Flowers, Swords and France

"Lucien, thank you, you've helped me a lot."

Before stepping into the door, Charles thanked him again.

"It's okay, Charles." Lucien's answer was very steady, with the kind of certainty that comes from a person who has made a clear choice. "You know, my grandfather and father both served Emperor Napoleon, and my grandfather was an officer under your grandfather. So I'm not afraid to serve the Bonaparte family again, as long as it can prove that it's worthy of my service."

Then he shook Charles' hand.

"You can make me believe this, so you can definitely make them believe it too."

Under this eager gaze, Charles smiled gently.

"I hope so."

Before walking in, as if for the final confirmation, Charles asked again.

"Are all your friends trustworthy?"

Lucien didn't answer, but just nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Charles also nodded, then walked in without looking back, without any hesitation.

Then let's have a good fight!

If it was Charles before, he would have been a little nervous to go to the barracks of the Imperial Army and preach rebellious ideas to a group of officers, even if he knew that the risk was not high. But now, he had no hesitation.

After Charles walked in, he immediately became the focus of everyone's attention. But he seemed not to feel it at all, and still walked past them with a standard smile.

Charles, who was well-dressed, looked a little unnatural among these officers with neat uniforms and strong and powerful bodies. There was also a lot of distrust and hesitation in their eyes.

But it didn't matter, these were all within the expected range.

Charles walked to the seat reserved for him and coughed lightly.

"Gentlemen, yes, I am the person you are waiting for."

The young officers looked at each other for a few times, and their expressions were obviously not convinced. Finally, an officer sitting in the middle, who seemed to be the leader, nodded slightly to Charles and spoke.

"Lucien didn't tell us your name, but considering your difficulties, we don't mind. Let's just call you sir. Hello, I'm Lieutenant Tule."

Charles nodded.

Then Lieutenant Tule introduced Charles to several other officers, who also nodded to Charles, with a friendly but somewhat cold attitude.

Charles sat down and gently poured a glass of wine into his glass. His movements were skillful and delicate, but it was obvious that the overly elegant movements were quite unpleasant here. He suddenly felt that the eyes looking at him became more and more unfriendly.

"You are indeed the person we are waiting for, but we are not waiting for you to show us how to pour wine." An officer said with a little sarcasm. Although his joke was sharp, it attracted a few laughs from the side.

Charles was mentally prepared for this unfriendly attitude, so he did not seem very surprised or panicked.

He picked up the glass, drank it all, and then answered softly.

"I'm not here to drink with you," Charles replied calmly, "Let's be frank, I'm a Bonapartist, we need your help, France needs your help, I'm here to ask you, ask you, the loyal children of France, to stand up and defend her... There is no doubt that this will put your lives at risk, but even so, I still ask for your help."

"Of course we are willing to give everything to defend France," Lieutenant Tule answered very straightforwardly, but there were still many doubts in his eyes, "But how can you say that you and your companions can represent her?"

Of course not, of course you must say yes.

"Now we are the only ones who are working hard for her fate. We are more worried about her future than anyone else, and we know better how to save her, so..." Charles looked directly at the officers opposite him, his eyes were very firm, "For France, please help us, okay?"

The young officers looked at each other for a few more times, and then Lieutenant Tule spoke again.

"Well, please tell me, how do you want to save her?"

"No matter what we think, our Prime Minister will overthrow this dynasty." Charles replied, "And I can tell you clearly that once we take control of the French government again, we will do everything we can to regain the lost glory of France in Europe, no matter who it is."

"No matter who it is?" an officer whispered.

"Even if he is the Tsar." Charles answered firmly.

His words caused a little tremor.

"Really?" Some people were still a little hesitant, "In other words, if the Bonaparte family came to power, would they settle accounts with several European countries?"

"Absolutely." Charles answered immediately, "The Bonaparte family and most of Europe have a score to settle, although we don't plan to settle them at the same time."

He was not worried that others would not believe his answer. In this era, if the soldiers believed that someone would go to the world to spread their military power and bring them glory and titles, the first choice could only be the Bonaparte family.

