Flowers, Swords and France

Following his grandfather's instructions, Charles came to his grandfather's bedroom not long after dinner. As soon as he came in, he stood respectfully by the old man's bedside, waiting for the other party's questions.

Unexpectedly, the old man's first request surprised him.

"Charles, my grandson, come here and sit next to me."

Ciel walked obediently to the head of the bed and sat down.

After he sat down, the old man stretched out his hand, and then touched his forehead with a rough, wrinkled hand.

"You have grown up, Charles." After a long time, he suddenly sighed in a low voice, "Thank you, you have helped me a lot."

When Charles was about to say "Thank you among family members," the old Marquis directly interrupted him with a gesture.

"I know what you want to say, don't say it, Charles, I'm just saying thank you at this moment. Are you not even willing to fulfill grandpa's wish?"

Charles stopped talking and just nodded slightly.

Both of them fell into silence, their thoughts were very complicated.

After a while, the old Marquis spoke again.

"Char, you have grown up and have your own opinions. I am very happy. There are not many things I can teach you now. All I can give you is advice. Please take care of yourself. Tell me about your experience at home and see what advice I can give you.”

Of course, Charles was willing to satisfy the old man's wish, so he told the old Marquis exactly what he had experienced after leaving home during this period.

Meeting with Baron Beauvain and Joseph Bonaparte, the banker's surprising plan. Killing people and silencing them, wooing soldiers... Ciel was like a bystander, speaking in a tone that was calm and almost indifferent. Described one by one.

As Charles narrates, the old man's expression is constantly changing, and his level of concern and nervousness is as if he is experiencing all this himself.

"Bowang, this beast, I knew he was definitely not a good person!" After hearing this, the old man couldn't help but cursed the big banker heavily, almost gritting his teeth.

Then. Before Charles could speak, the old Marquis said again.

"Char, although he is a beast. But this beast is useful to you now, follow him closely. As long as it is useful to you, don't dwell on meaningless things, do you understand?"

Yes. The old Marquis' subconscious hatred and curses were just emotional expressions. Even though he was almost deceived into bankruptcy by the other party, the old man still did not let these emotions affect his reason. He still suggested that Charles rely on this big banker to make a fortune. His idea was almost the same as Charles.

Or it should be said that this approach of valuing interests over emotions is a trait passed down from generation to generation in the Treville family.

"That's what I think." Charles immediately replied, "He can make us a lot of money, so what does it matter if he is a devil? How we treat him in the future is a matter of the future."

"Very good. I wish you could be so sensible." The old man nodded happily, and then he thought of something else. He immediately increased his volume and said, "Char, remember to be careful about that Bonaparte boy! This guy is not a good person. Cooperation is possible, but you must not trust him, remember!"

Ciel nodded in agreement.

"It's good that you were able to get rid of that incompetent person immediately." The old Marquis continued, "The incompetent person who refuses to obey orders will certainly die. However, you should be more decisive, if I were you , I will not give him a chance to say so many words, I will just kill him before talking, saying too much will only make him wary..."

"I didn't want to kill him at first. I wanted to give him another chance to escape. It's just that he was too independent, so I had to..." Charles defended in a low voice, but his confidence was quite lacking. .

"This is your problem. You always regard violence as a last resort, and always want to use your brain to solve the problem before taking action. You have been like this since you were a child." The old Marquis shook his head slightly, seeming a little disapproving, "Sometimes It’s a good thing you think that way, but sometimes it can be harmful.”

Then, he looked at Ciel with clear eyes and gave a solemn reminder.

"My grandson, remember that sometimes when violence is called for, do not hesitate to use it as long as it is necessary."

Charles listened quietly, thoughtfully, and after a long time, he nodded in agreement.

"I remember."

"As long as you can listen." The old man smiled happily, "Charle, don't worry, you are still young and there are still many opportunities to learn. Your current achievements have made many peers unable to look up to you. I have seen When it comes to the road behind you, you just need to keep moving forward until the end, no one will go farther than you, believe me!"

Although these words made Charles feel a little embarrassed, but how many old people in the world do not dote on their grandchildren? So he could only smile.

After teaching Charles a lesson, the old man felt that his energy was about to run out. He gently patted Charles on the shoulder to indicate that he was going to rest.

Charles stood up and bowed, then left the old Marquis' room.

