8-year-old Jenkinson is an illegitimate son born in a slum in Paris. Since he is an illegitimate son, little Jenkinson's father usually doesn't remember anything. However, Father Vika in the neighborhood church may have a clear inside story, that is Jenkinson. This surname obviously does not belong to France. If investigated, it should appear more frequently on the British Isles. Therefore, the little guy's biological father's nationality is about to emerge.

As the neighbors gradually forget, the mother of Jenkinson was a blond, blue-eyed, but weak and sickly beauty. There was a rumor that during the time of General Bonaparte's administration, Jenkinson's mother was still a maid of Duke Gan. Because she was pregnant privately, she was driven out by her master and wandered to the slums of Paris.

A poor woman who is pregnant with Rocca and homeless has a miserable fate, and the author does not want to describe it. But it is commendable that from beginning to end, Jenkinson's mother did not do anything to insult her personality. She lives in a slum and relies on helping neighbors, washing clothes or cooking to maintain her poor livelihoods for her children and her womb.

In 1802, in a wooden house with air leakage, Jenkinson's mother gave birth to little Jenkinson. Due to severe postpartum bleeding and no money to seek medical treatment from the doctor, the poor mother could not stand until the fifth day of her son's arrival.

Before her death, when Jenkinson's mother made her last confession to the priest in the neighborhood, she told God's waiter in a weak but always strong tone that Jenkinson was a noble surname and must be remembered by her son and remembered forever!

In this way, the little guy just came to his name shortly after he was born, Jenkinson, and he also became one of the millions of orphans in Paris.

Paris in the early 19th century was magnificent during the day and stars were shining at night, but it was always a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor.

Fortunately, Jenkinson can still survive in this hell of sewage, dirty, and robbers. Because the children in the slums do not care about their personality and dignity, they can fight with wild dogs or rats for a little dry breadcrumb or moldy cheese; occasionally, Jenkinson can get charity from neighbors, after all, people living in the slums rarely have extra food; but more often, it is the kind priest who raises the orphan Jenkinson.

According to the life trajectory of ordinary Parisian orphans, most of them will eventually become beggars, vagabonds, thieves, robbers, and even murderers. Until 1813, the imperial conscription that all French people hated was never issued to the slums of various blocks of Paris.

Of course, if a boy or girl with beautiful eyes and healthy eyes may be "lucky" to be noticed by a person in the upper class and become a pet raised by the latter. On Christmas Day in 1809, Jenkinson, who was playing on the street alone, almost got such good luck.

A middle-aged man wearing a black cloak and a golden mask, took a fancy to the 8-year-old Jenkinson. He used a few slices of white bread to seduce the little guy, so he climbed the closed carriage around himself. The middle-aged man's seduction was rejected by Jenkinson because Jenkinson was lucky. He had a godfather who taught him, the kind priest who had his mother told him about his funeral before her death.

Father Vika, who has a lot of mundane affairs, has no time to take care of the little guy on weekdays, but he repeatedly warned Jenkinson not to accept any gifts from strangers, nor to follow strangers to leave the slums.

The middle-aged man wearing a golden mask was unwilling to let his prey run away. He instructed his men to catch Jenkinson and prepare to carry it to the carriage. If someone comes forward to ask or interfere, the burly and arrogant gangsters will stop the perverted person and claim that the little boy stole his master's precious pocket watch the day before yesterday and must send the thief to the children's punishment center on Paris Island.

But when the carriage was carrying Jenkinson who was struggling desperately, Father Vika led the neighbors holding sticks to come and heard the news. The priest stepped forward and blocked the way forward of the kidnapper's carriage.

Under the orders of the carriage owner, the thugs drew out pistols or sabres, threatening the priests and the slums, loudly scolding everyone to make way. The priests who were at the forefront of the crowd held a cross in their hands and refused to give in. He led everyone to confront the thugs, demanding that the lords release the innocent little Jenkinson immediately.

Just as the conflict between the two sides was about to break out, a luxury carriage escorted by a large number of armed guards drove from the other side of the street. Seeing that the road ahead was blocked by a crowd, the guards immediately became alert. While guarding the luxury carriage closely, a captain officer rode forward to find out the reason for the situation.

A few minutes later, the officer reported what he learned to the nobles in the luxury carriage. The two whispered in the carriage. The captain led several soldiers back to the scene of the chasing, and the officers and soldiers chose to stand on the side of the priest and the people.

The captain waved his pistol, ignored the existence of the thugs, and went directly to the carriage loaded with little Jenkinson, and ordered the kidnappers inside: He must release the person unconditionally immediately, otherwise everyone will be arrested on the charge of "intention to assassinate the Duke of Hruna." If an armed rebel is encountered, the Duke has authorized all soldiers to be shot dead on the spot.

