Flowers, Swords and France

It was another lazy summer day. The hot and humid air almost blocked all the energy of people. The streets were dead and few pedestrians could be seen. Fran stood at the window of her attic, looking at the street in the distance, fiddling with her paintbrush boredly.

Although it was a peaceful day, her mood was not peaceful, but rather heavy. After receiving the news that her teacher was seriously ill, she quickly rushed back with Charlotte and ran to visit the teacher as soon as possible. She also received the unfortunate prediction from the doctor that "the patient is dying".

It was rare to find a free day, so she ran to her attic to paint, intending to use this to escape from the recent troubles. However, the effect was not very good. Although she was painting on the canvas, her mind could not concentrate on painting.

"Ah!" After coming to her senses again, she frowned and looked at the blurred blocks of color on the canvas. She wanted to pull the canvas into a ball and throw it on the ground, but quickly suppressed this idea. Finally, she just sighed softly, then took the canvas away and carefully put it aside.

Until the close-fitting male servant of her grandfather came to her side, Fran thought that today was another boring day.

"Someone wants to see me?"

After hearing the servant's report, Fran asked in surprise.

"Yes, Miss." The old servant next to her answered respectfully, "This young man came back with me all the way, bringing those famous paintings. He had nothing to do, but he suddenly asked to see you today?"

"Is that so?" The girl opened her eyes wide. She shook it gently and cutely.

Those paintings were secretly sent by her grandfather a few days ago. They were all good things he found in Italy. Fran played with them for several days and now has several paintings in her bedroom. She would admire and even copy them every night.

As for the origin of these paintings... Although neither grandpa nor the servants said it, Fran herself could guess it.

But so what? The point is... those paintings are really good! Nobles do not reject stealing, robbing or even killing, as long as they are done elegantly. Fran is also from a noble family.

So Fran never asked a word, maintaining a smart and confused innocence.

And now. The man who came back with the old servant actually came to visit on his own initiative, and to visit herself?

This is really strange.

The girl was a little confused.

"Did he not get the due reward when he came back with you?" Although she was full of doubts. But she still asked the old servant with a puzzled look, her appearance was as refreshing and bright as usual.

"How could that be? The master had already said that he would pay him, and we have already paid him." The old servant replied quickly.

"Then what else does he need to tell me?" Fran continued to ask.

"This... Sorry, Miss. I don't know either." The servant smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I wouldn't have bothered you with this. If he hadn't come with the gentleman's business card, I wouldn't have bothered you at all. Otherwise, since you are very busy now, I will deal with him myself and coax him back..."

"With the gentleman's business card?" Fran was even more surprised. "How did he get it?"

"I don't know about this. But he seems to work at the French News Agency. So maybe he got the gentleman's business card from there..." The old servant replied.

Fran frowned slightly.

He was commissioned to smuggle the famous paintings looted by the Marquis of Treville back to the country, and he also holds his brother's business card. No matter how you look at it, he is a person who is deeply involved with his family.

Although I don't know what he wants to do, it doesn't matter if I meet him. Anyway, I'm bored now.

"It's okay, just let me see him. It's rare for him to come, I have to entertain him..." Fran said to the old servant with a smile.

"Haha, Miss is just soft-hearted..." The old servant sighed slightly, as if he also regarded her as his granddaughter, "Then please wait a moment, I will call him in for you."

"Thank you for your hard work~~"

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He is really good-looking, he can be a model, but it's a pity that he is not as good-looking as his brother.

This was the first thought that flashed through Fran's mind when she saw this handsome young man with short light golden hair, pale blue eyes, and a neat double-breasted black coat in the reception room.

The young man was stunned after seeing Fran, and then immediately bowed deeply.

"Ezreal Walter, it's an honor to meet you, Miss de Treville."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Walter." Fran also returned the greeting happily, without any neglect or disrespect because the other party's surname did not have the suffix "de". "Thank you for your hard work for our family..."

