"About this issue," Amand said. "Our play has a strong political connotation in itself. When I created it, I knew that performing this work was inherently politically risky."

Having said this, Amand paused again and said: "And we chose to play at such a period, which is itself a political approach. We have already considered the political risks. Even if there is anything It's nothing more than going into the Bastille to eat mice for a while."

When people talk about going to prison, they usually call it "feeding mice", but Amand calls it "eating mice". And most people talk about the Bastille even more, but Amand and Robespierre know that because the Bastille is often used to imprison nobles, in terms of conditions, I am afraid that there is no other prison in France that is better than the Bastille. Okay.

"And, I think, if our king were a little smarter, we should not be in danger of feeding rats in the Bastille," Saint-Just began, "if our king decides to suppress the people, he should Decisive and powerful measures to quickly arrest all the representatives of the third rank, and immediately send them to the guillotine. Although this may lead to some confusion, the rebels are leaderless and can be defeated one by one."

Speaking of this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Saint Just's handsome mouth: "Moreover, most of these representatives are rich people-Mr. Robespierre, you are almost one of these representatives. The poorest, but even you are "rich" compared to most people in the St. Antoine area. And some people are hundreds of times richer than you. Just kill the delegates and then Confiscate assets, and then use the money to win over more troops, as well as nobles and poor people who are willing to follow the king, then our king may be able to pass this level. Of course, by doing this, France may have fought the Civil war. He has to be prepared for a period of failure, and he will be ready to go to the guillotine-like Charles I. But considering that the other side is headless, I think he is in a much better position than Charles I. If our king intends to If we do this, then most of us will be directly chopped off, and where is it our turn to feed the mice in the Bastille?"

Having said that, Saint-Just even gently stroked his slender neck, which was quite a bit like "a great head, who will cut it".

"Do you think the king would do this?" asked Robespierre.

"No." St. Just had a contemptuous smile on his face. "If the king had such audacity, he wouldn't be able to control that Austrian bitch. He wouldn't be in the 'Council of Nobles'. In general, our majesty lacks the courage to be a tyrant and has the measure of being an enlightened monarch. He is not a king who needs to be revered at all. Therefore, I don't think we will be in any danger. "

"Monsieur Saint-Just," Robespierre said with admiration, "you have a calm and courage that is not commensurate with your age and appearance. To be honest, I just saw you playing Spartacus yesterday, I'm still a little surprised, but your performance yesterday was so good, it convinced me perfectly, and I'm still surprised how a young man like you can have such power. But today's conversation with you, let me understand that a person's mind and strength cannot be measured by age. Mr. St. Just, as you say, our king does not have that kind of courage. Besides, we are not fools, He will do nothing and wait for him to do whatever he wants. In recent years, because of the extravagance of the privileged class, the country has no money to use. The army is equally useless and full of dissatisfaction. What's more, the army is also formed by France. The people. The army is made of the people, not soulless tools. If the king is going to take risks, he can count on only mercenaries. We are not completely unprepared, many nobles, and many more The officers are all in contact with us. If the king intends to make a big move, he can’t hide it from us. So although your performance has certain risks, the risks are not uncontrollable. After all, I invited you, even if you don’t ask for it, I will also consider your safety. So you can rest assured that although there are some risks, the possibility of entering the Bastille is still very small.”

"Not to mention the Bastille or the guillotine, we are not afraid," Amand said.

A few people talked about the performance again, and Amand and St. Just were about to leave. Robespierre sent them to the door and suddenly said: "Ah, there is one thing I almost forgot. Well, we have a club with some good friends who want to reform, I think our concepts are relatively close, are you interested in joining them?”

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"What club is it?" Saint-Just asked.

"The Brittany Club. It was originally a club for the representatives of the Brittany region. After the third-level meeting, more people joined in. They are all friends who support constitutionalism, so we are now considering the club's Change the name to "Friends of Constitutionalism". How about it, if you are interested, I can be your introducer." Robespierre said.