………………

After returning to his room after a long absence, Charles suddenly felt at ease and comfortable. He sat back in his chair and pulled out his usual pen and paper from the familiar location in the drawer.

Nothing happened, it was great, he secretly thanked himself. Then, according to the old habit, he carefully recorded some important matters recently.

While Charles was still thinking, his bedroom door was gently knocked.

"Who?" Charles asked while walking quickly to open the door.

After opening the door, he found that the old servant who was the most trusted by the old marquis was standing respectfully at the door.

"What's the matter?" Charles relaxed his serious expression and asked in a low voice.

The servant's face was a little strange, and he leaned close to Charles' ear and whispered.

"What?!"

Charles frowned tightly.

Charlotte actually came? How did she know that he was back today?

What's going on?

He immediately thought that since Charlotte came to find him so late, there must be something important to say, so there was no need to worry about her purpose.

"Tell her to wait for me in the reception room, I'll be there soon." He whispered. Then he reorganized his documents.

………………

Soon, Charles came to the small reception room.

His cousin was sitting at the side of the chessboard table, thinking quietly, and did not notice Charles' arrival. Charles, standing at the door, could only see half of Charlotte's profile.

But this was enough.

In the flickering candlelight, Charles found that his cousin's face was very heavy. The smile that used to hang on her face was completely gone, which surprised Charles very much - you know, even in the critical moment when facing Baron Bovan before. She had never been so solemn.

"Charlotte, you come to see me so late, what's the matter with you?" Charles greeted calmly.

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

Charles's greeting woke Charlotte up from her meditation. She turned her head and looked at Charles. There seemed to be some surprise on her face.

"Charlotte, you are back?"

Charlotte's first sentence made Charles feel a little relieved.

That's right. After leaving home last time, Charles had written to Charlotte and asked her to help take care of his sister, so Charlotte knew that he was not at home recently. And he just came back today, and Charlotte came to visit. At that moment, he thought that Charlotte had mastered his whereabouts, so he was shocked.

Fortunately. This is not the case.

"Yes, I'm back." Charles nodded easily.

Charlotte looked at her cousin, and her expression became more and more serious.

"Then I'll tell you in person."

"What's the matter?"

Charlotte didn't speak, but just bit her lips lightly, as if thinking about how to say it. Only those who know her very well - such as Charles - know that this is her performance when she is very angry, so Charles became more and more confused.

"Charlotte, what happened? Is there any problem with Baron Bovan again?"

His words were like a fuel, igniting Charlotte at once.

"It's not him who has a problem, but you!" She answered harshly.

Charles still looked at Charlotte.

"Charles, have you forgotten what you are?" She looked at Charles and asked word by word, not as serious as the Charlotte he usually saw.

What am I? This question made Charles fall into a brief confusion.

In essence, this is a very, very serious philosophical question. If you want to discuss it, you can discuss it for a whole day without getting any clues. But Charlotte's appearance clearly showed that she didn't come here to discuss philosophical issues with him.

"What do you mean?" Charles frowned slightly and asked again, "What do you want to say? Can you explain it to me clearly?!"

Looking at Charles with a confused face, the anger on Charlotte's face finally faded slowly, but she still looked at Charles sternly.

"If you still remember what you are, then explain to me, what do you want to do when you run to the palace? Are you so unworldly? Charles, have you forgotten that you are the enemy of this dynasty?"

"Huh?" After a moment, Charles remembered.

During dinner, my sister did seem to have mentioned that Lady Adelaide wanted to invite me to a banquet at the palace...

"You..."

"Charles, listen carefully. If I were you, I would stay at home and never go to that hellhole. That's not the place you should go. It's not a century ago now. People from the Treville family don't have to go around the palace. Do you understand?" Before Charles could speak, Charlotte interrupted him directly.

Although he didn't know how the Tuileries Palace and the hellhole were equated, Charles already understood what Charlotte meant.

"You mean..." he wanted to ask again.

"Okay!" Charlotte interrupted him again, "Since you already understand what I mean, you know what to do. I just want to tell you so much, and you can do the rest yourself!"

Charles looked at Charlotte and didn't know what to say for a while.

After talking to herself, Charlotte regained her composure and looked at her cousin.

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, Charlotte spoke again.

"Thank you for what happened last time." Her voice was very gentle.

Then, she ignored everything and walked past Charles and out of the reception room. . )