There were three people in the attic, the old man and two middle-aged people. The debate came from the middle-aged people, and they were all standing. The debate for several hours did not make the two feel tired at all, but on the contrary it was even more intense. The old man was sitting, as if he was a nobleman, an old nobleman, oh, by the way, the duke behind the scenes planning to attack the mountain general.

He was staying in his position without saying a word, his face was covered with sorrow, his eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, as if he was silently reciting something. The old man had a small album on his knee. If he was closer, he could find that the album depicted the reunion of a family, one man, one woman and one child. The man was Tani, the duke's son-in-law, and a young nobleman died on the central plateau; the woman was Alice, the duke's daughter, and the little girl in her arms was the old man's granddaughter, and the mother and daughter were martyred by the Toulon Massacre.

"Alice, Tani, and my cute little granddaughter, your family has finally reunited in heaven, but he has cruelly left me, the old man alone in this cold world." The old man kept touching the album with his wrinkled hands, constantly recalling the warm time in his mind, trying to capture the long-departed family affection. But he was still disappointed, because the argument between the two people in front of him had evolved into endless abuse.

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"My brother, you forgot that you are a nobleman and actually talked to the butcher."

"I am a nobleman, and even more an honest and selfless nobleman. My statement is to speak for our own interests."

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"Damn the MP, what good does that Oriental Satan give you, do you work for him like this?"

"There is no benefit, it is the need of the current situation. Unlike the shameless you, you dare to ask for* in Brittaria."

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"Fuck you, you have betrayed the Dharma King, and you should really send you to the guillotine."

"It was you who went to the guillotine. Your incompetence led to the final failure of the uprising in the Vendée region. I really don't know that you still have the face to run to Paris."

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The two of them had no previous demeanor at all, and the conflict continued to escalate. Fortunately, the sound insulation effect in the attic was very good. The roars of both sides failed to alarm the patrolling on the street, but ruthlessly interrupted the old duke's happy memories of the past.

"Enough!" The old man's voice was very low, but it was strong and powerful. The two short words made the two rooster-like guys immediately stop. After looking at each other fiercely, he returned to their respective positions with his head down.

After a brief pause, the old man suppressed his inner impulse, breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, walked to the desk not far away, and carefully placed the album in his hand. He did not turn around, but just turned his back to his followers and said:

"The kingdom has suffered more than four years of hardship, and many nobles have sacrificed and many noble blood have flowed. If the quarrel can end all this misfortune, I am willing to accompany you to the republican parliament hall to debate. But this doesn't work, it's not possible. Okay, MP, tell me why the French nobles have to reach a compromise with the republicans."

The MP, the royalist who was hidden in the National Convention, heard the Duke's speech and felt that his opinion might be possible. Then he became excited and explained happily: "Yes, Your Highness the Duke..."

The MP said the words of the words were just interrupted by the warrior beside him, "No, Your Highness, we must get rid of that yellow-skinned Satan."

"How to get rid of it?" the MP asked back.

"Send a dead soldier to commit assassination. In Paris, he cannot have more guards staying by his side, and the opportunity is rare!"

"Death Soldier?! Do you want all the royal forces to be exposed to the enemy and waiting for the next round of massacre?"

"Bang, bang, bang..." The knocking sound on the table stopped the two of them from endless arguments again. The angry duke turned around and faced the warrior with an extremely stern expression, saying, "Shut up! After staying in the countryside for less than a year, even the minimum etiquette of the nobles was forgotten. What else can you talk about the revival kingdom? Please continue, MP, I hope your reasons can convince us."

"Of course, I have sufficient reasons to explain all this. First: in recent years, the aristocratic forces in France have been greatly weakened by the mobs. If we continue to promote, we may not have a day to turn around. Not to mention restoring the country, even the minimum right to survive will not be paid; Second: Due to consecutive losses, the allies have temporarily given up military aid. In isolation, we cannot cope with the attacks of various opposition forces in the country. It is appropriate to compromise with one or several factions; Third: Andrew is the enemy of the kingdom, but not the most important. The biggest enemy at present is the Paris mob led by the Ebert and the madman faction, and the three giants of the Yagbin faction. The terrorist policies initiated by them have led to massacres. They are the real murderers, and Andrew is just a tool; Fourth:

The current situation in Paris is very subtle. In addition to the three giants of the Jagbins, the Dantonists, the Plains Party and various mob organizations, a new political force has emerged, that is, the fence-bearing faction led by the Balas MPs. Sorry, I heard this title in the daily gatherings of the Plains people. I haven't figured out how powerful they are, but my intuition is that their strength is extraordinary. With time, it will definitely influence the political arena of Paris. The mountain general is a disciple of Balas, and will soon become his son-in-law. For this reason, I visited him this morning at the Balas official residence and talked secretly for more than three hours. The process was very pleasant, and Balas had the conditions to form an alliance with us. If it goes well, the Eastern butcher might be able to turn the gun and face other radical republicans."

"What conditions?" The duke continued to ask questions while stopping the warrior's reckless behavior.

"Stop military activities in the Vandai area and reach a peaceful agreement with the current Paris regime; guarantee that no more murders against Andrew will be directed." The MP said.

“Our benefits?!”

"On the National Convention and Public Security Committee, someone will propose a national reconciliation bill to lift the unreasonable persecution and suppression of the nobles."

"Can you pass?"

"It is meaningless to pass that bill. Our real purpose is to divert the Republicans from us and torture internal disputes between them so that the mad dogs can fight each other and never have peace."

"Very good! You're worried." The Duke thought for a while, nodded, and agreed to the MP's suggestion, and then said: "Yes, I agree that you have the full authority to handle the alliance agreement with the Balassites and report to me later."

"I object!" The warrior jumped out and protested loudly: "His Royal Highness, you forgot that butcher killed all your relatives, and we must avenge you!"

"Revenge is to be avenged, but it is definitely not now. Okay, I order you: tomorrow, no, now, withdraw all the assassination teams immediately, return to Wandai, and wait for the republican recruitment. It's almost dawn, I'm a little tired. You all go down and do whatever you should do." The old man waved his hand powerlessly, and the two subordinates took the noble etiquette and retreated one after another.
Chapter completed!