Flowers, Swords and France

"Monsieur Du Taai, you will not survive."

Ciel looked down at the dying man lying on the ground, his tone was very gentle, and there was a sense of joy that could not be concealed.

The murder that had been planned for a long time was finally completed quickly and without any changes under his extremely calm execution. Under the influence of this joy of success, even Charles, who has been taught to be calm since he was a child, cannot be completely calm.

He obviously killed another person, but there was no anxiety or pity in his heart. The heart that had been tempered by reality for many years only had the above thoughts.

Du-Taai still covered his wound with force, gritted his teeth tightly, and hissed in pain.

He looked at Ciel with his eyes wide open. Due to anger and pain, his eyes were very wide and even had some bloodshot eyes. If this hatred could be turned into reality, I'm afraid it would also give Ciel a sword. .

But Ciel didn't care.

How could this banker, who was so complacent just now and fully planning to wait for that day, abscond with his money and live like an emperor in a foreign country, accept that he suddenly fell into a situation where he would surely die in just a few hours? situation?

He is patient, there is still time anyway.

He stopped talking, but looked at the other person silently. It was not until Du Taai suffered for a few more minutes that Charles spoke again.

"You must know the reason why I want to take action, so you can't blame me, just like I won't blame you if I am tricked by you. If you lose, you can only blame yourself! Besides, fuck us Whose hands are in your line of work? How many lives are there? Since you have embarked on this road, you must be prepared to lose your life at any time. Since you dare to gamble, you must learn to admit defeat, right? It’s really despising…”

The malice in Du Taai's eyes still hadn't diminished by half, but Ciel wasn't surprised either. Looking at Du-Taai, who had blood foaming from the corner of his mouth, Charles continued.

"However, you don't have to worry. I'm not a particularly bloodthirsty person, nor do I have a hobby of watching other people's pain. The reason why I choose to seriously injure you in this way - instead of directly assassinating you - is because of me. Reason, or just say it directly, I have something to ask of you.”

When he heard the words "I want something from you," Du Taai's face suddenly twitched.

"Well, that's right. I know it sounds ridiculous for me to give you a sword first and then say I want something from you." Charles nodded slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "But you can listen. Just listen to my request, you still have time now."

Then, without looking at the other person's expression, Ciel continued.

"If I'm not wrong, you plan to flee in a few days while the war is in chaos, right? Then how do you guarantee that you will be able to escape? Also, what are you hiding from Baron de Beauvain? How much money did you make?”

There was silence.

Except for Du Taai's suppressed cry of pain, there was no other sound in the room.

Still unwilling to cooperate. However, he was patient, so he remained silent.

"Go...go to hell, bastard! Cough...cough..." After a while, Du-Taai finally cursed. "You... you are a dirty bitch, a bad seed, a stinking nobleman... your whole family... your whole family... your whole family should go to... the guillotine!"

He was coughing up blood while cursing - obviously, this kind of cursing brought him a hundred times more pain than it did to Ciel.

Charles said nothing and allowed the other party to curse. It was only when Du Taai's curses became lower and lower, and it was obvious that his vitality was close to drying up, that he answered leisurely.

"Why are you so excited? No matter how much you curse, I won't be hurt. Don't you still know this after being a banker for so long? Sir, now you have to face a very real reality. The question is - you are going to die, and we, Baron de Beauvin and I, are going to be alive and well. You must not think that this situation will make you happy? "

"He...he..." After hearing Charles's intentional taunt, the resentment in Du-Taai's eyes became even stronger. His chest heaved violently, and more and more blood foam came out of his mouth. This emotion His excitement naturally accelerated his death. "You...you..."

"Don't get excited, sir, it will only make you die faster." Charles still looked at the other party gently, "I say again, I am not saying this just to see you in pain. No, I am not that. Boring, in fact, I really hope to give you another pleasure so that you can suffer less before you die."

Then, his voice became softer, "Do you know why I made up my mind to take action so quickly? Originally, I wanted to wait for you to take the money and run away before taking action."

Du Taai was still squirting, but Charles could clearly feel that there was already a trace of curiosity in his eyes - I am afraid that this is the kind of person who wants to "die clearly" before dying. "The idea.

"Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask you a question. Do you really think that Baron de Beauvain has been hiding in Strasbourg and stopped caring about the world?" Charles asked next.

The hidden meaning in his words made Du Taai's whole body stiff at that moment, and he almost forgot about the piercing pain in his heart.

"That's right." Charles nodded. "To be sure, he did run outside Paris and stayed at the border. However, he did not and could never turn a blind eye to us. I want to be his friend for many years. Assistant, you should understand why this is the case, right? That man told us openly that he would run to the border, leave everything to us, and trust us completely, but secretly he would not trust us that much, would he? ?”

