Flowers, Swords and France

After arranging other things, Charles came to the Duke of Treville's house again, but this time he was to visit his cousin. .For the National Guard.

It seemed that he had received the master's order. After seeing Charles' carriage, the servants did not report it and let Charles and others in directly. Then, Charlotte ran out quickly and greeted Charles in person.

"Charles, you are finally here..." Charlotte looked at Charles and smiled slightly.

She seemed to be complaining on her face, but there was an unconcealed joy in her eyes, "My father has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"I hope I didn't make him angry." Charles smiled and answered for politeness.

Then, Charlotte took Charles' hand and took him to her home.

After passing the corridor and stairs, they soon came to the reception room on the second floor.

At this moment, Charlotte suddenly stopped, did not knock on the door, but turned to look at Charles.

"Charles..." Charlotte seemed to want to say something, but looked like she was hesitant.

"Charlotte, what's wrong with you?" Charlotte's nervousness made Charles a little confused.

Do you think I'm still afraid of your father? He complained in his heart.

Charlotte, who has always been arrogant and strong, would actually have such a hesitant and shy performance, which really surprised Charles.

Under his doubts, Charlotte's expression became even more weird.

"Charlotte, you know that my father has always been not serious... If he plays a bad joke on you later, don't take it seriously!" Finally, Charlotte made up her mind and expressed her concerns.

Then, she pinched Charles' hand again and added, "Charlotte, listen, you must never learn from him in the future. That person is sometimes very annoying!"

After hearing Charlotte's advice, Charles was a little speechless.

It turned out that Charlotte was so nervous because she was afraid that her lover would quarrel with her father!

Is it really that serious?

He didn't have a deep impression of this cousin. In the past, when Charles and Charlotte were still in frequent contact, it was usually Charlotte who came to visit Charles, and the cousin was often busy with his own affairs, so he did not have many opportunities to see the cousin, and there was no conversation that left a deep memory.

However, judging from the reputation in the social field, Charles remembered that the cousin usually liked to joke, and was even a little frivolous, and there seemed to be many people who liked him and hated him.

Unexpectedly, it is still the same now... No, judging from Charlotte's current performance, it should be getting worse.

When thinking of this, Charles could not help but be infected with some of Charlotte's uneasiness.

After seeing that Charles had prepared himself mentally, Charlotte walked forward and opened the door without knocking.

After hearing the sound, the people sitting inside immediately cast their eyes over, and Charles happened to see him clearly.

A middle-aged man, although he had a few wrinkles, he still had the handsomeness of the past. He had a short blond hair, a smile on his face, and looked very easy-going. He was wearing casual clothes. Although the clothes were of good quality, they were not neat and his tie was loose. This was different from Charles who always liked to dress properly.

"Oh, our good young man Charles, you are finally here!" After looking at Charles, he immediately said with a smile, which seemed to be both a greeting and a mockery.

Charles did not say anything, but just bowed to him and sat forward, while Charlotte followed him and sat next to him.

"Miss Treville, don't be so nervous. Come and sit next to me." The middle-aged man looked at his daughter with a smile on his face. "If I remember correctly, you are still in our house now, right?"

Charlotte's face sank, and then she turned her face away, completely ignoring her father's call. Obviously, after years of experience, she no longer bothered to answer her father's jokes.

Even though he was treated like this by his daughter, the young Duke of Treville did not seem angry at all. After shrugged his shoulders to express his regret, he continued to look at the two young people in front of him with a smile.

"Mr. Treville..." After thinking for a while, Charles decided to use this more respectful and formal title as an opening statement. "I came here today to..."

"Yes, yes, I know, of course I know." The middle-aged man nodded, "The National Guard, right? I have already helped you with this matter. How about the company commander?"

"Company commander?" Charles did not understand what he meant for a while and asked back.

"Well, I have been helping you with the campaign for a while. Although there are many vacancies now, you don't have much experience after all, and you are so young! So you have to be a company commander in my subordinate troops. Don't complain. It's not easy for us to help you get a company commander position in such a tight time. What, are you still not satisfied?"

"No, I have no objection." After hearing his explanation, Charles nodded gently. "I can accept this result."

In fact, this result has already satisfied Charles quite a bit, even better than he originally expected.

But Charles knew that no matter how satisfying something was, he should not be too excited.

"If you are satisfied, why do you still have a bitter face? Why, boy, are you unhappy in front of me?"

The middle-aged man's somewhat serious look just now suddenly became a little looser, and there was an overt and covert aura of narrow-mindedness that was almost inappropriate for his age.

"Dad!" Seeing that something was wrong, Charlotte shouted softly, "Don't do this!"

Under his daughter's scolding, the middle-aged man's expression froze, and then he suddenly sighed softly.

