When Charles de Treville came out of the secret passage, it was almost dark, and gunfire sounds from afar were still endless. He carefully observed the surroundings, and then tiptoed slowly along the shadow of the building until he turned into an alley and saw his light two-wheeled carriage still parked there safely, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jacques?" he shouted softly.

Hearing his call, the gray-haired coachman who had been sitting in the driving position hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, and his wrinkled face piled up with a surprise expression. "Sir! Are you okay!"

Gunshots are still coming, and the firefighting has been going on for a long time.

"I'm fine," Charles replied casually, "What happened to you? Is the police encircling the bandits? Or is there another riot? It's like Trump South Street?"

[In 1834, Republicans launched an riot in Paris and were suppressed by the government. The South Street of South of Trump was bloodbathed during the fierce firefight.]

"I kept waiting here as you told me, and then there was a gunshot over there just now..." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the fire exchange, "I was still worried about you just now..."

It seems that he doesn't know anything.

"Okay, don't care, let's go." Charles, who had a ghost in his heart, dared not stay here for a long time, and urged the other party to start moving quickly.

"Okay, you're sitting firm!" Jacques was also in a hurry and quickly waved his whip to drive the horses to start.

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Sitting in the carriage, Shire, with his eyes slightly closed, seemed to be resting, but his thoughts floated far away.

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

In his original time and space, he was an orphan. He grew up slowly with the care of the government and relatives. Finally, he found a job after going to college and lived like an ordinary young man.

He couldn't explain exactly how he traveled through time. He seemed to have woken up in a sleep. One day he suddenly found himself born into this world as a baby and restarted a new life.

At the beginning, Charles was a little uncomfortable and could not accept reality.

But as he got older, Shire gradually accepted his new identity, accepted his new family, and began his new journey with a new identity.

Now, except for a few unknown aspects, he has completely integrated into this era. He also faces a new life with a positive attitude that he could not imagine in his previous life.

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

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The gathering place for these plotters was on the Batenogris in the 17th district of Paris. The carriage drove into the next street at an extremely fast speed. It was not until it passed through the Cricci Square and entered the 8th district and felt that it had entered a safe area. The carriage slowed down.

Immediately afterwards, the carriage rushed left and right through the rows of streets and alleys, and came to Plaza de Concorde - the Plaza de Louis XV of the Old Dynasty, which was the Plaza de Revolution in the Great Revolution.

Louis XVI, his queen, revolutionary leader Robespierre and other famous figures were taken to the guillotine here by cheering everyone. Of course, among the victims were also Charles' "ancestor", the Duke of Treville in the previous generation.

The carriage continued to travel from the edge of the square and then passed through the Concorde Bridge - due to the many vehicles that had to cross the bridge, it took some time - and then crossed the Seine and reached the left bank.

The carriage then entered the edge of the sixth arrondissement of Paris, which is often called Saint-Germain. After the collapse of the Bourbon dynasty and the political center of France moved from the Palace of Versailles to the city of Paris, the French dignitaries slowly concentrated in Paris.

Due to the prosperous population and numerous traders in the city center, no matter what dynasty or generation, nobles and wealthy families who always try to imitate the nobles will always do their best to build their residences in areas far away from densely populated. Therefore, these nobles built their residences on the left bank of the Seine, which was not so prosperous at that time, and gradually the Saint-Germain area became a place for the French powerful people.

The carriage carefully walked through various exquisite or brilliant mansions and mansions, and finally arrived at a small mansion on the edge of it and stopped. After the concierge opened the door, he drove directly into it, stopped under the glass shed in front of the steps, and put down his foot.

This is the residence of the old Marquis de Treville.

Charles finally felt relieved. He walked off the carriage, then walked up the steps, stepped over the open glass door and walked directly into the mansion.

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

The layout of a type of living room is a typical imperial style. It was once glorious in the old era. However, like the Napoleonic Empire, it has slowly faded under the erosion of time.

The red silk curtains shine purple on the sun, and the crepes are about to be worn out; there are golden paint railings on the stairs of the room from the first to the second floor, but the large pieces of paint have peeled off a little bit, revealing the original white wood background. There is a big red blanket in the living room, but the color of the carpet has faded and turned into an indescribable pink; the gold paint on the furniture has also peeled off, and the silk face reveals the face of the silk:

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

This is the case, from the fate of the owner of this mansion, Mr. De Treville.

