Flowers, Swords and France

Charles and Albert didn't waste much time before arriving in front of the Junior Inquisition in the Saumur countryside. Although they were very anxious, they still maintained their calm and consistent demeanor.

Although this is an important government office, it is still shabby, just like the place where Mrs. De Pengfeng lives.

However, Charles didn't find it surprising now. For a provincial, it would be strange not to be like this.

Albert announced his name, and after receiving the notice from the concierge, they walked in together, and then walked straight to the director's office.

Although in theory, the junior tribunal is only the most basic unit of the French legal system, and even the director is not a high-level position.

However, rural areas in other provinces have always been known for being conservative and peaceful. In addition, most of the villagers are just a group of illiterate people who have no time to negotiate with the government. Therefore, no matter how small the official position is, they can do whatever they want in the local area and seize every opportunity for themselves. Gaining benefits - Mrs. De-Pengfeng's incident is neither the first nor the last in the countryside.

When they arrived at the director's office and study, the person sitting there glanced at the two of them rather arrogantly.

"Mr. de Foa Grail, why did you come here today?" he said to Albert in a coquettish tone. "The lady has passed away?"

After hearing Albert's surname, he naturally regarded the two Alberts as his accomplices, so he called Albert to him so easily. He never imagined that there would be so many changes.

Taking advantage of his free time to ask, Charles also looked at the judge carefully.

He seems to be in his forties, not tall, and looks fair and fair because he takes good care of himself. However, the nose is a little yellowish, apparently from frequent snuff use.

He was already somewhat bald, with brown hair distributed on his forehead, and he looked like a bourgeois. His eyes are alert and alert. In an instant, he can be bossy. For a moment, he was waiting to flatter some noble person - in a word, he was the typical appearance of an official who has a backer but is not strong enough.

"Yes. Sir, the lady has passed away," Albert was surprisingly calm, and he answered the other party calmly. "Just this morning, less than two hours ago."

"Oh, no wonder you came here in such a hurry!" The director shrugged, without any condolences for the lady, "Then we can start now, right? The Marquis has handed us all the materials. As soon as the lady dies, we can start the process..."

Albert and Charles looked at each other. Sure enough!

They were all thankful that they arrived in time.

First, we must find a way to get those materials.

While the two of them were still looking at each other, the judge stood up, took out some files from the bookshelf behind him, and opened them for a while. then. He looked at Albert and Charles again, and then sniffed, as if he was dissatisfied with their outfits, "I heard that you are in Paris? Oh, no wonder, you are dressed so fancy! You ran to Go to Paris and learn the ways of these Parisians? They are so arrogant and licentious all day long, and they don’t understand the thrift and simplicity of us provincials at all!”

As he spoke, he picked up the snuff bottle, poured himself some snuff, and snorted comfortably. "I advise you, after you get this big sum of money, you should stay here. Don't go to that place to make trouble for yourself. Even if you have millions there, you can spend them all! There are prodigals there. Son, please don’t hang out with them..."

They have already mixed together, Charles said coldly in his heart.

"Please show me all these materials," Albert ignored the other party's nagging and stepped forward, "My father asked me to come over and confirm."

"Oh, that's right." The judge nodded, then picked up the files.

Then, when he was about to hand the file to Albert, the judge suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something was wrong.

"Your father asked you to come and see him alone?" He looked at Albert with some confusion.

"Yes, that's what he said." Albert knew something was wrong, but he still managed to remain calm.

The judge frowned, "Didn't he say he would come over today? Why did he ask you to come over?"

Albert's face froze.

"Who are you?" Seeing Albert's behavior, the judge opened his eyes wide and looked at Albert with some uneasiness. Then he put the file in his drawer and looked at the two people warily.

Seeing that he could no longer hide anything from the other party, Albert stopped hiding himself.

"I am indeed the son of a Marquis," he looked at the judge coldly, "but I don't think our family needs this ill-gotten wealth, give me those things!"

"Don't come over here!" the judge shouted, then took out a pistol from his drawer and shouted at the same time, "Come here! There are robbers!"

Damn it, to be honest with you, do you really take yourself seriously?

