Flowers, Swords and France

In the empty room, Mr. Otto von Bismarck, the Prussian ambassador, held the sword in his hand and looked at the young man standing in front of him in slight astonishment. Everything that happened suddenly made him feel inexplicably nervous.

In addition to being nervous, he was even more confused because he never thought that after he was invited to Minister Treville's house, the first thing the minister did to him was to draw swords at him. This medieval legacy made He felt a little ridiculous.

Could he want to use this opportunity to harm me? Like causing some kind of accident?

Bismarck was a thoughtful man and was never naive enough to fully trust someone, so he quickly dismissed the idea.

But this idea was quickly rejected by himself. If he really wanted to harm me, why would he do such a thing? You can let a few unknown killers take away your life on the street. There is no need to bring you home. Isn't this annoying?

Moreover, Bismarck had been deliberating for a long time and could not find any reason for the other party to be unfavorable to him. After all, he was now his friend on the surface, and he had no conflict of interest with him. He had not even touched the Russian ambassador, and How could you deliberately deal with yourself?

After thinking about it, Bismarck didn't think he would be in any danger now. What's more, he had already inspected both weapons. They were really just swords used for training and teaching. Even if the fight was more intense, it would not bring any consequences. Risk to life.

More importantly, he didn't want to back down in the face of this challenge. As a noble, he could not damage his honor; as a Prussian, he believed that he could not fall behind the French, so this was a challenge that he was absolutely unwilling to refuse.

Then, he raised his head again and looked at the sharp gaze coming towards him. The young man was holding the sword in his hand, staring at him with a smile that was both modest and elegant, but also seemed to be cruel.

That look in his eyes, full of confidence, as if he believed without reservation that he could win, just like him back then.

Back then, he also fought fiercely with others in college and suffered several injuries, which still leave traces to this day.

Although time has passed and many years have passed, and he is no longer young, he is still in his prime and full of energy. Although his body has begun to gain weight, he still retains his strength due to frequent hunting and exercise. With his agility back then, he would not be afraid to fight anyone.

Bah, young man, am I really afraid of you? He said harshly in his heart.

As if to challenge, he raised his hand and pointed his sword at the opponent as well. "Your Excellency, I think that no matter what the outcome is, we should accept it with a smile. Our friendship cannot be affected."

"Of course, of course! There are no ministers and ambassadors anymore, only Treville and Bismarck. I think our friendship can be strengthened by the battle between men, don't you?" Charles laughed. Get up, "Also, I want to remind you, Sir. Although I have never fought with anyone in the past few years, I have actually been taught by experts in swordsmanship since I was a child. When I was in middle school, my swordsmanship was also highly praised by my teachers and classmates. If you If you don’t take it seriously, you may suffer a loss.”

"Yes, I know you were a top student in middle school, so I always thought that even if you couldn't join the Bonaparte family, you could still find a way out in France." Bismarck nodded, implicitly indicating that he had already investigated This young man, "and Compared to you, I was much humbler when I was young. I am not a student who can be admired by others... except for swordsmanship, of course! This is the only thing I am particularly confident about, so don't look at my current age, if you are not careful. I’m afraid you can’t beat me.”

"Really?" Charles smiled and nodded, "Then let's take practical actions to see who deserves more confidence."

Neither of them could take advantage of their words, so they said no more. The two of them took off their coats and vests in unison, unbuttoned their shirts, and suddenly transformed from well-dressed politicians and diplomats. , became an ordinary person.

It was summer and the weather was a bit hot, so after taking off the constraints of their coats, the two of them suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"There is no referee here, so I will count. After I count to three, we will officially start, okay?" Charles asked.

"Of course." Bismarck nodded immediately.

"Okay..." Ciel picked up the sword again, but this time he no longer provoked, but stretched out his front legs slightly, lowered his waist, and pointed the sword diagonally downwards, assuming a normal starting position. "three……"

Bismarck also quickly began to show his own starting posture.

"Two!" The two men raised their heads and stared at each other at the same time. At this time, there was no longer the mask-like etiquette in their eyes, only the purest desire to fight was left. This has been passed down by males for thousands of years. Down to attack instinct, civilization has spent thousands of years disguising it, but given the opportunity, it will still dominate the heart of every man.

