Flowers, Swords and France

Chapter 172 Farewell

"You've been working hard lately, Ciel, eat more."

The Marquis of Treville, who had finished eating early, suddenly gave Charles a warning.

"Well, thank you." Charles nodded quickly and continued eating.

After saying this, the old Marquis stopped talking and continued to pick up the newspaper and read it as usual.

It seems like another normal day.

However, something unusual was that the movements of the three people were much lighter than usual. Although the three hosts remained the same, the atmosphere of the dinner was a bit more solemn and solemn than in the past. The air seemed to be filled with the depression before a storm.

As if she sensed the thoughts of her grandfather and brother, Fran finished her meal quickly, then bowed gently to the two of them, and left the restaurant and walked to her bedroom.

There are only two people left, grandfather and grandson.

The Marquis of Treville was still reading the newspaper and allowed his grandson to continue eating, as if he was very interested in the news in the newspaper.

It's already mid-February, but the weather is no different than before, still so cold and gloomy. For this reason, the number of people who died of cold and starvation published in the newspapers was slightly higher than in previous years. However, at most, it only caused a few more sighs from irrelevant people.

When Charles had just finished eating and rearranged the tableware, as if he had received some signal, the old Marquis who had been silent suddenly spoke.

"The time has been set?"

Although his question was a bit confusing, Ciel was not surprised at all and fully understood what he meant.

"Yes, it's been decided." He nodded slightly, then deliberately lowered his voice, "On February 22nd."

"In other words, it will be in a few days?" Marquis Treville raised his eyebrows slightly, then put down the newspaper, "It is a very unique day, which is really convenient for people to pay attention to."

"I will be away from home for a few days to ensure that everything goes according to plan. However, after everything starts, I will also be personally involved, so I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you." Charles looked at the old Marquis sincerely, " So...in the most chaotic days, please take care of yourself and Fran..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid. No one in the world can scare old Victor! As long as I'm here, nothing will happen here!" The old man suddenly smiled, as if to encourage Charles, and then stared at Charles again, He also warned, "My grandson, take good care of yourself!"

Before, Charles had considered sending his family to other provinces, but he quickly rejected this idea: the ensuing turmoil was going to spread across the country, and it would be even more uncomfortable to send his family to a foreign province where they were unfamiliar. Reassuring. But in Paris, where the eye of the storm was, the Marquis and his family were able to ensure safety to a certain extent.

Because the place they live in is the Saint-Germain district on the left bank of the Seine, which is a place where nobles and wealthy businessmen gather, and the National Guard composed of these people may not have any interest in fighting bloody battles for the rule of His Majesty the King. But he will definitely be willing to ensure the safety of his residential area.

At least, according to the history that Charles knew, during the February Revolution of 1848, the Saint-Germain district did not encounter any unexpected damage. Therefore, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, Charles decided to leave his family in Paris.

The Marquis of Treville also strongly requested that he stay in Paris. According to his words, he wanted to "see with his own eyes that bastard get out." In this case, let's fulfill this old man's wish.

The time has finally come when fate is about to be decided.

The old Marquis stared at his grandson with various thoughts.

In the next few days, it is very likely that it will be decided whether the Marquis de Treville and his family will be prosperous or in decline, whether they will rise to the top or remain in the dust, whether they will stand out or remain unknown...

"Char, you must take care of yourself!" he warned again.

Then, without waiting for Charles to reply, the Marquis of Treville said hello, let his personal servant come in, and then gave the other party a direct order.

"You must follow the young master carefully and never put his life in danger, do you understand?!"

After feeling the weight of this order, the old servant nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, sir."

"But, you..." Charles was about to say something when he was interrupted by the Marquis.

"It doesn't matter to me. The few people left in our family are enough to ensure the safety of this place. It's okay! Charles, you have to remember that your safety is the most important thing." The old Marquis said with full determination on his face. Remember! As long as you are okay, nothing will happen to us."

Charles' nose suddenly crossed and he bit his lip tightly to prevent tears from filling his eyes.

"I see."

"Just understand." The old Marquis smiled happily, and then gave an order that Charles did not expect, "Go and talk to your sister, don't let her worry too much... "

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After a while, Charles knocked on the door of his sister's bedroom. The door was quickly opened, and Fran looked at her brother who looked a little too serious with some doubts.

"Fran, I have something to tell you." Charles's voice was as calm as ever, "Can you let me in?"

