Sur ma peau

03.

There have been rumors that the Bastille is the best prison in France, and now it seems to be true.Single room, wooden bed, set of tables and chairs, cheap ink and quills, yellowed and rough paper, and an old Bible.

I don't know when it started to snow, and the cold wind whizzed in from between the iron railings of the window, and a thin layer of white accumulated on the ground near the window.

The top floor of the tower of the Bastille overlooks half of Paris.As a defensive fortress, every design reflects its original function, the labyrinth-like layout, uneven and changing steps, narrow aisles, shooting ports and observation windows on the tower.

The field of view is excellent.

Jabofika stood in front of the window, tired, but unable to fall asleep, the exquisite dress was not suitable for such an occasion, and could not block the cold wind, but he didn't realize it, and was trapped in chaotic thoughts.

In the early morning after New Year's Eve, this should be the quietest time in Versailles. The balls and gambling games have ended, and the whole palace fell into a deep sleep. It was not until the evening when the dinner on the first day of the New Year began that Louis would find out that he was missing.

Holding the window sill with his fingers, several finger marks were left on the thin snow.

The appearance of Charlie's minions is too coincidental, like a trap.The manuscript was the bait for him to leave Versailles. In order not to reveal the identity of the other party, he had a secret meeting, so he left the ball early due to physical discomfort, and went to Paris alone without guards.With Charlie's style, it is impossible to make such an auspicious plan. It is more like someone hunting him through Charlie's hand.

The snowstorm has arrived, and the building will collapse.

The royal family is heavily in debt and the people are miserable.In the streets of Paris, there are too many civilians who have lost their jobs and land, lack of food, hungry and restless.The anger at the bottom lacks only one flashpoint.

He should not doubt, only trust.

Necker's fiscal reforms are likely to be hopeless, and the convening of a third parliament is imperative.The draft of the legislation was the result of negotiations with the Third Parliament, amending the law to give the common people enough power; no class restrictions, tax increases according to income, solving financial difficulties and at the same time calming the tense relationship with the people.It's just that there are still some detailed regulations that need to be discussed.He didn't know the name and identity of the other party, so he asked the messenger to invite Yinfang to meet.Maybe the news didn't arrive, or maybe the other party found the clue on the way and left in time; either way is fine, there is no need to get another one for this.

The warden was the young man Charlie suggested to be knighted, a law student in the same class as Robespierre.

Minos Gelfin.

Sensitive, with hostility.

Yabofika thought that there would be no problem with handwriting imitation, but the other party's question seemed to be a definite forgery.There was a wild guess, but he wasn't sure yet.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of the lock being unlocked and unbolted.Yabofika turned sideways, and two royal guards in blue uniforms with gold trim walked into the cell.

Pursuing.

They pulled out their chairs and spread out a piece of paper full of words on the table.

"Your Highness, please sign."

Yabo Fica stepped forward, picked up the paper, and the content was predictable.

United with the Third Parliament, inciting the people to assemble illegally, in an attempt to murder the king and usurp the imperial power.

To sign is treason.Louis wouldn't kill him for it, but exile was inevitable.

Such guilt seems like a joke.He tried to be a bridge between Versailles and Paris and ease the conflict, but in the eyes of his brothers, he had evil intentions.

"What if I disagree?"

"I'm afraid you will suffer a little bit." The musket rests on the shoulder, which is indeed not a fatal place.

Where did Charlie find these lackeys, they were as disgusting as maggots.

Deceiving too much.

The key chain on the wall changed its arrangement, and Minos, who stepped into the office at the last second of working hours, immediately noticed the subtle difference.

"Who has been here?" Minos stopped and asked.

"The special envoys of the Earl of Artois, they have brought a letter to see the Earl of Proin." The guard at the door replied.

"Which cell is the earl in?" It's just that I have no patience for one night, which is annoying.

"East One Tower."

He hated climbing stairs early in the morning.

"Follow." Minos turned to the east tower almost without hesitation. The garrison of the Bastille was only a hundred people, and the shift system made this huge fortress look empty.

"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunfire from the tower broke the dead silence.

Who allowed them to bring this thing into the cell.Minos couldn't help but wanted to curse, but he quickened his pace, nimbly crossed the gap on the steps used to block the enemy, and left the following guards behind.

They can't shoot a count here.That would leave endless trouble and disrupt all deployments.

Jumping up the final flight of steps, Minos rushed to the only cell at the top of the tower.

The door was open.The overturned ink bottle, the torn pieces of paper, and the two envoys of the Earl of Artois collapsed on the ground, panting in agony that could not even scream.

The black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Minos' face, and Earl Punoin held the gun with a cold expression on his face.

Minos took two steps back steadily to prevent the other party from being overly nervous and going off fire, and by the way left the range that could be held hostage.

The sound of the guards' orderly footsteps came from the other end of the aisle, gradually approaching.

"You cannot escape," said Minos.

The Earl snorted mockingly and pulled the trigger.

"Click."

Empty sound.

The musket was not reloaded.

He dropped the gun just enough to make it spin and stop at Minos' feet, then slowly raised his hand.

The guards rushed in and packed the not-so-spacious cell to the brim.

"Take it."

Note:

1. Charlie: Charlie Philip, Earl of Artois

2. Louis: Louis XVI