Flowers, Swords and France

While the carriage carrying the princess was still traveling through the maze of dilapidated streets, in the alleyway on the other side, another group of people were slowly walking towards the destination of the carriage.

They were dressed in different costumes and had different expressions, but everyone was silent. In this strange silence, there was an eerie sense of depression. Occasionally, there would be a cold flash of metal on their hands or in the gaps between their clothes, making the atmosphere even more depressing to the extreme.

The leaders were a man and a woman, but their eyes did not meet, they just walked forward alternately.

The man among them was Kong Ze, who was seconded to Albert by Charles and was currently shouldering an important mission.

He walked forward intently, as if he didn't notice anything else except the road in front of him. However, under his expressionless face, his thoughts were extremely active.

The reason why his thoughts became so active was right next to him, following him slowly and half a body length away.

Under the dim starlight, she was wearing a black dress and holding a tucked-in umbrella in her hand. She kept tapping the ground like a cane, making a dull and unpleasant sound.

Although he did not observe intentionally, Kong Ze could also see that her expression was very serious, which could even be described as harsh, and her eyes were shining with excitement or anger.

Although the other party didn't say a word, and even tried to hide himself, this expression, this sensitive yet skillful pace. It may not seem like much to others, but to Kong Ze, who has been a policeman for a long time, it smells of an extremely ominous criminal.

This princess. Probably going to commit a crime. Drawing on years of experience, he asserted in his mind.

Originally, he didn't need to care about this kind of thing. He is no longer a policeman and has no obligation to stop crimes - not to mention that his employer originally ordered him to cooperate with any actions of this young lady, but... a subtle feeling, He had to retain some doubts in his heart.

——Mr. de Treville, what are you worried about about her?

This silent march. It lasted for a long time, and then, in the middle of an alley. Kong Ze stopped.

Then, he pointed to a dilapidated house in the distance.

"Is that there?" Agnes looked at Kong Ze and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, miss." Kong Ze also lowered his voice. "At least based on the information we have received so far. The man who meets all the characteristics you mentioned is staying in that house, and he has always been reclusive. He should still be there now."

Agnes narrowed her eyes, and then tightened her grip on the umbrella handle in her hand.

Then, she followed Kong Ze's line of sight and carefully observed the mottled and dilapidated house.

It's one that suits that person very well. Burial place...

The fierce passion made the corners of her mouth tremble slightly. He showed an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Then what should we do next?" Kong Ze asked coldly.

"You guys, go back." Agnes replied in a low voice.

"Huh? What?" Kong Ze felt as if he heard wrongly. "What did you say?"

"I said, you guys, go back." Agnes repeated coldly, "Now there is nothing you have to deal with here. You can leave, and we can handle the rest ourselves. Of course, if we step out again If I have time, I will come back to you."

Kong Ze fell into hesitation. Originally, if he had followed the instruction of "cooperating with all her actions", he should have turned around and left without saying a word, but the doubts remaining in his heart at this moment prevented him from acting so simply.

What should I do? What should we do if we really go wrong and offend Mr. Treville?

"Sir? Didn't you hear me?" Because of her impatience, Agnes' words were filled with condescending coldness.

Her attitude made Kong Ze make up his mind.

"Okay, as you wish." He bowed expressionlessly.

He didn't know why, but even though it was still autumn, he felt the cold wind keep getting into his clothes, and he felt a little chill all over his body.

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In the cool evening breeze, Agnes stared forward motionlessly. It was not until Kong Ze took the people away that she started walking again and slowly walked towards the dilapidated house.

At this moment, everything was silent, and all the light seemed to be focused on this shabby house. Apart from it, nothing could enter her sight. Although there were still followers behind her, she was already focused on nothing else.

Although the tone of the man just now was not very firm, the instinct that seemed to be a gift told her that she really did not have a bad day today. That hateful bastard was really hiding here, and it was about to usher in its end.

Yes, it’s here, God bless…

One step, two steps, three steps, getting closer...

She came to the door.

Years of practice have already made her attention and observation very sharp. She concentrated her mind and listened carefully to all the sounds coming from behind the door.

There were vague voices coming from inside, as if there was a quarrel. There were several voices, and one of them seemed to belong to that person.

Did this guy bring helpers for him?

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Her hand gently placed on the door.

It's not turned off?

Is even God helping me?

She pushed the door open slowly and gently.

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"Boy, well said! I will... spare your life."

After hearing these words that were mixed with laughter, joy and murderous intent, the three people in the room were stunned for an instant, and subconsciously looked towards the corridor at the door, and then, right under their sight. Agnes and one of her followers, holding an umbrella, walked over slowly.

The entourage held a gun, as if facing a powerful enemy; but Agnes remained calm and calm. He just stared at his brother-in-law, still with a smile on his face.

Such a bloodthirsty smile made both Ezrael and the princess shudder, and to the person involved, it was even more like a flower blooming in hell.

"Agnes!" he couldn't help shouting.

"Well, long time no see, sir." Agnes nodded gently. While staring at him and walking forward, she had already observed that the direction she came from was the only exit from this alley. So she was not in a hurry.

"Miss Nordlyon! Just be okay!" Seeing that disaster was imminent, the princess anxiously shouted to Agnes. "It's been so many years..."

