Flowers, Swords and France

With a dull and unpleasant groan, Edgar de Treville woke up. [

His brain gradually became clear from the blur. He slowly remembered the situation where he was hunted down tonight and was injured and then rescued. His vision also slowly became clearer as his consciousness became clearer. becomes clear.

He didn't know why, but as soon as he woke up, he felt that the atmosphere in this room was a little strange.

He turned his head and saw three people standing silently in the room.

More importantly, the young man standing at the door.

His face was calm and cold, and you could even feel a certain anger contained in this calmness, without any trace of excitement after a long separation.

However, it came anyway... The middle-aged man sighed inwardly.

The two people just looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

After being silent for a while, perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was too awkward, the middle-aged man managed to cheer up and forced out an ugly smile.

"Ciel..."

Charles did not answer, but slowly raised his hand and made a gesture. The other two looked at each other and left the room immediately with a sense of relief.

However, even after the two people left, Charles still did not speak, keeping a distance not far but not close, looking at his "father" lying on the bed.

"We haven't seen each other for so long. Don't you have anything to say to me? Charles?" Edgar smiled bitterly. "However, I can understand it. After all, I haven't contacted you for so many years, so it's normal for you to be angry."

"Angry? No, I'm not angry with you." Charles shook his head slightly and finally said a word, "I just don't know what to say to you."

Although his tone was very gentle, it always seemed to convey an aura of 'you don't even have the right to be angry with me'.

This attitude is even more embarrassing for middle-aged people than losing their temper.

"Okay, actually I know this is the result, so I don't want to appear in front of you..." The middle-aged man sighed. The already messy hair was even more tangled, "But, I still want to say something. Charles, I'm sorry..."

Although this attitude does not seem to be very painful and sad, if Ciel knew his attitude towards the illegitimate son Ezreal a few hours ago, he might still be able to feel some sincerity.

How much of this attitude stems from a father's love for his son. How many of them are out of the need to please others? That's unknown.

"You've sorry for a lot of people, but relatively speaking I'm relatively indifferent." Charles replied coldly, "I'm still thinking about whether I should tell grandpa about you later. What do you think?"

"It's better not to say it, otherwise he will be angry again." The middle-aged man waved his hand reluctantly, "It's not like you don't know his temper..."

"Then it seems that you are quite self-aware." Charles couldn't help but sneer. "Yes, he is very angry with you. He doesn't miss you at all, so I think it's best not to tell him..."

"It seems you know everything? What happened back then?" The middle-aged man looked at Charles tentatively.

"Yes. You should know everything." Charles nodded, "So, I guess you won't blame me for my attitude, right?"

"Well, I don't blame you, I brought this on myself..." My father sighed, his face, which was pale due to the injury, now even more lethargic, "Hey, what can I do?"

"Since everyone knows this is the result, why do you want to come back? Isn't it good to live outside quietly?" Charles asked calmly, "I personally think that this is good for everyone. result."

"It's been almost twenty years, no matter what happens to me, I will always miss you, right?" Edgar lowered his gaze, looking a little depressed, "But I also know that my appearance may not make you happy, so I just want to I just came back to see how you were doing. I didn’t want to cause you any trouble..."

"You're right about one thing. Your appearance really doesn't make us happy." Charles's answer was very direct, not caring whether it hurt his heart at all. "It did give me a big shock. It also caused a little trouble.”

He walked forward slowly and carefully looked at his father's bandaged wounds, "Agnes did these?"

"The wound on the hand was caused by her, and the gunshot wound on the shoulder was caused by her follower, but it's the same thing anyway." The middle-aged man sighed, "She is so cruel, she has been chasing me for several years. !”

"To be precise, it should be about ten years, because she left this country at that time." Charles replied calmly, "To be honest, I think it is not worth it for her to spend ten years of her youth on you. But, to some extent, I can understand her motives.”