"You are all outstanding young people of France. Naturally, the French are not afraid of taking risks, because glory lies within them. As long as the Bonaparte family returns to the throne of France, the honor of the empire will follow them," Charles continued to encourage, "So, I am here to ask you today to be loyal to the Bonaparte family and follow it to gain glory.”

"And play Bren again?" someone asked again.

[In 1840, Louis Bonaparte sneaked into Boulogne, France, and attempted to launch a mutiny in the garrison. Unfortunately, he failed and was arrested. He was imprisoned in the fortress for six years. 】

"Failure is the mother of success. We have come from failures again and again. If you want to gain glory, you shouldn't be afraid of risks, right?" Charles retorted, "Moreover, we have learned a lot of lessons, and there will definitely be more now. Only complete preparation can..."

"It's easy for you to say, but how much risk do we have to take?" His words were interrupted.

Charles was silent.

Everyone else was looking at him, but he didn't want to talk like this anymore, it was pointless.

The situation was worse than he expected, but the officers' response was less than expected.

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Peaceful words cannot resonate with these people. Their blood and passion cannot be aroused by long speeches. They are officers.

…………

Enough, enough, really enough, only the last resort can be used.

Then let it become the final battlefield!

Charles picked up a bottle of wine, held it upside down, and then slammed it on the table like a hammer.

"Bang!"

The glass bottle shattered instantly, making a loud noise that instantly silenced the entire room.

Ciel once again became the focus of everyone's attention, but this time everyone's expressions seemed to be looking at a madman.

The wine soaked his trousers and even penetrated his socks, as if soaked with blood, but he didn't notice it. His face was ferocious, his expression was arrogant, and his eyes were even red, like a real madman, but he didn't care.

"I've had enough of you! You idiots! Do you think I spent my precious time and risked my life just to chat with you idiots? Stop joking!"

Under his roar and taunts, the young officers were so surprised that no one said anything.

"Do you care about the country? Do you care about the people? Don't be kidding me! What made France fall to this point is not because of anything else, but because of you! The people watched helplessly as the Bourbons came back, and then watched helplessly as Louis-Philippe After coming to power, doesn’t anyone know how bad their rule will be? Are they complaining today?”

He looked at the group of officers in front of him with a evil smile, and then pointed at them one by one.

"This is all because of you! Yes, it's you, it's you! It's you people who have abandoned the country and the people. None of you are willing to stand up and fight for France, so she has fallen into what she is today. !”

This harsh accusation left these officers at a loss. Of course, Charles could not give them any time to think about things like "What happened twenty years ago has anything to do with me?" or "What was wrong with me in obeying orders?" , continued to scold the group of people opposite with a wicked smile.

"You guys are the ones who come here to tell me how much you love this country? Have you ever thought about doing anything for this country other than sitting together and drinking wine? Have you ever done anything? If you have, tell me Just tell me one thing!"

Ciel's angry rebuke had a better effect than he expected, and the room suddenly fell into a long silence. Partly because the officers were shocked by the sudden anger of the gentle Charles, and partly because they really couldn't say "what they have done for the motherland."

The silence pleased Ciel more than any reaction, and he continued to taunt the men.

"Are you silent? You can't speak up, can you? I want to tell you how to help the country, but all you think about is fear. Do you deserve to be called an officer? Who of you is afraid of death now? Stand up and show me! Still You are all afraid? Then it seems that I really came here in the wrong place, hahahaha!" He looked at the officers sternly, his expression extremely arrogant, "I have already said this, but no one dares to stand up to me. Why don't you tell me in front of you? It seems like I'm here for nothing!"

This arrogance finally angered the other party.

"We are not afraid!" Lieutenant Tulay also yelled at Charles, "Hell, if you really want to say something, just sit down and say it!"

"Not afraid? Then what did you shrink like just now?" Charles still looked disdainful.

"Hell, I told you to sit down, idiot!" Lieutenant Tulay slammed the table.

Charles picked up a bottle of brandy that had been opened, and drank directly from the mouth of the bottle, which surprised the people next to him again, and some people even applauded lightly.

Although they were scolded angrily, Ciel could see in their eyes that this was true recognition.

"Okay, let's talk about it now!" (To be continued.)