Charles, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed forward, then swung his cane hard and hit the judge's wrist. The judge cried out in pain and dropped the gun to the ground. Albert rushed forward. Picked up the gun.

Charles did not stop and continued to hit the judge with his cane, hitting his neck, arms, and abdomen everywhere. Huge pain. The judge couldn't help but wailed.

At this time, the door in the study was also opened, and then the staff looked at the situation inside and screamed in horror. Albert pointed his gun at them and warned them not to come forward.

"Why are you shouting! We are performing official duties!" Charles shouted, and then slowly stopped his hand.

Then, he looked at the judge who was lying on the ground and couldn't help moaning, "We are the special envoys of Mr. President. We are here specifically for this matter today. You dare not cooperate with us. This is the punishment you deserve!"

"Mr. President?" The judge raised his head and looked at Charles in horror.

"Yes, Mr. President arranged for us to come!" Charles lied without changing his expression, "Do you want to fight against the country? Ah?"

Under Charles' stern questioning, the judge became a little panicked, but he still had some doubts about Charles's identity.

Ciel smiled coldly. Then he took out a badge from his body and threw it in his face.

"Tell your people to get out immediately! Do you want me to tell everyone the secret? And your scandal?"

This was indeed given to him by Louis Bonaparte - because he had to do so many things for Louis Bonaparte, and sometimes he really needed something that could calm the situation. He didn't expect it the first time he used it. It's actually in a place like this.

He was not worried about the consequences of this - do these people still have the guts to run up to Louis Bonaparte to confront him? Even if it's true. Could it be that Louis Bonaparte thought too much money had been confiscated from the government?

After carefully confirming the authenticity of the badge, the judge suddenly started to tremble all over. He looked up at Ciel. His face was full of horror, "Sir...sir...this..."

"Let these people out! I have something to tell you!" Charles shouted again.

"Get out quickly!" the judge quickly obeyed.

very good.

When only these three people were left in the room, Charles returned to his cold and polite attitude before, and he helped the judge up. Then he sat down again.

"Sir...what is going on?" Of course the judge would not feel relaxed, he asked tremblingly.

"What's going on? Isn't it obvious?" Charles sneered, "Don't you know how financially distressed the government is now? How much easier can such a large sum of money make the government? And you actually dare to be in it Damn it, don’t you want to live? Mr. President has known about this for a long time, so he sent us here to keep an eye on it. I didn’t expect you to be so brave. Do you know what the consequences are? We are fighting against the government and the country!”

In fact, even if the president really wants to do this. Sending a state secretary to come all the way to do this seems a bit wrong, but how do judges know and dare to think so much now?

"This is all the fault of the Marquis de Foa Grail! He bribed me to instigate me!" In order to get rid of the crime, the judge quickly shifted the responsibility to the Marquis. "Sir, I was just greedy and took some benefits. I really have no intention of going against Mr. President! Don't misunderstand me!"

"This needs to be proven by your actual actions. The more you cooperate, the less responsible you will be. If you don't cooperate...hey, you know the consequences." Charles suddenly remembered that he didn't know this person's name yet.

"May I have your name?"

"Gumont, Salo Gumont, sir!" the judge replied quickly.

"Okay, Judge Gumont, don't be nervous. It was just a little unpleasant just now. You don't mind it anymore, right?" Charles looked at the judge with a smile.

Under his gaze, the judge shook uneasily, but nodded. "Sir, I'm really just confused for a moment..."

"It doesn't matter, you want to get some benefits for yourself, what's the point?" Charles stretched out his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, "You have a lot of power. You can say whatever you want in this rural place, but the government We only pay you a salary of three thousand francs per year, so you want to get some benefits from your scope of authority, which we can understand..."

The judge was a little confused by Charles's words.

"So, I just want to complete the task assigned to me by Mr. President, and I don't want to involve too many people because of this matter... The government just wants money, they don't like to kill people, do you understand?" Charles winked. Blinking his eyes, "But if some people are really too ignorant of current affairs, I wouldn't mind using someone to practice with..."

His meaningful expression would certainly not misunderstand the judge.

"Okay, okay, just say it, we will do it, we will do it..." He nodded repeatedly, as if he was afraid of making Charles unhappy.

