The apartment where Mara lives has been changed several times.
In fact, someone had been courting Mara for a long time, and planned to hand over to him the house of the nobleman who had just been executed recently, together with his servants.
But Marat didn't agree.
It wasn't that he was a germaphobe and didn't want to live comfortably, it was mainly because Robespierre, as Speaker, still lived in the shabby apartment he rented in the first place.
The Incorruptible was still as frugal as he was at the beginning of the revolution, living in a shabby apartment and wearing the old green overcoat that Marat tried to get him to change out of, but failed.
Frost, the leader of the Four Jacobins, was a soldier. He usually lived in a military camp and wore military uniforms. Although he recently moved his military camp to the luxurious palace of Versailles, the reason he gave was very reasonable: now there are
The only place with enough space and rooms to accommodate such a large number of troops is the Palace of Versailles, which has been vacant for several years.
With Frost and Robespierre as examples, other Jacobins could not live too comfortably.
However, Mara still improved his living conditions, such as getting himself a big bathtub.
With the technological level of this era, such a large bathtub is not cheap, and ordinary people wearing trousers cannot afford it.
Every day Mara would take a comfortable hot bath and enjoy the beauty of life.
It was the same day. Mara soaked in the hot water and picked up the documents placed on the chair next to the bathtub.
Yes, even in this moment of enjoying life, Friends of the People must continue to work.
At this moment, the landlady's voice came from downstairs: "Mr. Marat, there is a lady who plans to report to you the remnants of the Girondins in the Conn area!"
Mara: "Another free man who came to report? Let her in! Oh no, I am taking a bath now. It may not be convenient to see her. Let her wait at your place for a while..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mara heard someone shouting from downstairs: "You can't go up, miss!"
They are the guards sent to Mara by Frost.
I don't know why, but Frost always felt that Marat was in danger, so he personally assigned trusted soldiers to serve as his guards.
But Marla didn't like the big soldiers sent by Frost very much. He felt that these people had nothing worthy of praise except their blind worship of Frost. They couldn't even understand how great what Frost did.
So Mara sternly said: "If this lady doesn't mind that I am taking a bath, let her come up! I am a friend of the people, and I will not refuse people's visits because of personal inconvenience!"
The voice of the soldier downstairs was muted, replaced by a lady's voice: "Did you hear that? Mr. Marat asked me to go up to see him!"
Then there were heavy footsteps. The lady went upstairs and opened the door to the second floor.
Mara looked towards the door.
A beautiful lady wearing a blue striped dress came in. The moment he saw this lady, Marat's expression softened: "It seems that those Girondins are really unpopular, and they actually let someone like you...
In order to report them, this elegant and beautiful lady did not hesitate to meet me in such an undignified situation."
The lady nodded: "Yes, I hate them so much! My name is Charlotte de Corday, from Almon in Normandy."
Mara: "You are still a noble lady. Under the current situation, it is best not to say the 'virtue' in your name."
The "de" in French names is usually the symbol of a noble title. Of course, some big nobles don't care about this title, so they will omit it to save trouble.
But now, the nobles want to hide the fact that they were nobles and bury them underground so that no one else will ever know.
Charlotte de Corday nodded: "Thank you for your suggestion."
"Are you here to report the remnants of the Girondins?" Marat went straight to the point, "Did you bring a list?"
Kedai 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 Mara.
Marat put the document in his hand aside, took the list, unfolded it and said, "I hope you can forgive the rudeness of the soldiers downstairs. That guard was not my intention, it was my friend Frost who insisted on sending me a guard.
"He seems to be very worried about me. Really, there is no need at all."
Corday responded absentmindedly: "Well, it's okay. The guard just stopped me from coming up and didn't do anything rude."
"That's good. Let me look at the people you reported... My God, there are actually eighteen! You have really made a huge contribution to the revolution! Today, France has eighteen less enemies! Arrangements must be made immediately
Judge them and then send them to the guillotine!”
Corday asked: "That's it? Just because I reported it, because I gave a list, are they sure to be guilty? Shouldn't there be more evidence?"
Marat nodded: "You are right, under normal circumstances more evidence is needed, but these are extraordinary times. Every Girondin is a traitor, and as long as they are Girondins, resolute action must be taken!
"Have they not done enough bad things? Look at what they have ruined our country into! If it weren't for them, how could things have become so bad!"
After that, Marat picked up the pen placed on the stool beside the bathtub and wrote annotation on the list given by Corday: "These remnants of the Girondins must be sent to the guillotine immediately."
Corday looked at all this and seemed to have finally made up her mind.
She took out the knife from her pocket.
Mara'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 get the punishment they deserve.
They don't have a few days to live..."
"Damn it, it's you!" Corday shouted and stabbed the knife into Mara's chest.
Mara looked at Corday in astonishment.
Corday let go of her hand, stepped back, leaned against the wall of the room, and gasped for air.
Mara lowered his head and stared blankly at the knife stuck in his chest, and then squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "No wonder Frost keeps giving me bodyguards..."
Then his hand holding the pen slid down and hung on the edge of the bathtub, and the quill in his hand slipped to the ground.
Corday looked into the eyes of the lifeless Mara and tried to calm her breathing.
"Forgive me," she said, "I agree with the ideals of the Republic, but I feel that everything now has gone too far. I'm sorry... I'm really, sorry..."
As she spoke, Kedai 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. Marat! Mr. Marat, how are you? There was a loud noise just now! Mr. Marat!"
Corday did not move, quietly waiting for her fate to come.