Flowers, Swords and France

After Charlotte left the room anxiously, the anger on the face of young Duke Philippe de Treville slowly returned to calm. Then, he slowly walked to the door of the reception room and gently closed the door himself.

The future Duke of Treville, who was speaking harshly just now, seemed to be fighting against Charles, a ruthless beast who turned against his daughter, but now he looked calm and indifferent.

After closing the door and making sure there was no one outside, he slowly walked along the wall to the wine cabinet.

"Brandy or whiskey?" he asked without looking back.

"Brandy, it's a domestic product after all." Charles replied casually.

Ever since the two Dukes of Treville revealed the secret that day and let him know about the Treville family's double insurance arrangement, he soon learned that among this family, the younger Duke Philip also knew about it - -But this is not surprising, after all, he is the only son of the Duke and the future heir to the title of Duke.

"Well, since you said you wanted brandy, let's drink whiskey." His cousin made a decision, and then took out the bottle and glass from the liquor cabinet.

Charles didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to let the other party come over with wine and cups.

The little Duke stopped talking and gently poured wine into the two glasses.

"Even if it is to get rid of Charlotte, I think there are still many other methods that can be used, which are much better than this method..." Charles couldn't help but speak first, as if to complain for Charlotte. , "There's no need for this, right?"

"Who said I was just trying to get rid of Charlotte!" His cousin glared, then raised the wine bottle slightly and made a dangerous gesture, "I really want to avenge my daughter. It hurts. Beat you up! Look at your pretentious face! I want to beat it to pieces!"

The authenticity of this tone made Ciel feel really worried. He glanced at the other party secretly, and after confirming that the other party didn't really have the urge to act on it, he felt relieved a little.

Then, the two men clinked their glasses and each took a sip of wine.

Perhaps because of the careful collection by the Duke of Treville's family, the wine was more potent than Charles imagined. Unprepared, he almost choked.

"That Mr. Bonaparte has been back for so long, you should have gotten to know him thoroughly..." The middle-aged man stared at Charles closely, his expression more serious than ever before, "How is it? He is a man worth betting on. Is it worth our while to put him on the throne?"

"It's worth it." Charles replied firmly with the unique certainty that comes from knowing the history. "In my opinion, his performance is better than expected. I think it won't be long before he will be able to board the board again." He will take the throne, and then, like his uncle, he will turn this country and Europe upside down..."

Although not necessarily in a good way.

"Huh? Such a high praise?" The middle-aged man was slightly surprised. Based on his understanding of Charles, he knew that this man with a stable character would not praise others easily and blindly. Now that he said so, Then there must be some basis for it.

Then, he frowned slightly and fell into thinking.

Ciel didn't say anything, letting the other party think about it first.

After a while, he finally spoke. "So, it looks like we can only place our bets on him?"

"I think so." Ciel nodded again.

"Hey..." After hearing what he said, the middle-aged man sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that after thirty or forty years of reincarnation, in the end, for the sake of our glory and wealth, we still have to do it. Bonaparte’s nephew is regarded as his master!”

However, he soon regained his composure, "But it's okay, just because there have been so many twists and turns, at least I don't have to be a shoemaker, which is good, hahahaha."

A nobleman who can tell others without hesitation and shamelessness, "I studied shoe repair for several years, and my skills are very good!" will not be that kind to the Bonaparte family who came from a minor Italian noble family. Paranoid psychological disorder.

And no matter what, those who can do this are worthy of a high look.

Then, the cousin poured another glass of wine.

"Charles, even if I don't tell you, you also know that this is the most chaotic period in France in decades. We are not qualified to slack off. Work hard! We are going to recruit you into the National Guard. First, we want you to be in the most critical moment. There are better means of self-protection at all times. Secondly, I also want you to exercise more and be able to take charge of yourself as soon as possible. Although we have great confidence in you, I still want to remind you that you should always think more and be more careful. Don't let us down! You also know that my father and your grandfather are already old. Although it is cruel to say this, at their age, it would not be surprising if they suddenly collapsed one day...after they leave. After that, everything will depend on us. As the youngest generation, you must grow up as soon as possible until you can support the important tasks of this family. Do you understand?"

When talking about these words, this middle-aged man, who had always been somewhat casual, turned out to be inexplicably serious and his tone was very solemn.

"Don't worry." Ciel, who was infected by his emotions, immediately replied, "I know what to do."

After finishing another drink, he warned again, "After joining the company this time, you must try your best to hold those people in your hands. We don't need you to charge into the battle and fight to the death with the mob. But you have to protect the people you need to protect in the chaos that follows, do you understand?”

"I understand." Charles agreed again.

