Flowers, Swords and France

While Charles was still having dinner with Duke Treville, dinner also started at the Marquis Treville's house.

Although the meal was served at the same time as usual, the chaotic situation still brought a lot of impact to the Treville family.

At the dinner table, none of the men in the family were listed - the old Marquis, together with his servants and other neighbors, organized a joint defense team to maintain law and order here while the army and the National Guard were busy suppressing the mob, so he is now He is very busy and has not come back yet; and the young one has also left home.

Therefore, there were only two girls left on the dining table at this time. They were sitting next to each other as usual, but their expressions were no longer as relaxed as before.

They ate slowly and very little - usually they didn't have a big appetite, but at this moment, they were so uneasy that it was naturally even more difficult for them to swallow.

At this moment, the incessant sound of gunfire wakes them up. At this moment, their relatives, their fathers, brothers, and even their class are all undergoing the test of battle.

This bloody battle far exceeded the revolution that overthrew the king in February this year. It frightened them and will become one of the times they will never forget.

While eating, Fran kept listening to the sounds coming from outside. She seemed to be distracted. She kept swiping the soup gently with a small spoon, but never took a sip. Under the flickering candlelight, the girl's expression was unclear, looking both anxious and sad. Normally she would chat with her friends next to her for a while, but tonight she remained silent.

Of course Mademoiselle Marie-de-Léoland knew why she was so depressed. After being silent for a while, she sighed secretly and decided to say something to comfort Miss Treville.

Although she was also very uneasy about her relatives being involved in danger. But at this time, she felt that she should give her friend some firm support and make her feel a little more at ease.

"Flan?" she called softly.

Fran's hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped, and she turned her head to look at Mary, as if she had just been awakened.

"Mary? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Mary smiled, "I just seemed to have something serious on my mind, so I just called out. Fran, don't worry. Can you eat something first?"

After hearing her friend's encouragement, Fran just sighed softly and did not answer.

"Okay. Don't worry so much. Everything will be fine. God will take care of my grandfather and brother, just like He takes care of my family." Mary held Fran's right hand tightly. "Cheer up! Mr. Treville doesn't want to appear like this..."

Fran's hand was held. A trace of emotion flashed across his eyes, but this emotion was quickly covered again by Yuan's sadness.

"Now, how can I still cheer up?" Fran shook her head slightly and frowned slightly, "Mary, I had another nightmare last night, dreaming about my brother... dreaming about my brother and The mob fought and got injured... God..." At this point, she quickly stopped. I can't say any more.

"Don't worry too much, it's just a dream." Although she was startled by Fran's words, Mary quickly regained her composure, "It will be fine. Fran, don't think too much, everything will be fine. Get up! Didn’t our ancestors also climb out of the abyss like that in 1993? Is it worse than that now? My uncle is also in the Self-Defense Forces, and I am also worried about him. However, in this situation, the most important thing we can do is to help them. Just stay at home, pray for them, and don’t cause trouble to them, isn’t it?”

"Of course I understand what you said...but...but..." Fran closed her eyes, "I just can't help but worry! My brother is risking his life now, but I can only sit back and relax. Here, pray to the God who doesn’t know whether he has a good spirit or not…”

Her brother joined the National Guard and has not been seen since the chaos in the city began. It is very likely that he is still fighting with the mob somewhere, maybe even risking a hail of bullets - a Thinking of this, Fran couldn't help but panic - if he didn't receive God's favor at some point, then...then...every time she thought of this, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She doesn't pay much attention to politics or any position, and she doesn't have any prejudice against the regular army and the rebels. She doesn't care much about whose fault the situation has developed to this point, and she doesn't even care about her brother. Whether he can achieve great success in battle, she only hopes that her brother can escape all disasters and return safely.

She never expected, absolutely never expected, that the person she was worrying about at the moment was having an affair with her cousin in Charlotte's bedroom. If she could know, I'm afraid the girl's mood at the moment would be very different...

After hearing Fran's blasphemous words, Mary couldn't help but secretly take a breath, but she also knew in her heart that her friend was absolutely right - if praying to God would be useful, who would die? What about the battlefield?

At this moment, she also had the sigh of "the world is impermanent" that usually only belongs to adults. She didn't know what to say anymore, so she had to stop talking.

At this time, she suddenly heard Fran say something in a muffled voice.

"This is all Charlotte's fault, it's all her fault!"

"Huh?" Mary didn't turn around for a moment. "That... that Mademoiselle de Treville?"

