Marseille is an ancient city with a history of 2,500 years. For a long time, as the capital of Provence and the second largest city in France, it has always been France's largest commercial port and the largest commercial port in the Mediterranean.

Historically, the relationship between Marseille and Paris was quite complex. To a certain extent, it was similar to Barcelona and Madrid.

Marseille was incorporated into Provence in 1481 and the following year, and officially under the rule of the Paris monarch. But soon, Marseille won the reputation of confronting the central government. From Louis XIV, to Louis XVI, who "regardless of the flood", with Louis XVI, the last unlucky ghost Louis XVI, every once in a while, the overly romantic Marseille people always love to break out one and two uprisings.

Of course, most of the dead and injured were civilians, and the local nobles competed with the Paris king, and eventually ended in a peaceful comedy style.

During the Revolution, when Paris was about to choose to surrender to foreign forces, Marseille conservative aristocracy inadvertently promoted the further development of the revolution. Because of concerns that the local revolutionary faction would flourish and attract foreign armed intervention forces, the nobles packaged and organized the backbone of the revolutionary faction into 500 volunteer soldiers in 1792 in the name of supporting the French Revolutionary Revolution, and handed them over to their most crude weapons. They sent them to the north to "defend" the Paris Revolutionary Government, thinking about letting these troublemakers fend for themselves.

Unexpectedly, once the passion of revolution is ignited, it cannot be extinguished. When 500 Marseille people were about to die, singing their revolutionary march "Marseille" and heading north from Marseille to Paris, this mob had evolved into a disciplined and brave revolutionary army, with a population of tens of thousands, and all the regions sung by the Marseille became the support force of revolution.

History always likes to perform such nonsensical light comedy, but secretly hides the truth.

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When the "Seeker" entered the port of Marseille, the lookout at Notre Dame de Gard had sent a signal to the port. As usual, the port-pilot immediately sailed from the dock, approached the foreign three-masted merchant ship, performed its duties of port piloting and cargo inspection, and supervised the cargo owner to report to the tax authorities.

When the pilot's boat bypassed the Yvesburg Prison and boarded the "Seeker" in the waters of Riyon Island, the pilot did not guide the foreign merchant ship through the island of Pomege to the Marseille port area where merchant ships gathered, but chose the relatively remote Port of Rhone Saint-Louis.

With the sailor's order, on the deck, more than 30 crew members collectively coordinated and efficiently operated according to military orders. Some went straight to the rear corner cable, some ran towards the rotating cable and sling cable, and some ran towards the rear mast and sling cable.

"Cross the sails, the back mast and the spinnaker, and collect the sails!"

The crew continued to carry out the command of the sailor until the commander issued another order, "Cut all the sails, throw out the cables, and prepare to break down!"

The masts all fell, and the ship slowly moved forward with inertia. After several thick ropes were firmly tied to the cast iron cable columns on the dock, the anchor was immediately thrown down, and the iron rope slid, making a giggle.

Surrounded by everyone, the Duke of Desay left the merchant ship and walked to the pier in Port Saint-Louis. At this time, night had fallen, and the empty pier, which was not lively, became increasingly deserted, with several four-wheeled carriages parked not far from the pier.

Desai and the intelligence officer got on the first carriage. The third person in the carriage was the port pilot. Captain Penduwas rode a horse with more than 10 guards on horseback and accompanied the front and rear sides. While other accompanying members of the Dominion of Hruna were still getting on the carriage, the four-wheeled carriage that the Duke of Desai was riding away from the dock.

"Girls, gentlemen! We will wait for the Duke on the boulevard in the northern suburbs!" Major Simertz, who had received the news in advance, explained to everyone calmly. But on the way later, the military adjutant caused Miss Litisia's long complaints, and the reason was self-evident.

In the carriage, the middle-aged port leader sitting opposite Desay, named Thier. He is in his 40s, with a calm and decisive expression, with big, thick, and rough palms, and feels like a bear's paw. At first glance, he is a experienced sailor who has been struggling with the waves for a long time.

