By the time Charles de Treville came out of the tunnel, it was nearly dark, and the sound of gunfire in the distance continued. He looked around carefully, then crept slowly along the shadows of the building, until he turned into an alley and saw his light two-wheeled carriage still safely parked.

"Jacques?" He shouted softly.

Hearing his call, the gray-haired coachman, who had been sitting in the driver's seat, hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, and his already wrinkled face piled up with a look of surprise. "Sir! Are you alright? ”

The gunfire was still ringing, and the exchange of fire had been going on for quite some time.

"I'm fine," Charles replied casually, "but what's going on on your side?" Is it the police who are encircling the bandits? Or is there another riot there? It's like Transno-Sudstrau? ”

[In 1834, the Republicans rioted in Paris, and the government sent three brigades of troops into the town to suppress them, and in the fierce exchange of fire, the Stransno-Sud Street was bloodbathed. 】

"I've been waiting here as you tell me, and then the gunshots rang out over there......" He looked sideways in the direction of the firefight, "I was worried about you just now......

It seems that he doesn't know anything either.

"Okay, whatever, let's go." Charles, who had a ghost in his heart, didn't dare to stay here for a long time, urging the other party to hurry up.

"Haode, sit tight!" Jacques was in the same hurry as he was, and hurriedly whipped his horse to drive.

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Sitting in the carriage, Charles seemed to be resting with his eyes slightly closed, but his thoughts drifted into the distance.

He is a time-traveler, a time-traveler who travels from 21st-century China to 19th-century France.

In the original time and space, he was an orphan who grew up with the care of the government and relatives, and Zuihou got a job after college, living like an ordinary young man.

He couldn't tell exactly how he crossed over, he was like waking up from a sleep, and one day he suddenly found himself born as a baby to this shijie and restarted a new life.

At first, Charles was a little uncomfortable and couldn't accept reality.

But as the years passed, Charles gradually accepted his new identity, accepted his new family, and began his new journey with a new identity.

Now, with the exception of a few lesser-known aspects, he has fully integrated into the era. He faced a new life with a positive attitude that he had unimaginable in his previous life.

Because, here, he has his own family, everything he has to fight for.

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The meeting place of these conspirators was the Avenue Batinoglis in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, and the carriage drove at great speed into the adjacent Avenue de la Chrissy, and did not slow down until it had crossed Place de la Christ into the 8th arrondissement, feeling that it had entered a safe zone.

Then the carriage rushed through the streets and alleys to the Place de la Concorde, the Place Louis XV of the Old Dynasty, the Place de la Revolucio during the Revolution.

Louis XVI and his queen, as well as the revolutionary leader Robespierre, were guillotined here to the cheers of the crowd. Of course, among the victims were the "ancestors" of the Charles, the Duke of Trevier.

The carriage continued from the edge of the square, then crossed the Pont de la Concorde – which took some time due to the large number of vehicles to cross – and crossed the Seine to the left bank.

The carriage then entered the edge of the 6th arrondissement of Paris, often referred to as the Saint-Germain district. After the collapse of the Bourbon dynasty and the relocation of the political center of France from the Palace of Versailles to the city of Paris, the dignitaries of France slowly concentrated in Paris.

Due to the large number of merchants in the downtown area, the aristocracy and wealthy families who always tried to imitate the aristocracy always did their best to build their mansions away from the densely populated areas, regardless of the dynasty. As a result, these nobles built their mansions on the left bank of the Seine, which was not so prosperous at the time, and gradually the Saint-Germain district became a place for the French elite.

The carriage carefully passed through the various mansions, both delicate and splendid, and Zuihou came to a stop in front of a small mansion on the edge of it, and when the porter had opened the door, he drove straight in, stopped under the glass shed in front of the steps, and laid down his feet.

This is the residence of the old Marquis de Treville.

Charles finally relented, and he stepped out of the carriage, then up the steps, stepping through the open glass door and into the mansion.

This is his home, the home where he was born and raised.

The décor of the living room is typical of the Imperial era, which was once glorious in the old days, but like the Napoleonic Empire, it has slowly faded with the wash of time.

The red silk curtains were purple to the sun, and the crepe folds were about to wear out; There is a gold-lacquered balustrade on the staircase from the first floor to the second floor, but a large area of lacquer has peeled off a little to reveal the original white wood background; The living room was covered with a bright red blanket, but the color of the carpet had almost faded to an indescribable pink; The gold paint on the furniture has also peeled off piece by piece, and the silk face shows a little warp and weft:

To sum it up in one sentence: this mansion was glorious thirty years ago, and then it was only thirty years ago.

The reason for this is to begin with the experience of the owner of this mansion, Monsieur de Treville, the old Marquis de Treville.

The Treville family was once prominent in the old dynasty, and the Duke of Treville had been a favorite of Versailles. In 1789, the storm of the Revolution began to sweep through France, and in the midst of the general atmosphere of reckoning with the nobility, the Duke of Treville was guillotined.