The Treville family was once a splendid in the old dynasty era. The previous Duke of Treville was always a favorite in Versailles. In 1789, the storm of the Great Revolution began to sweep the entire France. In the general atmosphere of liquidation of the nobles, the Duke of Treville naturally went to the guillotine.

He had two sons, both fled to Germany and became exiled nobles in France. The eldest son Philip inherited the throne of dukes and continued to serve with the Bourbon royal family, becoming a confidant of the Earl of Provence (which later King Louis XVIII).

And his second son was named Victor.

In 1802, Napoleon, who was the first in power, issued an edict to announce the pardon of the nobles who had been exiled for various reasons. After the Supreme Lord was officially crowned on December 2, 1804, such edicts were repeatedly issued. Victor, the second son of the former Duke of Treville, returned to France in 1805 after years of foreign exile.

As we all know, Emperor Napoleon was always quite generous to the old nobles who returned from abroad and respectfully surrendered to him - especially those famous families. He generously treated Victor and fulfilled Victor's desire to join the army.

Due to time issues, Victor did not have time to catch up with the Battle of Austerlitz, which made Napoleon reach the pinnacle at the end of 1805, and could not see the embarrassment of the Russian Tsar and the Austrian emperor's pursuit of peace with their own eyes. However, in the Battle of Jena and Aulstadt in 1806, Victor, as a cavalry officer, fought bravely and led his subordinates to defeat the Prussian army on the North German Plain, and rushed into Berlin. He was commended and promoted by His Majesty the Emperor. "The Brave Treville" was also famous in the empire. In the later empire's wars in Austria and Russia, Victor also made many contributions and was finally promoted to a general by the emperor.

The emperor usually did not hesitate to reward his meritorious ministers at all. He re-appointed 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. In the old Empire, the marquis often invited guests here and became a famous social place in the upper class of the empire. There were even rumors that the female grand duke of Tuscany (that is, Napoleon's eldest sister Elisa) had also been here fortunate.

However, after the collapse of the empire in 1815, the grand scene never reappeared.

After the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, Victor was different from other returning nobles who bent down to His Majesty again. He refused to bow to King Louis for forgiveness, but continued to show his nostalgia for the old empire and the emperor. Therefore, he was naturally coldly treated and became a member of the half-paid officer.

[After the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, officers from the Napoleon era were basically cleared and could only receive half a salary.]

If the salary cut was considered a threat to the Treville family's family business, then the idleness was a fatal blow to the Marquis' family. The later French government, whether it was Bourbon France or the July dynasty, gave the Marquis any chance, neither giving the Marquis any opportunity, so he could not subsidize the family by earning extra money (in 1823, Bourbon France sent troops to interfere in the Spanish throne turmoil and later occupied Madrid. The colonization of North Africa has always been the consistent policy of the French government for decades), so the decline of the Marquis' family became natural.

However, whether it is prosperity or decline, glory or fall, this place is still the home of Charles, which will never change.

Recently, the old and weak Marquis has always gone to bed early. In order not to disturb the elderly's sleep, Charles relaxed his steps and planned to return to his room on the second floor to rest.

However……

"Ahh, our hero Charles is finally back!"

The sudden loud shout made Charles stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after hearing who the speaker was.

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

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

The Marquis, who was over 60 years old, had already gray hair, but was still delicately combed and separated. Although there were many folds on his face, the edges and corners were still quite straight, leaving traces of a handsome man from his youth. What impressed the most was those pairs of energetic and enthusiastic eyes. Charles always believed that the passion retained in these eyes would not even be less than a young man.

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

"Once a person reaches this age, it will not be easy to sleep. You have come back and make such a big noise, which will wake me up long ago." Although the tone seems to be complaining, it is full of the affection of the elderly for their descendants. But soon, their eyes are serious again, "How about it, on your side? Are everything going well?"

"Well..." Charles hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's going well."

"What's wrong? Is something happened?" The Marquis keenly felt Charles' hesitation for a moment and hurriedly asked.

Charles did not want to tell the old man about such a problem and add unnecessary worries to him, but since the Marquis had asked him, he decided to tell him all. "The meeting went smoothly and there was no accident. However, a gunfight occurred near the place where we were in the meeting..."

The old marquis raised his eyebrows.

"The thing is..." Charles was about to explain, but the old man suddenly interrupted him.

"You just came back. Have a drink of water, eat something, and then take a break. When you go to my room to talk about today in detail!" He left his instructions and slowly returned to his bedroom along the corridor.

"Okay." Charle nodded, feeling grateful.
Chapter completed!