"Shut up." Agnes replied with a smile, "Although you are annoying, you are not the murderer after all. So while I am still in a good mood, get out of here quickly."

"Agnes..."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth again, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, and finally closed his mouth angrily.

Obviously, even if he was as smart as he was, he couldn't think of any way to make her stop at this time.

"I have nothing to say to you."

Agnes drew her sword and threw her umbrella aside.

"Although you are a despicable bastard, but for the sake of being my sister's husband, I can still give you a chance, and you can die by my sword." She looked at her brother-in-law. He said word for word, "Don't try to escape. You can't escape, otherwise you will be shot to death. Young man, take your mother and leave here. I don't want to see you anymore."

Ezreal, who had been silent, finally recovered from the shock of Agnes just appearing in front of him.

What a heroic woman!

Although it seemed that this woman would be detrimental to them, he did not feel any hatred towards her at all.

And he didn't lie, he had no interest in risking his life for this "father" at all.

"Mom, shall we go?" He looked at the princess inquiringly, "It's so dangerous here."

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"How can you say that? He is your father!" He received a tearful reply from the princess.

Then, she gritted her teeth and stood in front of Edgar. "Miss Nordlyen, what happened back then was just an accident. No one wanted it to happen like this. He has been wandering in foreign countries for so many years and has suffered so much. Isn't that enough? Please forgive me. Him!"

Agnes did not answer, but continued to walk closer and closer step by step.

"Please, have mercy..." Because she felt guilty, the princess did not dare to meet the other person's eyes. She just kept crying and looked miserable.

"The dead cannot be resurrected, so why are you still arguing about old grudges? Even if you kill him here, Alice can't be resurrected, right? So, please, let it all go..."

"Shut up!" Agnes frowned because she couldn't bear the princess's endless advice, "My sister can't be resurrected, I know, but just because my sister can't be resurrected, do I have to let her murderer go? What a joke! Who cares how he is doing? I just want him dead! Don't stand in my way, or I won't let you go! Mr. Treville, if you have any sense of shame as a man, get out from behind your lover and fight me with a sword. It’s so disgusting, how long do you want to tarnish this name!”

However, her answer was just a "plop".

Her brother-in-law threw himself to the ground from behind the princess, then rolled and rolled directly under the desk.

"What a dog!" Agnes rushed towards him with her sword without thinking.

But she suddenly found that her waist was being hugged.

She looked aside.

This bitch! Are you really desperate?

She cursed secretly, then picked up her left hand and slapped her neck hard.

The princess, who had probably never been beaten like this before, almost turned her eyes white for a moment, but she still held Agnes tightly while shedding tears. God knows where she gets her strength!

Seeing his mother being beaten like this, Ezreal's eyes widened instantly.

He could ignore his father, but he could never tolerate his mother being treated so rudely. In an instant, his blood surged to his head, and he rushed towards Agnes madly, regardless of the danger he would be putting himself in.

Agnes, who was hugged by the princess, had to fight with Ezreal, who rushed over, and could no longer catch up with the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man who got this brief gap quickly rolled out from under the table and reached for the gun on the table.

It seems that this dog doesn't even want to die with honor in the end.

"Shoot!" Agnes decisively stopped the attempt of the followers to come to rescue and shouted loudly.

Then, she picked up the sword in her hand and threw it fiercely at Edgar.

At this time, the middle-aged man's hand was only a few feet away from the gun on the table. The instinct for survival made his movements faster than before. He stared at the gun frantically, as if all his hopes were condensed on it.

"Ah!"

Agnes's sword almost pierced his hand with a terrible sound of wind.

Blood appeared.

Before the heart-wrenching pain reached his brain, he suddenly saw a black muzzle facing him.

Without bothering to get the gun, the middle-aged man squatted down again and rolled to the ground again.

"Bang!"

The bullet passed by the place where his head had just been.

"Kill him!" Agnes shouted loudly while dealing with the princess and Ezreal.

And her followers ran towards the middle-aged man without hesitation.

Driven by the desire to survive, the middle-aged man covered the wound on his hand and rolled and crawled to the corner of the alley, but that was a dead end.

"Don't show mercy, kill that dog!" Agnes shouted while punching Ezreal with her fists.

The middle-aged man continued to run towards the dead end, and it seemed that there was no way to escape... Then, as if in despair, he madly ran towards a wall...

"Wow!"

As if it was the sound of a rag being torn, a big hole suddenly appeared in the wall.

Was this painted on? Damn it! This old dog is so cunning!

Agnes cursed in her heart.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had already rushed into the black hole, the follower picked up the gun and fired again.

As if he was pushed hard by someone, the middle-aged man almost fell to the ground, but he quickly regained his balance, rolled on the ground, and continued to crawl into the depths of the darkness. He didn't seem to care what would happen to his lover and son who were left here.

Only hit the shoulder? What a pity.

"Go after him, I'll be there soon! He can't run far if he's injured!"

With infinite hatred, Agnes continued to intensify the beating of Ezreal, and the princess, who had been pushed aside, finally fainted with exhaustion and infinite fear after seeing that her lover had temporarily escaped.

Ah, it's not worth getting hurt for such a person... With this helpless thought, Ezreal also fainted after being hit hard in the neck. (To be continued...)

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