Flowers, Swords and France

Dark clouds covered the entire city, and the air seemed to be filled with depressing factors. It was about to rain. .

As if one could feel the bleakness coming from the sky, the usually chaotic streets had become much quieter, and the bustling crowds had been reduced to only a few passers-by.

In the three-story attic of a small bungalow facing the street, a middle-aged man was pacing back and forth, looking at his pocket watch from time to time, or looking out of the window. Obviously, he was waiting for someone, and he had been waiting for a while, and was a little anxious.

Finally, when he subconsciously picked up the pocket watch again, the door rang gently.

The rhythmic knocking sound was very soft.

After hearing these knocks, the middle-aged man's face immediately flashed with joy, and then he hurried to the door and opened it.

The visitor was a blond young man wearing a neat black coat, holding a thin rattan cane in his hand.

"Mr. Treville, you are finally here!" The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles, "I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Sorry, Mr. Du Ta'e." Charles smiled and nodded at him, "Because I have been busy recently, I was delayed and came a little late."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, we all know that you are a busy man! As long as you come, it's good!" Du Ta'e smiled happily, this is the professional smile of a banker, "Come, please sit down!"

Charles followed his invitation and sat down, and Du Ta'e also sat opposite him.

Today is the day when Charles and Du Ta'e, who have colluded secretly, have a regular meeting as agreed.

"The world is really in chaos now!" As soon as he sat down, he sighed, "When I came here, I saw people building barricades everywhere... I think it won't be long before this city becomes a battlefield."

"I think so too." Charles nodded, "But, isn't the chaos in the world a good thing for you?"

"That's right..." Du-Ta'e seemed a little worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, you probably know that I'm a member of the National Guard. If the war really starts one day, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the battlefield..." Du-Ta'e sighed softly, "If this goes on, I might get shot one day. You know bullets don't have eyes..."

"I don't think you don't have even this little precaution, right?" Charles asked back.

"...Yes, but when the time comes, there will be chaos and war, who can tell?" Du-Tae shook his head gently, then laughed again, "Let's not talk about these depressing things for now, how is your business recently?"

"Not bad." Charles was still quite relaxed, "How about you? How much did you earn recently? Is everything going well?"

"Thanks to you, everything is fine." Speaking of this, Du-Tae's spirits were obviously lifted a lot, "The world is so chaotic recently, government bonds and bonds are falling desperately, and there is no need to We went to suppress it... We have earned more in the past month than in the previous ten years!"

"Congratulations, sir." Charles said casually, and then his tone immediately became a little serious, "But I have to remind you that we should raise money to fill the hole now. It is better for everyone to settle the account as soon as possible. Otherwise, Baron Bovan might come back one day, and then we will be in trouble!"

When Charles mentioned this name, Du-Taai subconsciously shrank his neck, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"You are right, sir. I will raise money recently and settle the account quickly, and then we will divide the profits again..."

"I hope you can listen to my advice." Charles replied softly.

Then, they carefully discussed the time and details of the future division of accounts.

Out of professionalism, although they maintained a relatively friendly cooperative relationship, the two were very serious during the negotiation. After a while, they finally reached an agreement.

"Ah!" Du Taai let out a long sigh of relief, "Mr. Treville, it's a pity that you don't come to work in our business!"

"That's not certain." Charles suddenly replied with a smile. "Who can tell about the future?"

"Well? Do you also want to do this business?" Du Taai looked at Charles in surprise, but soon he was relieved, "That's right, this business can make a lot of money, who doesn't want to come! Mr. Treville, don't worry, as long as you have something you don't understand in the future, just ask me!"

"Oh? Thank you so much." Charles hurriedly thanked him.

"Don't be so polite, we are partners." Du Taai waved his hand, signaling Charles not to be polite, "We can only go further in the future if we help each other, right?"

The two smiled at each other again.

"Well, goodbye." Charles nodded gently, "We will rely on our luck from now on. A battle will soon take place in this city. You must take good care of yourself, Mr. Du-Taye."

"Okay, goodbye." Du-Taye also sighed slightly, "I wish you good luck too, Mr. Treville."

Just like that, without Du-Taye noticing anything unusual, Charles picked up the thin rattan cane he had put aside.

At this time, his heart was calm.

The cane was tightly held in his hand, and the person opposite him had lost his vigilance, thinking that he had deceived Charles de Treville, the big fool, again.

……………………

But he was wrong.

Charles felt something was wrong from the beginning, and he thought of a question, a very wrong question.

Since he took a huge risk and found an opportunity to dig a large sum of money from his boss, with the greedy character of a banker like Du-Taai, would he think of just "using the money as capital and returning it after making a lot of money"?

How is it possible? How can there be such a kind banker!

After patient observation, Charles, who had been calm all the time, had already come to a conclusion. But he thought he was still playing Charles in the palm of his hand.