"It's good that you know!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and then put on his smiling face again, "I won't say any more. If I make it so serious, I won't say it anymore." It’s uncomfortable! Come on, let’s continue…”

"You must now know how serious the situation is," the cousin resumed after another drink, "but as someone involved in higher-level secrecy, I have to tell you, Charles, the situation is more serious than you imagine. Seriously, you will understand why we are so solemn today." After a pause, he continued, "A big war will happen soon. It's happening in Paris, this time... This time it won't be the same kind of playing house as on February 22, this time it will be real, and soon the city will be a river of blood. Everyone knows now, If it is not stopped, a new revolution will break out soon, and then the flames will devour each of us, no matter which political faction we belong to... no one will be merciful this time. "

Ciel nodded silently.

"The gentlemen of the Orleans faction have been intensifying their contact recently, not only with political axes and people from the army, but also with us, claiming that they want to put aside their past grudges with the Royalist Party, and that everyone should work together to prevent it from rising up. Fight those sparks and protect the sacred order of France together..." Little Duke Philip suddenly laughed, "These guys are quite imaginative."

After listening to his words, Charles was not surprised at all. Just as he expected, this train was racing along the track of history. This was bound to happen and no one could change it.

"But even if we have to get our hands dirty, we can still choose who will get them dirty..." The middle-aged man suddenly lowered his voice, and then stared at Charles, "Charle, don't bother me, you Are you really sure that Louis Bonaparte is the kind of person who has the ability to sit on the throne?”

Of course, Charles would not find it troublesome. He fully understood the caution of such political families before making a final decision.

"I can only say that he is ten times more powerful than Henry V." After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke with full awareness, "He will definitely make us prosperous!"

Precisely because Ciel understood what his words meant, he spoke very slowly and with complete determination.

The middle-aged man's brows wrinkled slightly, then gradually relaxed.

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"Okay! Then screw Henry V, long live the emperor! Although I will never shout this slogan publicly." He shouted softly, "Okay, let's go as planned. Let's go Get your hands dirty with joy while you follow Bonaparte to pick up the pieces!"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Charles, "Young man, we must look forward and backward before making a decision, but after making a decision, we must move forward. From today on, we will have no other way to look back. Let's do our best. Don’t let our ancestors down! Isn’t it strange that our descendants would do worse than them?”

Ciel also stood up and stretched out his hand, holding it tightly.

After holding hands for a while, the two sat back down again and continued drinking.

"Now, we've finished talking about that boring stuff, there's no need to talk about it anymore." The future Duke of Treville's face returned to his usual lazy smile, "Now, young man, I still want to ask you that question. , When are you going to marry Charlotte? I think we should see a new generation born soon, how much energy this can bring us!"

Ciel was silent for another moment, and finally gave the same answer as before, "At this time, how can we have time to think about such a thing?"

After seeing Ciel's determination, his cousin stopped insisting and just sighed softly.

"Hey, you young people now are really baffling! What's wrong with getting married? Everyone talks about it with a change of expression, as if they will be in bad luck if they get involved in this matter! Really, there is no such thing Our marriage, you fools, can you still Growing out of the ground? Are you afraid that you won’t get involved with others? What does marriage have to do with it? Me too, and so did your father back then. Didn’t everyone continue to run around after getting married, as long as they kept a low profile? Who will care about you anymore? You really..."

"What?" Charles was suddenly surprised, "You mean, my father, after marriage..."

"Charles, what's so surprising about this?" The cousin was surprised by his surprise. "Who is not like this?"

Ciel fell silent again.

He was quite right.

Who is not like this?

only……

He was young and talented, extremely popular in society, had many affairs with his wife, and often fooled around with his wife after marriage... Charles suddenly discovered that after many years of different messages, and this year's experiences and knowledge, in his mind Here, the image of the "father" in this life has become more and more sophisticated... However, it is not an image with positive educational significance.

To a certain extent, maybe it can be called a "positive meaning"?

"Well, who isn't like this? There's no need to be too surprised. There's no need to think too much." After thinking about it, Charles sighed with a bitter smile in his heart and continued to drink.

"Young man, I advise you not to drink too much." Suddenly, he heard his uncle's advice again.

"What?"

"When you go out, Charlotte will definitely come to see you right away, for fear that you will really be beaten by me..." The uncle's face was serious, but he was completely joking. "If she finds out that you are full of alcohol and accompany her father to drink well, making her worry for a long time, do you think she will be very angry?"

At this point, he patted Charles's shoulder heavily and said earnestly, "Young man, chasing girls is a big deal! Your father is not here, I really should give you more lessons in the future..." (To be continued.)