Flowers, Swords and France

When the "lady" who called herself Cecilia responded to his greeting subconsciously, Charles knew that his guess was completely correct. \u0026{}

Moreover, this "lady" had obviously discovered that he had revealed a fatal flaw. Although his face was painted with powder, Charles still found that his face became even paler at this moment.

However, he quickly regained his composure.

"You recognized the wrong person, sir?" He said coldly.

Even Charles couldn't help but secretly admire this man's calmness.

However, he showed a smile of confidence on his face.

"Oh? Really? Then, can you untie the scarf around your neck?"

"Why should I listen to you..." The other party replied in a low voice, and then suddenly turned around and ran.

Well, as long as I can sneak out of this mansion while I am not prepared, I can deny it no matter what happens later. This is indeed the best response now, right? Charles nodded lightly, and then followed behind calmly.

In the corridor of the mansion, Viscount Alex de Lautrec ran forward in a panic, almost bumping into the servants and guests he passed by several times, causing a small commotion. Although the skirt she was wearing greatly affected his running speed, he still ran to the door quickly.

At this time, he was rarely panicked, full of a sense of crisis.

As long as he could escape... As long as he could escape... I would never play so big again next time! He prayed secretly in his heart.

However, when he just ran to the door. He found that the owner of this place, Miss Catalina de Perriette, was already guarding there with several servants.

"Miss de Lautrec, it's a bit rude to leave without saying hello to the master?" She smiled at the lady who was running all the way.

Viscount Lautrec couldn't help but stop and looked at the opposite side with wide eyes.

Should he rush in? Or should he find another route? He hesitated a little in his heart... It would be better if he had brought weapons beforehand!

"Stop! Madam!" Charles finally caught up with him from behind and blocked his way back. "You took my things and just want to leave like this? Please give it back to me?"

Hmm? What does this mean? Viscount Toulouse was slightly stunned.

"Catherine, thank you for helping me catch this thief!" Charles thanked Miss Blue Stockings again, "Really. She is so beautiful but she still wants to be a thief!"

Charles' explanation made Viscount Toulouse suddenly realize.

Obviously, this Treville deliberately told Miss Blue Stockings that she had stolen his things. Only then did he get the other party's help to arrest him together - that is, he did not intend to make his secret public, at least not yet.

When he thought of this. He was not as anxious as before. He turned around and looked at the other party in confusion.

"Miss, please come with me..." Just like before, Charles still smiled, "Let's go to a secluded place to talk, you return the things to me, and let's not lose face..."

After getting the hint of "no one should lose face", Viscount Toulouse finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what the other party wanted to do. But at least it was not desperate now.

"Okay, sir." He stared at Charles. He spoke word by word.

Even now, he still used that kind of low false voice full of arrogance.

This is really...professional, Charles sneered in his heart.

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When they walked into a small room in the mansion, Viscount Toulouse was the first to speak.

"Mr. Treville, let's pretend that what happened today never happened." He raised his chin and calmly suggested to Charles, "You don't care about my business, and I will never tell your business to others."

Charles looked at the other party with a smile, even at this time, his female dress still seemed to have some charm.

"My business? What's the matter?"

"Hmph, do you think I can't see it? The person who came with you today is not Miss de Treville at all, right?" Viscount Toulouse-Lautrec has changed his voice to his original one, but the arrogance in it has not diminished a bit, "You brought your lover to such an occasion, shouldn't you keep it a secret?"

Charles pondered and did not answer.

"So, I think we'd better pretend that nothing happened." Seeing that Charles seemed to be a little shaken, Viscount Toulouse-Lautrec felt relieved a lot, "Don't worry, I promise..."

At this time, Charles suddenly spoke, his tone calm and oppressive.

"I say, you still haven't figured out the situation?"

"Hmm?"

"What secrets do you know about me? My lover and I came here to have fun, but so what?" Charles sneered, "Even if you tell this to others, there may be some commotion in the outside world, but in general, it will only add a romantic affair to our relationship... But what about you? If your secret is exposed... Haha, Mr. Alex de Lautrec, who originally had a promising future, will definitely be finished! Don't you realize the seriousness of the problem now?"

Although the consequences would definitely not be so easy if it were exposed, at least Charles would not let it go at his own discretion, but this did not prevent him from downplaying it in order to attack the opponent's psychological defense.

Sure enough, after listening to his words, Viscount Lautrec opened his eyes slightly.

He knew that Charles was right, because the tolerance for romantic affairs in the upper class was so high that if Charles's affairs were exposed, it would not do much damage to his reputation and future. In the final analysis, Who doesn’t do this? It is a rare thing not to be a philanderer.

But for him, it was different. Once the problem of cross-dressing is exposed, his future, his reputation, everything about him... will disappear directly from this society, and no one will show mercy. All he got was contempt and ridicule.

