Sur ma peau

07.

East Tower of the Bastille.

"Master Warden." Seeing Minos coming in, the count closed the book in his hand and put it aside. There was no title on the leather cover, and it was not a reading material provided by the prison library.He wore a three-piece suit for formal reception, with long hair tied behind his head, and a black dress with simple cuts, but the filigree fleur-de-lis embroidery on the cuffs and both sides of the skirt still showed the luxurious style of Versailles.

Some furnishings were added to the cell. The tea set on the low table next to the Earl and the corner bed were covered with thick and soft mattresses. The mahogany wardrobe and the rattan lounge chair were incompatible with the surroundings. The flame of the fireplace was burning brightly, and the wood crackled slightly from time to time. The sound dispelled the chill in the room.

It has been more than a month since the confession was submitted to Versailles, and there was no response as if it had sunk to the bottom of the Seine.On the contrary, after the king knew that the earl was ill, he specially issued a decree, asking the Bastille to give the other party the treatment he deserved for his title, and dispatched a doctor from the royal family, and even sent several carts of the earl's supplies.

Perhaps the earl knew from the beginning that no matter how many crimes he committed, he would not die.

So so confident.

"Your Highness." No matter how dissatisfied Minos felt in his heart, at this moment Minos could only honestly extend a polite greeting.

Weekly cell inspections were one of the work routines that Minos had always wanted to abolish. Normally, the Earl would be taking a lunch break at this time. The medicine prepared by the doctor added valerian, which has the effect of calming and helping sleep.He deliberately chose the time, but still encountered an accident.

"Please sit down." The count picked up the teapot on the low table and poured two cups of tea. The hot white mist curled between his fingers, making his white fingers glow like jade carvings.The sickness on his face has not completely faded away, he is bloodless pale, and the sequelae caused by hypothermia will probably accompany him for a long time, even lifelong.

"Let's talk about the amendment bill."

"Sorry—" I'm not interested.

Before he finished speaking, the count raised his eyebrows, "How sure are you that I won't confess you at that time?" Those blue eyes were as calm as ever, but Minos suddenly felt cold.

How does he know? !

"Horse——" the first syllable was bitten abruptly, and Minos stared at the other party, unable to help being angry, because of the obvious trap and his own short-lived impulse.

Maximilian Robespierre would never reveal his identity to him.

The Count wasn't sure, and now he was.

The royal family will not move an earl, but for such a small role as him, it is just a matter of decree.

Do not underestimate the rose of France.When conveying the news, Maximilian specifically mentioned that what can grow in Versailles is not as soft as it appears on the surface.

This is not the rose of France, it is clearly the cactus of Versailles, if you touch it, you will be stabbed all over your body.

Now that his identity was clear, Minos no longer wore a mask, and stretched out his hand neither humble nor humble.

"Minos."

"Abofika." The earl raised his hand to shake hands with him, exchanging names formally.His hand was soft and strong, and he withdrew it after a slight grip, as if he didn't like too much contact with others.

The two sat down next to the short bench. There was not enough time, and Yabo Fica said straight to the point: "In terms of tax law reform, the enumerated regulations can basically be passed."

There is no need to talk about this again. Louis tried twice to make the privileged class pay the same tax, but both ended in failure. The convening of the three-level parliament means that the tax law reform has an alliance and an absolute advantage in the number of votes.

"I saw your proposal for a constitution." At the end of that manuscript, it was written that there was a need for a law, higher than the existing royal and religious laws.

"I thought the royal view was 'no one else should be above the monarch'?" Minos asked rhetorically, with some sarcasm.

"Charlie should have been born 200 years earlier, and he will never meet Jean Bodin." Yabofika picked up the teacup, not because he was thirsty, but to absorb the heat. Personally, he didn't like this teacup. The warden was even quite offended, but from a political point of view, he needed him. In the face of the situation in the kingdom, personal preferences were not worth mentioning.

The absolute theory of royal power is no longer suitable for France now.

It cannot be denied that most people in the third class are like Minos and have a deep prejudice against royal power.Disapproving of Charlie's political views, but dormant in his power, taking over the Bastille, a completely worthless pension in the eyes of the nobles, combined with the identity of the other party, the answer is not difficult to guess.

The arsenal of Paris is set in the Bastille.

The three-level meeting will be held in May. If the contradiction cannot be resolved, it will turn into a bloody conflict.

"France needs a code of law that demonstrates freedom, equality, and human rights. Law is not within my professional scope. There are other parts that I haven't thought of. Please complete them."

The alternation of new and old, a little carelessness, is turmoil and war.

"Before the three-level meeting is held, there must be a framework for the main body."

"I'm going to do everything I can to make it happen."

Requirements, deadlines, quid pro quo.

"I will consider your proposal and pass it on to others." Minos stood up, "I should go, happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

Just as Minos turned around, Jabofika's voice caught up again.

"Also, please don't add valerian to my potion. Sleeping too long will make you dizzy."