"Alright, I'll handle this matter." In the end, Dussaut-Audufort couldn't resist the temptation of money. He decided to help his brother seize the armaments factory. With his power, it shouldn't be difficult to accomplish this. Moreover, the other party was a Jew, so there shouldn't be much influence in Paris.
"Uncle!" Just after Dussaut-Audufort and Pierre-Audufort had finalized their plans, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
"Xuren?" Dussaut-Audufort immediately recognized the voice as that of his son.
"Father... Father, what are you doing here?" Seeing his father, Xuren asked in confusion.
"I should be asking you the same question. How did you end up here? And what are you doing involved with Pierre?" Dussaut-Audufort asked, feeling displeased that his son was here because he knew what kind of person his brother was and feared his son might be led astray by him.
"I... I..." Xuren became visibly nervous when his father questioned him, stuttering and unable to find the words.
"Ah, big brother, Xuren is my nephew. He's just here to visit me. Isn't that normal?" Pierre quickly intervened, sensing Xuren's discomfort and eager to deflect attention.
"Dad, you have to avenge me! I was assaulted last night!" Unexpectedly, Xuren, the unreliable teammate, didn't wait for Pierre to finish his words before he started sobbing to his father, asking him to seek revenge for him.
"What happened? Who did you provoke? Who dared to lay hands on you?" Dussaut-Audufort inquired. He knew his son well enough. He had always been a law unto himself, relying on his power, never on the receiving end of such treatment.
"It's Anya, some woman she found. I won't let him get away with it!" Xuren said angrily. Although he had successfully ambushed Roland and sent him to the hospital, he had been knocked unconscious by someone shortly afterward, and his anger had not subsided.
"And who is Anya? Xuren, Pierre, both of you explain yourselves." Dussaut-Audufort demanded.
"Father, this Anya is the sister of that factory owner. Uncle Pierre caught Jobs but let her go. That's why I went to catch her, but I didn't expect her to sneak into Versailles Palace, and she even found a paramour." Virtue angrily said, having been thoroughly beaten by Roland in front of so many people in Versailles Palace, which was a great humiliation.
So he came to his uncle Pierre Audovou to seek assistance this time. He wanted to bring people to reclaim the factory. He refused to believe that with so many people, they couldn't defeat the two of them (Roland and Marlin).
"What? Versailles Palace? Are you sure that girl got into Versailles Palace? How did she get in?" However, that wasn't the main point for Monsieur Audovou. When he heard that Anya had entered Versailles Palace, his face turned pale instantly.
You see, Versailles Palace has always been under Napoleon's control, its status equivalent to that of the imperial palace. It's not a place ordinary people can enter.
"Big brother, rest assured, that girl just sneaked in." Pierre Audovou reassured.
"Yes! Father. They're just a bunch of commoners, and they dared to hurt me. I won't forgive them." On the side, Virtue-Audovou said, in his view, he belonged to the high-ranking French upper class, and now someone dared to lay hands on him, it was simply outrageous.
"Just a few commoners who snuck in?" Monsieur Audovou muttered to himself. According to Virtue and Pierre's words, there seemed to be no problem with this matter, but for some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
And what happened next decisively confirmed his suspicions.
After discussing the matter, Monsieur Audovou prepared to leave, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw a team of soldiers with rifles marching towards them.
"Attention! Surround this house!" With the officer's command, the soldiers of the platoon immediately raised their rifles and aimed at the people inside the house.
"Bold! Who are you people? How dare you come here and act recklessly? Get out of here!" At this moment, Monsieur Audovou's brother Pierre-Audovou also stepped out, furious to see the French soldiers surrounding his mansion. He then angrily berated the surrounding soldiers.
"Whose army are you? What mission are you here to carry out?" Meanwhile, Monsieur Audovou appeared calm, staring intently at the French soldiers in front of him, asking calmly.
"We are the Paris Garrison, here on a mission," a French officer slowly walked forward from the crowd.
"Barrett! It's you!" Monsieur Audovou's heart shook as he saw the approaching figure. Being a high-ranking official in France, he naturally had knowledge of various figures around Napoleon, and Barrett, as Napoleon's Chief Guard, was among those he recognized.
"Colonel Barrett, what brings you here? Is there something wrong?" Recognizing Barrett, Monsieur Audovou hurried forward with warmth in his tone. As Napoleon's Chief Guard, Barrett was naturally close to the emperor, so unless necessary, Monsieur Audovou didn't want to cause trouble with him.
"I've already said, I'm here on a mission. Mayor Dossi, come with us!" Barrett said calmly, unaffected by Monsieur Audovou's warmth. Perhaps in the past, he might have engaged in polite conversation with the mayor, but now that he knew the truth of the matter and realized the impending danger for the mayor, he had no intention to waste energy with him.
"But... Colonel Barrett, what exactly is happening? Can you tell me?" Monsieur Audovou's tone was earnest, and his words even carried a hint of pleading. Normally, he wouldn't continue seeking conversation if met with such a cold response, but given the strange occurrences, he felt compelled to persist.
"What's happening? You better ask your own son about that. Ask him what possessed him to dare attack the nephew of Napoleon himself," Barrett's tone was icy as he looked at Monsieur Audovou, his anger palpable.
"What? Attack Roland!" Monsieur Audovou's face paled at Barrett's words, then he stiffly turned to look at his son.
"Virtue! What's going on? Tell me." Monsieur Audovou almost shouted at his son, Roland was not unfamiliar to him. He was a rising star in France, highly regarded by Napoleon himself, practically the heir apparent. Monsieur Audovou had been contemplating how to get acquainted with him!
"Now, you've finally met him. But it's because both sides have become mortal enemies. At this moment, Monsieur Audovou even felt like strangling this rebellious son of his.
"Hmph! Monsieur Audovou, scolding your son now, don't you think it's too late? Let me tell you, His Highness Roland is injured and hospitalized. You better pray he's alright, or you'll have hell to pay," Barrett said mockingly, looking at Monsieur Audovou.
"Guards! Take all members of the Audovou family away, leave no one behind," Barrett ordered expressionlessly. He knew that after today, the once prominent Audovou family would likely be erased from the upper echelons of French society.
"What are you doing? Let me go! Dad, save me!" Seeing the fierce-looking French soldiers rushing towards him, Virtue panicked. He shouted and screamed, trying to get his father to save him.
But little did he know, his father was also in deep trouble. Napoleon's wrath was not something easily escaped."