"What did you do to him? If you don't talk about civilized nations, do you only talk about the French nation? ”

Alone in the makeshift police station in the French side of New Orleans, Alina berates everyone present, including Inspector Louis Criss, and it is clear that she has not found Father Cavendish and must identify herself as she really is, otherwise no one in the police station will fear her.

"Dear Mademoiselle Masséna, oh no, dear Princess Masséna." Inspector Chris corrected his rhetoric by saying, "We didn't do any mistreatment to Mill, we're all rustic French." ”

"I'm not sure if you used violence to slander Mir as the murderer, the same as when Mir was home alone last night, and no one can prove it." Alina said as she tried to suppress her anger.

"Yes, he is not guilty, I just want to ask him to take notes, almost everyone in France has done them here, and I need to be fair to everyone."

Inspector Chris respectfully walked up to Alina and whispered, "All right, my dear princess, I can give you full marks for this farce, Mir is not guilty, you can take him away." ”

In the interrogation room, Mir, who was leaning on the corner of the wall, saw Alina coming towards her, which surprised Alina that she had just been out for a long time before Mir was able to stand up.

Alina wasn't sure if Mir had just heard those conversations she had with the officer, and if he did, then she had to make Mir accept the fact that she was about to leave him and return to France to be the princess of the marshal's mansion, instead she could choose to continue to hide it.

"Honey, can I get out of this hellish place?" Mir asked with an effort to smile.

Alina kissed Mir affectionately on the bloodless lips, then she stared into Mir's eyes and said, "Yes, dear." ”

"Alina, do you know the news of Ian's death?"

"I heard about it, and I would feel sad for him, he was such a nice person." Alina stroked Mir's messy brown hair and said, "I heard from Inspector Chris that there seems to be a clue to the murder, and he will give Ian a satisfactory answer, as well as us." ”

"My dear, why didn't the priest come?"

"I didn't find him, you know him better than I do, and Father Cavendish is always in flux, and I even wonder if he went to God secretly."

"Haha, maybe."

Alina smiled immediately when she saw Mir, she didn't worry too much about Mir's condition, because as long as Mir saw Alina, his condition would be completely cured, and when Alina opened the door before, she had already seen Mir adjusting herself, which was the result she wanted to see the most.

"Honey, I called you a carriage, you go home first, I need to go to my girlfriend's to talk about something important, I'll be back a little later."

After Mir said goodbye to Alina for a while, Mir rode in the carriage, this time he did not lean on the back of his seat, but he wanted to take out the newspaper that Ian left behind as soon as possible, about what Ian had told him yesterday, he had not yet had time to deal with it, but he had not read that newspaper.

In addition, the other newspapers, he intended to use as memorials, were meant to commemorate the help Ian had provided over the years.

Mir was in the carriage thinking about what Ian had said yesterday, he seemed to have sensed something, the contents of the newspaper were most likely related to Alina, otherwise, Ian would never have talked about Alina for no reason, but he needed to read the specific information to know.

The carriage sped all the way, on the muddy road, bumpy and rocking for a long time, and he almost passed out, and he firmly grasped the seat at the other end of the carriage, fearing that he would be thrown out.

As the carriage passed by the entrance of the New Orleans Hotel, it was struck by a bitter cold wind, and because the windows of the carriage were somewhat shabby, the strong wind ran through the entire carriage like a violent rain, and swept the fine sand and mud on the Bourbon Street and whipped Mir's face.

Mir cursed and yelled at the coachman, trying to get the coachman to stop immediately, he now hated the coachman's horse-drawn chariot skills.

He felt that Inspector Chris's groom was driving very well, the wheels collided with the mud, sand, and stones, like a Gothenburg variation, as if each stone symbolized a canon, or a once canon, one after another, continuous melody, so that Mill quickly achieved the hypnotic effect.

The wind stopped, and so did the carriage, and Mir jumped out of the carriage to continue cursing the coachman.

As Mill stood on Bourbon Street, he saw two glass doors in front of the New Orleans inn, the transparent glass was shrouded in pitch black, and Mill couldn't see anything inside the inn.

There were two police officers guarding the entrance to the hotel, one staring idly at one place in the thick hot sun, and the other sitting in the shade leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

Mir tried to go in and investigate, but the driver stopped him, saying that he had to be taken home before he could walk around.

"What? I can give you more money. Mir thought the coachman was ridiculous, and he looked at the driver.

The coachman rejected Mir, saying, "No, I don't need it, the pretty lady has already given the money." ”

"Sir, please get back into the car, immediately! Right away! I need to fulfill my duty, which is what Miss Pretty has told me personally. ”

When the coachman saw Mill obediently entering the car, he said, "Sir, please sit down." ”

Mir noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the coachman's demeanor, and his tone was tough, as if he were carrying out orders, and he stood in a standard upright posture, with a stout body, looking more like a soldier.

Then, in the process of the groom's chariot, Mir proved that his judgment was very correct, the previous bumps, shaking, now turned into tremors, crazy swaying, he felt that the carriage kept flying in the sky, there was a feeling of rushing to the battlefield or the execution ground,

When he finally got home, the coachman told him to get out of the car quickly, and Mir, who was stunned, jumped down with his muscular arms holding the coachman, and he stood on the Bourbon street, but could not find where his home was.

As the carriage departed, Mill staggered along as if he were a drunkard.

Walking into the house, Mir, who had a headache, sat down in a chair and poured himself a few glasses of water, he needed to stay awake at this time.

Mir found a thick newspaper somewhere on the table, he pulled out the last one of the newspapers, and when he saw a newspaper he had read, he was angry that the one Ian had said was missing.

He wondered if Alina had touched the newspaper, and he had searched almost everything in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and wardrobe, but he still hadn't found it.

Mir was about to read all the newspapers from the beginning, and when he read the headline of the first chapter of the newspaper - André Massena canonized Marshal of the French Empire - whether the strategic genius could be canonized as Duke of France, Mir was shocked.

This means that Alina's mother, Marie Rosalie, will soon become the marshal's wife, and Alina will soon become a princess, and they will soon leave New Orleans and return to their homeland in France.

"Oh my God, no, this is impossible, how could she be André Massena's daughter?"

Mill was a top student of history at the Cambridge School in England, and he knew about this history, he had seen the names of André Massena and Mary Roselle and the portraits of old age in history books, and remembered them, and not only made André Massena a marshal, but also the Duke of Rivoli and Prince of Essling.

Mir, who is also a nobleman, stares at ridiculous newspapers, and he is tempted to tear them apart, however, Mir considers his own noble blood to be humble, and thinks that the world has played a shameful joke on him, and is a calamity to the family.

Ian had encouraged Mir by saying that he did not want him to be corrupted, and that Ian believed that the world was good, and that in New Orleans, it was Mir who brought him new hope and reconciled his relationship with his father, Amos Stoddard.