Flowers, Swords and France

Although the sun has not set yet, the autumn afternoon always makes people feel a little chilly. According to the previous agreement, Charles came to the studio where Fran was taking classes.

To be honest, although this studio cost him a lot of money every year, today was his first time here.

Ciel took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

It should be arriving soon.

Sure enough, after a while, the door of this small mansion opened, and a group of girls came out one after another, chatting with each other and walking towards the carriages that had been waiting for a long time outside.

Ciel's eyes swept over the figures of these girls without stopping, waiting quietly for his sister to appear.

Just when he was a little anxious, Fran finally appeared. She slowly walked out of the mansion, but hesitated at the door instead of walking towards the carriage. Her blue eyes kept looking around, and she held tightly the fan that Charles had given her before, with an expression on her face. Somewhat nervous. Her silky golden hair was spread over her shoulders, blowing gently in the breeze. .

Ciel waved gently, and Fran immediately saw him, a smile appeared on her face, and then she ran over to Ciel in small steps.

"Good afternoon!" Fran greeted, her voice very cheerful.

However, Ciel's first greeting was...

"Flan, why have you changed so much today? I almost don't recognize you!"

Seeing his almost brand-new sister in front of him, Charles was deeply shocked.

Yes, his sister changed from normal today. Instead of wearing plain white as usual, she put on a newly bought pink skirt and a red velvet round hat on her head. She seemed to want to dress more maturely, but The remaining childishness between his eyebrows could not be concealed at all.

How to describe it appropriately?

Well, let’s describe it as “Charlotte when she first started dating”.

"Sir, I'm almost sixteen years old, I can't always dress like a child!" Fran pouted in reply, and then looked at her brother expectantly, "Does it look good?"

"Well, it looks good, very good-looking." Charles nodded quickly, "I'm just a little surprised, but it's actually very good-looking."

"It's good that you know!" After receiving her brother's approval, Fran smiled happily.

But if Fran knew what her brother had just said about her outfit, she would definitely not be so polite.

Then, Ciel turned his attention to the fan that Fran had been holding in her hand.

"Why did you bring it to the studio? Be careful not to get it stained by the paint, otherwise you will be in trouble."

After hearing Ciel's question, Fran seemed to hold her hand tighter.

"Don't worry, brother, I won't get it dirty. I kept it carefully during class! This is a gift I got, and I just want to keep it with me."

"Okay, okay, whatever you want." Charles complimented casually, "It does match your current clothes very well..."

"Really?" Fran was surprised and delighted by her brother's compliment, "I have been choosing this for a long time!"

"Of course, it's very beautiful." After complimenting his sister casually, Ciel asked softly.

As soon as she heard this, Fran's expression quickly became serious. She glanced around slightly nervously, and then lowered her voice.

"You come with me."

Then, Fran took Ciel's hand and walked to a nearby alley.

…………

"Hello, Miss Bowen." Charles saluted solemnly.

"Yes, Mr. Treville, we meet again." Mademoiselle Laura de Beauvin, one of the richest heiresses in France, looked at Charles with a half-smile, "Fortunately, there are no stools here... "

She was dressed luxuriously today as usual, with her hair tied in a high bun, and her expressionless face, like an exquisite doll.

"It doesn't matter even if there is," Charles' expression was very calm, "as long as you don't act foolishly because of impulse like poor Mr. Du Taai - that must be his name."

"Haha..." Laura chuckled, but there was no smile on her face, "Don't worry, I won't be stupid today. After all, I finally got my father to agree to let me help find you. …”

"It sounds like I should be honored." Charles replied calmly, "But now that you have achieved your goal, can you tell me something more interesting?"

"The following is what my father asked me to tell you exactly. I will tell you without missing a beat." Laura turned around and looked at Charles seriously.

"Mr. Treville, since you are a smart man, you will not fail to understand what it means since I did not report you."

"Well, I generally understand," Charles nodded, "Then what is Mr. Bowen going to do next?"

"I don't know." Laura replied simply, "I don't understand what happened between you and him. My father always keeps this kind of thing secret from me, so I am just responsible for relaying it."

Ciel frowned.

"You mean your father wants to see me?"

"Yes."

"When and where?" Charles asked directly.

"If it's still in my house, you won't be at ease, right? My father means that you can choose a place and time."

"You're so easy to talk to?" Charles couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"My father has never been stingy with talented people." Laura still looked half-smiling.

