Joseph stood in front of his window and looked at the smoke column rising from afar.

"It seems that it's burning somewhere." said Lucien, who was standing aside.

"It's the Invalides," said Joseph. "It is said that there are many weapons revolutions that have begun there."

"Don't we do something?" Lucien said. Joseph turned around, and he could see the eager desire to try in Lucien's eyes.

"No, we don't need to do anything now," Joseph shook his head, "Lucion, you have to remember that the first person to play is not necessarily the protagonist. The protagonist will only play at the most appropriate time. It's too chaotic now, not the time when we play."

It was indeed very chaotic at this time. Almost all Paris was burning. Rumors about the beginning of the new St. Bartholomew's massacre were spreading everywhere, and almost everyone was busy looking for weapons for self-defense. However, Joseph lived in the officers' school and was safe for the time being.

But even the officers' schools were prepared for the chaos. The teachers were allowed to carry guns with them. After paying a certain deposit, they took them out of the school to protect themselves at home. For example, Joseph now put four rifles and two pistols in the house he rented.

Joseph asked his two younger brothers not to go to school for the time being and followed him every day. Because Paris was too unsafe at this time. The streets were full of fanatical and chaotic people. Some of them were indeed full of revolutionary enthusiasm, but some were just taking the opportunity to rob. At the same time, in the past two days, the police system in Paris had been completely paralyzed, and the police did not dare to go out for their own personal safety. You must know that in the past two days, many "tyrant's spies" had been hung with street lights.

These policemen are indeed annoying, but without them completely, Paris has entered a complete anarchy, and the entire social security has also ended up being done. Now, walking on the street, it is very likely that they are suddenly robbed or even killed.

The neighborhood where Joseph is located has been established, which is said to be for the mercenaries who may have slaughtered the kings who plundered the people of Paris, but in fact, the greater role is to protect their neighborhoods in such anarchy.

On the barricade at the intersection, more than a dozen young men in blue were guarding there with rifles. A little in front of them, a temporary horse-making refusal was placed, and no one except the people in this neighborhood were allowed to enter the neighborhood.

Because you move quickly, it is still very safe to arrive in this neighborhood for the time being.

"You stay at home, no one knocks on the door, don't open it." Joseph took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said to his two younger brothers.

"I understand, brother, don't worry. We are not little white rabbits anymore and we won't put the big bad wolf in." Lucien said indifferently.

"Well, Lucien, you know how the gun is used. I took you to practice some time ago. Take the gun and protect your younger brother. But be careful, don't get out of fire. I'm going to attend a meeting now and go out for an hour or two. You have to protect yourself and protect your younger brother."

Joseph picked up his coat from the hood rack, draped it on his body, put on a hat with blue and red badges, and then inserted two pistols into the gun bag hidden under his ribs.

"I don't need Lucien's protection, I will shoot," Louis said. "I'm no worse than Lucien's shooting."

"You are too young, just listen to Lucien honestly. Don't make trouble." Joseph said very seriously.

"Yes, if there is something, I will protect you. Just load the bullets for me behind me." With Joseph's support, Lucien was obviously excited.

"Okay, I'm going out. Just wait at home and don't mess around. If I come back a little late and the bread is in the cabinet, Sophie is not here these days, you can cut the bread yourself to eat."

Joseph had already put on his clothes, picked up his cane, and after he gave a few words to his two younger brothers, he went out.

Walking along the empty streets, ahead of it is the home of the banker Charles, where the meeting was held.

Joseph walked up, showed the janitor an invitation, and entered the door. A servant led him through the Rococo-style vestibule and to a hall.

Joseph handed the cane to the servant and walked in.

There are already many people in the hall. Most of these people, Joseph also knows them, and they are all the richest people in the neighborhood.

"Everyone, calm down!" Banker Charles took out the gold watch with a long gold chain in his arms, looked at the time, and shouted, "The time is almost done, and our people are almost there. Let's not waste time, just start!"

Everyone became quiet.

"Sirs, you all know, what happened these days," said Charles. "Mr. Neck was dismissed, which may mean that the king's attitude has changed, and therefore, it has brought a lot of uncertainty in finance. So, we temporarily closed the stock exchange. You also know that Mr. Neck's natives' resignation brought too much uncertainty. At the same time, we also sent a representative to Versailles to find out the situation."

