Flowers, Swords and France

It is difficult to describe the expression of the Minister at this moment. Is it anger, surprise, panic, or something else? Ciel couldn't imagine his mood at this time. A man is having an affair with his mistress and is about to reach the climax when his daughter interrupts him. How would he feel?

Ciel didn't know, and honestly didn't want to know.

"Ma...Matilda," this extremely embarrassing silence lasted for a while before it was finally broken by the Minister. Although his face was full of embarrassment, he still adjusted his pajamas slightly to cover his naked body. Chest, forced a smile and asked his daughter, "Why are you here? Do you want to see daddy for anything?"

In an instant, he had changed his attitude, and he was no longer as angry as before - it was almost like a father facing his daughter, but rather as if he was afraid of Matilda.

Then, he finally saw Ciel standing behind him, and then gave him an angry glance, as if he wanted to vent his anger on him, blaming him for betraying him.

"Dad, I have something urgent to see you, so please don't be angry with Mr. Treville," Matilda explained to Charles before he could speak, "Let's go back now. "

"What's going on?" The minister felt something unusual from his daughter's attitude.

"Could it be...could it be..."

Matilda nodded slightly, then made a gesture, and then the minister's face instantly turned pale.

"Oh my god...oh my god...how could it be! How is this happening? Aren't you doing well recently?"

Matilda didn't answer, just looked at her father quietly.

"Well, well, let's get back quickly, Matilda, without losing any time," the minister murmured with forced composure, and then he turned and walked back into the room.

Not long after, the minister came out again, but this time he was already dressed. His expression became much more natural, and he was no longer as embarrassed as before - of course, it was only on the surface.

"Let's go! Matilda!" He shouted, and then walked all the way to the stairs.

But Matilda did not rush to leave behind her father. Then he suddenly walked forward again, and then took a deep look into the room.

Then, she left the door, and Ciel followed her, walking downstairs together.

Before leaving, she seemed to have remembered something and glanced at Ciel next to her.

"Sorry, Mr. Treville, our family has made you laugh again..."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's a normal thing," Charles replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

"Thank you very much." Matilda smiled reluctantly, suddenly. She sighed softly. "She's not as pretty as I thought she would be."

"Then what are you going to do with her?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"How else can I deal with it? I can only pretend that I haven't seen it." Matilda smiled bitterly, "It's not her fault. Even if it wasn't her, dad would find someone else. That's how my dad is. people……"

"I thought you were angry?" Charles was a little surprised by her answer.

"Of course I am angry, but what's the use of being angry? When the father makes a mistake, the children can only watch from the side." Matilda replied calmly. "He's still my father after all, isn't he?"

"This is a more rational idea." Charles nodded.

"It's just helpless." After saying that, Matilda smiled bitterly again, then turned around and left, boarding the carriage.

Charles watched her leave, thinking about what would happen if Count Dilion really died. What impact will it have on the political world and the Dilion family?

"Monsieur de Treville?"

Just as he was about to leave, another timid greeting suddenly came from behind.

Charles turned around and saw that it was Miss Melissa Dureau.

This rather beautiful young lady is now dressed, but she still looks so pitiful. His hair was also a little messy, and he looked really miserable.

"Sir...has sir left already?"

"Yes, he's gone." Charles replied gently.

"The young lady who came just now must be his relative, right?" Melissa smiled awkwardly, "Judging from her age, she should be his daughter?"

"Well, yes, that's right."

"What a disaster, my daughter actually came to the door..." After hearing his answer, Melissa's face became paler and she smiled bitterly, "Sir, I guess he won't come here for a while. ?”

"Probably," Charles nodded, "But you don't have to be sad. I guess after this period of work is over, he will probably have time to come see you again..."

"But how can I still have the dignity to stay with my husband now?" Tears appeared in the corners of Melissa's eyes, "People like us can only please our benefactor by hiding in the dark. Once we are exposed in the light, we will There’s no point in existing anymore, is there?”

She lowered her head, her face was extremely pale, and she was obviously very depressed.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Charles with eyes full of expectation, "Mr. Treville, I... what should I do next? I'm afraid a filthy woman like me can only go to hermitage." Right?"

She sobbed as she spoke, "Oh God, how could you be so cruel to me? I have found a fairly reliable destination, but I have to... encounter such a disaster... Have you destined me to suffer for the rest of my life?"

Charles listened quietly to the other party's tearful confession without saying a word.

He spoke softly only after the other party had cried for a long time.

"Don't worry, Miss Duro, I will not despise you because of your identity, because I never judge others on morality. You are a smart and beautiful girl, Miss, I don't think you are born to do this job. If you have a similar identity to Matilda, you certainly won't do these things..."

"Thank you, sir!" After hearing what Charles said, Melissa smiled slightly, as if she was happy that the other party could understand her. But soon her face froze again.

"But, correspondingly. I will not easily sympathize with you, and I will not be used by you because I pity your situation..." Charles said with a smile, "If you plan to take this opportunity to change branches and continue to live, I think you need to find another candidate..."

The sadness on Melissa's face slowly disappeared. Her eyes first turned into surprise, and soon turned into anger. The cold expression seemed to have changed into a different person. But Charles still smiled.

"How are you better than me? It's just that you are lucky and born in a good family!" She said this hatefully, then turned around and walked back to the living room quickly.

Charles followed in slowly, and then found that Miss Du Luo was hurriedly packing up.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

"Haven't you seen it? I have to change places." Melissa replied coldly, "I can't stay here anymore. What else can I do if I don't leave early?"

At this time, she was no longer too lazy to hide herself in front of Charles. So her attitude was very sharp.

