Flowers, Swords and France

"National Guard?" After hearing Charles's question, the young Duke Treville was not very surprised. He just looked at each other with his son. "Why do you want to ask this?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." Charles protracted meaningfully, "I've heard some bad news recently, so I plan to confirm with you and learn about the latest trends in the vigilante group."

"Knowing the latest trends? What do you mean, Charles, don't tell us in such a roundabout way, just tell us directly." His cousin couldn't help laughing, "We have already closed the door, you Why do you act like a politician?"

"Well, the actual situation is that I heard recently that some people are spreading some dangerous ideas in the Self-Defense Forces... some dangerous ideas that are not good for the current regime." Charles smiled and said it directly.

"Huh? How is that possible?" The little Duke was a little confused, "Is there anyone still speaking for the mob inside now? Who is it?"

His reaction was understandable - before and after suppressing the mob riots in the bloody June of 1848, the National Guard carried out several purges and had already eliminated the dangerous elements (also *ten thousand≡ Shu*ba ≠ Xiao* said.nsb.m (radicals and republicans) had been completely eliminated. He could not imagine that there would still be some people who slipped through the net and spread evil revolutionary thoughts in it. As a senior officer of the National Guard, Duke Philippe de Treville Jr. naturally also made great efforts in purging dangerous elements. That's why he was so surprised by Ciel's words.

"No. That's not what I meant." Charles waved his hand, "I'm just worried that some people want to use the self-defense forces to deal with us - that is, the president. And my group."

After hearing this obvious answer from Charles, the young duke looked at his son again in shock. "you mean……?"

"Yes, the president and I are a little worried now. We are afraid that someone will use the National Guard to cause trouble and threaten... well, the operation of the existing government." Charles nodded and continued. "I'm not just imagining things. According to some credible intelligence, there are indeed some people inciting rebellion in the garrison and self-defense forces in Paris..."

Now his cousin understood.

"Are you doubting our commander?" His eyes flickered. As if wondering what Charles and the others were thinking, "Is General Changarnier not to your liking?"

"It can't be said that we will not be able to tolerate him...it's just that he needs to cooperate with us more smoothly..." Charles still smiled, "Otherwise, judging from the current situation, it will be worrying no matter what. "Oh..." the little Duke responded meaningfully. "Charles. I have only been in the Self-Defense Forces, so I don't know very well. Is General Changarnier really that unruly now?"

"More than rebellious? He didn't listen to any of our suggestions at all, so it was a polite discussion." Charles shook his head, "Since he rejected the olive branch we handed over, he had to accept the free offer we handed over. Gloves are gone - in a country, the situation of inconsistent government orders is intolerable, and he must understand who is in charge now. "

This obvious expression made his cousin understand. The determination of the Bonapartists to get rid of General Changarnier and his supporters was already unshakable.

"So what do you need from us?"

"Don't move yet, patiently collect their current movements inside. Especially look at the officers to see who are determined to fight against us and who are just casually agreeing. This is very important to us, because we It is impossible to eliminate everyone..."...

In other words, if done correctly, the Treville family can save a large number of people in the new purge that is destined to come later, and gain their gratitude - and of course, get a large amount of money.

After receiving this almost explicit hint, the little Duke's eyes lit up.

"Then when do you plan to take action?"

"We can't rush now, we have to take it slow." Charles' tone was still calm and soothing, "You should do what you need to do now first."

"Okay, okay." The little Duke nodded repeatedly, "I will pay close attention to the movements in the Self-Defense Forces. If anyone really plans to launch a rebellion, we will report it to you at any time."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

After Charles finished speaking, he smiled at Charlotte next to him, indicating that he had finished talking.

To be honest, in the eyes of Louis Bonaparte and his confidants, they are not worried about the real reactionary rebellion from the Self-Defense Forces, because they all understand that as long as the regular army does not dispatch, the National Self-Defense Forces, which are essentially militia groups, will be difficult to Only relying on oneself to launch military operations.

The key was to secure the obedience of the regular army to Bonaparte - that was the only important job. Therefore, they can save their attention by leaving the task of keeping an eye on the Self-Defense Forces to other non-core supporters.

