Flowers, Swords and France

The sky was extremely gloomy. Even though it was only afternoon, it was already blurry. The darkness hidden in the street corners and alleys seemed to be able to swallow everything. .

There were not many people on the street, but Charles felt as if there were eyes cast on him from all directions, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"How far is it?" He couldn't help but ask impatiently.

"Not far, wait a little longer!" Du-Taai answered casually. Following the street route he remembered, he led Charles to wander around the street, and rushed to the place he and the radicals agreed to meet. Then, as if he remembered something, he deliberately reminded Charles again, "There are their people everywhere here, be careful not to talk nonsense, otherwise no one can save you when the time comes!"

"Of course I know." Charles replied unhappily.

In the presence of others, the two of them continued to act in a way that was not in harmony with their hearts, and their attitudes were very stiff.

In the face of Charles's disrespect, Du-Taai also smiled and did not answer.

The people following Charles did not speak, but quietly memorized the terrain and route of this block.

In addition to facilitating the uprising, these people surveyed the terrain for another unspoken purpose - to facilitate the government's suppression of the "mob" in the future. Of course, you have to think about how to put out the fire you have lit in advance. However, in such a lawless place, Charles and his people could only hide these thoughts.

Finally, after walking a long way, Du-Taai stopped at the door of a shabby bungalow.

"Is it here?" Charles asked.

He nodded.

"Then why don't we go in?"

"Wait." Du-Taai lowered his voice, "They already know we are coming!"

Just when Charles wanted to speak, several young men suddenly appeared beside him. They were short but strong, disheveled and messy, and their expressions were full of vigilance. They nodded to Du-Taai and seemed to know him.

Du-Taai also smiled and nodded at them, and then whispered to Charles and others, "Hand over all the weapons on them!"

Charles followed his advice, then made a gesture, and then handed over all the weapons he carried with the people behind him.

"Very good, gentlemen, we will return these weapons to you later." Seeing that Charles and others cooperated so well, a leader nodded to them, his voice was very hoarse and sounded a little unnatural, "Now, follow me in."

Due to the other party's request, Charles had to follow Du-Taai in alone.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that several people were already waiting there.

Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He had a square face, straight and somewhat rough lines, and his face was covered with wrinkles, obviously weathered. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, his straight, dark gray hair was combed neatly, as if he was not in a shabby room but in a luxurious residence. His facial expression was very serious, even a little cold, and he looked like he was cast in bronze.

He saw Du-Taai and nodded politely.

"Hello, Mr. Cantler." His voice was unexpectedly soft, but of course there was also firmness in it. Then he turned to look at Charles, "Is this the gentleman you are talking about?"

"Yes." Du-Taai smiled and nodded repeatedly, "This is my friend, Mr. Danville."

After hearing the other party's introduction, the middle-aged man nodded to Charles.

"Hello, Mr. Danville."

"Hello." Charles also greeted the other party calmly.

"Mr. Cantley is our important sponsor and good friend. He has helped us a lot," said the middle-aged man who looked like a leader after a moment of silence. "So even if you dress like an upper-class person, we can still regard you as our friend. Please sit down."

He couldn't have known that these two enthusiastic "friends" were using aliases to contact them and were ready to kill them at any time.

Charles sat down with Du-Taai obediently.

"As you can see, this is one of the bases of the 121 Comrades Association," the leader spread his hands and looked at Charles friendly. "A few days ago, I received a message from Mr. Cantley. He said that a Mr. Danville - that is, you - was going to sponsor us, right?"

"Yes," Charles nodded again, "I do mean that."

"What are you going to sponsor us for?" The leader looked at Charles with some curiosity.

"I have a batch of weapons and I plan to give them all to you," Charles answered immediately.

After killing the fool Pardon, Charles tried his best to recycle and reuse his remaining items. In addition to his bribery account book, the weapons he originally stockpiled in the gun shop became the top priority. After picking out a batch of weapons to keep for his own people, Charles planned to throw the remaining weapons into the market to cause greater chaos. After discussing with Baron Bovan, he came up with the idea of ​​donating these weapons to these radicals, which was also a good use of them.

