Chapter 165 | Intoxication

Lidia was amazed to realize that Kriss had kept the gift she gave her with her at all times.
In adventure novels, people who have been marked by pirates with a black voucher are chased, leading to thrilling and exciting stories.
No matter what happens, someone has to step in, whether it's allowed by the younger brother or not.
Lidia's eyes lit up, and she stuffed the slightly soft piece of paper into her pocket without thinking too much about why she suddenly had to deal with that "black-haired lover." She grabbed a prop sword from a large box on the side and dashed towards the room pointed by Crystal.
The vocal teacher intentionally arranged Duran in the most remote room.
At the beginning, when he was able to help Duran successfully sneak into France, he guessed that his background might not be as simple as the son of a country squire, so he also realized that Duran must be up to no good.
Krissy is not worried at all that Lydia will suffer.
Although the nerd is weak in fighting, he is forced to hide in the theater without understanding the situation. He will definitely not fight back or shoot, and can only hide and get beaten.
Not too slowly, Kriess walked to the door and paused after seeing the situation inside the room.
The narrow resting room had become very messy in just a short period of time, indicating that there had been a chase. Duran sat slumped in one corner, with a blank expression, while Lydia still held the sword and stood foolishly in the middle of the room.
They were looking in the same direction.
"Have you become strong enough to break down walls?"
Cris took a deep breath and pointed to the dark hole in the wall, asking.
Lidia instinctively lowered her head and looked at her own hands, seemingly stunned by her own power.
Seeing his friend following in, and being familiar with the beautiful but ruthless woman, Durand quickly said, "Chris! You have to explain!"
The pirate leader, whose footprints covered the entire Mediterranean, purposely switched to English.
Kris innocently asked, "Explain what?"
"She actually said I am your lover, and we are both men. The British people are not worried about such slanders; they are even willing to duel to prove their innocence."
"Did we meet in the red light district in Marseille, or did you invite me to your room?"
"That's correct..."
"During those nights, we were together, getting to know each other. I showed you many thrilling experiences that you didn't know before."
Laurent feels that he has encountered a rival.
If he is just making up nonsense, then diplomats don't need to distort the truth, as long as they intentionally change the wording, he won't even have the confidence to argue back.
Wait, it's all made up.
Watching the woman demon who approached with sword thrown, eager to test her strength, Du Lang finally understood, despairingly stepped back and shouted, "You kid, you hold grudges too long, ah——"
Ignoring the screams behind her, Chris approached the wall that Lydia had broken, tapping lightly. Finally, she found the mechanism, and with a click, the wall with the broken hole slowly moved, revealing an entrance big enough for an adult man to pass through.
"No wonder you were able to break it, this wall is hollow."
Lidia leaned in, facing the long tunnel, and her eyes lit up, "Do you want to go in? There must be a treasure hidden inside."
Kris bent her knuckles and tapped her head.
"Stop reading adventure novels."
Duran grumbled lowly as he walked to her other side, keeping an eye on Lydia before he said, "I think there must be a beautiful girl inside, she's being held captive here, waiting for us to save her."
Krisi slapped him on the back of his head.
"You too, stop watching the play."
Pushed by her and stumbling, the person who felt the differential treatment complained softly, "Then what do you think it is!"
"Don't know without looking."
Kelisi struck a match, lit the lamp, and walked in. Both of them, driven by curiosity, hurriedly followed.
She walked in front, carrying the lamp alone. Because of the flickering light, the surroundings appeared even more eerie. After taking a couple of steps, her skirt was pulled from both sides.
... Do these two people still fear ghosts!
Kelisi's figure is skinny, and both of them want to squeeze behind her. They inevitably push and shove each other, listening to the echoing footsteps in the aisle, and dare not speak loudly.
"You actually hid behind my brother."
Lydia braved herself and disdainfully said to the man beside her.
"Didn't I say, I am his lover."
The leader of the thieves, adaptable and unconcerned about this mockery, indulged in the play and deliberately squeezed his throat, coquettishly saying, "Chris, I'm so scared."
