Flowers, Swords and France

Less than a minute after Kong Ze and others escorted the Prime Minister to escape hastily, the guards of the Prime Minister's residence, who were already leaderless, faced reality, completely gave up their duty of resistance, chose to surrender, and then handed over their guard area. .

Amid deafening cheers, large numbers of people rushed into the official residence. These people, who had never met or knew each other before, laughed and greeted each other, as if they had become close friends after a battle.

When Charles rushed in, he found that there were pieces of paper flying everywhere, staff who were left here looking at the rebels in panic, and several corpses lying on the ground. Some people ran to the roof of the building in a bad way and spread out a few red sheets from the roof, telling the world that the Prime Minister's official residence had been "liberated".

Since the insurgents who rushed in were not a very disciplined army, it was impossible to maintain a good chance. Every room was searched, and various valuable small items such as pocket watches, small vases, curtain lace, etc. were found. They were quickly looted, and large items were broken into pieces or thrown to the ground without mercy because they were inconvenient to carry.

Some people dug out the fine wines that had been stored for many years from the wine cellar of the Prime Minister's residence, and drank them all in one gulp. Then, drunkenly, they fought with each other wantonly, and some even went crazy with alcohol. He picked up his weapon and fired into the air, bringing more chaos to the already out-of-control mansion.

Of course, Charles and others still maintained the necessary calmness. He led his own people and did not take care of the rebels who had lost control. Instead, they split up according to the layout of the official residence that people within the organization had privately drawn before. Go to several rooms that have been determined in advance.

After arriving at the destination, none of them were interested in the belongings that were scattered all over the place. They didn't even take a look. Instead, they carefully searched the carefully sealed documents and files in those rooms.

When they came across some locked safes, they used guns to force the remaining staff to find the keys to open them. If they couldn't find the staff, they would destroy them with guns without mercy, and then plunder everything inside. .

Charles himself walked directly to the Prime Minister's office with his old servant and friend Albert and others. Both of them held rifles in their hands, while Charles still held the thin cane in his hand, and the pistol was secretly kept in his arms.

In front of this group of ferocious people, none of the normally arrogant staff dared to stand up and block the way, so they quickly reached their destination.

The door was not closed and there was no one inside. Charles and others walked in directly.

The chair was thrown to the floor, the carpet was covered with dust and blood stains, and the things on the desk were scattered. It was obvious that the owner of the room left in a hurry.

"Have you really run away?" Charles sighed with some regret.

Although he had already seen a carriage carrying some people running away when he was about to breach the official residence, he still had some luck in his heart.

However, since he had never expected to directly capture the Prime Minister, he was not particularly disappointed at this time.

Soon, he put aside these meaningless thoughts, made a gesture, and then walked to the Prime Minister's desk, carefully searching every drawer, and his companions who received his gesture were not idle either. While rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for valuable things, the remaining person stood at the door to prevent other intruders from coming in and causing trouble.

It took several minutes before they finished the job.

Then, Charles pulled off a piece of curtain directly from the window, threw all the things he had obtained into the curtain, and then packed it directly.

"Albert, take it carefully. These things are much more valuable than any antiques!" Charles handed the bundle to Albert and motioned for him to help collect it first. "Our efforts have not been in vain!"

Albert directly took Charles's baggage, his face was very calm, and there was no trace of nervousness.

"Char, I have to say, well done."

"Of course." Ciel shrugged, "It must be so."

"However, I still didn't expect... You, who have always been cautious, actually dared to go to the front line in person this time..." Albert's voice suddenly became more teasing, "My friend, you have been so cautious recently. It’s getting more and more confusing to me.”

"If I don't even have this courage and determination, what qualifications do I have to say in front of you that 'the history of thirty million people is not worth mentioning'?" Charles replied slowly.

Then he changed his tone and replied again as if he was joking,

"Don't worry, I'm safe! Even if it's for the lives of the whole city, I have to live well."

Of course, Albert didn't know the true meaning of his words, so he just regarded it as Charles's usual cold joke and shrugged it off.

"So what do we do next?"

