France, Paris, Foggy Month.
As the saying goes, when the world is not yet in chaos, Paris already is; when the world is at peace, Paris is not.
Paris, as a historically revolutionary region, can be said to be the weather vane for the entire European situation. Even the slightest stir in history will prompt an immediate reaction from the passionate people of Paris.
At this moment, on a secret path heading towards Paris.
A team of elite French cavalry is escorting a man with a slim but tight physique, clearly defined facial features, a full forehead, deep-set, sharp eyes, a straight nose, and a determined jawline on his way to Paris.
The man's facial contours are extremely prominent; if there is any flaw, it is his slightly short stature. However, his riding skill is exceptional, and his agility far exceeds that of ordinary people.
"General."
"We should reach Paris by tomorrow." A French dragoon said excitedly.
