Jérôme. Bonaparte and the captain continued to talk for a long time, and it was not until the ship had unloaded and was ready to return to the port of Marseille that the captain asked Jérôme to leave the ship. Bonaparte confessed and left.

Jérôme sitting alone by the hatch. Bonaparte stared blankly at the blue water, and there was a little more apprehension and uneasiness in his heart.

This is completely different from his state of mind when he was in London and Rome.

"Can I really lead them to victory?" Jérôme. Bonaparte couldn't help muttering quietly, and he couldn't help but think of his cousin's window again, and he promised his cousin that he would let Bonaparte's eagle flag fly in France.

"I have no way back!" Jérôme. Bonaparte's eyes changed from confusion to determination.

Now he carries the dreams of too many people, and he no longer has the right to give up willfully.

The Bonaparte family either became the ruling family of France or nothing.

It was already 6:30 p.m.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the hatch on Jérôme. With a firm face on Bonaparte's face, the cargo ship carrying the princely ambition rushed out of the port of Civitavecchia.

After an overnight voyage, the ship arrived at around 7 a.m. the next day less than 5 nautical miles from the port of Marseille.

A slight sea breeze blows the sails on the mast, the gentle spray is split by the keel to form a graceful white trace, and the side panels make a "pop" sound due to the impact.

In the "score" of wind and rain, he wears a black corset jacket and a gem-inlaid command knife at his waist. Bonaparte stepped from the captain's chamber to the bow deck.

A flowing blonde hair was blown by the sea breeze, and the eyes of all the crew members of the ship turned to Jérôme. Bonaparte.

After a few moments, they looked at Jérôme as if they had seen a ghost. Bonaparte.

The captain opened his mouth in surprise and leaned on his vocal cords to speak: "Your Majesty...... Next ......"

Jérôme. Bonaparte smiled slightly, he opened his arms and hugged the air, and his tone was full of pride and pride: "France, I'm back!" ”

"Your Majesty!" The captain's voice was louder, and he admitted that at this time Jerome. Bonaparte's outfit resembles the emperor in the portrait.

If you don't look closely, it's really hard to see the difference between the two.

"Hmm!" Jérôme. Bonaparte nodded at the captain and took great pains to make the coat that his uncle wore back then, in order not to give people the illusion that the emperor had returned.

Here he still has to thank his cheap dad.

If it weren't for the resemblance of his uncle to his birth, he might have to follow his cousin's route.

When I meet people, I say that I am the nephew of the emperor, and now I don't need to say that others will subconsciously recognize myself as an uncle.

……

At this time, on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean in the port of Marseille, a large group of people were standing with solemn expressions, staring at the sea in unison.

They were all dressed in formal attire, wearing top hats, and had a dignified attitude, as if they were going to meet the monarch.

At the head of the line was Fleury, and next to him was Ruet, a member of the French National Assembly.

Looking at the endless sea in front of him, there was no sign of a ship on the horizon, and Ruie asked Fleury: "Monsieur Fleury, did Your Majesty really disembark at the port of Marseille today?" ”

Fleury glanced at Rue and said in a calm tone: "Since Captain Letty said that His Majesty has arrived today, then His Majesty will definitely arrive!" ”

"I'm just a little worried if something happens along the way...... Our plan ......," Ruai said, expressing his concerns.

"Don't worry! There will be no accidents, and I am sure that God will bless Your Majesty! Fleury said firmly.

Looking at Fleury's determined expression, Rue did not speak, his heart still prayed to Jérôme. Bonaparte was able to come sooner.

"Look! There's a ship coming here! ”

I don't know which member of the crowd made the sound, but all eyes were on the sea.

On the horizon, a cargo ship is slowly approaching the port of the port of Marseille.

"It must be His Majesty's ship!" Fleury said excitedly.

Or maybe an ordinary cargo ship!

Rue, who was standing on the sidelines, muttered inwardly, but his face was still as excited as Fleury's.

As the cargo ship gradually sailed into the range of the Château d'If one, many people gathered on the platform of the Fort Saint-Jean.

Whenever a cargo ship comes into port, these guys watch from the platform.

More than half an hour passed, and the cargo ship gradually stopped on the outskirts of the port of Marseille.

A dinghy belonging to the navigator was disembarked from the cargo ship, and five people could be faintly seen on the dinghy, two of whom were supposed to be sailors.

The dinghy traversed the narrow river and soon came to the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

When the dinghy reached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, the people on the platform looked at the three people on the dinghy as if they were fascinated.

"Subjects of the Empire, how are you?" A cordial greeting seemed to have crossed time and space to the people of the port of Marseille, bringing the inhabitants of the port of Marseille to the imperial period.

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor has really recovered?

The feelings of the inhabitants of the port of Marseille are simply beyond the expression of need.

Despite the fact that they were the traditional royalist sphere of influence, how could they possibly calm down when a real legendary figure came to them.

"Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire! ”

Just when everyone was shocked by the "imposter" in front of him, Rue seized the opportunity to shout hard.

Seeing this, the members of Bonaparte who reacted also shouted hysterically, "Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!" ”

This frenzy succeeded in driving the inhabitants of the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, who also spontaneously shouted "Long live the Empire!" ”

The sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison alarmed the police who were executing near the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

The police, fearing that it would be a mass riot, cautiously approached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

Jerome, dressed in the same costume as his uncle. Bonaparte disembarked in the midst of the shouts of the crowd, and he deliberately lowered his voice to make it more infectious: "Fellow citizens of Marseille, my name is Jérôme. Bonaparte, His Majesty Napoleon is my uncle! I stand here today not for the Empire, but for the Republic! ”

Jérôme. As soon as Bonaparte's words fell, the crowd shouted Long live Bonaparte again.

Jérôme. Bonaparte pressed and continued: "I know that you are the best citizens of the Republic, and you have a lot to say to me, but my friend and I are tired now, can you get out of the way!" ”

With the help of the police who rushed to hear the news, everyone on the platform got out of the way. Bonaparte leaves the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.