Flowers, Swords and France

In order not to make people feel uneasy, Charles remained appropriately silent after the meeting that day. He did not say anything big or mention any reforms. Even when he occasionally attended department meetings, he only said some insignificant polite words, as if he was here just to occupy a good position.

Seeing Charles doing this, the officials secretly felt fortunate that they did not have to choose sides, so no one came to deliberately obstruct his official duties. As a result, everyone spent a few days together in a businesslike manner, allowing Charles to slightly integrate into this unfamiliar new environment.

After reluctantly settling down, Charles finally began to make a small change and began to invite some officials to dinner in the name of familiarizing himself with the work. Although everyone knew that Charles must have other intentions for doing this, because it was none of their business, and the Prime Minister Count Opul did not explicitly reprimand him, the other officials also pretended not to see it and let Charles do his private work.

So, Charles slowly began to contact the targets he had originally selected.

Today, Charles is still following the original plan. He invited another young official to his office for a chat. The sunlight from the sky shines through the glass onto the teacup, making the tea appear more red. The light and shadow interweave to create a half-bright and half-dark illusion.

He looked at his pocket watch and it was almost time.

Sure enough, there was a gentle knock at the door soon.

"Come in." He ordered calmly.

The door opened quickly. Charles' secretary walked in quietly, and behind him followed a person, who was the guest invited by Charles today - a section chief of the current investigation department of the Personnel Department. Viscount Alex Constantine de Lautrec.

Very punctual, great.

The secretary bowed and left directly, and soon only Charles and the visitor were left in the room. The two looked at each other with interest.

Unlike what Charles expected, the young man in front of him was not strong, but rather thin and slender, with pale skin, and his hands on the table had no scars or calluses. He was obviously the kind of person who sat indoors for a long time to work.

Although he was wearing a military uniform, he did not have the sharpness that many soldiers often had, but was humble like an intellectual. He had a chestnut-colored hair. It was combed very neatly, his facial features were very regular, his eyebrows were relatively thin, and he always had a gentle smile on his face. Such a smile. Although it can make people feel happy. But it does not seem humble. "Mr. de-Lautrec, good afternoon." Charles nodded and then pointed to the seat opposite his coffee table, "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. Please sit down."

"It is an honor to meet you, Mr. de-Treville." The young section chief looked back at Charles with a gentle smile. ""

Although the title is not high, the de-Lautrec family is indeed an ancient noble family, a branch of the Count of Foix family. In 1511, their ancestor Aude was promoted to Marshal of France by King Louis XII of France for his outstanding military achievements. For hundreds of years since then, this family has been in the army for generations, with only a slight interruption during the French Revolution.

After surviving the most dangerous period, after Napoleon launched a coup and appointed himself the First Consul, the Toulouse-Lautrec family fled to Genoa and followed Napoleon who came to attack Italy.