"Hey! This is our daughter! We have doted on her and spoiled her since she was a child, but not long after, she was eager to leave! She didn't even want to wait any longer! Hey... we have really suffered enough... "

The middle-aged man sighed exaggeratedly, but Charlotte was speechless for a moment. She sighed slightly, obviously giving up. She just glanced at Charles lightly. As if to say, "Look, I'm right? Charles, never mind... that's just the way he is."

Charles glanced back at her, then slightly raised his eyebrows and replied with the message "It's okay, I can bear it...".

The middle-aged man looked at the two young people's expressions and frowned slightly.

"Young man," he looked at Charles, "in a while, you will be the company commander of the Self-Defense Forces, and now you have become a social sage... So, I have an important suggestion to give you. you."

"What suggestions?" Charles was a little strange.

"Go and change into a pair of good shoes." The middle-aged man looked at Charles seriously, "As soon as you came in, I could tell that you had worn these shoes for a long time. Although they were well polished, the shoes were still damaged after all. It’s time to replace the consumables..."

After hearing this, Charles looked at his shoes subconsciously. As he said, it seems that he has bought this pair of shoes a long time ago, because they are not broken yet, so he has not replaced them. He is not a person who likes waste, and he doesn't care about such small details on weekdays.

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But...how did he see it? Ciel was a little surprised.

"My father taught me how to repair shoes since I was a child, and he planned to let me inherit his father's business and take over that damn shop. As you know, he is a very strict person. When training me, he would take the vine as soon as I was distracted. Tiao Tiao came over... and just forced his skills into my mind. As a result, when I saw someone, I couldn't help but want to look at his shoes..." His cousin explained softly, with a look on his face. Suddenly something weird happened. "After returning to this country, of course we no longer have to worry about those damn shoes, but we still can't break this habit! Damn it! It took me a long time to learn not to let others see this habit... Damn it, But after decades, this habit has not changed.”

After hearing this, Ciel's expression became extremely strange.

"Uh... uh... I'm sorry..."

Charlotte's face suddenly turned crimson, almost as if she was ashamed. Obviously, for a noble girl like her, she would definitely not be able to understand and would never want her father to mention the dark history of the family's downturn, even to the young people of her own family.

"Dad!" She couldn't help but patted the table lightly and shouted.

"Boy, don't hold back, just laugh if you want." The little Duke ignored his daughter's complaints and said to Charles. Obviously, he could see what Ciel was thinking.

"Pfft..." Charles finally laughed.

Charles's own father was born in 1804, and although the exact year is not known, his cousin must have been born before him, that is, in 1814, following the great King Louis XVIII. When he returned to France, his cousin was already a teenager.

Therefore, he must have received a complete set of education as a shoe repairman at that time... After all, Duke Treville must not have imagined that Napoleon would destroy his empire so quickly.

But of course he quickly suppressed these thoughts.

"Okay, okay, it's nothing. Just smile and it will be over." Seeing that the atmosphere had become very relaxed, the little Duke smiled again and spoke. He was still looking at Charles, "Young man, I still have some feelings for you. A question."

"Excuse me."

"When do you plan to marry my daughter? She is already twenty!" The middle-aged man's voice lost its previous relaxed tone and became a little stern. "Or are you saying that you don't want to marry her at all, you just want to imitate those playboys for fun?"

Upon hearing this sudden question, Charles's heart suddenly trembled.

Charlotte's face suddenly became a little pale, and out of nervousness, she held Ciel's hand tightly.

"I think it's not a good time right now." After thinking for a while, Charles replied in a low voice - of course he didn't dare to say that he had never thought about getting married in front of the father and daughter. Not to mention marrying a specific person. "We have too much to do now, don't we?"

The hand holding Ciel's arm suddenly tightened, almost like pinching.

After hearing what Charles said, the middle-aged man's face instantly darkened, as if he had suddenly changed his face.

"You idiot, you are as much of a bastard as your father, maybe you are even more shameless because you have learned to play innocent. I don't know what kind of magic you cast to make my poor daughter so obsessed and blinded, and took her to the brothel so early! Bah! Do you think I don't know? Now, I am seriously discussing a solution with you, and you answered me like this? Do you really think we are easy to fool? You bastard, you cheated my daughter away, and you are going to tell me this? I want to have a good talk with you!"

"Dad!" Charlotte finally couldn't help it, "This is our business, none of your business! Anyway, we will get married!"

"Ms. de-Treville, please shut up, who told you that marriage is only a matter between two people?" The middle-aged man stood up, looked at the two young people in front of him sternly, and then made a gesture, indicating Charlotte to go out first, "Please leave the room first, I have a lot to say to Mr. Treville."

"Dad!"

"Get out!" The middle-aged man raised his voice again.

At this moment, the unquestionable commanding tone in his words still made people feel that he was still the next generation of the Duke of Treville.

Under her father's order, although she was still worried, Charlotte had to leave the room.

"Charles, don't quarrel with him!" She still whispered.

Charles nodded gently. (To be continued.)