Then, Ciel took out a piece of paper from his arms. "Here is a list of the styles and quantities of the weapons. The various storage locations have also been marked. You can just send someone to receive them when the time comes."

Someone next to him was about to take it over, but the leader suddenly raised his hand to stop him, and then stared at Ciel with some suspicion in his eyes.

"Sir, may I ask you a few questions?"

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"Of course." Ciel nodded.

"First of all, I am very grateful for your sponsorship. You sent us valuable assistance when we were in great distress. But... I want to know, what is your purpose? Why do you want to help us?" The look from the other party was even more severe, "When I was your age, I had nothing and no solution in life. I traveled eastward. Xidang suffered hardships everywhere and finally had to go to India to work for Lord Hastings' mercenaries. Even if he ran back to France, he was still penniless. I have suffered countless hardships in the past few decades, so I want to change the appearance of my motherland. You, why are you? As far as I'm concerned, your life should be pretty good, at least not embarrassing enough to think of rebellion."

[Referring to Francis Landau Hastings (1754-1826), the 14th Baron Hastings, who served as the British Governor-General in India from 1813 to 1823. Because of his contribution to the colonial expansion and development of South Asia and the Chinese opium trade, he was In 1816, he was promoted to the first Marquess of Hastings by the King of England. 】

"Is this question important?" Under this intense gaze, Charles remained very calm.

"Of course it's important. This will determine how we treat your sponsorship..." The leader was still very calm, but there was already something ominous about his words, "And you yourself. Even if Mr. Canterai introduces you, We can’t take it lightly, considering our situation, you can understand, right?”

After another moment of silence, Ciel finally sighed.

"Of course I can understand what you mean, okay, please listen to my explanation."

"Then please say it. If it is reasonable, I will applaud you." Although the tone seemed to be joking, the other person's expression told Ciel that he was definitely not joking.

"The reason why I sponsor you is not out of hatred for the dynasty." Ciel's expression was still as if nothing had happened. "I just want to find a position for myself. The people sitting on the stage now are all people whose brains are full of mush." It’s a bad old man, and no one is willing to make room for me, so I want to grab one myself.”

"Very good, grab one! This is what we are going to do!" The leader nodded, as if accepting his explanation, "You gave a very reasonable reason. So, what do you want? What about the position? And why do you think we can do this?”

"Any position is fine, as long as the position is high and there is a lot of money and money. I can't specify anything now. You can just pick one of the remaining ones and give me one, but it must be one with a lot of money and money." Charles looked back at the other party nonchalantly, " As for why I think you can do it? The answer is simple. I didn’t just choose your family, there are many other places that I also intend to sponsor, as long as they can agree to my conditions..."

"So just for this reason, you plan to spend a lot of money to travel around and take various risks?" The leader still had some hesitation in his words, "You must know that you are taking a big risk, right?"

"Of course, I know, but how can I not take risks if I want to achieve something? If I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy a position, I may be able to buy it from the political ax now, but what is the meaning of this to me? What? This dynasty will be over soon, who will? You can see, why should I spend a lot of money to bury it?" Charles shrugged, "In my opinion, instead of worrying about my reasons, you might as well focus on inspecting and maintaining those weapons. Above, that makes a lot more sense to you... doesn’t it?”

Ciel's answer was a bit rude, but the other party didn't care about it. Under Ciel's calm gaze, the leader finally withdrew his gaze.

"Sir, I appreciate your frankness and am not opposed to your ambition. Although I can't guarantee anything to you, if we really succeed, although you don't just place your hopes on us, we are We will never forget the help others have given us - as long as the quality of the weapons you gave us is acceptable."

Although he did not say it directly, his words already implied that "we have accepted your reasons and conditions."

"Then, great, the deal is done." (To be continued.)