"Who else could it be besides her?" Fran's face was full of displeasure and anger, "It's all Charlotte. It's all because of her bewitchment that my brother joined the National Guard and participated in the What kind of suppression...I felt frightened from the beginning. It was too late to escape at this time, how could I go in again? Now, Charlotte should be satisfied! My brother...my brother... "The more Fran spoke, the more excited she became. Suddenly there was a layer of mist in his eyes, "He, he could have stayed at home safely. He didn't have to risk his life! I don't want him to take care of any obligations. He can live safely by our side." Okay? Not good!”

Fran's rare venting of accusations and curses left Mary at a loss for a moment. She looked at Fran blankly, wanting to comfort her but not knowing how.

Finally, she sighed inwardly and gave no more persuasion. To make the usually reserved Miss Treville lose her temper like this. What a level of tension it must be.

Hey, maybe it would be better to let her vent and relieve her stress.

After complaining for a while. Fran finally stopped and reluctantly regained her composure.

"Sorry, Mary..." She looked at Miss Marquis apologetically, "I was so excited just now."

"It's okay." Miss Marquis shook her head. "On the contrary, I am very touched! This is the most sincere relationship with my brother, and I am quite envious of it."

At this point, a trace of sadness flashed across her face, "Actually, it would be great if I could experience it too. Unfortunately, my brother..." At this point, she lowered her voice and did not say any more, lest I Make yourself and your friends feel even more depressed.

She managed to laugh again. He took another sip of the soup with the spoon, "Oh! How much time we wasted again! Let's continue with dinner, Fran, these are almost cold..."

Fran listened to her words, nodded silently, and then started to move again.

It seemed that they had finished saying everything they wanted to say just now. When they started to move again, no one spoke. There was only the sound of the collision of utensils and the faint sound of gunfire coming from outside, which once again projected helplessness into the hearts of the two girls. The shadow of relief.

After eating for a while, Fran put all the tableware back on the dining table.

"I'm done eating."

It could be seen that she was still in a very bad mood.

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"I've finished eating too." Miss Marquis quickly replied, and then she softly called to the cook to clear away the tableware.

"This battle," Fran couldn't help but glance out the window again, "should be over soon, right?"

"Yes, I heard people say it will end soon." Mary nodded, "They all said the army is heading towards us, and their equipment and numbers greatly exceed the mob, so... the army will be able to put it out soon. Those mobs, let everything return to peace."

Speaking of this, she secretly clenched her fists, "My uncle also said that this time we must not make any concessions to the mob, otherwise we will face catastrophe again... So, Fran, our relatives Their efforts are meaningful, they saved us from World War II! God... God will definitely take care of us, and He will use our hands to destroy those lawless mobs..."

"I fight..." After hearing the words of the Marquis, Fran suddenly murmured and repeated, her eyes filled with energy again, as if she had thought of something. "Yes, it's me who fights... Brother, it's me who fights..."

"What's wrong, Fran?" Mary was a little surprised at the magical effect of her words of comfort.

"It's nothing." Fran replied quickly, with a smile that had not been seen for many days reappearing on her face, "Mary, thank you for your comfort..."

"It's okay, isn't this what I should do?" Mary also laughed.

Fran suddenly seemed to have made up her mind.

"Mary, I want to ask a question."

"Ask."

"Can you use a gun? That kind of pistol..." Fran asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Mary was surprised, but quickly answered, "I know how to use it, but it's a shotgun. I learned that when I went hunting with my family. The use of a shotgun should be similar to that of a pistol... Come to think of it, , I should be able to use it...but what should I do with it?"

"Teach me..." There was a hint of pleading in Fran's voice, "I want to learn how to use a gun."

"Ah?!" Mary was even more surprised, "France, what are you thinking about? A gun is not a paintbrush or a toy!"

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Fran nodded slightly, "A few months ago, for fear of causing trouble, my brother gave me a gift... Yes, he gave me a pistol. , intending for me to use it for self-defense in times of danger. However, even if I have a gun now, I will not use it when I am really in danger... Later, the chaos gradually calmed down, and he seemed to have forgotten about it. I didn’t think of teaching me, so…so I wanted to ask for help.”

"So that's how it is." The Marquis finally understood. "It doesn't matter. Using a gun is very simple. You're so smart that you can learn it in no time. But..." She suddenly thought of something. "Flan, don't think that you are so great just because you have a gun. Don't go out and show off your strength. Don't think so!"

"Of course not now. How can I go out and risk causing trouble for him? I just want to learn first." Fran shook her head, letting her friend feel relieved. "But maybe one day in the future... maybe one day... I can help him. Even if I learn to use it for self-defense, it's not bad..."

Looking at her friend's expectant eyes, Mary nodded unconsciously.

"Okay, in that case, I'll teach you. We can practice in the courtyard later." As she spoke, she suddenly made a joke, "Fortunately, at this time, no one will protest that we are too noisy because of the gunshots..." (To be continued..)