Under the afterglow of the sunset, Albert Defoa Gray sorted out his appearance at the door of the Chloe Club. Under the reflection of the golden glow, the handsome and delicate young man is now like a sculpture of an ancient Greek.

Then, with his cane, he walked into this famous high-class gathering place with a despise of the doorman with a devotion to everything.

After the end of the Imperial Age, the upper class in France had a style of learning from Britain. The new thing "club" also crossed the narrow English Channel and became a new trend in France. After the French government officially abolished the casinos, the males in the upper class cherished these only places of entertainment.

Seeing someone enter, the guests in the club glanced at him, and then they turned aside and continued to do their own things.

Under the cover of the frivolous expression on the surface, Albert carefully observed the people inside from the corner of his eyes and scanned his faces.

Then in a corner, he found a target - a young man who looked twenty-six or seven years old, not tall, slightly fat, not handsome but well-dressed.

Count Louis de Leoran, the eldest son of the Marquis Leoran and the legal heir to the title, were chatting with his friends while beating Whist.

After the collapse of the Napoleonic Empire and the Bourbon dynasty returned to France with the help of foreign bayonets, the French had a nearly subconscious fear of getting into evil with Britain, even after the July dynasty overthrew the Bourbon system's rule. The France, which once fought a hundred years ago with Britain and led the entire continent to try to destroy Britain, and once fought with the British in the Netherlands, Spain, and Belgium, now no longer had the spirit of fighting with Britain.

British textiles, British concepts and even British entertainment activities became popular in France - Whist card drama is one of the examples.

Albert pretended to be unintentionally paced towards the corner, while saying hello to someone who knew him and joking.

"My friend, once, I made a mistake and made a girl a mother. What's worse is that the miserable lady was so stupid that she confessed her mistake to her mother. Oh, that poor mother came to me and asked me what to do... guess how would I answer?"

"How to answer?" someone next to him asked.

"But, madam, I'm neither a surgeon nor a midwife, what can I help?" Albert replied deliberately in a sharp voice.

His teasing caused a burst of laughter. With this laughter, he walked to the side of Count Leolang without any trace.

"But now, if that lady comes to me again, I don't mind giving the unborn little angel a few pieces of maltose..."

Albert whispered to others and joked, while secretly paying attention to the count's playing cards.

He soon came to the conclusion.

He has poor card skills and is out of order, and he plays cards at will. He seems to be an easy person to deal with.

It seems that the old friend's commission should be completed more easily, he thought to himself.

At this moment, it seemed that he had been fighting for too long and was so anxious that he wanted to go out for convenience. Earl Leolang, Huode stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

That's now.

Albert secretly gave a wink to a young man next to him who seemed to be talking to others.

The young man with a tough look on his face understood it, and then slowly moved his body to block the course of action of Count Leolang.

It seemed that the cards had been playing for a long time but had not come back to their senses. The Count did not notice that someone was blocking his way, and then the two of them bumped into each other without any accident.

"Sir, be careful!" The young man glared at the count sternly, then pushed him away.

The Count shook his head and walked straight to the bathroom.

Albert gave the young man a look of praise, then found a seat in the corner and sat down, waiting to see the next good show.

After a while, the count walked out of the bathroom and walked towards his original seat.

Then... he bumped into the young man before.

"Sir, did you do it on purpose?!" The young man seemed to be angry and stared at the count with fierce eyes.

"I'm not, you obviously blocked me twice!" The Count seemed to be angry and responded in the same way.

"You mean, is this my responsibility?"

"Isn't it?" the Count glared at the other party, then muttered a few words and continued to walk towards his seat.

"Sir, I think you need to apologize to me." The young man looked at the count proudly and said.

"Apology? No, it's your own fault," the Count smiled disdainfully, "and do you know who I am?"

"Oh?" the young man shrugged indifferently, "Who are you?"

"I am Count Leolang!" The Count replied with an extraordinary look on his face. Then he took out his business card from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

The young man took the business card and looked at it.

The Count smiled and planned to leave.

However, the youth surprised him next.

"It's so dirty," said the young man coldly, "It seems you've put it on for too long, so get me another one." Then the young man threw the business card at his feet.

The people next to them seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and they looked here with hidden eyes and whispered.

The Count's eyes widened.

This is a provocation, yes, this is a provocation!

