Flowers, Swords and France

"Sir, we've arrived!"

After traveling for an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped before the trail. The driver yelled at the two sleepy young men behind him.

His roar instantly woke up Charles and Albert.

Perhaps because he often wandered around the streets and alleys, Albert was in better spirits than Charles at this late night moment. He cheered up, pinched Charles's hand, and then jumped down on his own.

"Ciel, I really hope our trip tonight isn't in vain!"

"Yeah, I hope so..." Ciel also sighed.

He didn't know whether the other party was married or not, or even whether the person he was going to meet next was his aunt. However, even if the chance is very slim, he must try.

He had already made up his mind, if so it would be best; if not, then apologize immediately and leave.

After telling the coachman to wait here - of course, he gave him a lot of money in addition - the two of them carefully walked forward along the path, trying to run in without making as much noise as possible.

The manor seemed undefended. Apart from some small woods, there was only a fence that separated the manor from the outside countryside. It was simply too easy to run in. With the help of the clear moonlight, the two young men carefully crossed the low fence, and then slowly walked into the manor on the grass while looking around.

They have to be careful because it is indeed risky. There must be some tenants or servants in the manor, and according to the usual style in the French countryside, it is impossible for them to not have guns for hunting. If someone accidentally shot someone because he sneaked in, wouldn't it be too unfair?

"Who are you? Put your hands up!"

Just after they marched cautiously for a while, suddenly there was a loud shout from the front.

The two of them stopped quickly.

Then, like a ghost. A figure suddenly appeared from the shadows in the woods.

He has a well-proportioned figure and a very solemn facial expression, which is the result of the fusion of strength and vigilance. On his square head, he has thick black hair that is not well combed. He is obviously the kind of person who doesn't pay much attention to his appearance.

Although it is still early autumn. But he was wearing a long coat, maybe to hide his weapons? In the brief moment of looking at each other, Ciel found that this man was strong and had a cruel and dangerous aura in his eyes. However, this is not the most important thing. On top of that...he had a gun in his hand.

"No one moves!" The man stared at the two of them with a heart-stopping gaze, while slowly walking over, and then stopped after reaching a certain distance. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Charles held his cane tightly. The feeling that his life was being threatened was so uncomfortable that his breathing became slightly rapid. However, he soon regained his composure.

"We are here to visit the owner here! We don't mean any harm!" he replied in a low voice.

After hearing his answer, the other party showed a mocking smile, this smile. It actually looked a little ferocious when placed on his face. Perhaps only those who have experienced life and death for a long time can have that ferocious smile.

"Oh? You come here to visit the master late at night like this? Do you have an appointment, gentlemen?"

At this time, when the moonlight is the brightest, the moon hanging high in the sky makes everything in the world seem crystal clear. It's almost like being in the early morning.

Maybe it was Ciel's illusion, but Ciel always felt that his hand on the trigger seemed to be tighter.

"Really! I didn't lie!" Ciel increased his volume.

Although he was very calm on the surface, Ciel was still quite nervous inside - it would be too funny if he accidentally died in a place like this.

"I am Charles de Treville, the grandson of the late Duke de Nordlien. I heard by chance that his daughter, my aunt Mademoiselle de Nordlien, stayed here recently. . That’s why I came to visit on the spur of the moment... Please forgive me, because she has not been in the country for many years... Sir, can you tell me if I have found the wrong person? Rescue me immediately and I won’t cause you any trouble!”

Perhaps it was Charles's misunderstanding. When he mentioned the surname "De Treville", a trace of evil spirit suddenly flashed across the other person's face, almost as if he was about to shoot. But after hearing what Charles said later, his expression slowly relaxed.

"Oh? So you are the young lady's nephew?" He still looked at Charles suspiciously.

"Yes! It's me!" A burst of ecstasy suddenly surged into Charles's heart, and he almost shouted, "The person next to me is my good friend."

First, she was indeed right; second, she was not married yet.

Very good.

"Why should I believe you?" His cold words finally calmed him down a little.

"Of course you don't have to believe it, but this kind of thing can be easily confirmed, can't it?" Charles raised his head and stared at the other party, "Please bring me to her. Isn't everything obvious? ? If I lie, there is no reason for her not to even know her nephew... Sir, I just haven't seen her in many years, so I just want to meet her as soon as possible, so I took the risk of running here late at night... "

After looking at each other for a moment, Ciel lowered his gaze.

"If you dare to play tricks, I will let you both die." He said viciously, "You walk in front and follow my instructions!"