Fran nodded slightly.

"Of course!"

Then she opened the door and let Ciel in.

After Ciel pondered for a moment, he finally spoke.

"Fran, I want to tell you something. Don't interrupt me. Wait until I finish."

Fran nodded.

"Actually... your grandfather and I have always been rebels against the dynasty..." Charles' voice was very soft, not because he was worried that someone could hear him, but because he didn't want to scare his sister. "And we will start in a few days... So, during this period of time, I have to go out for a while, you..."

However, to his surprise, after hearing these words, his sister was not shocked, panicked, or even hesitated. Her next action was beyond Charles's imagination.

Fran stood up suddenly and rushed out the door.

"Fran! What's wrong?!" Charles reacted after a moment and chased after her, but Fran ran so fast that she disappeared on the stairs just as he ran out of the door.

What's wrong with her? Is she going to Gaomi? For a moment, Charles hesitated.

No, no, absolutely not! Fran would never do this! He immediately denied his idea.

Charles hurriedly chased after her towards the stairs. Judging from the sound of her footsteps, she was running towards the attic upstairs.

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When Charles caught up to the attic, he finally understood what had happened.

Fran had already walked towards him, holding a gun in her hand - it was the hunting rifle that Marquis de Treville often used when he was young, and it was usually placed in the attic. God knows how she still remembered that thing there...

This girl, who had never done physical work, was panting and walking crookedly because of the weight of the gun and the rapid running just now, which made people extremely suspicious that she was about to fall down. The hunting rifle was held diagonally by her hands, with the barrel facing down, and the long barrel was almost dragged to the floor. Her face was filled with an inexplicably satisfied smile, and a blush due to the intense exercise.

"Brother, I will go with you, don't worry!"

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The girl in a black winter skirt with white silk lace, holding a gun, walked towards him step by step under the moonlight. She had a perfect smile on her face, and her slender white hands matched the dark barrel of the gun, forming a very visually appealing (and impactful) composition.

Charles stared at his sister in astonishment, and had no time to think about why she was so calm and why she was so excited. He was completely stunned.

"Even if you hold the gun like this, you can't form combat effectiveness!"

After a long time, he finally seemed to be out of touch with reality and yelled.

After a moment, he realized that he seemed to have complained about the wrong place, and yelled again, "Put down the gun! Listen to me!"

Flan's face showed an expression of "What are you talking about? It's inexplicable!"

Char couldn't help but support his forehead with his hand, and then ordered again.

"Put down the gun!"

Fran finally understood his order, but her face was full of hesitation.

"But...if that's the case, how can I protect you then?"

"I don't need your protection," Charles was at a loss for words, so he had to keep a straight face, "What I need you to do is stay at home honestly, don't go anywhere, and listen to grandpa, understand?!"

"No!" Fran directly rejected Charles' order, and the barrel of the gun was raised a little bit, "You want to take risks, how can I...how can I stay at home!"

"Stupid..." Charles sighed, then walked up, patted his sister's head, and disarmed her. Although Fran tried desperately to grab the gun, she was helpless because she was too weak, and finally had to watch her brother snatch the treasure away with hatred.

"How could you...how could you do this!" A few tears flashed in her eyes.

"Listen, if you still think of me as your brother, just listen to me and stay at home honestly. This is the biggest help you can give to your brother, understand?" Charles hardened his heart and ignored her tears, "You can't help me with anything. If you stay with me, I will have to distract myself to take care of you. If you have any mishaps, I will never forgive myself, so... do you understand!"

Under the scolding of her brother, Fran's head lowered lower and lower, but her shoulders were shaking constantly, and she was obviously still sobbing.

In addition to the atmosphere and bitter smile, Charles couldn't help but feel a little proud. This is my sister, who is going to follow me to life and death without saying a word!

He remembered something at this time.

"In my room, there is a pistol in the second drawer on the right side of the desk. You should take it carefully first. If something unexpected happens, you can use it for self-defense..." He whispered and told his sister the storage location of the revolver that Pardon had given him before, ready to give it to her in case of an emergency.

Then, Charles held Fran in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Wait for me to come back!"

He turned and left.

Suddenly, he felt a sinking sensation on his back.

"Brother! You must take care of yourself!" Fran hugged Charles tightly, with a hint of tears in her voice. "If...if anything unfortunate happens to you, one day I will make everyone in this city be buried with you!" (To be continued.)

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