He won't change his voice, which made Lydia disgusted. She also realized that this person is not a "dark-haired lover" at all, so she simply turned her head and ignored him.
Just after experiencing numerous setbacks, and now having found a way to deal with them, Duran approached again, sneeringly calling out, "Sister."
Lidia dodged, disdainfully saying, "Stay away from me."
The first time Lydia was at a disadvantage, Crystal held back her laughter and ignored them, continuing forward.
There were no forks in the road, and ahead was a staircase. Crystal's footsteps halted.
There was a boyfriend who liked to discuss things or do something in the dark. Crystal's hearing had improved a lot compared to the past. At least in this excessively quiet environment, she could discern sounds that were not by her side.
The two people behind also stopped nervously.
All around was quiet, with occasional dripping water sounds. Before long, a sound of stone walls moving came from the depths below.
Kris subconsciously pulled out her gun, hearing two people behind her exclaim in panic simultaneously, knowing that they had been noticed by the residents here. She simply followed the sound and picked up the lantern, chasing after them.
Indeed, the end of the road turned out to be a dead end.
She has a general understanding of architecture, and she was able to discover the mechanism just now because Lydia accidentally broke through the hollow wall.
The future is unknown, unless Edmond is here. Even if she solves the mechanism, pursuing further may lead to her own disadvantage.
Krissy took a step forward, calmly turned back when she saw what she wanted to know.
The sister and the friend remained in the same spot, quite far from each other, seeming somewhat off. Upon seeing her return, one of them stood frozen in shock, while the other had already burst into tears and rushed towards her.
After crying for a while, Lydia slapped her arm hard. "How could you leave us here."
Kliss hissed.
"You don't have to be afraid, actually," she said with a bitter smile. "I think if that person lived here, never seeing the sun, they might not be able to beat you."
Three people returned to the lounge, closed the mechanism, and looked at the large hole. Doran couldn't wait and asked: "What did you find?"
Chris: "It feels quite deep inside. There should be more than one floor underground. It would be impossible for a single person to silently dig such a deep cellar."
She pushed away the map of Paris brought by Durand, recalling the number of steps and directions, and roughly estimated the place she had just chased.
"This tunnel has been here for some time. I remember during the Revolution, this area was occupied and it was probably dug as a black prison at that time. Later, there were so many changes in Paris that people didn't even care about themselves. As time went by, it was forgotten."
Durand looks serious: "Wang Di was in Paris at that time, maybe he still remembers this place. Could it be that the supporters of the Wang Party are using this place to imprison their opponents?"
His suspicion is not without reason. The reason why the king fell ill this time was because his brother borrowed the stabbing incident of his own son to capture the moderate faction of the Senate. He and a group of nobles took control of the Senate, turning the king's years of efforts to maintain balance into nothingness, making him angry and bedridden.
Kris shook her head, "The mechanism was made in this era, so there should only be one person here. The royalist party is currently dominating in Paris and is fearless of anything. With the noise just now, they would have already captured us."
“Can't you report this discovery to the police station for me?”
A thief leader's first reaction when encountering a problem is to look for the police.
Kleis glanced at Durand, annoyed: "The police station is currently busy chasing some Marseille man on the wanted list. They don't care about murders in the slums. Do you expect them to come and catch someone in the theater cellar?"
"And they might not even be able to catch him if they come. This person has been living inside for so long, setting up all these mechanisms. There might even be a bunch of secret passages. It seems like you happen to live in one of his exits."
Don't know whether the other person is a human or a ghost. Just the thought of them coming tonight makes Doran's hair stand on end.
There are rehearsals in the theater in the afternoon and performances in the evening. The scariest and most dangerous time is midnight.
"What should I do then?"
Kris saw a standing cabinet and signaled Lydia to help push it over to block the hole.
"This should do it," Kris said.
Kris jokingly added, "If it's a ghost, then you can't escape anyway. But if it's a person, you have a chance to run away before they push it open. Don't worry, you're more famous than them, so they might be even more afraid of you."
