Flowers, Swords and France

The living room of the great banker Baron de Beauvin was brightly lit at this time.

There was a large group of people standing upright inside. They were all armed thugs raised by the big banker's confidants in peacetime. They all looked very serious, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their black casual clothes were worn by these well-trained people. He actually had some uniform spirit.

Baron Beauvain stood in his living room, pacing around and looking at other people from time to time, as if he was a general reviewing the status of his soldiers at the last moment of going to the battlefield.

Until finally, as if he was very satisfied with the morale of his men, he nodded slightly before speaking.

"Gentlemen, as you know, I am leaving Paris tonight, so tonight will be our farewell ceremony. Next, all the rest of the things here will be left to you, and I absolutely believe in you Your talents...please rest assured that the reward I promised you will never be less! Let’s all wait for the day when we will get rich!”

Then he pointed to Ciel, who was standing next to him.

"During this period, you must obey the orders of Du Taai and this gentleman. They will give you next instructions. You just need to follow them. Do you understand?"

The group of people nodded, and then looked at Ciel, who had been silent.

And Ciel nodded towards them.

"Okay, you all go down first..." Seeing that the purpose had been accomplished, the Baron waved his hand casually, and then made a gesture to signal Du Taai and Charles to stay.

"Are those radicals really determined?" After there were only three people left in the living room, Baron Beauvain got straight to the point and asked his assistant Du Taai directly, "Are you sure there won't be any other problems? Already?"

"Yes, Mr. Baron, they are ready, and everyone is gearing up to wait for the ** Dynasty," Du Taai's answer was also very simple, "As soon as the time comes, they will lead people to start the barricade. Then no one can stop it.”

"Very good." After getting the answer he wanted, Baron Bowen nodded with satisfaction, "No matter what happens in the future, at least it is very good now..."

After saying these profound words, he looked at Charles again, "Mr. Treville, how are you doing there? I think there won't be any problems, right?"

"Of course there won't be any problems," Charles replied calmly and calmly, "We have everything ready and are just waiting for that day to arrive."

"Hahahahahaha, that's good, that's great!" Baron Bowen burst out laughing, then looked at his allies and subordinates, "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

Before the two people could answer, he gave the answer directly, "It's passion, it's excitement! This feeling can only be obtained after you understand how big a thing you are doing! You will know in the future Oh, how wonderful and intoxicating this feeling is! This kind of excitement can’t be bought with any amount of money! Hahahahahahaha,” he laughed like a maniac, “This kind of tension has been with me since I climbed up. It’s been a long time since I got to this position. It’s so interesting!”

No wonder he was so excited. A painter would probably be so excited when he sees a masterpiece slowly emerging on the canvas through his brush, right? This is also the artist's passion for creation, but the canvas is this country and the brush is how many lives!

Baron Bowen's extremely proud smile did not last long, and then he became solemn again.

"You two, you'd better pay more attention to your safety, otherwise it would be a pity to spend so much money without your life. Don't worry, I will handle everything outside. There will definitely be no problems."

He was not really worried about the safety of the two of them, but he was still afraid that if something happened to them, it would bring unnecessary trouble to him.

"Of course, I know." Charles lightly shrugged and replied nonchalantly.

"Look! Look! This is the kind of demeanor we want! Isn't it just a dynasty? What a big deal!" Looking at the young man's composure, Baron Beauvain couldn't help but praise again, and then glanced at himself Assistant, "Mr. Du Taai, have you seen this? This is the true noble demeanor. You must learn more. Don't you want to become a noble in the future? There are ready-made models that you can learn from now." …”

Du Taai kept a straight face and did not answer, obviously not very accepting of his words.

Until this time, he had not forgotten to create discord between the two people, sow discord, and tried to use the discord between the two people to separate and balance the situation, so that he could still control the situation here after leaving Paris to the greatest extent.

After encouraging the two of them some more, seeing that it was almost time to prepare for departure, Baron Bowen stretched out his hand, picked up a glass of wine on the table, and then signaled to the two of them.