Humph, you want to hide it from me, and induce me to help you in the name of cooperation with me, and then dig a large sum of money from the boss yourself, and then abscond with the money?

Do you think I can't see it? !

So, what should Charles do?

There is only one answer... the one he had already thought of before.

Go to hell.

Charles' breathing was extremely smooth, and his movements were not at all stagnant.

Go to hell! Idiot!

A metallic light suddenly flashed from the thin cane.

Charles moved, taking two small steps forward.

"... When learning fencing, you should pay special attention to keeping your body balanced, taking small steps, but moving quickly, and especially keeping a calm mind. Gentlemen, I have to say that some of you need to learn this technique well, so that you can have more confidence in duels in the future, or stab your brother to monopolize the inheritance, isn't it?

Of course, even so, you must keep a calm mind when you take action, so that your muscles can be completely relaxed, so that you can achieve the fastest speed. You must act unexpectedly, and then... stab, stab without hesitation!"

The teacher's words seemed to be replayed, ringing in Charles' ears syllable by syllable, just like what he said yesterday. But he didn't realize it.

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The sword had been pulled out of the cane, and before Du Ta'ai could show his surprise, Charles had already approached him with light steps. Then, just like in class...

Stab!

Stab!

The thin sword, following the angle pre-conceived by the owner, pierced the body of the man opposite without any hindrance, passed through the ribs, and pierced the poor man's lung.

Blood spurted, and the white shirt and black coat were soon dyed the same strange dark purple.

A perfect blow.

If the teacher could be present today, he would definitely admire his student's academic success, right?

Or would he curse him?

"You bastard! Who told you to swing the sword at the common people? Is the surname De Treville so worthless now?"

[In the past, according to the customs of the feudal era, common people had no right and request to duel with nobles, and it was a disgrace to their status and family reputation for nobles to fight with common people. ]

This question suddenly flashed through Charles' mind.

Ha, who cares!

But this boring idea was soon thrown out of his mind.

He drew his sword without mercy, and then kicked Du-Taai hard, making him fall heavily to the ground.

Then, he followed Du-Taai who was already lying on the ground, and stepped hard on his right hand that was trying to reach into his pocket. Then, he reached out his hand, took out Du-Taai's pistol, and threw it into a corner far away.

Then, he suddenly jumped to the window and shouted loudly.

"Catch the robbers!"

"Catch the robbers!" Shouts suddenly sounded one after another.

Soon, in a small house next to it, a group of soldiers wearing National Guard uniforms suddenly rushed out. These people were all from Charles' company, and the people leading them happened to be the veterans he hired.

These self-guard soldiers under Charles, according to Charles's previous instructions, shouted to catch the robbers, while vigorously blasting open the door of the small building, and then rushed in.

Soon, gunshots and screams rang out.

In today's extremely chaotic public security, this kind of thing happens frequently, and the citizens of Paris have long been accustomed to it. Everyone closed their doors and windows, and dared not even look at what was happening outside.

When these people rushed out in response to Charles's shout, Charles no longer cared about the outside.

He turned his head gently and looked at Du-Taai who was lying on the ground.

The thin sword in the staff was still tightly held in his hand, and the victim's blood was still flowing on it, dripping on the wooden floor, leaving a few dazzling red streaks on the floor.

He leaned over and looked at the screaming Du-Taai indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

His lungs had been pierced by Charles's swift and accurate sword, and he was seriously injured. This was a serious injury that could not be cured in this era. Even if a doctor was called to rescue him immediately, he would be dead, and there would be no other results.

Everything he had, all his hopes, would eventually turn to dust with this sword.

Charles stood quietly, without giving him another blow, just looking at him quietly, looking at this short and fat banker, looking at this close assistant of Baron de Bovan quietly.

Poor Du Taai groaned loudly under the unbearable agony. He covered his wound tightly, as if he wanted to use this method to save the life he was destined to lose. At the same time, he looked at Ciel angrily.

Even the best writer may not be able to describe all the shock, unwillingness, anger, hatred, and the resentment that can choose and devour anyone in this look!

He didn't curse, and Charles knew why - blood foam was already coming out of the corners of his mouth, and the blood was mixed with the air in his lungs. This is a huge problem that people who have seriously injured their lungs must face. Pain until death. Even every word he spoke and every groan brought him greater pain.

"Sir, you will die soon, and you will die in pain." Even at this moment, Charles still used the honorific title for the other party, "Don't have any expectations anymore. Although you are still alive now, You only have a maximum of two hours left to live. Please believe me. I am ranked third in the school's swordsmanship class, and I am qualified to make such a judgment on your life..."

Soon, the indifference on Ciel's face was transformed into that formulaic smile.

"Mr. Du Taai, you will not survive." (To be continued.)