"Actually, I suggest you believe in your own communication skills. You could try to improve your relationship with him, and maybe in the future even escape will be much easier."
Du Lang: "......"
The charity dinner hosted by Mrs. Galanter is coming soon.
After the first female tycoon arrived in Paris, this is the first time she has played host in her residence. Most of the guests are either rich or noble, and besides them, there are also philanthropists and noblewomen she has known since her time of hardship.
After receiving the invitation, Viscount de Aubrey, formerly known as Charles Grantaire, couldn't help but feel some anticipation.
He had once met Te Pongfeng and knew very well that his cousin would marry that peasant, all because his letter broke her heart. She couldn't bear to stay in a desolate place like Soledad alone, so she chose that man to be her dog.
As expected, after Tepang Feng's death, my cousin changed her surname back and has remained a widow ever since.
It is said that she has a young lover, and Aubryon has also inquired about it. They met at a ball in Marseille, where he was an elegant and refined British young man. Madame de Saint-Véran, being thrifty, bought a pile of shiny jewelry to dress up her "young sir." She even personally came to Paris to pave the way for his appointment as consul and to open up the social circle for him.
But this way, isn't he even more special?
Eugénie may have been a country girl in the past, too afraid to come to Paris, but later she will go to Marseille, clearly taking over the family property, so she has to travel around for the family business.
Maybe because he is here, even though he has been familiar with going away for over a decade, she would rather go to Provence, which is even further away, than come to Paris.
His uncle is stingy, and obviously Eugenie's cousin also inherits these qualities, so just buying some gold and silver jewelry for that Englishman makes so many people admire how good she is to her lover.
But when he abandoned her, she silently repaid all the debts left by her father, which amounted to a million francs.
Aubrey increasingly feels that his cousin has not forgotten her feelings for him.

When he returned to his country after getting rich, the political situation in France was still stable and the nobility remained glorious. On the ship, he met his current mother-in-law.
This woman, who comes from a socialite background, is cunning and promises that if he helps the Count of Aubryon redeem his mansion and marries his unattractive and tricky only daughter, they will change his last name, grant him a coat of arms, provide him with a pension, and give him a position in the royal court.

Sheryl Galantai was dazzled by the future and ambition, forgetting the only gentleness in that dimly lit room, her cousin, whose meager support had turned into interest-free debt. Even when he heard from Stephanie that his poor cousin from the countryside actually had a wealth of over 10 million francs, he never wavered.
Result era joked with him, and after many twists and turns of restoration, his promises gradually turned into illusions. He was like all the old nobles in the city of Paris, living a miserable life for the sake of dignity, carefully planning even the smallest dance party, while watching some nouveau riche become the new aristocracy.
Parisians have realized that holding gold coins is more secure after two restorations.
His cousin has made a fortune through investments in recent years and has become the richest woman in France. Coupled with her recent enthusiasm for philanthropy, she has connections with almost half of the French Church.
Louis XVIII lay on his sickbed, and the royalists were gaining power. Even if they couldn't mend their old relationship, I would take it upon myself to mediate and ask her for help. In the future, when the royal brother ascended the throne, I would be able to advance further. This way, both families would benefit from the deal. As long as they are members of the Gelongtai family, they will definitely take action.
While thinking and inquiring at the same time, Aubrey finally saw the owner of this place at the end of the corridor, which made his heart warm.
"Eurydice!"
Mrs. Grundy turned slowly, looked at him, and wore a look of unfamiliarity. "May I ask, who are you?"
"It's me, cousin."
In those still-clear eyes, there is the figure of Aubrey, hidden by a wig-covered head and a face that has become aged and greasy through alcohol and the passage of time.
A woman who looks younger than 40 but takes ugly photos due to her calm temperament.
Because of that surprised and astonished expression, Aubrienne finally woke up from the false praise of her lover.
Until now, I can only reminisce about the past and maintain a blood relationship with her.
He looked concerned and said, "Cousin, it's been so many years, are you doing well?"
