Charles and Matilda only tested each other, and then they both changed the subject. After a few more conversations of irrelevant gossip, Matilda took her leave, then took the letter and prepared to pick up her sister, but Charles refused her offer to go with her, citing her busy schedule.

After she was gone, Charles sat back in his seat, lost in thought.

Matilda's words were somewhat unexpected. What exactly does she know? How much do you know?

Perhaps, she had guessed something from some of Charles's words and deeds, and it was strange that someone like her would not have doubted it. Judging from what she had just said and her temptations, it was likely that she had basically concluded in her heart that Charles was a rebel with different ambitions.

However, it is clear that she did not choose to denounce it, but instead tried to seek some cooperation on behalf of the family of the Count of Dilillion. Of course, there are some semi-subtle hints, but it is impossible for both sides to trust each other completely at once, so today is only the first step of the trial.

Even, Matilda seems to have persuaded her father to admit her sister's marriage on the grounds that she could bet on both sides with the republican element Lucien-Leflaire.

Perhaps, she had this intention in the first place? I'm afraid she has already felt the crisis of the dynasty, and she is already secretly looking for a way out for the family, right? Her sister's affair was also an opportunity for her......

The thought flashed through Charles's mind, and he couldn't help but take a secret breath.

This woman is a little too powerful! While he sighed, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat - if she didn't help hide it because she wanted to seek cooperation, but denounced herself, what would be the consequences...... It's unimaginable.

Although crossing has made me know some general trends and be able to make some "correct choices and decisions", it has obviously not improved my IQ, if people in this era are only "characters in recent history" and only regard them as ignorant people, the only one who suffers may be yourself!

The smooth development and completion of the previous work made Charles can't help but have some fluttering emotions, and the recent deliberate wooing of Joseph Bonaparte has made him unexpectedly have a feeling of "labor and management are rampant in the world". And now, after Matilda's inadvertent blow, he finally examined himself deeply, and then regained his previous calm, introspective state.

"It can't be worse than a little girl, right?" He whispered to himself, encouraging himself. "Keep up the good work, Charr!"

"What's wrong, sir?" After sending Matilda away, Fran walked back to the small reception room, where she saw her brother's strange behavior.

"Nothing." Charles replied with a smile, then stood up, his whole body glowing with light in his eyes. "I just remembered something."

"You're weird today......" Fran sighed and shook her head.

Charles held out his hand and placed it on his sister's head, then jokingly swayed from side to side twice. "Good haircut today."

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Although Joseph Bonaparte, on behalf of his cousin and leader of the Order, Louis Bonaparte, had agreed to Charles' "unite with the royal party to bring down Sirte", there was no new news from Charlotte's side, so it could only be put on hold for the time being.

However, this in no way means that the Shire have nothing to do.

After lunch, he changed into a costume according to the scheduled schedule, then went out for a while, found a rental carriage, and drove to a rundown neighborhood in the 11th arrondissement. Charles made an agreement today to hand over the new draft of the leaflet.

Because of their talent for writing, many of the leaflets distributed by the Bonapartist demagogues were originally written by Charles.

Out of a necessary precaution, Charles had the coachman of the carriage come to a halt two or three blocks from the agreed place—he would rather walk more on his own feet than let anyone know his whereabouts.

After paying for the car, Charles stepped out of the carriage.

Since it was noon, many of the workers working in the workshop had just come out of their workplaces to go to the diners or go home for lunch, so this also gave Charles a lot of cover. Charles mingled in the bustling crowd and headed for his destination.

However, perhaps because of the excessive vigilance after the blow today, Charles always felt a sense of discomfort in his heart. It's something I've never felt before.

Charles scanned the surroundings and found nothing unusual in the area, the crowd was bustling, the sounds of talking, arguing, and the cries of the vendors were as normal.

Is it really that I was too hit and ended up mentally unstable?

Just as Charles was laughing at himself, he suddenly ...... He finally remembered that something was wrong.

On the street side of a small restaurant, a few people sat around a small table, chatting while reading a newspaper, as if discussing some national matter.

In the spy war dramas of the previous life, there were often such plots of "plainclothes cover themselves by reading newspapers", so Charles subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Also, in such a neighborhood where workers and the poor gather, would there really be many people who would have the leisure to follow what the newspaper was saying and talk to each other?

Having discovered this suspicion, Charles slowly walked to a small shop, and then quietly continued to observe the people reading the newspaper.

Although well disguised, Charles could clearly feel that their eyes were constantly sweeping over all passers-by in a covert manner. And from time to time, they also communicate with eye contact.

Something is wrong, something is really wrong.

Charles glanced around again—this time with a hundred thousand points of caution.

He found that a few simple horse-drawn carriages were parked right at the entrance of the alley. It may seem inconsequential, but it can block an alley in a matter of seconds if needed.

