Charles was immediately tied up and placed on the spare horse of one of the cavalrymen.
These spare horses are to give the horses a chance to rest during the gallop.
Now that the cavalry team has captured the target, there is no need to gallop anymore. The horse can trot, which consumes very little physical energy.
Because of this, the backup horse that keeps running behind is even a bit playful.
But Charles' mood hit rock bottom.
At this time, as if echoing his mood, heavy rain fell and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.
Murat's cavalry continued to advance in the heavy rain. The light of the portable storm lanterns could only shine near the horses, and beyond that there was boundless darkness.
Charles had the illusion that there was something terrible lurking in the rain. He swore he had seen it more than once, so he tremblingly said to Murat: "There is something chasing us!"
Murat: "There is nothing chasing. It's just the lightning in the sky that illuminates the trees on the ground. It's just a shadow, do you understand?"
Charles: "There's definitely something following us!"
Seeing that Charles was so nervous, Murat smiled even more happily: "Is it true that all those who were hit by General Frost have this problem? The Austrians insisted that the general summoned the Roman legions on the battlefield. These
The warriors who had fought many battles came in response to their undying loyalty and roared with filial piety, defeating the Austrian army.
"They described it so vividly that if I hadn't been at the scene, I might have believed it. You can tell anyone about your current nervousness later. The general doesn't care about these rumors."
While listening to Murat's words, Charles turned his head and looked behind him.
Charles: "Don't you feel that the darkness behind is like a monster that is constantly chasing us?"
Murat turned back hesitantly and looked for a few seconds before nodding: "It's a bit similar. I can't tell you have quite a literary talent, but this kind of metaphor is not uncommon in the poems of bards."
Unlike Murat, Charles was so nervous now that he looked at everything like a giant beast that was dormant and wanted to devour him.
Finally, the rain thinned out a little, and the lights of Versailles faintly appeared in front.
It looks like an isolated island of light that suddenly appears on a dark sea, and it looks particularly suitable for a Cthulhu-type story.
This is especially true when there is a woman with a weather lantern standing in front of the main entrance of the palace.
Murat said to the person waiting at the entrance of the palace - who looked like a maid - "I have captured the person, please go and inform Mrs. Christina and General Frost."
The maid said: "If I guess correctly, these heavy footsteps should be Miss Christina who is running in a hurry. She should have seen you coming on the terrace."
As soon as he finished speaking, the palace door opened, and Andy Frost's fiancée, Christina Tolestell, the sister of the former king, appeared, followed by the man who made the whole of Paris want to kneel down and lick his boots.
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Miss Christina looked very happy: "Look! I said I could catch him, 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, and I am sure that he was
This is the only thing that looks like a secret message."
An Ning reached out and was about to take it, but Christina snatched it away.
"Well, the pattern on the sealing wax is Madame Beauharnais' ring medallion. She always carries it with her and wears it on her hand. It is difficult to steal or copy."
General Frost: "That's great, let's see what they're going to do..."
But Christina held the letter high and even stood on tiptoes.
It was naturally impossible for Frost to miss the letter, but he did not snatch it by force. Instead, he looked at his fiancée and said, "Okay, is there any special ceremony for reading the letter?"
Christina smiled and said: "You should ask me why I knew that this letter from Madame Beauharnais was unusual."
General Frost shrugged, then asked, "Why are you so sure there's something wrong with this letter?"
Christina shifted 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. Barras are generally divided into three categories.
"The first type is a letter that is sent occasionally, but does not necessarily get a reply from Mr. Barras. It seems that the gentlemen in Paris are asking for help from Barras and specially write to beg him. This kind of letter is generally
They all go through the postal system, and occasionally acquaintances will deliver it on your behalf.
"Although the second type of pen pals is sent irregularly, it will definitely receive a reply from Mr. Baras, and then the reply will trigger the action of replying to the letter. This kind of pen pal interaction that seems to be normal on the surface should be Baras.
Sri Lanka’s political allies or potential allies. This kind of letter also goes through the public postal system.”
"The third category is letters that are sent at a fixed time and do not receive a reply from Mr. Barras. Moreover, such letters are delivered to him by riders and horses specially hired by Mr. Barras.
"I speculate that this is the regular report given to him by Barras's informant in Paris."
Christina stopped, and Frost asked cooperatively: "So? Which type does Josephine belong to?"
Christina: "Don't worry, Josephine's letter to Barras has no fixed time, and she will not get a reply from Barras, but she will definitely let the person she trusts most deliver it."
Hearing Christina say the words "the most trusted person", Charles, who was already weak, suddenly became energetic: "What? I am the most trusted person? Doesn't that mean..."
Christina looked at Charles with pity and said: "What a poor guy who was fascinated by Madame Beauharnais. Stop dreaming. Madame Beauharnais is only interested in successful people."
General Frost: "Don't interrupt, continue talking, let the most trusted person deliver it, what happens next?"
"The back part is gone! This is how I deduce that there must be something wrong with this kind of letter. After all, Madame Beauharnais's loyal lover will not open the letter, so she can ensure that the letter is sent to Barras intact."
Frost: "So, you have no actual evidence at all, and you just grab it based on your intuition? What if you open the letter and find that it contains disgusting love words, and you let someone you trust send it because it is too disgusting? What should you do?
"
Christina shrugged: "In that case, I will have to ask you to accompany me to the Chateau Malmaison to apologize to Madame Beauharnais."
Frost: "That's it? That's it?"
Christina: "What if?"
General Frost sighed and raised his hand to press his forehead.
Charles watched the entire conversation between the two and finally realized what kind of situation he had gotten into.
Obviously he was just delivering a message, but he might be labeled an enemy of the Republic tomorrow and be guillotined.