And in this case, he must make a duel. A young man and a French young man cannot tolerate such public humiliation and must wash it with blood. If he retreats this time, his reputation will definitely be ruined.

But... I bet everything about me for this bad guy who came out of nowhere... This is simply crazy!

The Count was now in a mess and wanted to speak up to fight this bastard who offended him, but he couldn't say it.

"What? Sir, shouldn't you bring me a business card?" The young man was still unwilling to give in, but instead raised his voice.

This shows that more and more people are here.

A cold sweat appeared on the count's forehead. He looked at his original seat, but found that none of his card friends would contact him - they also found something was wrong and dared not wade into the muddy water.

"Sir..." The sarcasm in the young man's eyes became increasingly intense.

Let's fight!

The Count made up his mind and prepared to make a duel with him.

"My friends, what are you doing?" A soft voice suddenly penetrated.

Instinctively, the count looked in the direction where the sound floated over.

A well-dressed and handsome young man walked over with a perfect smile, and shone with the glory of the savior under the light of the crystal chandelier.

After staying for a while, he remembered who the other party was.

"Albert..." He greeted the other party with a slightly trembling voice.

Albert walked over, then picked up the business card on the ground without any trace and put it in his pocket.

"Louis, Lyons, please forgive me for taking the liberty. I seemed to be a little unhappy when I looked at you..." He still looked at the two of them with that perfect smile, "What the hell is going on?"

"We just accidentally bumped twice..." the Count answered quickly.

He knows this person! It seems that he can help me with the help!

The count's heart gradually stabilized.

"He hit me, but said it was my fault." The young man replied in a still gloomy tone.

"Oh, I thought you were such a big deal, but it turned out to be such a small thing!" Albert's tone was extremely light, "Is this kind of thing worth quarrel like this?"

"He has to apologize to me!" The young man was still relentless.

"For the sake of our friendship, you should not have conflicts over such trivial matters. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to have fun together?" Albert patted the young man on the shoulder and looked at the count.

The young man's tense face slowly relaxed.

"Hmph, okay, for your sake."

Albert held two hands with one hand at each other. "Come on, it's rare for everyone to meet each other, so have a drink together!" Then he smiled and said to the count, "This is my friend Lyons. He has served in North Africa before, and his gun is so accurate! I also made an appointment with him to go hunting in the countryside if he has the chance!"

The count's face froze and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Saved.

The three of them then found a seat and sat down together. Albert ordered a few bottles of whiskey and then toasted to each other.

It seemed that because they were in a bad mood, after drinking a few drinks, the young man quickly left, and then Albert and the Earl kept praising and drinking.

Chatting while drinking.

For some reason, after several times of the topic, the two talked about getting married.

"My friend, I heard you are getting married recently? You are still the daughter of the Duke of Treville! I really envy you. I got a lot of dowry this time, right? Come on, do it..."

The Earl who drank another cup had no idea how much he had drunk, but just drank one cup after another, his tongue was a little knotted.

"My friend...I...I have...what should I be envied...I married a wife...but didn't...not...not brought a Su's dowry..."

"Hmm?" Albert exclaimed in a shock, and then questioned in a tone of "You guy got a cheap guy and still behaved well," "Are you a lie..."

"How could it be...How could it be lying to you, my friend..." The Count's eyes were empty and hazy, "This is...This is a deal..."

"trade?"

"My aunt...my aunt..."

"aunt?"

"My aunt is dead... she has no children... her property should have been passed to me... but... but... she made a will, and gave it to my little sister... fuck... When the notary read out this will, my father... my mother... and... and me, I was so... I was so angry!"

"How many?"

"How many...I...I don't know...but there should be a lot..." Under the influence of alcohol, Count Leolang was completely unable to speak clearly, and Albert took great effort to hear it clearly. "My aunt, her...her husband... bought a large amount of bonds before he passed away, and later...and later there was a government compensation payment... that was also a large sum... if it was added up..."

[In 1825, the extreme conservatives who controlled the regime issued a decree to compensate the nobles who suffered losses during the Revolution, totaling 1 billion francs. The funds were supported by the state treasury, and the government also reduced the interest on national debt in order to raise funds. It was directly exposed to the vast bourgeoisie in France and became a major fuse for the revolution several years later. This decree was considered one of the stupidest political decisions in the Bourbon Restoration era.]
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