"How is it?" someone asked anxiously.

Most of the people here are rich people, many of them are French governments, and more accurately, they are creditors of the French royal family. Over the years, a large part of the various expenses of the French government have been supported by borrowing debts. Now everyone is worried that His Majesty the King may be liable to the debt or forcibly lower the interest rate of the government bonds.

"Mr. Neck's dismissal has been confirmed. Although the king claimed that there would be no debt or forced reduction of the interest rate on the treasury, this statement was not made by the king, and it was also a question of how credible it was. In addition, he also found out that there were indeed military mobilizations near Paris."

As soon as these words were said, there was an uproar below.

Charles seemed very satisfied with everyone's reaction. He admired it quietly for a while before saying, "Everyone, don't panic. We asked the Marquis of Lafayette again. The Marquis of Lafayette revealed that the king did transfer a legion of mountain people, but this was only used to strengthen the protection of Versailles. This legion was limited in number and lacked heavy weapons. They could not threaten Paris at all."

"But near Paris, there are already more than twenty legions." A man shouted.

"The Marquis of Lafayette promised that the French army would never attack Paris." Charles replied.

"Will they fight against those mercenaries?" asked another person.

"That certainly won't." One of the people in the crowd replied, "Just early yesterday morning, the French Guards had retreated to the Place de la Maria. That is, they were not involved no matter what happened in Paris."

"Yes," said Charles, "considering the dangers of reality, I mean not only mercenaries, but also the thugs outside who took advantage of the situation. You should also know that in the past two days, there have been many legally operated merchants who have been robbed and even killed by these thugs. Almost a grain merchant is hung on every street lamp pole in the St. Antoine District. If these thugs enter our neighborhood, it would be a nightmare."

"We have built barricades and organized guards. Just those thugs?" someone said disdainfully.

"If we just want to deal with those scattered thugs, our current precautions are enough," said Charles. "But we have to consider the possible mercenaries. In addition, those thugs may also gather in groups. So... we cannot rely solely on a single block to fight against the thugs in Paris. Gentlemen, why can an army always easily defeat thugs who are several times more powerful than one? That's because the army is organized. We must organize our strength to form a real army. In this way, we can protect our own interests in this changing era."

"But where do we have military talents?" someone asked.

"The Marquis Lafayette said that when he was in North America, he had some experience in organizing militias. He could help us," said Charles.

When Joseph heard this, he smiled slightly. Lafayette's meaning was actually very obvious. He did have a considerable influence in the French army, but the French army he could really command was still very limited. If a militia team was organized in Paris, at the scale of Paris, at least 40,000 to 50,000 militias could be formed. If such a team could be controlled in his hands, or at least people think that this force was controlled in his hands, it would inevitably bring him more political benefits.

"It's good now. With the Marquis of Lafayette, we can rest assured." Someone said below.

"The Marquis Lafayette also believes that we should unite with the gentlemen of other decent neighborhoods and form a unified National Self-Defense Force, so that we can concentrate the strength of decent people in the whole of Paris so that we can deal with all kinds of dangers and better protect ourselves." Charles continued, "According to the advice of the Marquis, the Self-Defense Forces in our neighborhood can be organized into a company. As the biggest sponsor, I am willing to assume the responsibility of being the company commander of this company. Who do you agree and who oppose it?"

No one said anything.

Charles looked at everyone with satisfaction and was about to continue talking when someone suddenly said, "Char, can I ask you a question?"

When Charles saw that he was an old man named Orando. Charles knew that although this man was just a tavern, there was a shadow of Orleans behind him, so although he frowned slightly, he still asked kindly: "Mr. Orando, do you have any questions?"

"Gentlemen, I admire Shire's character and his intention to serve the neighborhood. I just want to know, Shire, have you ever served in the army? If we were commanding a team of Jin Louis, none of us would be as good as you, but we commanded the battle..."

"So, Mr. Orondo, do you have a suitable candidate?" Charles asked back.

"Neither." Aurondo said frankly, "I don't object to Charles, you are company commander. I just plan to recommend a consultant to you."
Chapter completed!