrence meant, and blurted out:

"Rest assured, I will publish a statement in the newspaper tomorrow that all the fault lies with Gul, that it was my son who illegally imprisoned a cadet, and then I released the cadet under your persuasion and made compensation to reach a settlement, and there was no conflict tonight; As for my son's kidnapping, I am willing to take the blame and resign and lead the family out of Paris."

Although he doted on his son, in the face of the life and death of the entire family, the Earl of Isaac had to endure his grief and chose to abandon the car to protect the commander, and let Gul take all this responsibility justifiably.

Lawrence smiled and nodded, it seems that this Earl Isaac is also extremely good, after this set of statements is issued, maybe the outside world will praise him for his righteous and just act of killing his relatives.

As for Lawrence, although this set of statements will certainly make many people feel strange, since the Earl of Isaac himself did not prosecute the students for the crime of forcibly breaking into the manor, it is much easier for the court and the government to deal with this incident.

Even if the matter had finally reached His Majesty, Louis XV would have easily put an end to the matter, as long as the Count of Isaac himself had given up on accountability.

"I admire you

Cooperation, Lord Earl."

Lawrence stretched out his hand and pulled the Count of Isaac up, and finally reminded:

"Keep your promise, and remind you that you'd better rot to the stomach when it comes to the identities of the three of us."

"I must be, I must be."

The Earl of Isaac nodded his head in a peck, and he knew to keep it a secret without Lawrence reminding him.

Although he didn't know why these three adults would disguise themselves as cadets, Count Isaac didn't have the courage to think about it, he knew very well that knowing too much was not a good thing in many cases.

Almost after the three Lawrence had finished their negotiations with the Count of Isaac, the cadets in the main building were able to find Berthière and Gul in a hidden basement.

When Lawrence arrived in the basement, the bloodless Gul had been pinned to the ground by the cadet soldiers, and he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He didn't understand, why did this group of students appear in the basement of their house at this time, what was going on in the manor?!

Despite his haggard face, Bertier's injuries were not serious, and it seemed that Lawrence and his party arrived in good time, and Gul was restrained by the students before he could use the torture equipment.

And his shock was no less than that of Gul.

Berthier was even mentally prepared to grit his teeth in this dungeon-like cage until he was released.

Even if Charles and the rest of the gang were indifferent to their disappearance, Berthier felt that it was understandable, after all, they were up against the notorious Count Isaac, and such a powerful count was not something that the stinking cadets could compete with.

Therefore, Berthier did not expect that Charles Polnaba would personally lead the gang members to kill the Moon Lake Manor for his own sake.

"Charles, you" Bertier's voice was very weak, and he looked at Lawrence who hurried to the basement with a complicated expression:

"You're so unwise."

Despite the reproachful words, Bertier's tone was full of emotion, and he looked at Lawrence and the group of serious and resolute students, and instantly felt a trance, completely unaware that they would do such a dangerous act for himself.

Lawrence stepped forward to carefully inspect the injuries on Bertier's body, fortunately they were all skin wounds left by his fists and feet, so he also breathed a sigh of relief, stared at Bertier's eyes and said solemnly:

"You're part of the gang."

Bertier was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the students present, their uniforms were almost stained with blood, and the patches of blood that had not yet fully coagulated seemed to tell the danger of the battle.

Despite the desperate and bloody battles, these strong-blooded cadets followed Lawrence's footsteps to the manor without hesitation.

And the reason why they are willing to do this, as Lawrence just said, is only a short sentence - you are a member of the gang.

A few tears welled up from Bertier's eyes, and he nodded with a wry smile:

"Thank you, Charles."

At this moment, not only Berthier, but also the other students also reached an unprecedented peak in their sense of belonging to the gang.

They firmly believe in the fact that the Charr will never give up on any of their brothers.

Then, the group worked together to bring the weakened Bertier and the tyed Gul out of the basement.