"Okay," Amand said. "I have a good friend. Maybe you've heard of him. His last name is Bonaparte. Well, Joseph Bonaparte, a scientific genius."

"I've heard of him." Robespierre nodded, "although I can't understand what he wrote. Well, can you wait? I'll go in and write him an invitation letter, please bring give him."

"I'd love to serve you," Amand said.

Robespierre went into the study to write a letter, while Amand and Saint-Just went into the living room by themselves, sat down on the sofa, and waited.

"Amand, do you think Monsieur Bonaparte would like to join this club?" asked Saint-Just.

"Don't worry, I know Joseph and his political views. You know from him...you know that a lot of the ideas for the script for Spartacus came from him. He supports it. Progressive youth of constitutionalism." Amand almost said that "Slave Battle Song" was written to him by Joseph, thinking about Joseph's attitude when he gave this song to him, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have done something stupid.

"I know that too," said Saint-Just, "but I always feel that M. Bonaparte doesn't want to get too involved in politics. He seems to prefer to focus on his knowledge. Well, I do not doubt that M. Bonaparte loves constitutionalism, but I think he probably loves science more."

"Damn it! I didn't expect this." Amand shook his head. But he immediately added: "This guy has such a possibility. It's just an invitation from a club, so it shouldn't take much time. If he's really busy, he doesn't need to participate."

The two were talking when they saw Robespierre come out of the study and handed an envelope to Amand.

"I have already written the invitation letter. I am looking forward to meeting this talented scientist at the club."

"Well, but Mr. Robespierre..." Amand hesitated.

"What's the matter? M. Lavoisier?" asked Robespierre.

"Joseph has been busy with important research recently. It involved a lot of his energy..." Amand said, "He may, may not be able to fully participate in the club's activities..." Amand said hesitantly...

Robespierre froze for a moment, then laughed: "Ah, Mr. Lavoisier, this is not a problem. It's just a club. No club will require all members to be present at any time. After all, Everyone has their own business, doesn't it? So, it's not a problem at all."

"If that's the case, it should be fine," Amand said.

. . . . . .

After coming out of Robespierre, Amand looked at the sky and said to Saint-Just: "Louis, Joseph lives not far from here, just across the street. I look at the time, It's time for him to go home. I'm going to go directly to him and give him this invitation. Would you like to go with me?"

Saint-Just thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "The time for the next performance is running out, so I'll go back and prepare first."

The two separated at the corner of the street, and St. Just got into a cab and headed back to the troupe, while Amand walked to Joseph's house.

Joseph was having dinner with his two younger brothers when Amand knocked on Joseph's door. Generally speaking, if a traveler from a country that eats in the East accidentally travels to the West, generally speaking, as long as they have the conditions, they will make their Chinese food and eat it, because most of the food from Western countries is eaten in the East. In the eyes of the foodies in China, it is not very delicious. This is especially true for the unfortunate traveler who travels to a country where there are only potatoes and eggs with a forty-five-degree angle to look up at the starry sky and sardines. However, what Joseph ate was still authentic Western food - bread and roast lamb chops. It's not just because he was lucky enough to travel to the West Country. The French can eat it and are famous all over the world. It is also because, in this era, all kinds of materials needed for Chinese food are unavailable in France. Moreover, Joseph is a person with a certain identity now, and it is a bit unseemly for a person of his identity to act on his own. In addition, labor is cheap now, so Joseph hired a maid to help at home.

In the big food country of later generations, it is not cheap to invite an aunt. The income of housekeeping aunts is significantly higher than the median income line. But in this era of France, it doesn't cost much to hire a maid who does housework.

"It smells good, is it roast lamb chops? Well, Joseph, your life has improved a lot." As soon as he entered the door, Amand shrugged, took a few deep breaths, and laughed.

"It's okay, Amand, why are you here at this time? Is there something wrong?" Joseph asked.

"Ah, I'm here to deliver a letter, an invitation," Amand said.