Why on earth would I take the risk? At this moment, his heart was suddenly filled with immense regret.

"I...I don't want this either." He suddenly covered his face with his hands, as if he was about to cry. "My father has had high expectations for me since I was a child. He always treated me very harshly. He wanted me to inherit the family business, join the army, and become a successful person... He was so strict... so strict... So when I was a child, I found that when I put on If you pretend to be a girl for a while, you can feel more relaxed, but then it becomes... a habit... Sir, can't you be more tolerant? "

"Even if you say so, I can't..."

Just as Ciel was about to answer, he found that the opponent's fist had already been swung towards him.

So cruel! Ciel hurriedly backed away. Dodged the punch.

However, the next punch soon followed. Ciel quickly stretched out his hand to block it.

Do you want to knock yourself out and then take him hostage to escape from the mansion? A good idea indeed.

Ciel sneered inwardly while dodging the opponent's attacks.

only. You underestimate me.

Two people come and go. After a brief fight with fists, there was a heavy knock on the door. Seeing that there was no point in continuing to fight, Viscount Lautrec had no choice but to stop his hand.

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He looked at Ciel viciously.

"It's a bit more powerful than I thought, but if I hadn't been wearing a skirt tonight, you wouldn't have been able to beat me."

"Oh, maybe." Ciel shrugged, trying to look relaxed. to be honest. I haven't exercised for a long time, and my sensitivity now is indeed not as good as it was in middle school.

The door was quickly knocked open. Several people looked at Charles in panic, "Sir, are you okay?"

"Oh, it's okay." Charles shrugged again, "I just had a cordial exchange with this lady for a while..."

The servants looked at the two men in disheveled clothes, suddenly showed expressions of realization, and then quickly excused themselves and left.

After they closed the door again, Ciel looked at each other with a smile again.

"Now, I suppose you have no other choice?"

"Okay, what do you want!" Viscount Lautrec said coldly. His eyes were full of hatred. If he had a gun at this moment, he would probably have fired.

"What should I do?" Charles still smiled, then took a pen and a small notepad from the table next to him and threw them in front of him. "Write a few sentences for me."

"What do you mean?" Viscount Lautrec was confused.

"It's not interesting. As long as you are willing to write these few sentences, I can let you go tonight and pretend that nothing has happened." Charles replied with a smile.

"What are you writing about?" Viscount Lautrec simply picked up the notebook and pen, then walked to the table and sat down.

"Write as I say." Charles' tone was very calm, even a little leisurely, "The first sentence is 'I, Viscount Alex de Lautrec, am a disgusting and perverted transvestite, and have been Been addicted to this for years'.

Viscount Lautrec raised his head, and the anger burning in his eyes seemed to be able to turn into reality.

"Please write quickly," Charles was not moved at all, still smiling, "I'm afraid there isn't much time left for you."

After looking at each other for a moment, as if he had despaired of the situation, Viscount Lautrec lowered his head again with a face full of resentment, and then wrote down one stroke at a time.

According to what Charles dictated, Viscount Lautrec wrote this confession and signed his name at the end.

When he handed it over as requested, Ciel took it extremely defensively, and then scanned it quickly while remaining vigilant.

"I, Vicomte Alex de Lautrec, am a disgusting and perverted transvestite, and have been addicted to it for many years..." He deliberately read one side in order to take revenge for the other party's previous ridicule, and Vicomte Lautrec's expression was mixed with extreme resentment, pain and annoyance, which made his happiness increase several times.

When Charles finished reading slowly, he carefully put the page into his pocket.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Now you can go back." He bowed slightly and saluted the other party, "Beautiful Madam de Lautrec."

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After the two reached an agreement, Charles found Miss Blue Stockings and told her that the female thief had already returned the items and he decided not to pursue the case for the sake of grace.

Lady Blue Stockings, who had been informed by the servant, laughed at Charles for taking advantage of others (in a sense, she was right), but since Charles himself did not want to pursue the matter, she let the "female thief" go. Viscount de Lautrec fled the mansion quickly with an expression that he did not know how to describe.

Then, Charles also found Matilda and took her back with him.

In the carriage, Matilda was still very excited about her experience today.

"Charles, I really did come to the right place! The owner here is indeed as hospitable as the rumors say, and the guests also have their own ideas. It's great to be able to come and play once! Especially that lady, well, you should know who I mean, right? She is really an interesting person. She seems to be quite familiar with English literature and has a lot of insights. You really should listen to her!"

Then, she repeated the words of the "lady" to Charles again.

Cold, sharp, but unexpectedly profound, it is really that person's style. As Charles listened, he laughed inwardly.

"Indeed, he is an interesting person." Charles nodded and clenched the paper in his pocket. (To be continued...)

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