"Where else can I go? To build momentum for our Prince, of course! ”

Sit in Jérôme. Mathilde, who was in front of Bonaparte, got up and looked at Jérôme. Bonaparte, her eyes full of love and relief, her deep white slender fingers took Jérôme. Bonaparte's blonde hair hung down his forehead.

Jérôme. Bonaparte stood obediently in front of Princess Mathilde and looked at her, and he had nothing but gratitude for the woman in front of him who had served as a sister and mother in the family.

Time seemed to be frozen in this instant, Mathilde and Jérôme. Bonaparte's brother and sister looked at each other, and they saw concern in each other's eyes.

It was only after a half-ring that Mathilde came to her senses, her face slightly flushed with an inexplicable flush. Bonaparte looked at his shy sister in front of him and couldn't help laughing.

For her "naughty" brother, who dared to make fun of her, Mathilde immediately tapped Jérôme with the ivory fan in her right hand. Bonaparte's head said angrily: "Don't go quickly!" The party is about to begin! If we are accidentally late, all eyes will be on our honorable Prince Bonaparte, and our Prince will not know if he will be able to laugh as he is now! ”

Mathilde's slightly yin and yang tone was clearly against Jérôme. Bonaparte didn't cause a trace of harm, he shrugged his shoulders and showed an indifferent expression: "Anyway, it's you who invited the party, it doesn't matter if I go or not!" ”

"Why do you think I'm going to the party!" Mathilde's ivory fan poked Jérôme lightly. Bonaparte's chest showed an expression of hatred for iron and steel: "It's not to give you propaganda!" You have to go today, you have to go, you have to go if you don't go! ”

Mathilde's declaration of "domineering exposure" succeeded Jérôme. Bonaparte raised his hand to "surrender".

"Good! Good! Good! I'll listen to you, go ahead! "Jérôme. Bonaparte could only endure the fatigue of the journey and obey Mathilde's arrangement.

"I'll wait for you outside, don't keep me waiting too long!"

With that, Mathilde left Jérôme quickly. Bonaparte's room.

Once again, only Jérôme remained in the room. Bonaparte alone.

"Alas!"

Jérôme. Bonaparte, after sighing alone, had to open the suitcase.

The cosplay costume I wore in Marseille was folded and neatly arranged in a box.

The black corset and trousers were put back on his body, and the black military boots placed at the head of the bed were also put on his feet. Bonaparte was still so heroic, he nodded in satisfaction, and then went out of the room again.

At this moment, Mathilde, who was outside the door, paced back and forth in the hallway while watching the time of her pocket watch.

There is not much time left until the opening of the party.

"Let's go!" Jérôme. Bonaparte's flat voice reached Mathilde's ears.

"Why are you ......?" said Mathilde, who was about to reprimand Jérôme. Bonaparte, however, was replaced by Jérôme. Bonaparte's current image was shocked.

In a trance, Jérôme. The image of Bonaparte seems to merge with the image of his uncle.

"Alright, my dear sister Mathilde, I've packed up and am ready to go!" Jérôme. Bonaparte reminded Mathilde again.

"Hmmm! All right! Mathilde came to her senses in an instant and said to Jérôme. Bonaparte held out his hand.

"Huh?" Jérôme. Bonaparte looked at his sister suspiciously.

Facing a bewildered Jérôme. Bonaparte, Mathilde once again showed a look of shame, she stomped her foot and retracted her outstretched hand: "If you don't want to, forget it!" ”

Jérôme. Bonaparte looked at his sister in front of him with a smile, then bowed slightly and reached out to grab Princess Mathilde's hand.

The siblings quickly got into the carriage, which went up to the second floor. Bonaparte and his sister Mathilde asked the host of the party.

"Sister, who is holding this party?" One hand gently grabbed Jérôme in Mathilde's palm. Bonaparte asked Mathilde.

"Ahir. Baron Fuld! "Mathilde vs. Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

It's him!

Jérôme. Bonaparte instantly remembered Arshier. Fuld is a figure who runs through the history of the Second Republic and the Second Empire.

If Eugène. Rue is the representative of the empire of the pen of the words, then Ahir. Fuld undoubtedly represents the purse bags of the Empire.

The end of its Achill. Fuld's life can be described as a winner in life, Achill, who was born in the big banker of Paris. At a young age, Fuld fought his way through Paris with his extraordinary courage and strategy, and became one of the shareholders of the Banque de France.

In middle age, he faced the greatest crisis in history, the June Revolution, which was suppressed by Kafenjac, and then his cousin came up, and he became France's finance minister through his cousin.

Although there were several parting of ways, each time he regained his cousin's trust and took on the position of finance or secretary of state.

It can be said that the whole Bonaparte is second only to Ruet.

Of course Jérôme. Bonaparte was more curious about Achill. Why did Baron Fuld fall in love with the Bonaparte family at this time?

It stands to reason that Baron Fuld should not place his bets after the election.

"Sister, how did you meet Baron Fulder?" Jérôme. Bonaparte asked Mathilde again.

Mathilde whitened Jérôme. Bonaparte looked proud and said: "As nobles, how can we take the initiative to get acquainted with the Israelites in France, it was Baron Fuld who took the initiative to invite us. ”

"I see!" Jérôme. Bonaparte nodded in response to Mathilde.

"And!" Mathilde's expression instantly became extremely serious, in order to prevent Jérôme. Mathilde, who had "gone astray" from Bonaparte, reminded: "Remember, brother! We are not all the way to them, and even if we really want to cooperate with them, we will only stay at the stage of mutual use. Those guys could have betrayed their uncle without hesitation, and they would have betrayed us without hesitation! ”

"I know!"

There is no one more than Jérôme. Bonaparte was more aware of the dangers of this group of financial class bankers, and the Gault bankers entrenched in the Banque de France could not hesitate to abandon their uncles and cousins, and they could also abandon themselves without hesitation when they failed.

Finance is a magic wand that can turn stones into gold, and the magic wand is the safest only when it is controlled in your own hands.

Now I don't have the right to pack up the magic wand, so let those guys take charge of it for the time being.

Sooner or later, one day you will take it back yourself.