Make France Great Again

It took less than 10 minutes for the galloping carriage to arrive at their destination, the mansion of Baron Achille Fuld. In front of this mansion known for its luxury, Jerome Bonaparte once again felt the The charm of money.

The area of ​​the mansion surrounded by iron fences on both sides is about 10 times the size of the Rhine Hotel where Jerome Bonaparte lived. Perhaps it is the shelter of the gods (or money?), February and June The two proletarian revolutions did not cause any damage to the mansion. On the contrary, the civilian buildings located on both sides of the mansion were smashed to pieces by one of the revolutions.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It seems that the shells of capitalism will also go around the rich!" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but blurted out in spite of himself.

Mathilde beside Jerome Bonaparte did not speak, and pinched Jerome Bonaparte's tiger's jaw with her slender fingers, so that her younger brother would grow up longer. memory.

"hiss!"

It wasn't until Jerome Bonaparte rolled his eyes and showed a painful expression that Mathilde stopped her rude actions.

The two came to the entrance of the mansion, and the two guards guarding the entrance blocked the way of Jerome Bonaparte and Mathilde.

"Beautiful lady, please show your invitation card!" The guard said to Mathilde politely, his eyes kept on watching Jérôme Bonaparte as if he had seen a ghost.

Jerome Bonaparte could only show a good-natured smile and nod to the guard. Mathilde handed the invitation to the guard and said to the guard, "This is my brother Jerome. He pulled it over!"

After looking at Mathilde's invitation, the guard quickly realized that the person in front of him, who was somewhat similar to the emperor, should be Prince Jerome's son, Jerome Bonaparte, one of the most popular candidates for the French President.

How could they stop such an upstart in Paris.

The guard respectfully returned the invitation to Mathilde and made way for her.

Jerome Bonaparte and Mathilde walked through the garden in front of the mansion to the steps of the mansion.

At this moment, Archille Fuld, who is the organizer of the party, is standing on the steps of the mansion, waiting for the distinguished guests to arrive.

Due to the lack of light at night, Archille Fuld didn't see clearly that the visitor was Princess Mathilde, so he didn't care.

It wasn't until Mathilde and Jerome Bonaparte gradually walked up the steps that Archille Fuld saw that it was Jerome Bonaparte next to Mathilde and Mathilde After that, he was shocked for an instant.

In France, where the hierarchy still remains, the behavior of Archille Fuld can be said to be a "humiliation" to the Bonaparte family, especially when Mathilde is surrounded by Jerome Bonaparte. Napal.

Achille Fuld quickly ran to Jerome Bonaparte and Princess Mathilde, bowed, and said respectfully: "The prince and princess are really rude!"

"Hmm!" Princess Mathilde raised her head proudly like a peacock spreading her tail, with a defiant expression, as if expressing her dissatisfaction with her hands.

Archille Fuld also knew that he was not happy because he had neglected the princess, so he could only wait aside with his arms crossed in embarrassment.

"Sister!" Jerome Bonaparte gently pinched Mathilde's palm, then stretched out his hand and smiled and said to Achille Fuld: "Mr. Fuld, thank you very much for being able to Invite us to this banquet!"

Archille Fuld held Jerome Bonaparte's hand in an instant and said enthusiastically to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Excellency, thank you for your kindness to come to my banquet! From your body, I feel as if Seeing the rebirth of the emperor, this country can only emerge from the dawn of chaos by relying on the emperor!"

Jerome Bonaparte couldn't get used to Archille Fuld's excessive enthusiasm for a while,

He could only follow the words of Achille Fuld: "Bless God! When we lose the throne, France can still have people like you who are so attached to and loyal to the empire! However, the times are advancing! We can't keep our eyes on the empire, there are still many elites like you in this republic, and you can also bring this country back to normal if you work hand in hand, but I believe that your loyalty will definitely be rewarded!"

Jerome Bonaparte answered in an official way, perfunctory to Archille Fuld. At this stage, he still can't talk about the restoration of the empire from time to time, he must wear the cloak of a republic.

"Your Excellency, look at the current republic. It's a mess. A group of messy guys gathered together to discuss a topic that is not nutritious! They are simply ruining this beautiful France!" Achille Fuld resented Said to Jerome Bonaparte.

"A republic must always progress! A nascent republic, we should give it some tolerance!" Jerome Bonaparte continued to answer in official words.

"I still think that the empire should be re-established to end this chaotic situation!" Achille Fuld heard Jerome Bonaparte's estrangement. He didn't believe that the prince had no ambition to restore the empire, but It was because he was only meeting him for the first time, and he believed that as long as he persisted in showing his kindness, the prince would definitely accept him.

Mathilde, who was standing aside, suddenly said, "Baron Fuld, I think the party is about to begin!"

Archille Fuld looked at his pocket watch, and as expected, there were less than 5 minutes left until 11 o'clock when the party started.

"Quick! Come in! Come in!"

Led by Achille Fuld, Jerome Bonaparte and Mathilde entered the resplendent living room together.

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Please let me solemnly introduce today's guests, Prince Jerome Bonaparte and Princess Mathilde!" Archille Fuld introduced to everyone present.

All eyes were on Jerome Bonaparte and Princess Mathilde.

Although Jerome Bonaparte, who was wearing the same black tunic as his uncle, was out of tune with the whole banquet, he still became the focus of everyone in an instant. After comparing the images of Bonaparte, the appearance of the two actually overlapped.

During the banquet, several generals who had served under Emperor Napoleon even couldn't help shouting softly: "Your Majesty!"