King's Landing in France

Chapter 298 Christina's Magic Plan (crossed out)
Charles was immediately bound and put on the spare horse of one of the cavalry.

These spare horses are for the horses to have a chance to rest during the gallop.

Now this cavalry team has caught the target, so there is no need to gallop anymore, they can let the horse trot, and the physical energy consumption of the horse is minimal.

Because of this, the spare horse that has been running along is even a little bit of a joke.

But Charles' mood hit rock bottom.

At this time, as if echoing his mood, the pouring rain fell, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

Murat's cavalry continued to advance in the heavy rain, and the light of the portable storm lamp could only shine near the horses, and beyond that was boundless darkness.

Charles had the illusion that something terrible was lurking in the rain, and he swore he had seen it more than once, and tremblingly he said to Murat, "Something is after us!"

Murat: "Nothing is chasing, it's just the lightning in the sky that illuminates the trees on the ground, it's just the shadows, understand?"

Charles: "There's definitely something following us!"

Seeing that Charles was so neurotic, Murat smiled even more happily: "Is it true that everyone who was hit by General Frost's pain points has this problem? The Austrians insisted that the general summoned the Roman legion on the battlefield. The warriors of all ages roared down the Austrian army in response to a loyalty that never ends.

"They describe it so vividly that if I hadn't been there, I might have believed it. You can tell anyone about your neurotic content later. The general doesn't care about these rumors."

While listening to Murat's words, Charles turned his head and looked behind.

Charles: "Don't you think the darkness behind is like a group of monsters that keep chasing us?"

Murat looked back hesitantly, and nodded after looking at it for a few seconds: "It's a bit similar. I can't tell that you are quite talented, but this kind of metaphor is not uncommon in the poems of bards."

Unlike Murat, Charles is now tense to death, and everything looks like a giant beast that is dormant and wants to devour him.

Finally, the rain thinned a little, so the lights of the Palace of Versailles loomed ahead.

It looks like an isolated island of light that suddenly appeared in the dark sea, and it seems to be especially suitable for any Cthulhu story.

This is especially true when there is a woman with a wind and rain lamp standing in front of the main entrance of the palace.

Murat said to the person who was waiting at the gate of the palace - it looked like a maid - "I have captured the man, please go and inform Mrs. Christina and General Frost."

The maid said: "If I'm not mistaken, the heavy footsteps should be Miss Christina who is running very fast. She should have seen you coming from the terrace."

As soon as the words were spoken, the gate of the palace was inspected and opened, and Andy Frost's fiancée, the former king's sister, Christina Tollestel, appeared, followed by the man who made the whole of Paris want to kneel and lick his boots .

Miss Christina looked very happy: "Look! I said I can catch it, he definitely has what we need!"

Mr. Frost looked noncommittal, he stared at Murat and confirmed: "He didn't eat the letter, did he?"

Murat took out the envelope with sealing wax from his arms: "No, sir. Because you warned that a dedicated spy might do this, I have been very careful. He was searched three times. I am sure he has Only this one looks like a secret letter."

An Ning reached out to take it, but was snatched by Christina.

"Well, the pattern on the sealing wax is Mrs. Beauharney's ring medallion. She always carries it with her and wears it on her hand. It is difficult to steal and copy."

General Frost: "That's great, let's see what they're up to..."

Christina held the letter up, even on tiptoe.

Naturally, Frost couldn't miss the letter, but he didn't snatch it forcibly, but looked at his fiancée and said, "Well, is there any special ceremony to see the letter?"

Christina smiled and said, "You should ask me why I know that Mrs. Beauharnay's letter is extraordinary."

General Frost shrugged, and then asked: "Why do you think there is something wrong with this letter?"

Christina switched the letter to her left hand, and stretched out three fingers on her right hand: "After investigation, I found that the people who corresponded with Mr. Ballas generally fall into three categories.

"The first type is sent out occasionally, but you don't necessarily get a reply from Mr. Barras. This kind of letter seems to be that the gentlemen in Paris have something to ask for Barras, and write letters specifically to beg him. This kind of letter is generally They all go through the postal system, and occasionally they are handed over by acquaintances.

"Although the second type will send out from time to time, it will definitely receive a reply from Mr. Balas, and then the reply will trigger the action of replying. This kind of seemingly normal pen pal interaction on the surface should be Barras. Sri Lanka’s political allies or potential allies. This kind of letter also goes through the public postal system.”

"The third type is sent at a fixed time, and there is no reply from Mr. Ballas. And this kind of letter is sent to him by the rider and horse specially hired by Mr. Ballas.

"I presume that this is the regular report that Ballas arranged for him in Paris."

Christina stopped, and Frost asked cooperatively: "So? Which type does Josephine belong to?"

Christina: "Don't worry, there is no fixed time for Josephine's letter to Ballas, and there is no reply from Ballas, but she will definitely let the most trusted person deliver it."

Hearing the words "the most trusted person" from Christina, Charles, who was already languid, suddenly regained his spirits: "What? I am the most trusted person? Doesn't that mean..."

Christine looked at Charles with pity, and said: "What a poor creature whose eyes are captivated by Madame Beauharnay. Don't dream. Madame Beauharnay is only interested in successful people."

General Frost: "Don't interrupt, keep talking, let the person you trust the most deliver it, what's next?"

"It's gone! That's why I speculate that there must be something wrong with this letter. After all, Mrs. Beauharnay's loyal lover will not open the letter, and can guarantee that the letter will be sent to Barras intact."

Frost: "So, you don't have any actual evidence at all, and you just catch it first based on your intuition? Then what if you open the letter and find that it contains nasty love words, and you send it to someone you trust because it's too nasty? "

Christina shrugged: "In that case, I will have to let you accompany me to Malmaison Castle to apologize to Mrs. Beauharne."

Frost: "That's it? That's all?"

Christina: "Why not?"

General Frost sighed and raised his hand to his forehead.

Charles watched the conversation between the two, and finally realized what kind of situation he had broken into.

Obviously it was just sending a letter, but tomorrow he might be labeled as an enemy of the Republic and sent to the guillotine.

(End of this chapter)