When the Earl of Isaac, who had arrived, saw his son being pressed to the ground with a dead face, he was compelled to hold back his grief, and stepped forward and kicked Gul in the head mercilessly, and scolded angrily:

"You bastard, who gave you the guts to kidnap that Monsieur Bertier! Do you know it's a crime?"

This sudden kick made Gul, who was just about to complain, completely stunned, and he endured the sharp pain in his forehead and looked at his father blankly:

"What are you talking about, father, to take Bertie

It wasn't you who brought it."

"Dare you give me a quibble!" The Count of Isaac kicked it up again, acting like an old father who hated iron but not steel.

Lawrence naturally knew that Count Isaac's play was performed for himself and his students, but Lawrence was not interested in this kind of pompous performance, so he directly patted Count Isaac and said:

"I hope you will discipline Mr. Gul well, Lord Earl, and someone will untie Mr. Gul's ropes."

The two cadets stepped forward and were about to untie Gul, but the Count of Isaac hurriedly pushed them away, looked at Lawrence eagerly, and said:

"No need, no need, just let him tie up, anyway, I will personally escort this rebel to the court tomorrow to ask for guilt, and I actually carried *** out of such a horrific evil act of kidnapping and abuse, even my heir is really hateful!"

Looking at the jealous and hateful appearance of Count Isaac, the students present all looked strange and incredulous, feeling that this was not the same person as the Earl who was laughing arrogantly at the main gate of the manor.

Berthier was even more surprised that he did not close his mouth for a long time, and he had not seen each other for an hour, and he wondered how the Count of Isaac had suddenly become amiable and selfless.

However, it was clear to the students that this 180-degree change of attitude of the Count of Isaac must have something to do with their chief, Charles Polnaba.

After Count Isaac shamelessly performed this righteous and annihilating family, he disappeared directly into the main building of the manor with Gul, and did not dare to stay with this group of cadets for a moment.

Tonight will also be the last night that Gul will spend on his estate, and tomorrow morning, without any urging, the Earl of Isaac will send Gul to prison as a scapegoat.

Two days later, in the early morning of March 26, Les Invalides in Paris

In a tea room, several veteran officers finished their breakfast as usual, chatting while drinking hot tea.

It's just that today, they are no longer as leisurely as usual, and everyone is frowning and wailing.

There was only one thing that had made these retired officers miserable all day long in recent days - the damned Count Isaac was almost about to take away a large area of Les Invalides.

All it takes is the last few red tape formalities to confirm, and they, who have shed blood for the country, will be ready to walk into the pawnshop with the medal at the bottom of the box, or go straight to the street.

And if nothing else, today, the nightmare day of the whiteshirts is about to come.

"Alas"

Even a fierce man as tough as Lieutenant Colonel Shadis can't help but sigh in the face of this kind of thing.

In order to change this tragic outcome as much as possible, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis deliberately asked the Paris Military Academy for a period of leave, and stayed wholeheartedly in Les Invalides to negotiate with the administrative bureaucrats of the town of Torcy.

He even dragged his sloping body through the streets of Paris day and night, trying to organize citizens and other veterans to protest.

But all these efforts have had little effect, and now it seems that it has all been in vain.

"Chardis, don't blame yourself." An old officer patted Lieutenant Colonel Shadis on the shoulder with satisfaction and said with a wry smile:

"We all see your efforts, maybe this is the fate of our people, you should go back to the military academy as soon as possible, don't delay your career."

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis bit his lip tightly, and reluctantly picked up the flask and poured a sip of whiskey, gritted his teeth, and said:

"What might happen?"

The old officer shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly, "Then you have to count on a miracle."

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis drank and did not say anything more, and the rest of the people were silent for a word, and the atmosphere soon became cold.

Suddenly, there was a string of impatient footsteps outside.

I saw a retired officer slam open the door of the tearoom at once, and he clutched a copy of this morning's morning newspaper in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and shouted with ecstasy:

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is good news,

Two good news! It's a matter of the land!"