Of course, Charles had his own considerations when he said this. He was originally a fake preacher who was messing around here, and he was afraid of making things worse. The judge must have his own support in the higher court. If he persists in pursuing the case, everyone may end up in big trouble. It would be best if this matter can be handled as quietly as possible.

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"It's great that you are so cooperative," Charles smiled and then winked at Albert. Albert understood, opened the drawer, and took out the files.

Then, he tore directly hard. All the materials that his father worked so hard to produce were turned into scraps of paper. Then. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Actually, you don't have to be too upset." Charles patted the dejected judge on the shoulder again, "At least I remember your name. Don't you?"

This cold joke made the judge's face look even more ugly, but he didn't dare to argue with Charles, so he could only humbly agree.

Seeing that everything was going well, Charles turned his attention to Albert again.

"Look. It's not a loss if you make me a friend, right?"

"It's quite profitable," Albert replied seriously.

……………………

When the Marquis de Foa Grail came to the Inquisition, he found that all his plans had failed irreparably.

It is difficult to describe the expression of the Marquis at this moment. When one is about to succeed and suddenly fails due to an accident, a person will always have this twisted and terrifying expression.

Looking at the two smiling young men in front of him, his eyes were filled with vicious hatred. Even if one of them is his son. No, the one he hated the most was his son.

"I should have just buried you in the ground back then." He looked at Albert coldly.

"That was your mistake." Albert shrugged.

"It's too late to say this now, sir." Charles said to the Marquis with a smile. "You should be glad that Albert is not going to pursue anything, and everything can be treated as if it didn't happen. So, if I were you, I would go back obediently, drink some wine, take a nap, and forget everything... "

"Bah! You don't deserve the surname Treville, what the hell! Your ancestors have been completely embarrassed by you!" The Marquis glared at Charles, "It's just a dog wagging its tail in front of Bonaparte, and he actually dares to do it in front of us. Put on a great look! Bah! I shouldn't have regarded you as someone equal to me! I want to see the day when you fall, you will be a lost dog, anyone can do it! I’ll step on you again! Hahahaha!”

"I am indeed not your equal, sir. Who would be equal to a monkey?" Charles lightly shrugged. Of course, the enemy's curses would not affect his mood, but would only make him feel happier. "However, you shouldn't insult this surname. I count to three. If you don't get out of my sight, you will have to duel with me? One..."

The Marquis glared at Charles with fire in his eyes.

"two……"

He glanced at the two people's faces with hatred and turned around to leave - of course he didn't have the guts to challenge the young man to a duel.

"Goodbye!" Charles looked at his back and said goodbye to the Marquis gently.

He did not live up to his friend's request, but did everything properly.

"Thank you, Charles." After a long silence, Albert said to him suddenly.

"Of course you should thank me properly." Ciel replied with a smile. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Then, let's go have fun together after we return to Paris," Albert patted Charles on the shoulder, "My treat."

"That's great!" Charles nodded, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go back today?"

"Then, I'll call some girls to play with us, and I'll make sure you have a great time." Albert continued, "...let's call them five?"

…………Xia Er felt a little speechless.

"Albert, don't joke around."

"Call it seven?"

"I'm getting married and I love Charlotte."

"Is that called nine? Or eleven?"

"Why is it always an odd number?!" Charles suddenly paid attention to a detail. "What's the point of this?"

"The remaining one will be the winner. Whoever finishes his work first will go and join her as a reward." Albert adjusted his collar, "How about it? Is it interesting? The two of us seem to Haven’t competed yet?”

"…………"

ps:

I finally finished writing this story on Sunday.

Next week is National Day, and the author is going to relax. I don’t know if this book is temporarily suspended. Anyway, there will be no updates next week.

Until now, I have always been amazed at the speed of writing. I wrote 1.15 million words in nine months... Unfortunately, the results were very different from what I originally imagined. Looking back, I started writing excitedly at that time. I am so naive that I am ridiculous.

I had never dared to stop writing before because I was afraid that I would never be able to find the energy to write again, but...

Now, there is nothing to be afraid of. Let’s just let it happen. Maybe we will be able to work up our energy by then?

Hope so.

Goodbye everyone.