When he realized all this, his heart sank quickly.

What's going on?

Is it the people over there who are exposed? Or is it the same as that day?

Charles' mind raced.

Anyway, let's leave first, and then make an appointment next time - if nothing happens to the other person. He quickly made up his mind in secret.

Then he walked out of the shop and walked back the way he had come.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

Damn it! It was transmitted from that direction at the agreed place! Charles was in shock for a moment. Was that person really exposed?

Leave him alone, get out of here first, and think about it when you go back.

When the gunshots were heard, people in the streets panicked, some took refuge in their homes and street shops, while others fled in the opposite direction of the gunshots.

Charles couldn't help it, and hurriedly mixed in with the fast-running crowd, trying to get out.

However, as he expected, the entrance to the alley was blocked by the carriages he had seen before, and then the people who had been sitting and reading the newspaper had already occupied the alley, still holding weapons in their hands.

"Give me all zhanzhu! We're the police, and we're here to catch the traitors today, and it's a few blocks at the same time! Don't run any of you! One of them, who seemed to be the leader, shouted, "Whoever is running on my side is a traitor!" Don't blame our guns for not being merciful when the time comes! ”

After he finished speaking, the flow of people continued to flow in this direction.

A look of anger flashed across the man's face, and he fired a shot into the air.

The crisp sound of gunfire finally made people stop, and Charles sighed secretly in his heart, so he had to stop. The gunfire over there has not stopped, but it is becoming more and more sporadic and faint, and it is clear that the situation is not good.

"We have to investigate the people here one by one, don't move, just stay where you are and wait for our investigation! I repeat, we have limited time, so you'd better cooperate, otherwise you may not only have to eat jail time, but also guns! The police chief shouted again.

Then he waved his hand, and then began to walk over with a few people.

They walked up to a middle-aged, shabby-dressed, emaciated man at the front, and the leader shouted a shout. "You! Name! What the hell! ”

"Jean-Peppo ......" the other tooth is chattering, "the workman's ......"

"Where?!"

"Right here,......" he replied hurriedly, "in Mr. Parnin's factory......

The policeman stared at him carefully for a moment, then walked up to the man behind him.

"You! What the hell! ”

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In this way, the police investigated one by one, and then finally it was Charles' turn.

After taking a closer look at the Charles, the police leader laughed, his eyes full of cruelty and coldness, "Sir, what are you doing here?" Can you tell me about it......"

Charles knew what he was thinking.

Because his clothes were not expensive, they were too neat to match this poor alley. It's suspicious, it's just a look.

His face turned pale and his tongue trembled. "Nest...... Department of Monks...... The ...... of the Department of Painting"

"Yo? Foreigner? Painter? The police heard his strange accent and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Which country, what name? ”

"Nest ......" Charles' trembling spread to his hands, "Nest Germans, called...... It's called Carl Friedland, from ...... From Hamburg...... Coming to France...... ...... who came to France to study painting Today, today in Jieli...... Collecting ......"

Then he put his hand in his arms.

Immediately, several guns were pointed at Charles, but after seeing that Charles had only taken out a small badge, the guns were put down again.

Charles held the badge in his trembling hand and handed it to the police. "Introduction...... Mesoline...... My ......"

This is the coat of arms of the Ecole Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris, and it is undoubtedly genuine.

The policeman looked at the badge and nodded. "It's true."

The atmosphere was suddenly relaxed.

However, just as Charles thought he had cleared the border, the police leader suddenly spoke again. "Since you're here to paint, you must have a drawing book? Show me, Mr. Painter? ”

This is the usual trick of the police, first to make you relax, and then to strike a sudden blow, and many people fall on this "suddenly".

Charles trembled and handed the sketchbook in his hand to the other party.

He opened it, flipped through it casually, then looked up at Charles, and teased. "These portraits are not bad, they have a future, young ......"

Charles barely managed to squeeze out an ugly smile. “xiexie……”

At this moment, a policeman walked quickly from another alley. "Several suspects have been caught!"

"Okay!" The police all let out a cheer.

The police chief returned the sketchbook to Charles, "It's hard to come to France, study hard, young man, and see how talented you are...... Go back, it's not peaceful today. ”

Then he looked at the others, "You all go home for me today and stay honest, do you hear me?" ”

Then the policemen moved the carriage out of the way, and Charles walked out of the way through the crowd, walking very slowly, although he wanted to get out of it as quickly as anyone else, but he had to go very slowly.

It wasn't until he walked out of a block that he breathed a sigh of relief.

xiexie you! Fran! Sure enough, my brother's love for you is rewarded!

This is his sister's sketchbook.

Then, he regained his mind, now is not the time to rejoice, if the person he wants to see today is arrested, then the secret propaganda den of the organization is in danger, and it must be dealt with quickly.

Fast!