Countess' lover

Margaret did have a good time with the Phantom.However, they are unfortunate in themselves in this era.

The war was still going on, and the French army retreated steadily. At the end of September, the besieged emperor even surrendered to the Prussian army with 8.3 troops!The bad news came to Paris one by one. The wide and beautiful streets were already crowded with refugees fleeing from various occupations.They are either farmers, or workers, and even some nobles with considerable assets.

War can take away all good things, even the nobles who are still in peace can't help feeling panic after comforting themselves.By the end of December, the situation was at its worst. From December 1870, 12, the Prussian army bombarded Paris with 27 heavy artillery pieces.

The bombardment has been going on for more than a month, and everyone is in a state of panic.The aristocrats can no longer comfort themselves that France will suddenly turn defeat into victory. The workers and other proletariats once again rioted and went on strike, and impassioned and inevitably angry class leaders roamed the streets and alleys.They gathered crowds and made speeches, and more and more people joined them.The shadow hidden under the brilliance of the bourgeoisie suddenly expanded and exploded under the war, and it was out of control.

Liberty, equality, democracy.They need peace, and peace needs power and armies!

The Countess lost weight by being alone in the room, and she almost went bankrupt under the impact of the war.A man may be able to make contributions during this period, but a woman can only guard her own wealth.And when the news came that the phantom was being hunted in the opera house, Margaret was on the verge of collapse.

Eric!She hadn't seen him for half a month. At this time, the nobles were afraid to go out, and even the servants would not agree with her waywardness.People cherish their lives.

But now she can no longer sit down with peace of mind, she is like a little ant, at a loss when disaster strikes.Margaret walked around the room twice, called the maid, and changed into an extremely simple dark gray attire.

The countess slipped out quietly through the back door, without gorgeous panniers and patterns, she put on a hood to cover her hair, her delicate face was half hidden, she looked like an ordinary poor person on the street.Without any guards to follow, she could only find the way to the opera house by relying on the route she got from the servant and her own superficial impression.

Needless to say, there are no safety hazards. If she loses the phantom, she can't guarantee what she will look like.She walked briskly, but her body was trembling.A large group of workers gathered around, and a man in the middle was giving a speech.They raised their weapons and let out a terrifying cry.The countess had to cross this road without disturbing anyone, but she had already traveled most of the way.It's close, it's almost there!

Suddenly there was a commotion at the corner of the street, the sound of horseshoes, and the running sound of leather shoes landing.Two officers on horseback led an army of a hundred men and quickly dispersed the crowd.How can workers without any actual combat experience resist the army?

Margaret seemed to be regarded as a fleeing reactionary worker. She tried to escape the place quickly, but a soldier pushed her roughly to the side of the road.She was lying on the side of the road, her delicate palms would be broken as soon as she rubbed on the ground, and her knees were also faintly aching.She had never been so embarrassed before, the countess gritted her teeth to hold back the feeling of crying, got up, and took a few steps staggeringly.

It seemed that the wind took away her hood, and the neighing of the horse was like thunder on the ground, and Margaret fell powerlessly again.Behind him came a voice like a ghostly curse,

"Look, William! A beautiful girl!"

Margaret turned her head, and in front of her was an officer riding a horse.A straight military uniform and a tall black horse were her girlhood dreams.But at this moment, this very handsome officer seemed like a devil, riding around her on horseback like a nightmare.Those aggressive and scorching eyes could cut her clothes like a sharp blade, leaving her nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

Fear, anger, embarrassment, despair... The countess suddenly calmed down. She held her head up high, her blond hair was covered with a layer of gold powder in the dusk. Even though she was embarrassed, she was still beautiful, as delicate as a rose.And roses with thorns will only make people want to plunder even more.

The young and handsome officer whistled, dismounted from his horse, and pinched her face frivolously. "This bitch is much prettier than the ones we've fucked before, and I bet the queen isn't necessarily as pretty."

The countess looked at him calmly, her blue eyes were like the waves of the ocean, shining like jewels under the faint setting sun.She looked at him as if the superior officer was to her only a clown on a stage.Cold and mocking.

This look obviously offended the officer, and a slap fell on the Countess' face without mercy. "Bitch!" the young officer cursed, and the next moment she tore her skirt!

Margaret remained calm, but the hands behind her back tightened even more.She is waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

As the dusk faded, the commotion resumed.Countless workers and poor people holding high torches came in this direction, led by the leader of the agitators who had just fled.Panic froze on the officer's face, and he hurriedly pushed Margaret away, trying to get on his horse and escape.However, the woman who had been silent all this time suddenly grabbed the officer as if she was crazy, and threw herself on him.

"Let go!" The officer yelled, but before he could utter the curse words, he lost the right to speak the next moment.This woman whom he looked down on wherever he went, actually used all his strength to stab a sharp dagger into his heart.How could he think of it?

The man's tall body crashed to the ground, the dagger still stuck in his chest.The bright red blood blends with the military uniform, which is desolate and magnificent.The young officer did not die on the battlefield when the soldiers approached the city, but died at the hands of ordinary women who could not be forced. What a mockery!

Margaret sat slumped on the ground, the torn skirt seemed to be blowing away in the wind.She looked dazed, and her eyes had lost focus.The blood of the wicked dripped from her hands to her legs, and no one paid any attention to her.

But she killed someone!She plunged a sharp knife into a man's chest with her own hands!The scarlet blood silently taunted her, she lost her status and ran out alone, what did she have?

Workers battled the army, and torches blazed in the twilight.Even if the leader is incompetent, the people will not abandon their country.

Someone came to her silently, and the rough panting did not stand out in the chaos.The pure black cloak covered her icy body, someone hugged her and led her to a corner where no one was paying attention.

The limbs that were numb in the night wind finally recovered some temperature, and she began to struggle and scream frantically.There is no part of her body that is not painful, but it seems to be numb.She has lost her only weapon, and even with it, she has no strength to kill a strong man.But how could she not struggle?

"Don't bark! Come with me."

The man covered her mouth with his hand, but Margaret bit down hard instead.The man was in pain, but he didn't let go of her, he still firmly pulled her away from this place.

His hands were broad and strong, and the Countess could not break free from him at all.Something silver fell down, and the man turned his head to show her comforting eyes. Under the reflection of the fire, his distorted and ugly face seemed to be the death god, and the devil was reborn.Ghosts, demons!Tears welled up in Margaret's eyes, and her hoarse voice revealed infinite grievances and fears.

"Eric..."