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"Cadrousse, bring in our 'new friend'!"

Andrea stood behind the swinging door of the tavern and spoke.

"Red Square" stood behind Roland, smiled, and stretched out his hand to push Roland violently.

Roland: Even if you don't push me, I will go and find out.

In this plane, she heard for the first time that someone wants to lead everyone to fight for "political rights".

What kind of people are they?What organization?What's the purpose?

Curiosity drove Roland forward.

She pushed open the swinging door and walked into a smoky hall.Under the dim light, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at her.

Andrea was standing in the middle of the hall, still wearing the servant clothes she had changed in advance, with a pen pinned behind her ear and a pad in her breast pocket.

His appearance is not much different from that in the box at the opera house earlier, but his whole temperament has completely changed.

Andrea, who was sitting in the box earlier, was more or less cautious in the right and left.Although his appearance is suave and romantic, there is a little bit of guard in his expression.

Roland originally thought that this kind of guarding came from his first entry into the Parisian social circle, and he had to deal with scrutiny from all directions at any time.Now it seems that is not the reason.

Now Andrea is full of unruly, wild and self-confidence. When he saw Roland, his beautiful blue eyes suddenly revealed a wicked smile: "So it's you!"

Roland nodded calmly: "It's me."

"I'm passing by here, come in and take a look."

"Benedetto, don't trust him. He's been following you all this time to find this place. You can see that he's so well dressed, he might be a secret policeman from the Ministry of the Interior."

"Red Square" Caderousse shouted behind Roland.

The crowd was immediately incited by the words "secret police".

"Hell, we thought our meetings were secret enough."

"Why don't you... kill him..."

In these voices, there was more fear than hostility.

Roland quickly suppressed his throat and tried his best to answer in a deep voice: "Don't worry, everyone, this is really just a misunderstanding."

"If I really want to blend into your gathering, I should at least change into something less conspicuous?"

Like her, wearing high riding boots, a small leather waistcoat, a woolen coat with a large open collar, and an outfit that is out of place here—the Paris secret police should not be so stupid.

On the contrary, Caderousse, who yelled loudly as soon as he entered the door and called her the "secret police", behaved strangely.

Andrea let out a "haha" long laugh: "Don't worry, everyone, I know this man. He can't be the secret police."

The atmosphere in the hall immediately relaxed a little.

"Then does he have anything to do with our 'enemy'?"

Caderousse confronted Andrea loudly.

"Benedetto, those... rich, powerful and powerful people you mentioned, what does he have to do with those people? Will he tell about our party?"

Roland himself felt a little powerless to refute this.

She was, after all, the daughter of a banker—andrea, who was there, knew that very well.

"Everyone, I don't know any of you, and I don't know the purpose of gathering here." Roland quickly explained.

"But I do have no intention of spying on your secrets, and I will also keep my mouth shut about what I saw today."

She is just curious.

"Of course, just to be on the safe side, I suggest that you change to another meeting place after tonight."

Roland hoped that such a kind reminder could dispel some of the hostility in front of him.

Andrea smiled, pushed aside the crowd, and came to Roland.

"This... leave this person to me!"

"I assure you that this man will not show up in front of you 'like this' again."

Andrea made it very clear: Roland will not "be like this again" and appear at his rally in this "image".

It was rare that Andrea didn't have much hostility.

Roland's impression of him increased slightly.

But many people interpret Andrea's words as "permanent silence".

Roland immediately felt the tense atmosphere around him relax.

Just how worried are these people about their "secret"?

"No...don't, this, this... is a good person!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice sounded from the corner of the hall.

Roland was also surprised that she saw the face of the theater manager in the crowd.

"Hector? Are you here too?"

Roland understood why she couldn't find the manager in the background.

The manager of the troupe blushed, but he was very persistent. He shook his head and said, "He's a good guy...very good..."

Andrea immediately smiled brightly at Roland: "I really don't know, but someone would regard you as a 'good person'?"

He stretched out his arm and firmly hooked Roland's shoulder.

He put almost all the weight of his body on Roland's shoulders, and Roland couldn't move for a moment——Andrea stepped forward, and she had to follow suit.

Under such pressure, Roland blushed and followed Andrea step by step out of the secret hall in the tavern.

Everyone could see the pressure Roland felt.

People seem to be very satisfied with this, thinking that Roland will eventually shut up under this "pressure".

Walking out of the promenade and coming to the entrance of the tavern, Andrea waved back: "Everyone leave!"

"Leave this matter to me in advance-everyone wait for the notification first, and we will meet again when we find another safe place."

"Cadrousse, you need not escort me any longer."

Roland heard the "Red Square" hey behind him, and then quacked like a drake.

Andrea stopped helplessly, felt in his pocket, turned to Roland and asked, "Hey, do you have any change?"

This sound was familiar and kind, as if he was not a young man who had known Roland for just a day, as if he had known her all his life.