This is the best opportunity.

"One!" With this loud shout, Ciel quickly took a step forward, then swung the sword in his hand and stabbed the opponent's left chest.

This direct attack without hesitation surprised Bismarck a little, because generally speaking, in such a fencing competition, people should be more stable and will initially fight to find the opponent's weaknesses.

And this young man did this, obviously wanting to use the physical advantage brought by his youth to directly enter a war of attrition, and to quickly win with an oppressive style of play. The opponent's fearless mentality can be seen.

I will let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.

With this idea in mind, he quickly turned slightly to the right, and then swung the sword in his hand to the opponent's shoulder.

After Charles drew back his sword to block this attack, the two swords intersected and made the first sound of collision, but because there was no blade, it was more like the muffled hum of two iron pillars colliding.

After this heavy blow, the two people took a step back in their respective directions at the same time.

Bismarck's breathing was a little hurried. When the two swords intersected just now, his wrist couldn't help shaking, and he almost dropped the sword in his hand to the ground. At this time, it was still a little painful. The young man's strength surprised him. He didn't expect that the other party looked gentle but had such good skills.

It seems that he just claimed that he had received special education since childhood, and it was definitely not bragging.

What a powerful opponent... This harsh reality stimulated the ferocity in his blood vessels. Not only was he not afraid, but he raised his hand and took the initiative to attack. From the first confrontation, he knew that he would have no chance of winning if he delayed the time. Now he could only use his years of experience to strive for victory as soon as possible.

The two people looked at each other fiercely, waving their weapons and fighting each other. In the repeated attacks and blocks, the swords kept making sounds, and the ding-dong sound was like an exciting music. The breathing of the two people became more and more rapid and dull.

Because they knew that this was a weapon that could not kill people, compared with a real sword duel, both of them were much braver and more aggressive. They kept attacking the vital points and their steps were also very rapid.

After such a fierce battle lasted for a long time, as their strength gradually weakened, the rhythm and pace of the two men's attack and defense gradually slowed down, and there were more and more flaws in their movements. They were stabbed by swords several times, and the pain began to spread to their limbs. Fortunately, these were not real weapons, so there was no bloodshed.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Overall, because of his older age, Ambassador Bismarck was at a disadvantage. He was suppressed and could only slowly retreat to reduce the opponent's fierce attack. In the end, he found himself retreating to the corner.

When his body was stopped by touching the wall when retreating, Charles took a big step forward and stabbed him in the left chest again with all his strength. This time he was so aggressive that he seemed to end the whole battle with this blow.

This is the moment.

Bismarck's eyes narrowed slightly. He could already feel that his strength was reaching the bottom, and now was the best and perhaps the last chance to win.

He bent down to avoid the fierce blow, then directly picked up the sword in his hand and swung it hard, ready to hit the opponent's neck fiercely. He had planned this blow for a long time, and he also used up his last strength. The speed was much faster than before. He firmly believed that as long as this heavy blow was over, it would be enough to temporarily make the opponent lose the ability to move.

However, just when he was full of joy, Charles, who seemed unable to withdraw his sword, leaned forward directly.

The distance between the two people was already very close, and at this time they were almost close to each other, and Charles's sword was held by his backhand and pushed back heavily.

"Ah..."

When the tip of the sword touched the human body, Bismarck screamed in pain, and the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Although the unsharpened sword did not pierce his body, the thin metal rod pressed against his ribs, and the pain at that moment was still so shocking that even a man as determined as Bismarck could not help but instinctively let out a painful wail. His face turned pale, and then he coughed loudly and almost fainted.

Seeing him in such pain, Charles withdrew his hand. He really did not want to create an accident.

Under his gaze, Bismarck slowly recovered his breath, and his face became a little more red.

"I... I lost... I am convinced." He said intermittently, "You are really good, Your Excellency the Minister..."

"You are also very good, sir." Charles raised his head and looked at the other party.

At this time, he was not as reserved as usual, but with a childish show-off, "This is a trick my teacher taught me when I was ten years old. I used it well, right?"

"You used it very poorly, it's disappointing!" At this moment, a word suddenly came from the side.

Charles looked over in astonishment and found Agnes staring at him intently, "Little friend, do you want to play again?"