Three months ago, Thier, who was determined to be the owner of the ** ship, devoted his life savings to a merchant ship voyage to Egypt. In addition, he borrowed a large amount of usury. Unfortunately, after a sudden storm, the merchant ship, together with the cargo on it, sank near Sicily, all the merchant ship and the cargo above it sank, and only five crew members survived.

When the news came, Thier, who was about to go bankrupt, was almost desperate because the maritime insurance compensation could only pay one-third of the usury. Just when Thier abandoned his wife, including his 13-year-old son, Adolf Thier (go to Baidu to see who he is! Haha) was about to commit suicide, fortunately, the Hruna Military Intelligence Bureau came to him and persuaded Thier to serve him and paid back all the debts on his behalf. But in exchange, Thier, as the Marseille pilot, had to serve for the Hruna Military Intelligence Bureau for life.

Not long ago, in the case of many ship owners suing the "Mediterranean United Shipping Company", Thier assisted the MIIS agents to infiltrate the truth and truth of the ship owners' union, which eventually led to the ruthless strangle of the MIIS. For this reason, Thier also received special commendations from the MIIS, including a 5,000 franc bonus, which is not too far from his ship dream.

Originally, Thier's mission today was declared over after the "Seeker" successfully parked the pier. It was the Duke of Desay who specially invited him to get on the bus to accompany him, and on the pretext that he needed a guide to introduce the scenery along the way in Marseille city, but the real reason was another matter.

"Sir, please see, this is the oldest and most prosperous street in Marseille, Damatian Street!"

Following the direction of Tier's finger, there was a wide stone-paved avenue. It was already 7 o'clock in the evening, and the pedestrians on the street were still bustling and bustling; inside and outside the shop, various hawking sounds came one after another; many people were still in groups, surrounding the temporary stage, waiting for the exaggerated performance of the opera troupe. The carriage passed through here, like a turtle walking.

When Thier saw the young duke interested in his explanation, he immediately changed his sitting posture and said with a serious expression with the unique voice of the Hong Kong people in Marseille: "Look, if there is this big-Matian Street in Paris, then Paris can be called Pony Race!"

After hearing this, Desai laughed loudly and shouted loudly, "Damn Marseille, I'm a Parisian!"

"Dear Duke, your broad mind can accommodate the entire Mediterranean. Barcelona and Marseille are both greater because of your name!" While Tier was trying hard to flatter and flatter, he looked at the intelligence officer beside him.

From beginning to end, Lieutenant Koror had no smile on his face, but he was always on guard against the Marseilles. Whether it was Paris, Barcelona, ​​or Marseille, it was just a geographical noun in the hearts of the Poles.

"Don't pay attention to him. Only the harsh cold wind from the Baltic Sea can make the lieutenant excited! Oh, please continue, Mr. Tiye." Desai explained in a low voice.

The descendant of the Greek continued to explain, "In Marseille, the most famous diet belongs to Marseille fish soup, which is said to be passed down by the Greeks. Marseille fish soup must be fried with onions, tomatoes, garlic, fennel, thyme, Italian coriander and bay leaves in olive oil, seasoned with dried orange peel, and finally added saffron to increase the color, and then add the fish meat. Of course, it also needs to be accompanied by a small bread coated with agarlic mayonnaise and scoop the soup directly. Its fragrance is rich, delicious, and it is endlessly evocative." He also carefully invited the Duke of Desay to his home to try the Marseille fish soup made by his wife.

Desai smiled and accepted the invitation from the pilot, "Well, then it's time to noon tomorrow."

Soon, Thier talked about a case, "A few days ago, a strange thing happened in the cell of the Ivesburg Prison. It is said that a prisoner spent 14 years secretly digging a tunnel to the cliff and finally jumped into the sea to escape. Some people rumored that the escaped prisoner learned the secret about the burial place of the pirate treasure."