When Andrea asked this sentence, he even laughed to himself, not believing that the other party would really help him.

But seeing that Roland really lowered his head, he rummaged through the shallow pocket of her tight vest, took out two gold louis, and stuffed them into Andrea's hands.

Andrea thanked in a low voice, turned around and stuffed the two gold louis into Caderousse's hands, then turned his head and continued to hold Roland's shoulders.

"Cadrousse, be careful."

Andrea left a sentence and continued to walk forward with Roland in his arms.

This time he no longer put the weight of his body on Roland's shoulders, although his footsteps were still flimsy, like a young man who was drunk with indulgence.

"Miss," he almost pressed his lips to her face and asked in a whisper, "this is very close to Mont Blanc Street, do you need me to take you back to Tanglar Mansion first?"

"Where is the Grand Opera House?"

There was also a coachman and a maid in the Tanglars' house.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"Your mother will have heard from the servants that, after the opera, the two of us enjoyed the evening breeze in the streets of Paris, and returned happily to the Maison d'anglars together."

Roland didn't think about these things.

"I mean... Heidi."

Heidi was probably still waiting in the box for her to sneak back.

Andrea raised his eyebrows when he heard the name: "The Greek woman protected by the Count of Monte Cristo?"

"I'll send you to the Rue Mont Blanc first, and then I'll run to the Opera House."

"Just leave it to me."

Andrea made a decision instantly.

"Miss, now we seem to have a common secret?"

Roland nodded, "Yeah".

Tonight's adventure unexpectedly pinched the two of them into a community in the shortest possible time.

Andrea's secrets are rallies in Parisian bistros, initiatives for political rights... and his other name - Benedetto?Is he French or Italian?

Roland's secret is to disguise herself as a man and sneak away from her companions in Paris at night... Besides, the manager of the Royal Opera Company thinks she is a "good person"?

The secrets shared between the two immediately created a stable "don't sell each other" relationship-perhaps this is the best tacit understanding in the world.After Roland and Andrea agreed on their respective destinations, they stopped talking and never mentioned the past.

After the two of them left the tavern, they returned to the Auberge Street.

Andrea stopped pretending to be drunk, and let go of Roland's shoulders.He was half a step behind Roland when he walked, and outsiders looked like loyal servants, closely following their wayward masters.

Soon they came to the Rue Mont Blanc, outside the door of the Tanglar mansion.

Inside the mansion, Baron Danglars' study was lit, and the banker was apparently checking his books again.

The wing belonging to Madame Danglars was completely dark—the baroness was having dinner with her avowed lover and had not yet returned.

While Roland was still hesitating how to trick the porter, Andrea jumped out from behind her, walked up crookedly, breathed alcohol, put his arms around the neck of the porter of the Tanglar mansion and asked: "Brother...Xinqiao, how to get there?"

The concierge was most afraid of getting drunk, so in desperation, he could only half-support Andrea to the middle of the road, and pointed him in the direction of the new bridge: "There, after two blocks, turn left, and you will reach the Seine River ...Man, will you fall into the river like this..."

Roland had already taken advantage of this time to sneak into Tanglar's mansion.

She quietly returned to the small living room through a small door that her mother used to go in and out every day, turned a corner, and finally returned to her room.

Instead of lighting the lamp, she opened the bedroom window and looked out of the Tanglar mansion.

Sure enough, Andrea did not go to the Pont Neuf, but waited for her news outside the fence.

Roland waved to him, and Andrea circled the index finger and thumb of his right hand, stretched out three fingers and made an "ok" gesture to her.

He even made a gesture under the lights of the mansion: "It's a happy cooperation."

Alright——Roland quietly closed the window, returned to his room, quickly changed all the men's clothes on his body, and then quietly lit a lamp to show the outside world that the banker living in this mansion Miss has come back.

In the piano room next door, the sound of Louise's piano is still flowing - the piano from the Grand Opera House has been purchased, and the band and the pianist are running in.Therefore, Louise has been practicing hard almost all the time, so that she will not live up to Roland's expectations when she goes on stage.

Roland lay down on the soft bed, carefully recalling what happened tonight from beginning to end.

There is no doubt that Andrea, or Benedetto, is by no means an ordinary admirer or suitor.

Known as the prince of Italy by the outside world, he is sitting on a huge wealth of millions, but he hides in a bistro in Paris and gathers with ordinary people.

Roland still remembers clearly that Andrea used the word "struggle" in his speech-he had an experienced tone, and everyone in the tavern had a very serious attitude, it seemed that they were all Take it quite seriously.

By the way, she suddenly remembered that Andrea had mentioned a place name: Toulon——

After Andrea left the Tanglar mansion on Mont Blanc Street, he quickly returned to the Grand Opera House.

He went to the Count of Monte Cristo's box first, and unexpectedly—the box was empty, and the cleaner was cleaning it.