"I'm glad to have the opportunity to serve you." After receiving such a polite response from the girl, Ezreal Walter raised his head and looked at Fran.

Fran could see that his smile seemed to be the kind of happiness from the heart.

"I hope that the compensation we pay you will satisfy you. Of course, if you think it is not enough, we can discuss it again," Fran said to the young man with a smile.

"No, don't worry, I'm not here because I'm dissatisfied with the reward. In fact, your grandfather and brother have already provided me with a generous reward, and even gave me the opportunity to come to such a beautiful girl..." The handsome blond young man's tone was a little trembling, "Please believe that when I have the opportunity to serve you, I will do it with 100,000 enthusiasm. Regardless of whether there are other rewards, your smile when looking at these paintings is the biggest reward..."

What's wrong with this person? I haven't seen him before, why did he say such frivolous words as soon as we met? Does he think that he can pursue me with such words?

Also, how did he know that the consigned items were paintings? Did he want to use this secret to blackmail me?

No, it doesn't look like that...

The girl's mind instantly turned so many thoughts, but her face was still quite innocent and ignorant.

"You are so embarrassed to say that. Those paintings were brought from Italy by my grandfather at a huge cost. I should cherish them... Anyway, thank you, Mr. Walter. Our family can remember those who helped him."

The original text can be read in the Six # 9 @Book/Bar!

If it really comes out, although it may not damage my grandfather's status, it will definitely damage his reputation. At this time, this is definitely not a good thing, the girl thought secretly in her heart.

This is absolutely not okay.

"Spend a huge price? I'm afraid it may not be the case..." The young man smiled bitterly, "The one who really spent a huge price for this may be someone else?"

"What do you mean?" Fran opened her eyes wide and looked at the young man in confusion.

She really doesn't understand. Why should I say these things to make her unhappy? Hasn't the army been like this since ancient times? What can I blame her for?

Looking at the pair of blue eyes, the young man thought.

"Oh, nothing, I just said that it was very hard for us to bring them all the way here..." Ezreal Walter smiled bitterly and shook his head, "However, since you are satisfied with those paintings, then your grandfather's hard work is worth it... Miss Treville,"

Hmm? Not here to blackmail? What does he want to do?

Fran was even more confused, so she decided to test him directly.

"You came to me today, but I was surprised, but I am also very happy, sir, thank you~" Fran said with a smile, "People who come to visit our house are either looking for grandpa or my brother. You are the first one who directly said you are looking for me."

"Those people are really blind. They don't understand who is the treasure of this family." Ezreal replied.

Although this was a compliment from the heart, it did not make Fran happy at all.

"My brother is a very remarkable person. Everyone knows that he has a bright future. He is the pillar of my family." Fran answered half jokingly and half seriously.

"Oh, your brother certainly has a bright future." The young man nodded, with some inexplicable meaning on his face, "He is an amazing man. But we all know that people who stand higher than others have bigger shadows on the ground."

"What do you mean?" Fran glanced at the young man with some dissatisfaction, "I don't allow you to speak ill of this man in his home?"

"I am a reporter, this is just my professional habit..." After being glared at by Fran, the young man hurriedly apologized, "I guess you have heard that I am a reporter working for your brother's French News Agency."

"Then you can't secretly disparage your employer, right? And in In front of his sister. "Flan was still a little dissatisfied, but this dissatisfaction was wisely kept at the level of "girlish venting", "Not to mention, you were able to visit this family with the help of his business card..."

"Of course I am very grateful for this." Izrael Walter replied with a smile, as if he also found Fran's slight anger very cute, "So I will continue to serve him. But... you also know that reporters are the gathering of curiosity. Before being hired by your brother, I was very interested in certain aspects of this country, so I have been observing it. "

"This is really a good professional habit." Fran complimented casually, while thinking about when to drive this person away.

But, wait, maybe he really knows something else?

Flan suddenly had this thought. (To be continued...)