Flowers, Swords and France

When everything fell into silence again, there was only one sober person left in the house. {..

In just one minute, everything had changed. A "family" that was originally in darkness reunited in the darkness, and then returned to the darkness in a strange and dangerous way.

Agnes stood there calmly, watching everything without panic. Although she was more anxious than anyone else, she was still calm, regulating her breathing and restoring her energy.

Then, she slowly walked forward and picked up her sword again. With the cold touch of the hilt, confidence and determination returned to her heart. Although her right hand was still a little painful because of the fight just now, it was not a big deal.

You can't run away. She thought coldly.

Then, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Inadvertently, her eyes fell on the mother and son who were still in a coma on the ground.

The princess's face was terribly pale, as if rushing over to hug her just now had exhausted all her energy, so she was exhausted.

And their illegitimate son who had just run over to stop her had also fainted beside her, but although he looked bruised and swollen, his breathing was still smooth and he was not seriously injured.

In other words, if you don't take care of him, he will wake up soon and leave with his mother.

Humph, the son of a bad seed is indeed a bad seed.

After confirming all the situations, Agnes, who had fully recovered her energy, stepped on Ezreal. He aroused an unconscious cry of pain, and then left the broken house through the gap covered by the painted wall regardless of anything, and returned to the darkness.

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At this time, Edgar de Treville was not in such a calm mood.

In the dark and gloomy alley. He ran forward, his desire to survive and his fear gave him a great encouragement, allowing him to barely keep his balance in this situation, and escape from the terrible place at a decent speed.

His shoulder was still bleeding, bringing a burning pain, but he could no longer care about these things. He didn't know how his wife's sister found out about what happened that year. But he knew very clearly what would happen if he fell into her hands.

The pain of the wound and the fatigue of the body made his condition more and more embarrassing. He even gasped uncontrollably, and no longer had the leisure just now.

Although he was still walking around in the alleys with the help of his familiarity with the terrain during this period, he could always hear the sound of urgent footsteps behind his ears. Obviously, the people brought by Agnes were still chasing him. Even she herself would definitely follow later.

Although he escaped by chance with the pre-arrangement, he was still extremely nervous, and the shadow of death still did not leave him. Because he knew that the blood flowing from his shoulder was the best guide, and even if they only needed to follow the smell, others could follow closely behind him until he was exhausted and stood in front of him again.

And then. I'm afraid there would be no chance of survival.

Even when he was injured, even when he was running nervously. This middle-aged man's mind was still very sharp, and he became more and more pessimistic about his fate.

Of course, although he knew these things in his heart, he still did not give up hope, and still ran forward with all his strength. Until the last moment, he was still eager for a miracle to happen.

Yes, eager for luck to save himself again, just like... just like 18 years ago, he was pulled back from the edge of the abyss and returned to the world again.

I still have so many things to do, how can I die here inexplicably? No, no... It's too absurd, too absurd, who will save me? Anyone is fine!

The pain and fear made him almost cry, and his originally handsome face became slightly distorted.

However, the miracle did not happen as he wished. The middle-aged man soon found that he had run into a dead end in a panic. In front of him was a brick wall, which was bare and looked like a face that was mocking him.

Bastard!

In the darkness, the son of the Marquis and the talented painter cursed loudly in his heart. Then he turned around and tried to run in another direction, but in his anxiety, he accidentally stepped on a small pit on the ground and fell heavily to the ground.

"Um..." He couldn't help but screamed in pain.

A pungent smell with a mixture of mud and coal ash rushed to his nose, almost making him faint from the already very weak. The high-end coat that was originally well-cut was now stained with filth, and it had become tattered in the fight and escape just now, and the original material could no longer be seen.

Unintentionally, this was the most embarrassing moment in Edgar de Treville's life.

However, compared with the next moment, all the pain he had suffered before was nothing.

Because, the tall man who had been chasing him, with a dead face and no expression, walked in front of him who was half kneeling on the ground.

Because he had fired the gun just now and had no time to reload the bullet, he had thrown the gun away and only had a small dagger in his hand, but for the middle-aged man at this time, this was dangerous enough.

He wanted to force himself to stand up, but he had no strength left and had to give up the plan.

The pursuer came over step by step. Although the pace was very slow, he showed no mercy. He held the dagger tightly in his hand, and his eyes were very fierce, obviously intending to kill this enemy right here.

The order his lady gave him before was to "kill him". He remembered this order completely and planned to carry it out to the end.

"Don't do this!" Edgar coughed while covering his chest. He felt as if all the energy in his body was being lost with the blood. "Friend, don't do this!"

Without saying a word, the other party saw that he had already walked in front of Edgar.

"Don't be like this! You know that, right? I'm from the Treville family. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape!" With a hint of panic and a hint of pleading, the middle-aged man endured the severe pain. , said quickly, "And you know it in France now, right? My family is now I am very powerful and my son is very rich. As long as you save me... I will ask him to give you a lot of money, a lot of money! So you don't have to work for Agnes, right? Well...if you want anything else, my son can give it to you, what do you think?"

As he spoke, he looked at the other person carefully, praying in his heart that the other person would really listen to what he said.

However, with his pleading eyes, the man finally spoke, but what he said made Edgar feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why do you still have the surname Treville? You will die so ugly..."

Then, he raised the dagger and stabbed Edgar hard.

Edgar, knowing that he was about to die, subconsciously closed his eyes.

I'm really unwilling to die in a place like this...

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"Crack!"

A heavy muffled sound reached Edgar's ears.

However, strangely, there was no severe pain like being pierced by a sharp blade.

Is it because it hurts so much that you can’t feel the pain?

No, that's not right, it shouldn't be like this, because my consciousness is very clear.

At this time, there was another loud noise, as if someone fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man finally opened his eyes, and was shocked to find that the person who had been chasing him fell to the side, struggling and crying out in pain, as if he had been attacked, while another person was standing in front of him.

This man was probably less than thirty years old, with a pale face, a hooked nose, and an indifferent but focused expression. He was wearing a black coat, and it seemed that he had no ill intentions towards him.

An indescribable ecstasy finally came to his heart.

Could it be that a miracle finally happened?

"Help me, sir, I am..."

"No need to say anything, I understand, sir." The man replied calmly, then reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him up forcefully. "Are you okay? Can you still run?"

"Okay." He nodded, then glanced at the pursuer next to him who was still shaking his head and was obviously recovering. His eyes were suddenly filled with resentment, "Aren't you going to kill him?"

The man suddenly sneered, as if he felt a little ridiculous that the middle-aged man was begging just now and then immediately changed his face.

Then, he pulled the middle-aged man and suddenly started running quickly. The wounds that had just condensed on the middle-aged man suddenly became more serious.

"We don't have that time now. Do you think you can solve it when the lady comes?" He said as he ran.

"That's right, Agnes..." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, as if he was still frightened, "Let's run quickly!"

In the dark night, the two people ran away quickly, and behind them were the roars of those who had missed.

"Sir, thank you, I will never forget your kindness..."

In a speeding carriage, Edgar de Treville thanked the other party with great gratitude, "Can you leave your name? I will let someone repay you."

Although he said so sincerely, the other party was not moved at all, as if he had just completed a very trivial thing. "You're welcome. This is to serve Mr. Treville and that's what I should do."

However, although he looked very calm on the surface, the excitement inside him was like a stormy sea.

He seemed to see a glittering golden road paved in front of him - just because he made a decision in anger.

I saved his father, how should he thank me? (To be continued...)

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