"What did you do to him? If you don't talk about a civilized nation, do you only talk about the French nation?"

Alone in the temporary police station in the French Quarter of New Orleans, Alina denounced everyone present, including Inspector Louis Criss. It was obvious that she had not found Father Cavendish, and she had to reveal her true identity.

Otherwise no one in the police station would be afraid of her.

"Dear Miss Massena, oh, no, the respected Princess Massena." Detective Chris corrected himself and said, "We did not do any ill-treatment to Mir, we are all simple French people."

"I'm not sure whether you used violence to slander Mir as the murderer. This is the same as Mir being alone at home last night. No one can prove it." Alina said trying to suppress her anger.

"Yes, he is not guilty of anything. I just want him to take notes. Almost everyone in the French Quarter has taken notes here. I need to treat everyone fairly."

Inspector Chris walked to Alina respectfully and whispered: "Okay, my dear princess, I can give you full marks for this farce. Mir is not guilty, you can take him away."

In the interrogation room, Mir, who was leaning on the corner, saw Alina walking towards her. This surprised Alina. Not long after she left, Mir was able to stand up.

Alina was not sure if Mir had heard the conversation between her and the police officer just now. If he had really heard it, then she had to make Mir accept the fact that she was about to leave him and return to France to be the princess of the marshal's palace. On the contrary, she

You can choose to continue hiding it.

"My dear, can I leave this hellish place?" Mir asked with a smile.

Alina kissed Mil's bloodless lips passionately, then she looked into Mil's eyes and said, "Yes, my dear."

"Alina, do you know the news about Ian's death?"

"I heard, I will feel sad for him, he is such a good person." Alina caressed Mir's messy brown hair and said: "I heard Detective Chris said that there seemed to be clues to the murder, and he would

Give Ian a satisfactory answer, and us."

"Dear, why didn't the priest come?"

"I didn't find him. You know him better than I do. Father Cavendish's whereabouts are always erratic. I even wonder if he went to see God secretly."

"Haha, maybe."

Alina smiled instantly when she saw Mir. She didn't worry too much about Mir's condition, because as long as Mir saw Alina, his condition would be completely cured. Moreover, when Alina opened the door,

She has seen Mir adjust herself, and this is the result she wants to see most.

"My dear, I called you a carriage. You go home first. I need to go to my girlfriend to talk about something important. I'll be back a little later."

After Mir and Alina said goodbye temporarily, Mir took the carriage. This time he did not lean on the seat, but he wanted to take out the newspaper left by Ian as soon as possible. Regarding what Ian had asked him yesterday, he

Before he had time to deal with it, he had not yet read the newspaper.

In addition, as for the other newspapers, he planned to keep them as commemorations to commemorate the help Ian had provided over the years.

Mir was thinking about what Ian said yesterday on the carriage. He seemed to have noticed something. The content in the newspaper was likely to be related to Alina. Otherwise, Ian would never talk about Alina for no reason. However, specifically

He needs to read the information before he can know it.

The carriage sped along, bumping and shaking for a long time on the muddy road. He almost fainted. He firmly grabbed the seat at the other end of the carriage, fearing that he would be thrown out.

When the carriage passed by the entrance of the New Orleans Hotel, it was hit by a biting wind. Because the windows of the carriage were somewhat worn, the strong wind penetrated the entire carriage, like a violent storm, sweeping away the fine sand and soil on Bourbon Street.

slapped Mir on the face.

Mir cursed and shouted at the coachman, trying to get him to stop immediately. He now hated the coachman's skill in driving the carriage.

He felt that Inspector Chris's groom was very good at driving. The wheels collided with the mud, fine sand, and stones, like the Goldberg Variations. It seemed that every stone symbolized a canon, or represented a degree of canon, one after another, one after another.

The constant melody makes Mir achieve a hypnotic effect very quickly.

The strong wind stopped and the carriage stopped. Mir immediately jumped out of the carriage and was about to continue cursing the driver.

When Mill stood on Bourbon Street, he saw the two glass doors at the entrance of the New Orleans Hotel. The transparent glass was covered in pitch black, and Mill could not see anything inside the hotel.

There were two police officers guarding the door of the hotel. Under the strong and hot sunshine, one police officer was staring at a certain place in a daze, while the other police officer was sitting in the shade, leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

Mir wanted to go in to investigate, but the coachman stopped Mir and said that he had to be sent home first before he could move around freely.

"What? I can give you more money." Mir thought the coachman was ridiculous, he looked at the coachman and said.

The coachman refused Mir and said, "No, I don't need it. The pretty lady has already given me the money."

"Sir, please get back into the car, immediately! Immediately! I need to fulfill my duties. This is what the beautiful lady has personally ordered."

When the coachman saw Mir enter the car obediently, he said, "Sir, please sit down."

Mir noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the coachman's demeanor. His tone was strong, as if he was following an order. His standing posture was standard and straight, his body was strong, and he looked more like a soldier.

Then, while the coachman was driving the carriage, Mir proved that his judgment was very correct. The previous bumps and shakes now turned into tremors and wild swings. He felt that the carriage kept flying in the sky, as if he was rushing to the battlefield.

Or the feeling of the execution ground,

He finally arrived home, and the coachman asked him to get out of the car quickly. Mir, who was stunned, jumped out while supporting the coachman's muscular arm. He stood on Bourbon Street, but he couldn't find the direction of home.

When the carriage left, Mir walked forward staggeringly, as if he was a drunkard.

Walking into the house, Mil, who had a headache, sat on a chair and poured himself a few glasses of water. He needed to stay awake at this time.

Mir found a thick newspaper placed somewhere on the dining table. He pulled out the last piece of the newspaper and saw a newspaper he had read. He was very angry because the newspaper Ian was talking about was missing.

He wondered if Alina had moved the newspaper. He rummaged through the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and closet, but he still couldn't find it.

Mir was about to read all the newspapers from scratch. When he read the title of the first chapter of the newspaper - Andre Masséna was canonized as Marshal of the French Empire - whether a strategic genius can be canonized as Duke of France, Mill was shocked.

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This means that Alina's mother, Marie Rosalie, will soon become the marshal's wife, and Alina will soon become a princess in the future. They will immediately leave New Orleans and return to their hometown in France.

"Oh my god, no, this is impossible, how can she be Andre Massena's daughter?"

Mill was originally a top student in the history department at Cambridge School in England. He knew this history. He saw the names of Andre Massena and Marie Rosalie and their portraits of the elderly in history books, and remembered them.

They not only made André Masséna a marshal, but also made him Duke of Rivoli and Prince of Essling.

Mir, who is also a noble, stared at the ridiculous newspapers and wanted to tear them into pieces. However, Mir believed that his own aristocratic blood was humble and that the world had played a shameful joke on him and that he was the bane of the family.

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Ian once encouraged Mill and said that he did not want him to fall down. Ian believed that the world was beautiful. In New Orleans, it was Mill who brought him new hope and coordinated his relationship with his father, Amos Stoddard.

relationship between.


Chapter completed!