It was a normal evening in the middle of summer 1847, and Paris was as hot as usual. One of Europe's largest cities has a huge population at this time, so every summer feels like it's suffocating.

The rich and powerful aristocrats and bourgeois chose to spend their summers in country houses and on the coast of Calais; The less wealthy underclass had to wander around the Bois de Boulogne – Paris at this time had not yet begun the large-scale renovation of what would later be the Second Empire, led by Baron Eugène-Haussmann, and there were surprisingly few places for people to cool off.

Yet, at a time when there would never be a good time to meet, there was still a group of people gathered around a table in a dimly lit room.

Are they making small talk? If an onlooker had been able to walk up to the table, they would have come to the exact opposite conclusion - there was a stack of chips and franc cash on the table.

In the face of such obvious evidence, it is easy for onlookers to conclude that these people are engaged in an underground gambling game.

"It's so hot in here." Despite having stripped off his coat and leaving only a shirt on his body, Charles de Treville still felt hot and grumbled as he wiped his sweat with his hands. "Can't we just change places?"

"Oh, my friend, bear with me, I want to go to Frascade too." A young man accosted him, "But you have to be able to go." ”

His quip elicited a dull laugh.

The Casino Frascadi was once the most outstanding and luxurious casino in Paris and all of Europe, and big gamblers from all over Europe flocked to it, but at the end of 1837, in order to "save the French people from incurable vices", the venerable French government issued a decree banning all casinos in Paris and throughout the country. As a result, the usual busy streets of Lislieu with casinos have also become a lot deserted, and now everyone can only recall those big scenes of spending money in word of mouth......

However, like all the other idealistic laws of the government, this law was completely ineffective - the people's desire for depravity was usually unstoppable - but it gave rise to underground casinos all over Paris, most of which had no good facilities, and fires, thefts, murders, and other vicious cases occurred frequently - well, in the eyes of the French government, it was nothing, but it was quite painful that the high taxes that the government had received from the casinos were wasted.

After the idealistic law is enforced, people always get this outcome.

"So what, we're not really gambling," Charles replied impatiently, "Well, it's time to get down to business, it's too much to get to the point of getting to work sooner, it's a little more uncomfortable to stay in this place for a moment." ”

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became serious, and everyone was sitting in a precarious position, waiting for the main drama to arrive.

That's right, this group of people isn't actually gambling.

Looking at the passionate and eager eyes of several young people, a middle-aged man sitting in the middle couldn't help but smile. His face was angular, and although time had carved a few marks on it, it had not wiped out the essence inside. He was muscular, and he looked powerful and resolute. And judging by his straight sitting position, he must have had a history of marching.

"Well, our young people can't wait. Well, I won't waste any more time......" He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "This is the news from Mr. Ruiai......"

Everyone was in good spirits, and the stuffiness that had been irritating before seemed to disappear completely. In the dim candlelight, the faces of these people had a peculiar glow.

Eugène-Rouher, a hardcore Bonapartartist and the undisputed spiritual leader of the French Bonapartists.

Then the real purpose of this meeting is to be revealed -- the Bonapartians are secretly colluding in the name of gambling, and whether this is a conspiracy of justice or evil will be judged differently according to the different positions of everyone.

"The measures taken by the French government are becoming more and more unpopular, the citizens of Paris are opposed to it, and the people who had supported it are becoming more and more disillusioned with it. Based on the present situation, we judge that Louis-Philippe's reign has reached a point where it is crumbling, and it only takes a little more effort to bring down his ridiculous dynasty......" the middle-aged man read slowly by the dim candlelight, "and this point in time is in the recent past. There are all kinds of indications that the cause for which we have been fighting for so hard will soon be successful...... And in order that this day may come sooner rather than later, I beseech you to follow the temporary dispatch of Mr. Carrion, the Faithholder......"

At this point, he paused and handed the letter to the person next to him. After circulating it around, the secret document was back in his hands.

It's a beautiful statement, but it's a pity that it's meaningless.

"Monsieur Marière, what about the specific measures? We can't just do it with a few pretty words, do we? One of the participants asked, confused.

The middle-aged man unhurriedly burned the secret letter with a candle flame before he spoke.

"Of course, the specific measures will not be written in plain text, you just need to follow my instructions."