He asked the cleaner for help, dismissed the servant who was guarding the door of the box, and slipped back to change into the clothes of a nobleman. Only then did he find change in his pocket, and he was able to generously reward the cleaner with five francs.

After sending away the coachmen of the Tanglars, Andrea left the theater in a relaxed state.

He is currently staying at the Prince Hotel, which is a little distance from the Grand Opera House to the Prince Hotel, but the weather tonight is very good, and the night wind is very gentle, enough for him to think about what happened today—the girl he met.

He started to like the girl a little bit.

Just now when she saw her wearing men's clothes and standing heroically in the tavern, Andrea only thought she was—so reckless and a silly girl.

But when did he reverse his impression of her?

Whether it was her calmness in the face of danger that moved him, or was it because any ordinary person in the tavern could stand up and prove to her—"She is a very, very, very good person..."

Thinking of this, Night Breeze became more gentle.

Andrea looked up, feeling more and more drunk, drunk without drinking.

The Prince Hotel is just ahead, and Andrea reminded herself that she has to put away this leisure and quickly put on the air of "His Royal Highness".

Unexpectedly, someone coughed heavily behind him.

Andrea bounced like a spring, turned around, and secretly regretted in her heart: thinking about what was there and what was not, she gave up her vigilance, and she didn't even notice that someone was following her.

"Cadrousse? Is that you?"

Seeing the people behind him, Andrea breathed a sigh of relief.

"Didn't I ask you to stop following me?"

"My little Benedetto, I'm sorry, it's not that I want to interfere in your personal life."

"But that was obviously a girl just now..."

"And you sent her back to some banker's house."

"What would everyone at the rally think if they heard about it?"

"Will they still trust you as their leader?"

"What would the banker think if I went to the banker and told him all the 'big things' you and I did in Toulon?"

"The banker and I are very familiar... When we were young, we used to sit together and have dinner many times..."

Caderousse squinted his eyes, as if lost in remembrance.

Andrea immediately frowned: "Cadrouse, what do you want to say?"

"I'm not doing this for my personal pleasure."

"I am for the well-being of more people and a more glorious cause."

Caderousse smiled and stepped forward, reaching out to touch Andrea's newly changed black evening dress.

"But if what happened tonight is revealed, it will make others doubt you, won't it?"

"It is not an easy task to unite so many people into one heart."

Andrea didn't speak.

"Benedetto, to be honest, Caderousse is old. Compared with what you said, 'the well-being of more people' and 'a more glorious career', I would rather have a stable pension, which can Live comfortably in retirement for a few days."

"I can't even think about the days we spent in Toulon!"

Andrea stood still, looking at Caderousse, and after a while, finally sighed.

"In addition to the two gold louis given by the lady earlier, I still have some spare money to support you."

"I'll tell you the address. You'll wait for me there tomorrow."

"..."

The next day, Roland found an excuse to go out and headed to the Central Library in Paris.

Today she was dressed as a plainly dressed governess, borrowing a hat and veil to hide her excessive beauty.

The Central Library is the same age as the July Dynasty.

During the period of "Great Turbulence", the capital lost many treasures. After the situation stabilized, all kinds of ancient books and publications that survived by luck began to flow back slowly and made their homes in this library.

In addition, the library also keeps a variety of newspapers, both national and local newspapers and periodicals, which can be found here.

"Excuse me, if I want to find newspapers and periodicals published in some places, which area should I go to?"

The elderly librarian asked: "Miss, are you looking for local chronicles, or the latest news?"

Roland estimated Andrea's age and said, "It's mainly newspapers within five years."

The librarian pointed her in the direction: "All newspapers and periodicals are classified by province. You find the region first, and then you can look it up by time from near to far!"

Roland thanked the librarian, went to find the column of Var 1, took out the local newspaper in Toulon, and flipped forward in chronological order.

Because Andrea had mentioned the word "struggle," she always felt that something big must have happened.

"Here it is."

Suddenly, a short report caught Roland's eyes:

"The convict uprising at Toulon has been completely suppressed the other day."

Convicts?riot?

Roland was surprised by what she saw. It was difficult for her to associate Andrea with a convict... That Caderousse was a bit like that.

She expected that there would not be such a simple one-line report, so she quickly searched all the newspapers around this date, and finally pieced together the general facts of the "Toulon Riot"——

The convicts of Toulon organized a riot. Instead of fleeing, they demanded reasonable personal rights.

They complained of a miscarriage of justice, many of whom were never tried before being sent to hard labour.

There are even a large number of "substitutes" among these convicts. In order to support their elderly parents, impoverished young people are willing to lock themselves on the rowing boats in the military port and serve until they die.

The "riot" was vigorous at the beginning, but it was inevitable that it would fall into the situation of being outnumbered.

So Roland saw the original message.

"The convict uprising at Toulon has been completely suppressed the other day."

There is also a small note below: "The riot leaders Benedetto, Caderousse and others are still wanted at large."