"Very good." Charles nodded, "Since the Baron is so easy to talk to, it would be too rude for me to dodge..."

Then he took out a pen and his own note from his pocket, then wrote an address directly on it, then tore off the page of the note and handed it to the other party.

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"Baron, please don't bring too many people, otherwise you will never see me again in this life." Charles warned.

"Of course." Laura nodded, then carefully put away the note, and then she seemed to tease Ciel, "You nobles are always so cautious."

"This is a good habit," Charles replied, "and if I remember correctly, the Bowen family is also a noble now."

"Now, oh, yes, now..." As if she was touched by Charles, Laura, who had always been expressionless, suddenly smiled sarcastically, "Sir, we are not nobles."

"Isn't it enough to have a title?"

"The difference is huge. My father was made a baron by His Majesty the King, entered the House of Lords, and is a director of the Bank of France; my mother is still the daughter of a count, but so what, does anyone think we are nobles? I My grandfather seems to feel that marrying into my family for money is a big humiliation. He has almost never had any contact with my family after my mother got married for many years. I am sure that he can't remember what I look like anymore. They almost never regard us as nobles. They base it on the fact that our family has no history - it's as if we fell from the sky out of thin air!" Laura's expression became more and more serious, and she seemed to be ** herself. The resentment gathered in life and in the studio, "It's ridiculous! My ancestors rely on their own labor and efforts to pass down their bloodline from generation to generation. How can they be any worse than those nobles from Tianhuang who have no ability other than boasting about their bloodline?"

Seeing that Charles looked a little embarrassed, the banker lady smiled slightly and relaxed.

"Mr. Treville, I'm not talking about you, don't mind."

"Actually I don't mind." Ciel replied.

"If you think I am complaining to you, you are wrong. Even if half of the people in this studio hate me and despise me, I still feel proud that I exceed their talents, whether it is painting skills or not. Or intellectually. My father proved it with his achievements in life. The thing is: Talented people should be born to be superior to ordinary people, not relying on poor blood. I admire my father, and I never deny this." Laura stared at Xia with interest. Er, "And you, you are a smart man, we have told you so."

"Fortunately, at least I'm not stupid enough to be ruined by your father." Charles glanced at the other party with a slightly mocking look, "Should I be grateful for this?"

Under this explicit ridicule, Laura did not show any embarrassment or even any look of embarrassment on her face. This made Charles secretly lament that Baron Beauvain's daughter had indeed inherited her father's banker style. .

"This is just an unfortunate accident. Isn't that what we want to remedy now?" She looked at the bustling crowd in the distance, seemingly thoughtful, "Moreover, I was ready to rescue Fran, just because I didn't It’s easy to say it clearly, but it can only be hinted at…”

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ciel was a little confused.

"I guess your sister didn't tell you. I found her several times and hinted to her that if something happens in the future, come to me. Then I can naturally help her quietly." Laura replied in a low voice.

Although it seemed a little strange, Ciel intuitively felt that what she said was true, and there was no need for her to tell such a lie that Ciel would get results as soon as he asked.

However, because of this, Ciel felt even more confused.

"Why are you preparing to help her?"

"Isn't it obvious? Your sister is a talented person and very cute. Most importantly, even though her surname is Treville, she never looks at us with that funny look. Isn't that enough? Is it enough for me to help her once?" Laura's answer was even more unexpected than Charles, "But fortunately, judging from the final result, you solved the problem directly and didn't need to bother me to help. Isn’t this all a very good outcome?”

Charles was dumbfounded by this answer. This young lady is really...

Obviously, for some reason, she planned to help Fran when she was in trouble. As for whether the others died or not, she was too lazy to care. And her biggest reason turned out to be that Fran, who came from a well-known family, always treated her with courtesy and never put on airs...

The bourgeoisie's pride in their own abilities and current status, and the hidden admiration and hatred for the nobles deep in their hearts, are wonderfully mixed together in this girl, and they are so integrated that they don't look out of place at all. .

Anyway, she is still a girl after all. Ciel secretly smiled bitterly.

…………

After talking to Laura, Charles sent his sister to the carriage. Just as he was about to leave after giving instructions, he found that his sleeves were gently pulled a few times.

"Fran, what's the matter?"

"Brother, when will you come home?" Fran looked up at her brother, her eyes full of expectation.

"It's almost there, almost there." Charles reached out and patted his sister's head gently. (To be continued.)