Of course, the conspiracy is that the less people know the whole picture, the better, and the others are only responsible for carrying out their own tasks, so that even if they fail or are exposed, they will not destroy the whole Jihua.

The other participants looked at each other for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, please assign the task."

"Mr. Seleon, you continue to be in charge of the newspaper, continue to incitement the population, and be prepared that if necessary, we will need to print a large number of leaflets." The middle-aged man began to assign tasks.

“haode。” One participant responded.

"Mr. Perrott." The middle-aged man named again.

One attendee nodded.

"How many men can you pull in the Paris garrison?"

The attendees pondered for a moment. "I can only guarantee the loyalty of some of my subordinates."

"Then it's time for you to step up." The middle-aged man replied. "Time waits for no one."

Then Marière, a middle-aged man, named and assigned the task one by one, and the other participants agreed.

"Mr. Treville." Carrion uttered another name.

"Monsieur de Treville." The young man who had been joking with Charles suddenly interjected, calling out Charles' entire last name, causing a dull chuckle again.

Charles de Treville was unimpressed by the embarrassment and smiled lightly, "Well, please say it." ”

Charles-de-Tréville, whose full name is Charles-Léonce-Victor-de-Tréville, is a French nobleman after the name "Treville", whose ancestors can be traced back to the Valois dynasty before the beginning of the Bourbon dynasty.

It stands to reason that this kind of origin should be a reactionary and decadent class with good roots, a standard villain, and an evil executioner born with revolutionaries. At this moment, however, Charles was in a state of involvement in the conspiracy of the Bonapartists—not so much a strange arrangement of fate as the vicious joke of France's mystical history.

"Monsieur de Treville." Marière, a middle-aged man, corrected her title, "The task for you is very simple, we just need your grandfather to step up after receiving our message at a critical moment, of course, it would be better if he could bring his brother over as well." ”

"Rest assured of my grandfather's affairs, I would not have been able to sit in the same room with you without him," Charles replied calmly, "but my cousin, the Duke of Treville, I don't think we need to hope too much, as you know, he is a close friend of the Duke of Dalmatia and the Duke of Broy, and is probably more interested in sending us to the Great Semalay Prison." ”

The current French Prime Minister, the Duke of Dalmatia, that is, the field marshal Sirte in the former imperial era, although the Napoleon Emperor gave him the rank of marshal, dukedom and glory, but after the fall of this former supreme, he easily surrendered to the restored Bourbon royal family and avoided the Bourbon dynasty's liquidation of the old imperial magnates. By the time of the July Revolution of 1830, he had easily sided with the Duke of Orleans, rising to become Prime Minister of France, the present die-hard opponent of the Bonapartists - it must be said that this was another vicious joke that was habitually played by the mysterious history of France.

This was especially true of Duke Victor de Breuy, who had been Prime Minister of France in 1835, and his father, Charles-Louis-de-Broy, had been guillotined during the Revolution, and although he had bowed his head to the Napoleonic Emperor in order to return to France, he had always resented the Bonapartists after the Restoration.

The Grand Sesame Lai Prison, built in 1837 for death row and hard servitude, was the object of discussion among the conspirators.

"Well, in that case, we'll act as Hara Jihua." Marière replied very quickly, and it seemed that he did not expect much from winning over the Duke of Treville.

Then he continued to lecture the others, and after he had finished speaking, the conspirators returned to the slightly casual atmosphere they had had been, whispering to each other incessantly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since we all know what we are going to do, without further ado......" Seeing that what he was trying to convey had been said, Monsieur Marière, who was presiding over the secret meeting, was about to adjourn the meeting.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Suddenly, several gunshots rang out into the room.

"Is anyone coming?!"

Everyone in the room was instantly shocked, and almost everyone put their hands into their arms at the same time, even Charles.

Only Marière remained somewhat composure, listening intently to the gunshots, and then slowly raising his hand to stop the panicked crowd. "The gunfire is getting farther and farther away from us, and it doesn't seem to be directed at us, gentlemen, calm down."

The panic slowly subsided, and people regained their composure and put their hands out of their arms again.

"Haode, I announce, adjournment!" He put his hand down again.

As he spoke, the conspirators slipped through the secret passage and dispersed, returning to its usual silence.

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