Flowers, Swords and France

Around the time when it was getting dark, Charles walked out of the tavern amid the endless noise coming from behind. .

The carnival continued in the afternoon, but Charles made an excuse and left in the middle of the way - if these people started drinking, they wouldn't stop until it was dark, and Charles certainly didn't have that much time to accompany them. drink. Of course, he had already paid the bill to the owner of the tavern, which was enough for them to continue drinking.

However, even though he left the show midway, the alcohol poured into his stomach was real. Under the influence of this alcohol, Charles stumbled a little while walking. With the crooked steps unique to a drunkard, he walked little by little. He walked towards his carriage parked outside.

"Go home!" As soon as he opened the door of the carriage, he shouted an order to the front.

However, as soon as the word came out of his mouth, a scent came from the tip of his nose. This scent seemed a bit familiar, as if...

The drunkenness in Charles's mind immediately faded a lot.

Using the dim light coming from outside, he took a closer look and saw Charlotte sitting on the other side of the cushion, looking at him with a half-smile.

Sure enough, it was her.

Then, Charles jumped into the car without saying anything and sat next to her.

"Oh, it's Charlotte, you...why are you here? How long have you been waiting here...?" Due to the residual alcohol, his speech was not particularly clear.

A handkerchief was handed over from the side, and Charles took it gently. "Oh, thank you."

"About half an hour, it's not too long." Charlotte replied softly after Charles took the handkerchief.

It seemed that the strong smell of alcohol on Charles' body made her a little unhappy, and she frowned slightly.

"Char, why did you drink so much again?"

"When men get together, they always have to drink some wine..." Charles smiled, and at the same time wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief that still had the fragrance, "Besides, these people are all... Drunkard, if I don’t drink during the party, it will affect the atmosphere too much..."

"Well, you always have so much to say." Charlotte said complainingly, and then she pulled Ciel over and looked at Ciel face to face.

Looking at Ciel, who was wearing a military uniform in front of her, the displeasure on her face slowly disappeared, and in the end, only a smile remained.

"How's it going, Ciel? Is the gift I gave you okay?"

In this case, of course Ciel knew how to answer even if he had just drank a lot.

"Oh, it's really good. Everyone said it was very good." Charles still smiled slightly, "Thank you, Charlotte, I... I'm very satisfied."

"It's good that you know!" Charlotte was really overjoyed. She didn't care about the smell of alcohol on Charles's body and reached out her hand to touch Charles' forehead. "Now you should know who has been treating you well." Come on!"

"Ah, ah, thank you, thank you." Charles responded casually and asked in a low voice, "So you came to me today just to ask if I am satisfied with the gift, right?"

"Of course not." Charlotte glanced at him, "My father has something to do with you."

"You have something to do with me?" Charles was slightly surprised, "Then why didn't you come to me during the training camp?"

"Who knows what that guy is thinking?" Charlotte shook her head, as if she didn't care about her father, "I don't know anyway."

"Then why are you here today?" Charles was still a little surprised. "We are training at the shooting range today. We are not out for a spring outing. Why are you here too?"

"Why, can't I come over?" Charlotte had some dissatisfaction on her face.

"Of course not. It's just... we officers and soldiers of the National Guard are training here, and it's not good for you, a girl, to come over..." Charles quickly explained.

Let alone this era, even in the 21st century, unless it is an extremist terrorist organization, there are very few armies or military organizations that will invest a large number of women. Although Charlotte's ultra-conservative political views will definitely suit the appetites of these current National Guard leaders, I am afraid that no exception will be made for her.

As if feeling Ciel's gaze, Charlotte's face became more and more dissatisfied.

"Not my dad yet!" She replied angrily. "He thinks ordinary things are too troublesome and he doesn't want to touch them at all. He doesn't even bother to go to meetings and lectures. He just hides away when he can. There are so many things now, it's really annoying. It's so annoying to him, he keeps complaining, this guy is so serious! He keeps pushing me to do all the paperwork, statistics, cleaning, and records, so I took the opportunity to do it today. Follow him here..."

Although her face was full of resentment, Charlotte's expression relaxed again as she spoke, "But that's okay. I'm not worried about other people doing this. You also know how sensitive the current moment is. We are all busy trying to get rid of those people. If a radical escapes the scrutiny at this time, it will be a big trouble! "

Then she sighed again, looking a little regretful again.