He had two sons, both of whom fled to Germany and became exiled nobles in France. The eldest son, Philippe, inherited the ducal title and continued to serve the Bourbons, becoming a close confidant of the Count of Provence (later King Louis XVIII).

And his second son, named Victor.

In 1802, Napoleon, then the First Consul, issued an edict announcing the pardon of nobles who had gone into exile for various reasons, and such edicts were repeated after the official coronation of the Supreme Lady on December 2, 1804. Victor, the second son of the former Duke of Treville, returned to France in 1805 after many years of exile abroad.

It is well known that the Emperor Napoleon was always quite magnanimous towards the old nobles who returned from foreign countries and respectfully submitted to him—especially those of the noble families. He generously treated Victor and fulfilled his desire to join the army.

Due to time problems, Victor did not have time to catch up with the Battle of Austerlitz, which brought Napoleon to the peak at the end of 1805, and could not see the embarrassment of the Russian Tsar and the Austrian Emperor suing for peace, but in the battles of Jena and Auhlstadt in 1806, Victor, as a cavalry officer, bravely rushed and led his subordinates to crush the Prussian army on the North German Great Plain, all the way to Berlin, and was rewarded and promoted by Emperor Bixia, and the "brave Trevier" became famous in the Empire. In the later wars between Austria and Russia, Viktor also made many meritorious achievements, and Zuihou was promoted to general by the emperor.

The Emperor was usually not sparing in rewarding his meritorious servants, and he re-named Victor as the Marquis of the Empire, and gave him various other honors and a large amount of financial support - this mansion was purchased by Victor with the Emperor's reward, and in the old Empire, the Marquis used to entertain guests here, and became a famous meeting place for the high society of the Empire. It is even rumored that the Grand Duchess of Tuscany (i.e. Elisa, Napoleon's eldest sister) also visited the area.

However, after the collapse of the empire in 1815, the prosperity never returned.

After the restoration of the Bourbons, Victor, unlike other returning nobles who had returned to the throne and bowed to King Bixia again, refused to bow to King Louis and beg for forgiveness, instead continuing to show his nostalgia for the old empire and the emperor. Therefore, he was rightfully given the cold shoulder and became a member of the half-paid officers.

[After the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, the officers of the Napoleonic era were basically dismissed, and they could only receive half salary. 】

If the salary cut was a threat to the Treville family's family business, then the idle was a fatal blow to the Marquis's family - the later French government, whether Bourbon France or the July Dynasty, whether it was against Spain or North Africa, did not give the marquis any chance, so he could not support the family by earning extra money (Bourbon France intervened in the Spanish throne in 1823 and later occupied Madrid). The colonization of North Africa had been the consistent policy of the French government for decades), so the decline of the Marquis became logical.

However, whether it is prosperous or decaying, glorious or declining, this is still the home of the Shire, and this will never change.

The Marquis, who had recently become old and frail, had always gone to bed early, and Charles had slowed down his pace so as not to disturb the old man's sleep, and planned to go back to his room on the second floor to rest first.

However......

"Aha, our good man Charles is finally back!"

The abrupt shout made Charles stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard who the speaker was.

The Marquis walked out of his room, walked through the corridor to the staircase on the second floor, and looked at his grandson at the bottom of the steps with a kind expression.

"Grandpa, why are you ......" Charles looked up at his grandfather.

The Marquis's hair, already over sixty years old, had long since turned gray, but it was still delicately combed and parted; Although there are a lot of folds on the face, the edges and corners are still quite straight, and there are traces of a beautiful man in his youth. The most impressive thing is the energetic and enthusiastic eyes, which Charles has always thought retain no less passion than even a young man.

And at this moment, these eyes were staring at him with love.

"Once you reach this age, it's not easy to fall asleep. You came back and made such a big fuss, you woke me up a long time ago. Although the tone seems to be complaining, it is full of the deep affection of the elderly for their children and grandchildren. But soon, his eyes became serious again, "How's it going, your side?" Is everything still going well? ”

"Hmm......" Charles hesitated for a moment before replying, "It's going well." ”

"What's wrong? Did something happen? The Marquis keenly sensed Charles' momentary hesitation, and hurriedly asked.

Charles didn't want to tell the old man about this kind of trivial matter, and add unnecessary worries to him, but since the marquis had already asked, he decided to tell the whole thing. "The meeting went smoothly and there were no surprises. However, near the place where we were meeting, there was a shootout......"

The old marquis raised an eyebrow.

"It's ......," Charles was about to explain, when the old man suddenly interrupted him.

"You just came back, drink some water first, eat something, and rest a little, and then go down to my room to talk about today's events in detail!" He dropped his orders and slowly walked down the hallway back to his bedroom.

“haode。” Charles nodded, feeling grateful.

After a meal, Charles knocked on the door of the Marquis's bedroom, with the same spirit and spirit as a schoolboy going to meet the teacher to hand in his homework.