Charles and Du Taai also picked up a glass of wine in cooperation, and then the three of them clinked the glasses gently, and then drank it all.

"Bang!"

The wine glass was thrown heavily to the marble floor. The glass shattered and the shining golden fragments flew everywhere.

After conveying his expectations, respect and encouragement, Baron Bowen shouted. "Gentlemen, let's have a good fight!"

When leaving the baron's living room, Du Taai gave Charles a hidden look, and Charles nodded inconspicuously, indicating that he had not forgotten the agreement between the two of them.

…………

By the time Ciel arrived at his secret lair, it was already late at night.

Although it looked ordinary and deserted on the outside, when he got to the basement, he found that people were already waiting for him.

Ciel calmly glanced around them, taking in the faces that were stiff, excited, or dull.

No one spoke, everyone was waiting for him to speak.

"Are you all ready?"

Everyone nodded in silence.

"Very good." Charles also nodded, "Gentlemen, I don't want to say anything more. The Bonaparte family's business, our ideals, glory and wealth, everything you want... can be taken over. Find a way to get it in the next few days. As long as you work hard, no one will want to back down from the last step, so let’s work hard for decades! It’s not in vain, we are back!”

In front of his almost fiery gaze, a hint of fanaticism slowly flashed in people's eyes.

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The anxiety and hatred accumulated after decades of waiting are finally coming to an end. How can we not make people crazy?

Then, he took a piece of paper from the hands of the old servant who was sent by his grandfather to follow him, and then spread the paper flatly on the table - this is what he had found after trying to find a way to survey all over Paris. Carefully drawn "latest version" city map.

Then, facing this map, he carefully assigned tasks, and agreed with several other leaders on the travel routes and possible retreat routes of each unit at that time.

After the negotiation was completed, he pointed to several addresses marked with red dots on the sketch.

"I asked people to bury a large number of weapons in these places in advance. When the time comes, you will take out all these weapons and give them to everyone when you see them. The more people you can give them to, the better. As long as you think of **, we will Give them one! Do you understand?”

"Understood!" Several people nearby responded at the same time, and then took over the sketches that Charles had copied before.

Everything has been deployed and everything is ready, and the rest can only be left to the judgment of fate.

"Okay, everyone, let's go back first. Have a good sleep tonight and recharge your batteries." He glanced at everyone for the last time and said, "I wish everyone good luck!"

………………

After everyone left, his friend Albert suddenly sighed.

"Ciel, why are you distributing weapons everywhere?"

"I hope that the warriors of the ** Dynasty will always need weapons." Ciel replied calmly.

"But not everyone will be a warrior, and they may not use weapons in the uprising." Albert looked at Charles, "Be careful not to hurt innocent people."

"Hurt the innocent?" After hearing this word, Charles almost sneered and replied coldly, "In the midst of chaos, who can avoid hurting the innocent?"

"At least it will save some blood on your hands." Albert did not flinch, "Don't you like your ideals so much? Do you really hope to dye your ideals with the blood donated by innocent people?"

"So what? Is there any other choice? No!" Charles replied loudly.

"There are 800,000 people in this city and 30 million people in this country. They are all innocent! But so what? In a few days, these 800,000 people and these 30 million people will be Faced with an unknown fate, facing the torrent of the times, and even facing death! Can being innocent save oneself from disaster?

No, when the storm comes, no one can survive alone. Only those who have grasped the throat of fate are qualified to stand on the stage. On our side, there are bad people and good people, smart people and fools, and the same goes for those standing opposite us. In a few days, perhaps a great engineer, a thinker, a genius of the future will die before he becomes famous. Maybe I have to watch my best friend die! Who would I blame? Am I afraid of something? No, my friend, I am silent. If I don’t even have this kind of awareness, I am simply not qualified to stand in front of history. Just because I have it, I can become stronger than anyone else.

The collapse of a dynasty is not the end, it is just a small one. No one can stop me from walking on the destined path, not even God. Compared with what I want to accomplish in the future, the history of 30 million people is nothing to mention! Just watch! Just watch! "(To be continued.)