As saying, he rushed forward in high spirits, spread the newspaper in his hand on the table, and turned to the position of the third page, and the other officers immediately gathered around after a short pause, and scrambled to crowd around the newspaper.

The retired officer read aloud a report in the corner:

"On the night of the 24th, the Count Isaac, the prefect of the municipality of Tolsey, and his eldest son, Gul Ariksei, kidnapped and injured a cadet of the Paris Military Academy, out of personal vendettas.

In the evening of the same day, under the leadership of a cadet named Charles Polnaba, several cadets of the Paris cadets came to the Isaac family territory for communication and consultation.

After full communication, the Count of Isaac was shocked by the crime of his eldest son, and immediately released the injured cadets and reached a settlement with them.

In the early morning of the 25th, the Count of Isaac took the initiative to submit his eldest son to the trial court of the municipality of Torcy for a verdict, and submitted his resignation to the Minister of Administration on the grounds of educational negligence, stating that he would no longer be ashamed to serve as the chief executive of the town of Torcy, and that he would lead the family out of Paris as soon as possible and settle in the countryside of Dofen.

The Paris Military Academy has not yet made any response to the matter, and the Chancellor has accepted the resignation of the Count of Isac, and the administrative handover is underway.

The commentator of this newspaper said that the selfless character of the Count of Isak is generally lacking in the French aristocracy at present, and that more nobles will only hide dirt and dirt in this situation, and if our administrative system is full of responsible people like the Count of Isac, France will inevitably become a formidable country."

After reading the news aloud, the officers almost didn't react.

The Earl of Isaac, who was still fighting with Les Invalides a few days ago, chose to resign for such a big thing?

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis stared at the familiar name in the newspaper even more stunned, Charles Polnaba, another boy? After communicating and negotiating with Count Isaac, he asked the other party to resign voluntarily and get out?!

Suddenly, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis felt a confusion in his brain, if he remembered correctly, Charles had beaten the son of Count Isaac on the first day of school, how could he communicate with Count Isaac.

The officer coughed twice, and saw the confusion on everyone's faces, so he whispered:

"I heard from the old department of the police force that the night before yesterday was not a peace negotiation at all, and there was a lot of blood shed in the Moon Lake Manor, but strangely, Count Isaac did not mention this armed conflict at all, and even wanted to take the initiative to downplay the conflict."

Everyone looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to Lieutenant Colonel Chadis, after all, the other protagonist of the matter was the cadets of the Paris Military Academy.

But Lieutenant Colonel Shadis only shook his head in confusion, he had not been in the military academy for the last few days, not to mention that he himself was completely unclear about Charles Polnaba.

After some deliberation, the officers did not come to any reliable conclusions, so they had to put the mystery aside.

"Anyway, it's really good news." An officer patted his chest and laughed:

"The land agenda will be postponed for at least a month."

If it weren't for Charles Polnaba, they would have to pack up and leave today.

Another officer also pointed to the name of the person in the newspaper and proposed with great emotion:

"Yes, Charles Polnaba, we old men are really thanks to this young man this time, and the whiteshirts owe him a great favor, and we have to repay it."

Everyone also agreed with this proposal, after all, the white shirts themselves rely on personal ties to maintain their influence, and they know very well that personal debts must be repaid as soon as possible.

However, considering that the whiteshirts are now a group of old men with no money, no power, and no influence, everyone can't get any material reward.

After discussion, the officers decided to let Lieutenant Colonel Shadis return to the military academy to express their gratitude to the brave cadet on behalf of the White Shirts, and solemnly promised to be with them when they were in trouble

kind of reaching out.

The atmosphere in the tea party room finally warmed up a little after receiving this news, and it was no longer as sighing and lifeless as Fang Cai.

However, there was still not much joy on the faces of the officers, because they knew very well that even if the delay of more than a month was only a matter of survival, the next chief executive would still continue to covet the land of Les Invalides with the support of the Ministry of Finance.

Seeing that everyone was still looking sad, the officer who had just entered the door suddenly laughed loudly, and turned the newspaper in his hand to another page:

"Hahaha, don't sigh, there's another piece of great news, look here."

