The butler who conveyed the news to Cavour left the hotel after Cavour's repeated efforts, and Cavour, who personally put the butler in the carriage, did not care about his physical exhaustion at this time, and hurriedly waved at the few carriages on the street.

One of the carriages, which was driving on the left side of the road, saw Cavour on the side of the road, quickly slowed down and came to Cavour unhurriedly.

Before Cavour could say where he was going, the driver asked Cavour first, "Sir, where are you going?"

"Please take me to the nearest train ticket office!" Cavour replied to the coachman, then opened the door and entered the carriage.

When Cavour had closed the doors completely, the carriage set off again.

Since Paris itself is a city with a population of more than one million, in order to relieve the pressure of Parisians to buy tickets, Jérôme Bonaparte specially ordered the railway department to set up multiple sales outlets in Paris.

The nearest ticket to Cavour was less than half a mile away (in the old unit, 1 fari equals about 4 kilometers), and the driver quickly dropped Cavour to the purchasing shop.

Cavour, who had just stepped out of the carriage, took out a silver coin worth one franc from his pocket, and the coachman was just about to give Cavour change, but he heard Cavour say generously, "You don't have to look for the rest of the money!"

"Thank you! Generous sir!" The coachman said politely, and then asked curiously, "But why do gentlemen like you come and buy train tickets in person?"

Cavour did not answer the coachman's question truthfully, he shrugged his shoulders and replied to the coachman, "Because my servants and the castle are not in Paris, I must do everything myself!!"

"I see!"

After careful inspection, the coachman realized that Cavour did not look like an orthodox Frenchman, but rather a France in the south. (Some of the French in south-west France are of Italian origin), but because Cavour spoke with an authentic Parisian accent, this led to the coachman's misjudgment.

"Tell the truth, sir! If you don't look closely, you're like a Parisian!" The coachman complimented Cavour.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Cavour also replied to the coachman with a smile, knowing that the French people living in Paris looked down on the provincials in their bones, and the provincials also maintained an inferior sentiment to the Parisians.

This is why whenever Paris changes its dynasty, the provincial people always complain that "Paris has brought them a new government".

However, complaining is complaining, and the provinces never dare to act against the will of Paris.

From the point of view of a "pure" Parisian, it is an honor for an ordinary provincial to be praised by a Parisian "local" as "the most Parisian".

"May you have a wonderful holiday in Paris!" The coachman sent his blessing to Cavour, and then frowned at Cavour, saying, "Trust me! A trip to Paris is sure to be unforgettable!

If you're feeling lonely in Paris, be sure to head to the vicinity of Place des Vosges, where the ladies are sure to enjoy a tenderness that you can't enjoy outside of Paris!"

After hearing the coachman's words, Cavour immediately understood the subtext of the coachman, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, the economy of France has reached this point, and he (Cavour) remembers that a few years ago there was no such phenomenon in the Place des Vosges.

"Thank you very much!" Cavour nodded his head at the coachman without moving.

After the driver left, Cavour went straight to the outlet at the train station.

At this time, the conductor in the sales office was resting on the counter with his head, and Cavour had to gently tap the counter twice with his hand.

The conductor lying on the counter came to his senses, and in a hazy way, he looked at Cavour standing in front of the counter, and said with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Is there something wrong?"

"Please give me a train ticket to the town of Fontainebleau!" Cavour politely addressed the conductor and then added, "It's best to be able to go right away!"

conductor

After hearing Cavour's request, his originally lazy expression immediately became energetic.

After all, the train ticket from Paris to the town of Fontainebleau is so special that the people who can leave for the town of Fontainebleau at this time are probably officials of the empire or members of the royal family.

No matter which one it is, it's not something he can offend now.

"I'll take a look!"

The conductor's tone became extraordinarily deferential, and his hands began to rummage back and forth in the drawer for tickets.

After carefully looking at the remaining train tickets at the ticket office, the conductor finally found the train from Paris to the small town of Fontainebleau.

"Sir, the last train is tomorrow at 8 a.m." The conductor said to Cavour.

"Is the train gone today?" Cavour asked, dismayed.

"It's a pity!" The conductor shook his head and replied to Cavour, "There are only two trains a day from Paris to the town of Fontainebleau.

About 20 minutes ago, the last train had departed!"

