King's Landing in France

The apartment Marla lives in has been changed several times.

In fact, Marat had been courted for a long time, and it was planned to give him the house of the nobleman who had just been executed recently, together with the servants.

But Marat didn't agree.

It's not that he is a clean freak and doesn't want to live comfortably, but mainly because Robespierre, who is the speaker, still lives in the dilapidated apartment he first rented.

The Incorruptible was still as frugal as it had been at the beginning of the revolution, living in a shabby apartment and wearing the old green overcoat that Marat had tried many times to get him to change out of that old overcoat but failed.

Frost, the leader of the four giants of the Jacobins, is a soldier who usually lives in the barracks and wears military uniforms. Although he recently moved the barracks to the luxurious palace of the Palace of Versailles, his reason is very reasonable: now there are The only place with enough space and rooms to accommodate so many troops is the Palace of Versailles, which has been vacant for several years.

With Frost and Robespierre as examples, the rest of the Jacobins could not live too comfortably.

However, Mara still improved her living conditions, such as getting herself a big bathtub.

With the technical level of this era, such a large bathtub is not cheap, and ordinary people in trousers can't afford it.

Every day, Mara would take a comfortable hot bath and enjoy the beauty of life.

This day too, Marla soaked in the hot water and picked up the papers on the chair by the tub.

Yes, even at this moment of enjoying life, the Rakyat still keeps working.

At this moment, the voice of the landlady came from downstairs: "Mr. Marat, a lady is going to report to you the remnants of the Girondists in Conn!"

Mara: "Another free man who came to report? Let her in! Oh no, I'm taking a shower now, it may not be convenient to see her, let her wait with you for a while..."

As soon as the words fell, Mara heard someone shouting downstairs: "You can't go up, miss!"

It was the guard Frost sent to Marat.

For some reason, Frost always felt that Marat was in danger, so he personally appointed trusted soldiers to serve as his guards.

But Mara doesn't like the big soldiers sent by Frost very much, and thinks that these people have nothing to praise except for their blind worship of Frost. They don't even understand how great Frost's things are.

So Marat snapped: "If the lady doesn't mind that I'm taking a bath, let her come up! I'm a friend of the people, and I won't refuse people's visits because of personal inconvenience!"

The voice of the soldier downstairs fell silent, and was replaced by a lady's voice: "Did you hear that? Mr. Mara asked me to go up to see him!"

Then came the sound of heavy footsteps, and the lady went upstairs and pushed open the door on the second floor.

Marla looked towards the door.

A beautiful lady in a long blue striped dress came in. The moment she saw this lady, Mara's expression softened: "It seems that those Girondists are really unpopular, and they let you Elegant and beautiful ladies would not hesitate to meet me in such indecent circumstances in order to report them."

The lady nodded: "Yes, I hate them so much! My name is Charlotte de Corday, and I am from Almond in Normandy."

Mara: "You are still a noble lady. In the current situation, it is best not to say the 'de' in your name."

The German in a French name is generally a sign of a noble title. Of course, some big nobles don't care about this title, so they will be omitted to save trouble.

But now, the nobles are eager to hide the fact that they used to be nobles, bury them underground, and never let others know.

Charlotte de Corday nodded: "Thank you for your suggestion."

"Are you here to report the remnants of the Girondins?" Mara went straight to the point, "Do you have a list?"

Corday nodded: "Yes, I brought it, here it is."

She took out a list from the hidden pocket of her clothes, spread it out and handed it to Marat.

Marat put the documents aside, took the list and unfolded it and said, "I hope you can forgive the rudeness of the soldiers downstairs. That guard was not my intention, but my friend Frost insisted on sending me a guard.

"He seemed very worried about me, really, completely unnecessarily."

Corday responded somewhat absent-mindedly: "Well, it's okay. The guards just stopped me from going up, and didn't make any rude actions."

"That's good. Let me see who you reported... My God, there are eighteen! You have made a great contribution to the revolution! Today, France lost eighteen enemies! It must be arranged immediately Trial, and then send them to the guillotine!"

Corday asked: "That's it? Just because I reported it, because I gave a list, they are determined to be guilty? Shouldn't there be more evidence?"

Marat nodded: "You are right. Under normal circumstances, more evidence is needed, but now is an extraordinary time. Every Girondist is a traitor. As long as they are Girondists, they must take resolute action!"

"Haven't they done enough bad things? Look at what they have ruined our country! If it weren't for them, how could things have become so bad!"

After finishing speaking, Marat picked up the pen placed on the stool by the bathtub, and wrote a note on the list given by Corday: "These remnants of the Girondists must be sent to the guillotine immediately."

Looking at all this, Corday seemed to have finally made up her mind.

She took a knife from her pocket.

Marat's attention was all on the list, and he didn't see the cold light of the knife at all. While signing his name, he said to Corday: "Madam, don't worry, these traitors will be punished as they should, They won't live for a few days..."

"Damn it, it's you!" cried Corday, and plunged the knife into Marat's chest.

Mara looked at Corday in astonishment.

Corday let go, stepped back, leaned against the wall of the room, panting heavily.

Mara stared blankly at the knife stuck in his chest, and then squeezed out a sentence: "No wonder Frost keeps stuffing me with bodyguards..."

Then his hand holding the pen slid down, drooping on the edge of the bathtub, and the quill in his hand slipped to the floor.

Corday looked into the eyes of the dispirited Marat, trying to catch her breath.

"Forgive me," she said. "I share the ideals of the republic, but I think it's gone too far. I'm sorry...really, I'm sorry..."

As she spoke, Corday covered her face with her hands and began to sob.

At this time, the guard who noticed the abnormal noise inside began to knock on the door desperately: "Mr. Mara! How are you, Mr. Mara? There was a loud noise just now! Mr. Mara!"

Corday didn't move, quietly waiting for her fate to come.