Madame Gelaingtai restrained and nodded.
"Thank you for your concern, I have been doing well these past few years."
This statement's tone and demeanor resemble her father, who is stubborn and unyielding.
He tentatively expressed his disappointment, saying, "You invited me, so I thought I was your guest."
Finally, Mrs. Geraunty remembered something and said calmly, "It depends on how you choose. If you still want to maintain your dignity, then you are my guest."
Obriann started to feel things getting troublesome.
"The main reason I came to Paris this time is for my good friend Consul Bennet, and also to investigate my agent Mr. Glissan. He knows some things about my past and seems to be convinced that I will never come to Paris in my lifetime, so he has been greedy and unrestrained in recent years. I have learned some interesting things from him."
"Back then, through my connections, you met Mr. Feng, your ex-husband. Together, you engaged in clandestine money and power transactions, pulling off various underhanded moves."
"Mr. Glasang has repaid everything and is now bankrupt, back in SoMo. Mr. Aubrion, I have brought you here today for the same reason - to collect what is owed."
On the premise that we used to share the same surname, I'm giving you this opportunity. If you donate this amount of money tonight, I can pretend this never happened. If you're unwilling, then I'll have to resort to legal action.
Oburion looked at the woman in front of him, who appeared to be both eye-to-eye and towering over him, and finally realized that his timid cousin, who had waited for him for seven years like a fool, was no longer there.
"Eurydice!"
A lively and delightful voice called affectionately.
Mrs. Gellert suddenly had an indescribable tender expression.
"Chris," she said.
A young man who looked only twenty years old walked out from the conservatory, carefully pinning the selected flowers on her clothes, and then looked at Aubrey, standing on the side, with a characteristic British arrogance.
A young man's shoulder was cleared of leaves as if there was concern about their conflict. Mrs. Gertrude Gorontai no longer looked at him, just beckoning the short and chubby housekeeper to pass over the documents.
Receiving those detailed records, Obrion scanned directly to the end, with the exact amount calculated down to the penny. His face changed, unable to control himself from exclaiming, "I don't have that much money."
This sentence made the British consul understand and intervened between the lover and her old love interest, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.
"So you are Charles Grenouille?"
The words completely revealed contempt and hostility.
Provoking with the unique vigor of youth, "We want to know exactly how much money you have. Eugenia is just too kind, she only wants you to donate all your assets, not to go into debt."
"If you don't want to take the money, it's okay. We can duel, and once you're dead, you won't have to repay the money."
After saying this, the young man was lightly patted and laughed at by his older lover. The small wolf dog, who was originally snarling, suddenly became docile and started whimpering with a mix of grievance and dissatisfaction.
It is obvious that Mrs. Gardiner did not look at herself just now because she knows both his past name and the purpose of her cousin today, presumably to avoid jealousy from his young and spirited lover.
In other words, Mr. Crispanet is not his substitute at all.
Knowing that he is currently nothing, Aubrey finally feels hopeless. He also thinks about the other party's praised marksmanship, which even the marshal couldn't stop talking about. He can only dispel the idea of tearing or threatening him. He reluctantly agrees.
Once that person was gone, Chris finally stopped looking fierce and turned to look at the person next to her.
"I'm really fine."
Yvonne smiled and said, "It's been almost twenty years since he went back to his home country. Just based on appearance, I wouldn't even recognize him anymore. Now, he's a stranger to me."
Chris couldn't help but think of the political prisoners in her family.
Sixteen years had passed, would his fiancée still recognize him?
As she pondered, Eugenie seemed to recognize someone, smiling and nodding from a distance before turning her head and saying, "Once this matter is resolved, I will return to the desert. The vineyard in spring cannot run without me."
However, I am still worried about you. In Paris, without the support of women, socializing can become quite difficult. Moreover, once I leave, those high-class ladies won't be so easily dealt with. Fortunately, I have met a kind and virtuous lady at a charity event. Her character is noble, so you can feel at ease when interacting with her.
Kris nodded and accompanied Eugenie to the corridor.
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