Grosso then took several shooters to cycle around the surrounding area. After thoroughly confirming that there was no danger, the team returned to its original position and continued to march towards Versailles.

Due to this sudden attack, the convoy's movement became more cautious, and it did not arrive in Versailles until nearly midnight, and stayed directly at the manor of the Duke of Choiseul.

The manor's butler's dream was disturbed by the arrival of Lawrence and his entourage, but he did not dare to complain at all and hurried down to the main building to greet them while still wearing silk pajamas.

"This...this, Your Excellency Bonaparte, what's wrong with you?"

The manor housekeeper personally held an oil lamp, looked at the blood-stained carriages and the dying wounded in front of him, and asked with wide eyes.

Lawrence waved to his men to bring the horse bandits forward, and ordered the manor steward:

"To put it simply, we suffered an attack and I need doctors to treat the wounded."

"Attack? My God, how could you be attacked in Versailles? Are you not injured? There is a private doctor in the manor. I will send someone to ask him over."

The manor housekeeper covered his mouth in surprise and said in a panic, and then quickly assigned his servants to get Lawrence and his party settled.

...

At the same time, in the residence of Duke Richelieu.

"It looks like the weather will be nice tomorrow..."

On the balcony of the main building of the mansion, Duke Richelieu was still lying in the rocking chair as he had been a few hours ago, looking uneasily at the bright moon above his head.

The teapot on the round table nearby was already empty, but the Duke of Richelieu did not ask his servants to add more.

On weekdays, the Duke of Richelieu has already fallen asleep at midnight.

But tonight, even though there were a few obvious bloodshot eyes, Duke Richelieu still endured his sleepiness and sat on the balcony blowing the howling evening breeze.

His eldest grandson, Count Falcone, rushed out of the mansion in the evening and never returned. At first, Duke Richelieu didn't pay much attention to it and just thought that his shocked grandson was going somewhere to vent his anger.

However, more than two hours ago, the housekeeper reported a very strange thing to Duke Richelieu:

A group of ragged beggars were actually authorized by Count Falcone to ride dozens of hunting horses from his hunting estate in Saint-Cloud.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Saint-Cloud is a small town located between Paris and Versailles. This special location also gave Duke Richelieu a premonition that something was wrong.

This bad premonition also kept Duke Richelieu awake all night, and the night breeze has been blowing until now.

At this moment, the housekeeper of the mansion once again walked cautiously behind Duke Richelieu, bowed and said:

"Your Majesty the Duke..."

The butler's voice was obviously hesitant.

"What's wrong...?" Duke Richelieu asked slightly old and tiredly:

"What's the bad news again?"

"No, it's Lord Falcone, he's back from outside."

"Oh?" Duke Richelieu finally regained some energy, sat up slightly, and ordered in a cold voice:

"Bring him in."

A few minutes later, Count Falcone stood behind Duke Richelieu.

At this time, Falcone was no longer the famous playboy in Paris. His beautiful blond hair, which he was once proud of, had long become a bird's nest, and there were even lice jumping in it. He didn't know the last time he washed his hair.

when.

The shirt on his body was even more dirty, with juices from various meals splashed on it without being washed. Even the Duke of Richelieu, who was a few meters away, could smell the putrid smell on his body.

There was no trace of brilliance in his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes were several times denser than those in Duke Richelieu's eyes.

If he were a stranger, he would never guess that he was the future heir of the famous Richelieu family, and would just think that he was a lunatic from a slum.

"Where have you been, dear Falcone?"

Duke Richelieu turned to look at his eldest grandson and asked in as soft a voice as possible.

Count Falcone froze on the spot and did not answer for a long time, like a standing corpse.

After half a minute, he suddenly said urgently:

"Nothing, Grandpa, let's go out for a walk."

"Walking around?" Duke Richelieu glanced at him with a frown and said:

"You can't be riding around St. Luke's with dozens of beggars, right? Huh?"

Count Falcone remained silent without saying a word, looking down at the floor. After a long time, he slowly said:

"I will not stay with those untouchables."

"Oh? Then you are...?" Duke Richelieu stood up from the couch and walked to Count Falcone and asked.

"kill."

Count Falcone suddenly raised his head, stared at Duke Richelieu, and suddenly gasped and said:

"I sent them to kill people."

"Kill? Kill who..." Duke Richelieu stayed where he was for a moment, his mind suddenly going blank.

When he mentioned this name, Count Falcone's whole body was trembling, even his gums were trembling, and his growling voice seemed to come from between his teeth:
Chapter completed!