"You don't have to worry so much. Miss De-Dillieon doesn't intend to do anything to you." Charles found a sofa and sat down.

"Huh, am I worried about her?" Melissa laughed sarcastically and put the jewelry into a small box. "I'm just worried about your minister."

"How should I say that?"

"Isn't it obvious? You are a government official... They deliberately didn't say it, but can't I guess it?" Melissa had packed up the jewelry and carefully put on her silk gloves. "They look so embarrassed, it can only be that something big happened at home, or maybe the old count has a big problem... If I don't leave now, do I have to tie myself to the sinking ship?"

"How about staying with him?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"Why? Waste your youth... huh?" Melissa suddenly raised her head. She looked at Charles with some doubts.

Slowly, she calmed down.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want you to stay by his side," Charles answered word by word, "and at some point, tell me what he is planning and other things."

"He is your boss." Melissa stared at Charles.

"Yes."

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"He is your accomplice."

"Well, you can say that for the time being." Charles answered very straightforwardly. "But what about this?"

Melissa still looked at Charles, then suddenly raised her hand, pointed at Charles, and laughed hysterically.

"Hahahahaha... Look, look! How are these stinky nobles better than us? Their hands are much dirtier than ours. Hahahaha!"

Charles let the other party laugh wildly until the laughter slowly subsided, and then he spoke leisurely.

"Since you are a smart man, I don't need to say much. We cooperate and each gets what we need. I will pay you afterwards. Everything is so simple and clear."

"What if I don't do it?" Melissa asked back.

"Of course you don't have to do it. You can even go and tell Mr. Dillion. These are all your freedom." Charles shrugged, "But I don't think you are the kind of person who will easily waste opportunities. Or..." Charles looked at Melissa with interest, "Actually, you really love this man who is old enough to be your father, and don't want to do anything to let him down?"

"Love?" Melissa raised her eyebrows sarcastically, and then laughed again, "Love? Hahahaha!"

"In that case, can I assume that you agree with my proposal?"

"Huh, what are you going to give me?" Melissa slowly restrained her smile and looked at Charles seriously.

"It depends on what you want."

"I want money, enough to make me live comfortably for a long time." Melissa lowered her head, as if she was estimating the number. After a moment, she raised her head again, "Three hundred thousand francs, as long as you can give me such a sum of money, I will do anything. And I can keep it secret for the rest of my life and never say a word more."

"This number is not a small number..." Charles pondered for a while, then estimated it, and finally he nodded, "But I can afford it..."

"I have another request." Melissa suddenly said.

"Tell me, but being too greedy is not a good thing."

"I want to be a noble! You want me to be a noble!" Melissa said in a low voice.

"Hmm?"

"A famous family like your de Treville family has been intermarrying with other nobles for generations, and there must be many relatives everywhere, so as long as you are willing to make up an identity for me and introduce me to the upper class, then I will be a real noble, right? With your introduction as a pass, what is the difference between me and other nobles?" Melissa said hurriedly, "As long as you all say I am a noble. Then how can I not be a noble?"

"Puff!" After hearing her request, Charles couldn't help laughing. "Didn't you despise the nobles just now? Why are you making such a request now?"

"Yes, I still despise you now, but I still want to be a noble, what's wrong? Can't I?" Melissa sneered, with a flash of excitement in her eyes, "Am I worse than any of you? Those silly ladies can be nobles, why can't I be? I also want to walk on your red carpet with dignity! I don't believe in natural blood. As long as there is a chance, I am no different from you!"

As she spoke. Charles' expression became more and more serious. He looked at the other person quietly, as if thinking about something. .

Looking at Charles in deep thought, Melissa sneered again, "What? Want to do big things but don't want to give a suitable reward? It doesn't matter. You can refuse me, and everyone can pretend that nothing happened. I will continue to pack my things and leave here, and I will never tell others what you said today... Tell me, yes or no? I am in a hurry and don't have time to wait for you."

"Okay." After thinking for a while. Charles nodded gently. "I can fulfill your wish, as long as you make enough efforts."

"Very good." After waiting for a satisfactory answer, Melissa smiled slightly, "Then, I will serve you now, Mr. de Treville."

Then. She added, "I will work hard to serve you in order to get the reward you promised, but...if you regret it at that time, no one will have a good life."

"Don't worry, I will never do that. I am always generous to my own people." Charles replied. "Although your request is difficult, it is not impossible."

-If you have not been buried by me by then.

He added in his heart.

"Then, why don't you stay here tonight?"

Melissa gently took off her silk gloves, and then her soft and delicate hands gently stroked Charles' hands, and her tone suddenly became very light, as if whispering in his ear.

"Anyway, he definitely won't be back tonight..."

This...

"No, miss." Charles quickly withdrew his hand, "I think we are calm and pragmatic partners, so it's better not to mix too much with other things..."

"You are really a boring person..." Melissa curled her lips upwards, as if mocking, "Is it because you really don't like to have fun, or because you are afraid of angering the duke's daughter? Have you started to keep your chastity for her before you get married?"

"It's none of your business!" Charles frowned slightly.

It seems that this woman has long regarded herself as a backup seduction target, so she has already investigated herself.

She is really an extraordinary woman, and she should not be underestimated.

"This has nothing to do with you," Charles stood up immediately, "Anyway, since you have agreed to my request, we are friends now, and I sincerely hope that everything goes well for you..."

"Don't worry, I have already figured out your minister's background, and he can't escape from my palm. Whenever you want to deal with him or dig out some privacy from him, just tell me." Melissa made a guarantee first, then glanced at Charles, "Of course... the premise is that you must pay the promised reward."

"Very good, no problem." Charles smiled and nodded.

"Then, goodbye."