"Is there any need to say that?" Charles replied directly, "Of course he marched directly to the palace! Now, our poor Prime Minister must be there too. Is His Majesty the King impatient...? We have to go and give him some more surprise……"

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Then, Charles and his group carefully avoided the revelers who were still reveling and came to the door of the mansion again.

The news that the Prime Minister's official residence had been captured had been spread to all directions, and people kept pouring in, cheering and waving weapons.

He took a deep breath and yelled.

"Gentlemen! We have driven away the bad guy Guizot. He has escaped like a lost dog! The power of the people is unstoppable! Long live France!"

"Long live France!" bursts of cheers rang out.

"But, gentlemen, our work is not finished yet. The tyrant is still hiding in his palace, dreaming of sending people to suppress us, and dreaming of continuing to maintain his dynasty! Can we agree? No, absolutely not! Charles continued shouting hoarsely, "Let's go to the palace! Defeat the tyrant!"

His proposal received an enthusiastic response.

"Let's go to the palace! Defeat the tyrant!"

"Down with the King, long live the French Republic!"

The rebels who shouted slogans or sang Marseillaise regrouped into a terrifying crowd, and then rolled forward in the direction of the palace.

These seducers, who were either carried away by passion or immersed in alcohol, happily responded to the suggestions of Charles and others, as if they were attending a large banquet.

There is almost no need for incitement. There is nothing that can stop these red-eyed insurrectionists. No one can.

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Even at this moment when the whole city was in turmoil, dinner was still going on as usual at Count Dilion's house.

The owners of the Earl's Mansion were all sitting in their own seats. Although the noise from the outside world was pouring into the restaurant, they all maintained at least a superficial calmness and ate slowly with the usual demeanor. .

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"Julie, please eat more, you are pregnant with the child now..." Viscountess Dilion looked at her eldest daughter and warned her softly, as if she was unaware of the situation outside.

"Thanks, Mom." Julie smiled and nodded, then took a sip of soup.

For safety reasons, the eldest daughter Julie has been picked up in advance. Ironically, this moment, which was obviously no longer suitable for a dinner party, was the most organized dinner the Dilion family had had in years.

After answering her mother, Julie turned to look at her sister next to her.

"Matilda, please eat more, you have been very busy recently."

"I'm fine, don't worry." Matilda's answer was as cold as usual.

The Lord Privy Seal sitting on the main seat was motionless, his eyes half-closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Compared with these relatives, Viscount Dilion was in much worse condition. His face was very pale. Although he tried hard to maintain his composure on the surface, his hands were still shaking slightly when using the tableware.

"What are you worried about?" Seeing his son's panic, the Minister of Privy Seal suddenly opened his eyes and scolded the viscount, "It's very safe here! The master can't keep his composure, and you expect others to do their best for you. If you do this, even if someone helps you, you have to get out immediately!"

After being scolded by his father for a few more times, the Viscount's face became even more ugly.

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became a little solemn.

"George!" Matilda suddenly shouted.

"Eh? Sister?" Her brother raised his head and looked at his sister in panic.

"Next, the defense of the home will depend on you. After my father and I go out, you and the housekeeper will be responsible for protecting the safety of the home. Do you understand?" Matilda's eyes were so stern that her brother couldn't help but laugh. Just like when I was being scolded by my sister, I subconsciously shrank my neck.

"You are almost sixteen years old now. It's time for you to take on some responsibilities." Matilda was still staring at her brother. After a while, she suddenly changed her tone and said, "You are going to inherit this family after all." Professionals, remember, don’t let your last name be shamed, got it?”

Her younger brother was at a loss at first and looked around blankly, but under the ardent eyes of approval and expectation from his eldest sister and mother, he finally leaned upright on the back of his chair.

"I see."

"Even your son is more useful than you." The Lord Privy Seal cursed again angrily, "Why don't you hurry up and get ready? Do you really want to just sit here and get that ministerial position?!"

Provoked by his father, the Viscount quickly stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Matilda sighed slightly helplessly as Viscount Dillion walked slowly behind him as he left the restaurant.

"Dad, it's true that it's just the opposite. He's so sloppy..."

Then, she stood up and left with her father.

"That's why you're lovable, isn't it?"

Julie used the spoon to spread another mouthful of soup for herself, still with that indifferent smile on her face. (To be continued.)