The officers were startled again, hurriedly looked in the direction of his finger, and read in unison:

"Early yesterday morning, His Excellency Lawrence Bonaparte, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Corsica and First Chamberlain to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, published an article in public.

In the article, His Excellency Bonaparte mentioned that he had noticed the recent attempt by the French Ministry of Finance to cut the expenses of the Invalides in Paris, and expressed his doubts and confusion about this behavior.

His Excellency Bonaparte said that it was strange that the French Ministry of Finance had the money to keep 5,000 tea ladies and 12,000 secretaries idle all day, and to build a three-storey marble office building for their department every year, but they could not afford to spend the rest of their lives on 4,800 soldiers who shed their blood for the country.

His Excellency Bonaparte, a general, could not tolerate the miserable condition of the soldiers, and shouted to the Ministry of Finance: If you must cut your expenses, please cut my money before the expenses of Les Invalides.

According to an unconfirmed source, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince privately agreed with His Excellency Bonaparte's remarks and echoed that if the Treasury wanted to cut the expenses of Les Invalides, it would be better to deduct the royal family's expenditure budget first.

Yesterday afternoon, the Chancellor of the Exchequer was seen anxiously heading from Versailles to the Tuileries Palace and the Corsica Embassy, but did not appear to have seen His Royal Highness the Dauphin or His Excellency Bonaparte himself.

Subsequently, the Ministry of Finance responded urgently that it had not issued any policy document to reduce the expenses of Les Invalides, and stressed that Les Invalides in Paris would continue to provide support services for veterans in accordance with the royal decree of the former king.

At the same time, the Ministry of Finance has also made a commitment to gradually expand the scale of Les Invalides to provide shelter for more meritorious soldiers."

If the first story brought everyone astonishment, then this one brought complete ecstasy.

After a brief delay, the entire tea room erupted in thunderous cheers, as if the veterans had returned to the night they had won their first battle.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, who had never been smiling, was stunned and couldn't help but smirk.

Lawrence Bonaparte, the Corsican, a close attendant of His Royal Highness the Dauphin, took the initiative to intervene in the dispute, and unexpectedly sided with Les Invalides.

The Ministry of Finance obviously did not want to offend His Excellency Bonaparte or even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on such a trivial matter, so it immediately chose to reverse, not only stating that it would not cut the funds, but also promising to gradually increase the size of the Invalides, which was a great thing for the White Shirts.

Although they had read it once, the crowd did not disperse from the newspaper at this moment, but huddled together greedily and greedily read the lines in black and white, as if they were tasting some kind of delicacies.

In particular, the original text of His Excellency Bonaparte, quoted in the report: "Before cutting the expenses of Les Invalides, let's cut my fortune first", which made the old officers praise and nodded again and again, not expecting that a foreigner from Corsica could also be in touch with him.

If Charles Bonnaba helped them solve their urgent needs, then Lawrence Bonaparte completely eradicated their troubles, and these veterans who could not lift their hands and shoulders and could not carry them finally did not have to sleep all night, tossing and turning about their future return.

Just over an hour later, the news spread throughout Les Invalides.

The whiteshirts were all elated, their eyebrows fluttering, and almost every one of them had Charles Polnaba on their lips

and the name of Lawrence Bonaparte, no hesitation in praise of these two saviors of Les Invalides.

At the same time, the top brass of the White Shirts, including Lieutenant Colonel Chadis, immediately gathered and began to discuss how to repay His Excellency Bonaparte's kindness.

Of course, there are not many options left for the poor and white whiteshirts, especially for top figures like Lawrence Bonaparte.

The whiteshirts had no choice but to offer their highest standard of etiquette with trepidation:

The top brass voted unanimously to award Lawrence Bonaparte the title of Captain of the Legion of Honor on the White Shirts.

It also meant that from this moment on, Lawrence Bonaparte had been accepted by the White Shirts as one of his own and as a potential leader for his indelible contributions.