"Okay! I'm going to have tomorrow's train!" Cavour immediately spoke to the conductor, and then asked the conductor about the price of the train ticket.

The conductor expertly reported the price of the train ticket for the different seats to Cavour, who pulled out the franc and bought a train ticket with the highest specification.

After receiving the 20 franc bank ticket, the conductor handed the train ticket to Cavour.

Cavour collected his train ticket and left the train agency.

……

Following.

Before the first rays of dawn pierced the mist over Paris, Cavour had already risen from his bed.

After a brief wash, Cavour left the hotel in a carriage.

It wasn't until Cavour arrived at the train station that the sun dispelled the fog from Paris.

Cavour stood on the platform silently waiting for the arrival of the train, and as the minutes and seconds passed, there were more and more people on the platform, most of them travelers from Paris to the northern regions, each of them wearing a bright coat, and the appearance alone showed that every person with a small fortune was visible.

Soon, with a deafening whistle in the distance, the train passing by Fontainebleau arrived at the train station.

A flight attendant in charge of ticket inspection shouted to line up for ticket checking, and everyone consciously lined up to hand over the train ticket in their hands to the attendant.

The conductor who received the ticket did not glance at the train ticket, but simply looked at the clothes and immediately let them go.

(The 19th-century anti-counterfeiting system for train tickets was so crude that conductors could only rely on the dress of the ticket holder to make preliminary judgments.) ）

Five minutes later, all the passengers were waiting for the train, and the conductor saw the empty platform and got on the train as well.

After a few more minutes, the steam locomotive whistled again, and then slowly drove away from the Paris railway station along the tracks.

……

By the time Cavour stepped off the train, it was already 10 a.m., and just as Cavour was about to find a hotel near the town of Fontainebleau for a short break, a familiar stranger appeared in front of Cavour.

This man was none other than Jérôme Bonaparte's secretary, Beccu.

Since there were not many guests getting off the train from the Fontainebleau train station, Bachu who was waiting for Cavour outside the train station easily spotted Cavour, and he hurriedly ran to Cavour and said, "Monsieur Cavour, you are here!"

"Who are you?" Cavour looked carefully at the bechu in front of him, he remembered where he seemed to have seen it, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Mr. Cavour, I have come to meet you by order of Your Majesty!" Bechu told Cavour what he was trying to do.

"Your Majesty, how do you know......" Cavour blurted out.

Soon, Cavour realized that it would be difficult for him to hide his every move from the monarch who controlled Paris.

"Your Majesty, though

He is at the Château de Fontainebleau, but his every move in Paris cannot escape his sight!" Bechu also spoke to Cavour.

Then, guided by the cuff, the carriage carrying Cavour crossed the town of Fontainebleau unhindered, then through the square in front of the Château de Fontainebleau, to the main entrance of the Château de Fontainebleau.

"Mr. Cavour, we're here!" Bechu got up, opened the door, and said to Cavour.

Cavour, who stepped down from the carriage, looked at the majestic snow-covered complex in front of him, and suddenly felt an invisible pressure in his heart.

The kings who inhabit this majestic building will determine the fate of the Italian peninsula for the future!

"Mr. Cavour, let's go!"

Cavour's ears rang out again, and Cavour had no choice but to speed up and follow Shellure into the palace.

As Cavour and Shellhill progressed deeper into the palace, Cavour's mood became heavier.

Eventually, Cavour, who had the fate of the Italian peninsula in his arms, met Jérôme Bonaparte in the reception hall.

As soon as he saw Cavour, he immediately wanted to bow to Jérôme Bonaparte and said, "Your Majesty!"

At this time, Jérôme Bonaparte did not show any displeasure on his face, and he welcomed Cavour's arrival with a warm smile.

"Mr. Cavour, you're here!"

This was followed by another lengthy conversation between Cavour and Jérôme Bonaparte.

During the exchange, Cavour had been cautiously testing Jérôme Bonaparte's attitude towards the Kingdom of Sardinia and the Kingdom of Britain.

Although Cavour repeatedly insisted that the Kingdom of Sardinia had moved closer to Britain out of necessity, he understood his explanation, not to mention Jérôme Bonaparte, and even he did not want to believe it.

Fortunately, Cavour still has an important bargaining chip – Sardinia.

Cavour believed that as long as the Emperor of France was as greedy as ever. Then you don't have to worry about not getting his acquiescence.

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