"Ding Ding Ding..." The ringtone finally rang.

The tired Andrew enjoyed the sound of metal that had previously felt monotonously monotonous as wonderful music. "God blesses, no, Satan is supreme, and finally can finish the work." Andrew secretly thanked and swore in his heart: If it is not absolutely necessary, he will no longer accept any form of speech invitation in the future.

But man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. When Speaker De Muran rad the bell, he did not directly announce the end of his question to General Andrew, and instead said: "Now, at the request of the revolutionary masses, after asking General Andrew for the consent in advance, I allowed the non-committee citizens upstairs to ask questions to the general, but considering the time constraints, there are only two questions."

"Despicable DeMurran, when did I agree to increase the number of events? I want to kill me." Andrew kept protesting in his stomach. Although his face was still full of smiles, he seemed to be cooperating with the speaker's speech. He had already greeted DeMurran's 18 generations of female relatives in his heart. If the guy behind him had not limited two questions, Andrew would have to cut the bribes to the Dandong faction, which would be worth more than 100,000 gold francs.

While the poor general was still thinking about it, a sound came from the dark building. His voice was loud and his words were very vulgar, but it was made by a woman. "General, what kind of woman do you like? Do you need Aunt Laura to introduce it to you?"

Orleans's question continued to Paris, but the person who asked the question was replaced by a woman. Andrew quit a little, finally turned around and asked softly to the high-ranking Speaker De Muran, "Class of the Chairman, can Andrew not answer this private topic?"

"No, my general, as the convention of the National Convention, people standing on the podium must answer all questions. I can't do anything about it." De Muran shrugged and looked helpless, but did not win the favor of the parties involved.

Since he couldn't escape, he had to answer. After some thought, Andrew, who was holding his head and chest out, began to fabricate real lies again.

"Aunt Laura, right? First of all, Andrew thanks you for your concern. This is a sincere thank you. In fact, when I answered the question from the front row congressman just now, I had already expressed my opposition to arranged marriages and choosing a partner freely. What a poetic and romantic thing that would be. As for what kind of women I like, such as, a more beautiful, a younger, a more gentle, and a more considerate person, but the most important thing is that both parties must have common revolutionary ambitions and ambitions. Well, that's all for the time being."

After saying this, Andrew felt like he wanted to vomit. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned than the city wall and still held back, gritted his teeth, and published a "high theory" that made all insiders disgusted.

"General, as the person involved, how do you view the Toulon Massacre?" This is the thought of the old duke hidden in the dark corner. Although the assassination of Andrew has been ordered to stop, it does not mean that he no longer hates the tyrants. It is just obeying the needs of the current political struggle. Listening to the increasingly shameless arguments of the butcher general, he couldn't stand it and attack.

It was him who came up with the problem, but it was the old duke's subordinate, a scapegoat who made the sound.

It was a remnant of the nobles, and this was Andrew's intuition. It felt like a sound coming from a dark corner upstairs, which contained an incomparable disgust and hatred for himself. Andrew was not afraid because he had long been used to it and respecting the Speaker, and he said:

"As a human being, I sympathize with your misfortune and hate your cruelty; but as a revolutionary, I firmly believe in my beliefs and cheer for the greatness of the revolution."

"What would you do if you choose again?" Shadow continued to ask.

"This is the third question, but I can answer it. If history reappears, I will sign the massacre order in Toulon. For all things that hinder the development of history, the only way to treat the horror of the counter-revolution with revolutionary terror!" Andrew's answer was extremely firm.

When the audience was applause again, the man who had just asked the Duke's question was arrested by the guards who rushed over. This was an order issued by Commissioner Baras.

Andrew, who had completed the task successfully, did not care about the successors that happened upstairs. He was busy immersing in the title of "Honor Member of the National Council" awarded by Speaker De Muran.

Obtaining the qualification of French citizenship can make Andrew a general and lead troops to fight, and the title of honorary member is even more significant. Except for the lack of voting rights, Andrew can enjoy all the rights of other members of the National Assembly. Of course, the wealthy general is not for the poor salary of the parliamentarians, but the right to speak. It can make the voices of the Eastern people often ring in the highest authority in France, greatly expanding their political and military power, and in addition, after the expansion of their strength, it will inevitably affect the future political situation of revolutionary France.

(Note: Although the revolutionary France retained the so-called cabinet, its power was concentrated in the National Convention. The National Convention existed as the highest legislative body and the highest administrative body, and later included judicial power. It can be said that the three powers were united. When the Gironde faction was in power in 1792, the Executive Committee was the executive body of the National Convention. After two uprisings in 1793, the Public Security Committee became the executive body of the resolution.)

Awarded merit, applauded, and hugged. Andrew and De Muran completed the cooperation on the stage. Amid the cheers of everyone, the Oriental, holding the certificate of honorary membership, walked down the pulpit and returned to his mentor.

"Congratulations, Councillor Andrew." Fred, Talian and Barrel congratulated him. Barras simply smiled and said, "Robespierre Jr. just now, and asked you to go to the office of the Public Security Commission immediately after you come down, where the leader Robespierre will meet you alone."

"Is this an honor?" Andrew asked, still feeling a little nervous.

"Of course it's an honor. However, there are some things that must be paid attention to!" Balas's answer was very concise.

"What's the matter?" Andrew asked.

"I don't call Robespierre the 'leader', that's what outsiders like to call him, but he doesn't like him; Robespierre is very smart, you should speak less and listen more, and don't move the set on the pulpierre into the committee office." Barras whispered and reminded Andrew.

"Don't talk about the Vandai peace talks for the time being." Barrell took back his request for Andrew last night.

"Don't talk to the leader about women!" Fred interjected.

"And don't talk about money, these are things that the Puritans don't like." Talian said.
Chapter completed!