The middle-aged men wearing black cloaks and golden masks naturally did not dare to violate the orders from General Desai. In fact, even the master behind him dared to offend the arrogant and domineering Grand Duke Hruna easily. Two minutes later, the kidnapper's carriage fled in a panic amid the ridicule of the people, and little Jenkinson returned to the priest safely.

"Thank you, kind people, may God bless you forever!" The priest from the neighborhood led the little Jenkinson to the carriage of the rescuer and expressed his gratitude loudly. Although Father Vika did not know the true identity of the rescuer, from the many guards surrounding the carriage and the luxury of the luxurious carriage, the rescuer was either a general, aristocrat, or both.

Little Jenkinson, who was nestled beside the priest, saw a young nobleman dressed in gorgeous clothes walking down the luxury carriage with his innocent eyes. At the beginning of getting off the car, when he stepped on a stinky sewage, the owner of the carriage frowned and did not act like other nobles. He took out a snow-white scarf, applying rich perfume scarf, and tightly covered his mouth and nose.

The young nobleman was the Duke of Desay. He accepted Father Vica's gratitude and asked about the whole story. The priest told the kind nobleman that in recent times, a large number of children have disappeared in the slums of Paris, including his own parishes. Usually, their bodies will float on the surface of the Seine River in about a week.

Although the Paris Police Department, which was responsible for seizing the remains, Father Vika still obtained some situations from the church. The children suffered terrible abuse during their lifetime and were tortured to death. The righteous priest tried to investigate and prevent the incident from happening, but no one paid attention to him. Even the relatives of the murdered children refused to provide clues, because afterwards, they received a considerable amount of compensation, or hush fees.

Father Vika hoped that in front of him, this young nobleman with a sense of justice could help him and save the innocent children in the slums. But at that time, Desai didn't say anything else. He just ordered Captain Penduwas to hand over all the food in the carriage and 200 francs of cash to Father Vika, and he jumped into the carriage without saying a word.

A few days later, an investigation report about the missing children was placed on the desk of the Duke of Desay. The report listed certain Parisian powerful people, including senior military officers, MPs, and wealthy speculators as the culprits in the murdered child case, but the real protective umbrella behind the scenes pointed directly at the Minister of Police, Joseph Fouche.

Fouche was not the mastermind of the child abuse case. In fact, when the second child murder case occurred, efficient secret police had accurately identified several real murderers. However, after reaching a certain political deal with the murderers, the police minister ordered the Paris police to block the case, lock the case files to the police department, and guard the most tight safe. It was not until the military intelligence agency spent 10,000 francs to coerce and lure the guards of the archives room of the police building that the truth of the case was revealed.

The time traveler is not a moral gentleman. When facing the enemy on the battlefield, he is a cruel and wise commander, and his hands are covered with the blood of armed civilians. However, Desai has his own bottom line and will never attack unarmed women and girls. He hates those noble officials who wantonly harm his compatriots and will never be ruthless.

It is not too difficult to bring the real murderer to justice. As long as Desai submits the case to the Lower Parliament in Paris, with the appeal of the Duke of Hruna, there will be justice and enthusiastic MPs as the chief prosecutor, but doing so will completely cut off his hard-won relationship with Fouchy. With the strength that Desai currently has in Paris, self-protection may be enough, but he cannot bring down the police minister who is a local tyrant.

Unless there is the support of the emperor.

God always favors time travelers, and opportunities come soon.

From the moment he enthroned Joseph Fouche as Duke of Ultrant in September 1809, the emperor had the determination to eradicate the police minister. He instructed the commander of the Paris military police, General Savari, to secretly collect evidence of Fouche's crimes, and through the National Convention, to eliminate the police ministers who increasingly threaten the emperor's status in the name of the law.

But Duke Savari obviously failed the emperor's trust. Within more than 100 days from September to December, the Paris Gendarmerie not only failed to catch any handle from the police minister, but instead made the latter alert. Several gendarmerie officers in charge of investigation were assassinated and died on the streets. The furious Duke Savari wanted to use the gendarmerie to carry out revenge, but was stopped by the emperor who did not want to make a statement at this time.

Since Napoleon believed in slander and killed the Duke of Gan in 1804, the emperor has never used false charges to sentence a noble high-ranking official by force because he did not want to leave the world with a bad image of cruelty and unkindness.

Duke Savari would not be indifferent to the tragic death of his subordinates, but he had to obey the orders given by the emperor. In a dilemma, he suddenly thought of Andrew Desai. That smart little brother could always surprise him. But Desai was too petty and always liked to bargain with himself, with the emperor, and demand various benefits.

In the end, Duke Savari chose to cooperate with Desay again, and Emperor Napoleon, who was hiding in the Palace of Fontainebleau, also acquiesced to the military commander's approach.
Chapter completed!