"Char, it's such a pity that I won't be able to go to the front line then. I can only pray for you in my heart. Oh, really, I have done so much work for His Majesty, but when it comes time to exterminate the mob, I can't personally Be present!”

Charles already knew how much Charlotte hated the "mob", so he had no intention of arguing with her, let alone telling her that he would not participate in their siege. He just frowned and changed the subject, "Since your father wants to see me, let's go now to avoid wasting time and I have to go home at night!"

"Okay." Charlotte nodded, then stuck her head out of the window and spoke to the driver in front of her, obviously talking about where her father was waiting.

After Charlotte finished speaking, the carriage started quickly, and Charles closed his eyes slightly, his head still a little groggy.

Charlotte knew in her heart that Charles needed to rest now, so she didn't speak anymore. She let Charles lie across her lap, then took the handkerchief she had just given to Charles and gently wiped Charles' face and neck.

After a while, the carriage stopped. Charlotte shook Charles awake, and they stepped out of the carriage together.

They walked not far from the road and came outside a small forest. There was a small villa in the forest. Charlotte and Charles walked in together after the gatekeeper opened the door.

Soon, they came to the living room of the small villa together.

With the help of candlelight, Charles could see several people standing or sitting in the middle of the living room. As he got closer, he found that his cousin, the young Duke Treville, was among them, while several other people were completely unknown to him.

These people all looked well-educated, but they all wore different attires. Some were wearing military uniforms and some were wearing casual clothes. They all looked to be about the same age as his cousin.

"Oh, we're finally here!" After seeing Charles, the young Duke Treville exclaimed exaggeratedly, and then looked at the people next to him.

"This is Charles." He introduced them to them, and then pointed to his daughter, "This is my daughter, and she is also Charles' fiancée..."

When she heard the word "fiancée", Charlotte's face suddenly turned red, and then she held Ciel's hand tightly.

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Charles was also very surprised. He looked at his cousin inquiringly.

"Is this Edgar's son? Haha! He really looks so handsome!" A middle-aged man in military uniform shouted next to him, then came over and patted Charles on the shoulder, "What a boy!"

"These people are all friends of your father and I when we were young." Little Duke Treville explained to Charles with a smile, "They are all in the army and have been stationed in other places. We have not had a chance for many years. Goodbye. Until recently, they were all transferred here because they are quite busy on weekdays, so I just found some time for everyone to get together..."

Ciel suddenly realized.

Then, under the introduction of little Duke Treville, he greeted these officers one by one.

Later, Charles found out that these people were all officers from noble families. Back then, they played very well with the Treville cousins. Over the years, due to transfers, they have been separated from each other, but because of today's opportunity, they got together first and wanted to take a look at Edgar de Treville's son, so the young Duke Treville He directly ordered Charlotte to call him over.

However, Ciel soon thought of something else.

"These few of them are in the army and have been stationed in other places. We haven't had the chance to see each other for many years. It was only recently that they were all transferred over." Charles suddenly remembered this sentence.

Garrisons from various places were mobilized one by one to the vicinity of Paris!

This news immediately wiped out whatever alcoholism he had left.

what does that mean? !

It was obvious that they were about to take action. Ciel secretly answered himself.

"Speaking of which, this can be considered a blessing from this 'revolution'!" The young Duke of Treville looked at him with a half-smile and hinted to him in a low voice, "Our new Minister of War, General Cavaignac , in order to prepare for the rebellion, armies from all over the country are slowly mobilized to the capital, so that we have a chance to reunite..."

General Cavaignac?

I know the name.

Ciel secretly said to himself.

Then, he nodded slightly. "So that's it, I understand."

"Charles, come, sit down." Seeing that Charles had understood his hint, the young Duke Treville said no more and pointed to a seat next to the table. "We have just started drinking. Would you like to join us and drink some more?"

I just finished drinking over there, is it going to start again here?

Ciel secretly screamed in pain, and then sat down at the dining table.

Charlotte, who had been blushing next to her, looked at her father angrily, "Dad, don't let him drink anymore, he has already drank a lot!"

"Oh, this is really a pity!" Little Duke Treville sighed, "Okay, then you can go back first. We elders still have something to talk to Charles. They are all men's topics... …Don’t worry, we won’t trick him.”

"Really?" Charlotte looked at Charles, still a little worried.

"Really." His father looked serious. "When did I lie to my precious daughter?" (To be continued.)