"Oh, it's such a strange thing. If it spread to the ears of any great writer, it might be possible to brew a magical masterpiece that is unprecedented and modern. Well, let me think about it, it can be called the Count of Monte Cristo. Haha!"

Time travelers started a prank with imagination. Unfortunately, time was wrong. Dumas is only an 8-year-old child now. It has to wait decades before the magnificent masterpiece "The Earl of Monte Cristo" was released.

However, when you return to Paris, you can teach the 8-year-old "Little Dumas" at the home of General Dumas, a future masterpiece, to tell him about the bizarre things that happened in the cell of the Ivesburg prison.

Not only that, Desai even made plans to visit Mrs. Hugo whenever he had time, and the old MP Balzac, who had just moved to Paris to settle down, to Victor Hugo, who was also 8 years old and Honore de Balzac, telling the tragic love story that happened in Notre Dame de Paris, and how a wealthy businessman named Grandet was stingy and greedy.

Soon, the chat between Desai and Thierl inevitably involved the latter's family and children.

After the bankrupt middle-aged port leader defected to Hruna's Military Intelligence Bureau, his living standards have recovered to half a year ago. The 5,000 franc bonus also allowed Lao Tier's family to have his own house in the city of Marseille. Although the well-off family has been lifted out of poverty, his wife and six underage children still rely on Lao Tier's salary alone. He cannot attend a high-level aristocratic school for his children, especially the 13-year-old Xiao Tier's 13-year-old Little Tier's school.

"Mr. Tier." Desay said to him with a hint of pointing out, "I heard that your son, Adolf Tier was smart since childhood, good at listening, speaking, reading and writing, and has a talent in history and literature?"

Hearing Duke Hruna's praise for his son, Old Tier felt his old face shining. He had a sudden inspiration and continued to follow the topic of Desay, and then proposed, "Whether the Duke needs a errand-running entourage by his side, I don't know if Adolf can have the honor to play for the Duke."

Seeing that the plan had been completed, Desai patted Lao Tier's shoulder with a high percentage and said with a smile: "Haha, your advice is very good, just as I like. Two months later, before leaving Paris, as a reward, I will recommend Adolph Tier to study in Paris's most famous aristocratic preparatory school, as a reward, as the Grand Duke of Khruna, as well as to study in Paris, and bear all the expenses in the next few years."

The Paris Preparatory School, which Desay calls it, was built after Napoleon ascended the throne. It is the most famous aristocratic school in France, located near the Paris Academy. The school has a strong faculty. After graduation, students either transfer to the Saint-Cilles Military Academy or enter the University of Paris to continue their studies. However, the admission conditions for the school are extremely strict. Students must be recommended by a nobleman or a major general or a military officer of the first-class level of the school to study. The annual tuition and miscellaneous fees and accommodation fees are as high as more than 10,000 francs.

"May Virgin Mary bless the kind-hearted Duke!" Old Tier felt warm in his heart and praised the generous actions of the Duke of Desay loudly.

Ten minutes later, when the four-wheeled carriage was about to leave the central block of Marseille, Lao Tier, who had completed the guide mission, jumped out of the carriage with great excitement before the carriage stopped. The pilot who forgot to bid farewell to the duke and ran all the way to his home, preparing to announce the great news of the day to his wife and his children.

"Why?" Lieutenant Koror, who had never said a word from the beginning to the end, suddenly asked. Lao Tier was just an ordinary employee of the development of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and the Duke of Desay did not need to try his best to win over it.

Desai smiled but said nothing. After looking around, he leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice to the Poles, pretending to be mysterious and explained, "Last night, God had sent a dream to tell me that the son of that man, Adolf Thier, will be a great person."

The intelligence officer simply scoffed at the Duke's absurd and unruly excuse.

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Haha, this is the chapter from yesterday's 9th. I forgot to upload it. Sorry! Sorry!

Tonight's update will also be on schedule.
Chapter completed!