The two of them, Charles, obeyed his order and then followed his instructions and walked into the manor.

Along the ravine below the vineyard, there was a tree-lined path. They walked along the path together, and there was almost no sound around them.

At the end of the path, among the linden trees, they saw a house. This stone house stands on the highest platform. In front of the house are arched steps covered with grapevines. It looked as old as a long-gone dynasty. The house is surrounded by grape trellises and pomegranate trees, almost hiding the entire house.

After the two men reached the bottom of the steps, the other party ordered them to stop and whistled.

Then, another man with a gun came out of the mansion. Looking at the two young men with the same serious and dangerous expression.

"Stay here and don't move!" He scolded the two of them, then walked up the steps, leaving his companions to look after them.

It was obvious that he was about to inform his master of the uninvited arrival of two young men. If it goes well, Ciel can get what he wants, but if it doesn't go well...

In the evening breeze of early autumn. The two young men stood upright at the foot of the steps, as if they were pilgrims, daring not to move.

"Charles, it's all your fault! No one told me beforehand that it would be so dangerous!" Albert sighed gloomily and bent down, as if he was very depressed.

Ciel knew. He was ready to take out his gun from his arms, and he himself was ready to run for his life if the situation turned against him.

"Don't worry, my friend, everything will be all right," he comforted Albert, gently twiddling his cane.

"If it hadn't been for your sudden idea, I could have slept comfortably in bed now, Charles." Albert continued to complain, of course, in fact, it was just to paralyze the person who was looking after him. "I hope you're lucky!"

"I also think I will be lucky, because..." Ciel's words suddenly stopped.

Albert glanced at Charles suspiciously, and then found him looking up intently. He quickly followed Ciel's gaze.

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The door had opened quietly, and as far as he could see, two people were walking down the steps towards them.

One is the man who escorted them in just now, and the other is a woman.

This woman looked to be about thirty years old and very beautiful. But what's even more impressive is her smile. Her eyes were half-lidded because of the smile on her face. This smile is so contagious. So much so that she looks younger than she actually is - of course, she is still quite young. The face has no wrinkles, white and smooth.

She was wearing a gray skirt, but the hem was relatively short, only reaching the heels, so a little white stockings were exposed, which looked a bit dazzling in the moonlight. She wore a yarmulke on her head, and some gray hair peeked out from the gap in the hat.

Although this look is not fashionable, it is at least normal. What really surprised Albert...

As if to avoid the light, she held a small parasol. Even though there was only unclear moonlight in the sky, the delicate and complicated patterns of the silk lace seemed to be able to be revealed. Her slender hands were holding the thin umbrella handle, making it look increasingly crystal clear.

Just like that, with such a smile, this woman walked towards the two young men step by step, as if she were a noble lady walking in the Bois de Boulogne at dusk.

But...it's night! What is above our heads is not the sun but the moon! My dear lady!

A huge sense of absurdity suddenly rose in Albert's heart, and he couldn't help but reprimanded in his heart.

That's right, he suddenly felt as if he was off the stage, enjoying an exaggerated drama.

However, judging from Ciel's expression, he concluded that this was the person Ciel was looking for.

This man and his relatives are indeed quite strange.

After sighing, Albert could only come to this conclusion in his mind.

However, Charles was completely unable to take into account what Albert was thinking at this time.

He could no longer take his eyes off the person in front of him.

Yes, this dress, this smile, and this appearance, everything was just as he wished. There is absolutely no mistake, this is his sister-in-law, Mademoiselle Agnes de Nordlien.

I really didn't expect that even though ten years have passed, she can still be almost unchanged from the past.

As she walked down step by step, the smile on her face became thicker. When she was still a few steps away from Ciel, she finally stopped and looked at Ciel carefully.

The two of them looked at each other.

An indescribable feeling suddenly filled Charles' heart.

After a while, Charles finally calmed down and wanted to say hello to the other party. But just as he moved his mouth, he found that he couldn't speak at all.

Will she forget me? After all, I have grown so much in ten years... It would not be surprising if she really can't recognize me. Charles felt a little uneasy.

But soon, his uneasiness was swept away. Because...

"Charles, long time no see." The woman opposite greeted him gently.

Her voice was still as crisp as before, and with a nasal tone that seemed to be mocking, and the kind of indifference that seemed to see through everything.

Well, it hasn't changed at all...

As if he had regained his memory, Charles' face also showed the same bittersweet smile as before.

Then, he bowed down and saluted her.

"Long time no see, Agnes."