Du-Taai's eyes opened even wider.

"You want to ask me how I know?" Charles smiled slightly, "Actually, I didn't mean to do it. After thinking about this problem, I sent a trustworthy person to pretend to be a messenger to Stella Fort sent me a letter. Oh, as a side note, that man's name is Albert de Foa Grail, he is my classmate, and he is second in the school in swordsmanship. If he had done this to you just now, If so, it is estimated that the speed will be a little faster than mine..."

Having said this, Charles glanced at Du Taai, who was frighteningly pale.

"Oh, well, time is running out, so I won't talk nonsense. My friend Albert went there, and then followed my instructions, secretly found an opportunity to observe there, and found that they were already packing their bags. ...And judging from the news he secretly inquired about, Baron Beauvain is planning to come back soon..."

"He...ah..." Du-Taai's uncontrollable scream suddenly rang out.

"My friend, I was as shocked as you when I heard the news. What does this mean? It means that Baron de Beauvain told us that he would come back in the summer. He was completely lying to us. He has already planned to come back, maybe He will come back in a few days, as long as Paris is restored to peace. He doesn't completely trust us, and is planning to make a surprise attack on us, and then see if anyone has taken advantage of him..."

Charles made a regretful gesture, "So, as a precaution, you see, I had no choice but to take action in advance. I'm really sorry. I think that even if I didn't take action, you wouldn't be able to really abscond with the money." Right? It doesn’t make any difference to you whether it’s me or him who kills you, right?”

Du Taai finally understood everything an hour before his death, but it was too late.

All he could do was look at him with extremely hateful eyes, "I...I curse...curse you! You...bastards! Killing dogs! Beasts! You...will definitely...definitely... Go to hell!"

"I'm really sorry. I'm an atheist and don't believe in any hell, so this can't scare me." Charles shrugged again, "Besides, even if you have this thing, you won't feel like you don't have to do it. Hell? Don't make it so ugly, can't you leave with dignity?"

Ignoring Ciel's advice, Du-Taai continued to curse and squander his remaining life force.

Ciel waited for him to continue scolding until his hatred had accumulated to a sufficient level, and then he spoke again.

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"It seems that you really hate us? So, do you want me to send Baron Beauvain to you?"

This question caused Du Taai's cursing to suddenly stop.

"Yes, I plan to deal with him in a while and then kill him." Charles nodded slightly, "I said, I need your help, I think since you are already serving him After so long, there must be a lot of things you can tell me, right? Come on, you still have one hour, so go ahead and tell me."

Du-Taai looked at Charles intently.

"Why are you still hesitating? If I kill Baron Beauvain, you will definitely be very happy there; if I am unfortunately killed by him, ha, isn't this revenge for you? If you don't help My word..." Charles smiled slightly, "I have no choice but to give up this idea."

"I'll help you!" Du Taai said immediately.

"Oh, smart people can always make decisions quickly, that's good. Then hurry up, there is not much time left for you..."

In fact, Charles has not decided to fall out directly with Baron de Beauvain at this time, or to make a difference between life and death. The gap in strength between him and the opponent is too big now. The reason why he told Du Taai like this is just to deceive him. Maybe it's just to reveal some more information about the big banker - as the saying goes, be prepared, but who can say for sure in the future? Maybe someday this information will be useful, right?

It is not surprising that Du Taai chose to cooperate. He is now certain to die and can only go to hell with endless hatred. Then he will definitely be willing to see Charles and Baron Beauvain die - if he can He would be happiest if they died together.

………………

Without wasting any time, Du Taai quickly began his narration. In his current situation, every word he spoke would bring great pain, but his words were clear.

God knows how much he hated Charles and Baron de Beauvin!

"Baron de Beauvin's son is a playboy, a mediocre good-for-nothing, but his daughter is very powerful; besides me, his assistants include..."

"Every year he sends huge amounts of securities to Amsterdam..."

"He is going to open a branch in Rome..."

He spoke very quickly, but Ciel still memorized each item one by one without omitting anything - his memory of names was always good.

Finally, as time passed, Du-Taai's voice became lower and lower, and his face became grayer and grayer. Obviously, the god of death was standing next to him.

He finished his narration, and then he looked at Charles with extreme hatred, as if he was looking at everything in the void.

"Thank you, Mr. Du-Taai." Charles nodded to him, "I will remember your help."

"I'm... I'm waiting for you in hell!" After saying the last curse, Du-Taai's eyes slowly lost their luster.

"Oh..." Charles shrugged lightly, then nodded respectfully to the other party, "Goodbye, my friend." (To be continued.)