"Charles, I don't think you need to be too anxious now. Since Louis-Philippe's old dog is about to die now, the supporters of the Orleans faction will also be in chaos for the time being. They will not have the leisure to make any big trouble now. You You can deal with them calmly, so you don’t have to worry so much..." Charlotte comforted Ciel with a smile, and handed over her handkerchief, indicating to Ciel to wipe the sweat on his head, "At least have a good night tonight. Take a rest? I see you look very tired."

"Thank you." Charles smiled at Charlotte and took the handkerchief.

"Well, why don't you just rest here tonight?" The cousin agreed with his daughter, and then suddenly looked at his son next to him, "Philip, it's not an option for you to wander around like this all the time. I've been like this lately. If you’re busy, why don’t you come to the National Guard to help?”

Although the tone was inquiring, there was clearly no doubt in his father's eyes, so Phillip quickly nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Dad."

………………

After discussing with the Duke and his family, Charles took advantage of the opportunity when the servants came to clean up, and followed Philip into a smoking room next to the living room.

"Philip, what do you want to call me for?" Charles looked at his cousin with some confusion.

"Well, I'm here to apologize to you." Phillip shrugged.

"Apologise?" Charles was a little surprised. "Do you have anything to apologize to me for?"

Standing opposite him, Philip was wearing a black tuxedo and a beautiful blue tie. He was dressed smartly but without losing dignity. His smile was calm and gentle, plus he always had a nonchalant look on his face. He looked like a younger version of his father. Obviously, he must also be a person who likes to tell wisecracks and joke. His cheerful bunny look is too bright, and he is exactly the same as Albert.

Although they did not have close contact when they were young, Philip was still friendly to Charles at the time and did not interfere with his interactions with Charlotte.

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"It's nothing... I just want to tell you that I'm afraid your sister and I won't be able to get married..." He looked a little embarrassed, and the smile on his face became a little dry, "We don't have the same interests. …”

"Huh?" Charles still didn't understand, but there was a sudden burst of secret joy in his heart. “How do you say this?”…

"Hey... this is really hard to talk about. How should I put it..." The cousin sighed, "Anyway, I'm not saying your sister isn't beautiful. In fact, I think she is very beautiful. But, meeting her I met her several times, but I don’t know why. We couldn’t talk together at all. She was too serious and serious, and she never looked at me or looked at me. I feel like I don't know what to say... Maybe I want to talk about painting, but I don't understand it at all and I'm not interested. In short, we always run out of things to talk about after a few words. This is extremely uncomfortable. You think if we stay like this for decades, wouldn’t it drive people crazy? Let’s forget about it..."

Philip poured out his bitterness to Charles with a look of helplessness, "There's another one, brother, you make me feel so uncomfortable..."

"Me? What happened to me?"

"What else are you doing?" He raised his hand and patted Charles heavily on the shoulder, "Why do you have such great skills for nothing? You can do everything, and now you have climbed to such a high position. My father and grandfather used you as an example to spur me on every day, urging me to make progress quickly. , even Charlotte said that to me several times! But except for you, who is a weirdo, why do you have to ask me to do that? Dad is going to throw me into the self-defense army today, I must do something for the family... Do you think I should blame you for this? "

"Brother, you can't blame me, right? At your age, you can't just think about having fun all day long, right? You have to do something for the family..." Charles came back to his senses and patted himself. The other person's shoulder said, "Okay, okay, since your father has given the order, just listen carefully."

He didn't want to get married at all, he just wanted to have fun for a few more years.

At the same time, he gave up the opportunity to marry his sister, but he didn't seem to feel it was a pity.

What a blind fool. Ciel couldn't help but laugh in his heart. "As for the marriage, since you don't want to and she doesn't want to, then let's just cancel it and treat it as nothing. Anyway, it's not like you have to be together."

"That's it!" Philip agreed. You can tell my grandpa later, so that I can have an explanation..."

"Yes, I will." Ciel solemnly promised his cousin.

Seeing that his worries were gone, Phillip breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll treat you to a nice drink then!"

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he raised his head and looked at Ciel again, "By the way, Ciel, do you know a man named Ezreal Walter?"