"Actually, I don't want to be like this!" The middle-aged man sighed again, "What happened back then...hey, hey!"

After sighing for a while, he raised his head again and said, "Char, when you get married, you must be careful and control yourself. Don't let yourself fall into the quagmire of marriage, otherwise you will lose Freedom, loss of ideals, loss of everything! Why do we nobles marry for the sake of having a legitimate heir to the family? As a result... I was unlucky and inadvertently put a yoke on myself.

Did you know? Your mother, Alice...Alice was such a gentle and lovely girl before she got married, so innocent and fun! But after getting married, she completely changed... no fun, no charm, she only cares about some boring social news all day long, and has ridiculous parentage, and she tries every means to restrain me so that I can't do it. You can't do this or that. If you don't go as she wants, she will chatter all day long - such a marriage is not a hardship for anyone! Charles, you chose Charlotte. I have seen this child Charlotte too, she is very beautiful. That's good and I will bless you. Although it seems that I won’t be able to witness your wedding now. However, Dad wants to give you a suggestion. After you marry her, you must find a way to maintain yourself. Don't let yourself be tied up. Otherwise, you will find out what a terrible trap you have fallen into... ...Hey, I was just confused for a moment. I was fascinated by her cute appearance, so I proposed to her, but ended up falling for her. You must not let yourself suffer the same torture..."

While his father spoke to himself at length in a sincere manner, Charles did not answer, but looked at him quietly.

In the dim candlelight. His pale face glowed with a strange yellow light. It's like wearing an exquisite mask.

His doubts rose again with his father's indifferent attitude.

Since you are not particularly sad about your wife's death, why did you leave her after her death?

"Then, please tell me, since you are not that sad, why did you run away from home and not hear from me for so many years?"

Some embarrassment suddenly flashed across the middle-aged man's face,

"Please tell me. Are you still afraid that there is something you can't say?"

"Well... Charles. As you know, your mother died in 1832. Not long after King Louis-Philippe came to power, the political situation was very unstable, so your grandfather and his comrades felt that the opportunity was right. When we arrived, we stepped up our plans. At that time, your grandfather asked me to calm down and help him with this kind of business..."

Ciel's heart fell completely to the bottom.

"Then you thought it was too much trouble, so you left?"

"It can't be said that I'm afraid of trouble..." The middle-aged man avoided Charles's gaze, "It's just that I know that I'm not that material. There are some things that I can't force myself to do, so it's better not to cause trouble... "

What a selfish person this is!

He has no scruples, despises morality, and only cares about himself. He regards it as a grave sin for anyone to prevent him from having fun - even his wife. He had no sense of apology, let alone guilt, for the accident. In his eyes, indirectly killing his wife may be an unfortunate accident that is not considered unfortunate, nothing more. In other words, he is a standard nobleman.

If it was just like this, it would be fine. He was not willing to shoulder the obligation, even if he was the best hope for a family in decline to get back on its feet. In order not to be bound by obligations, and in order to continue to live a life of freedom and pleasure, he actually chose to leave and wander around various places.

But this man is his "father".

It's really a legacy of the Louis XV era... Charles couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He did not want to morally condemn anyone because he himself was a morally corrupt person by any standard. But at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel a bit of disgust and contempt for his father.

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

"So, back then, for...for mother," Charles said this word with a sense of alienation, staring closely at his father, "was it an accident, or was it your intentional move?"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened, and then he stood up and wanted to explain to Ciel.

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"Oh, no need to explain, I already know." Charles waved his hand, indicating that he would take care of himself, "Okay, it was indeed an accident."

It takes courage to deliberately kill someone, let alone kill your own wife. In any way, his father didn't seem like a man of such magnanimity.

"Yeah, it was an accident. We had a fight at that time, and I got so angry that I accidentally pushed it. It was really just an accident!" Maybe it was because of the struggle that the wound had burst, Ed said Jia's face twitched in pain, and his voice became weaker, "In the end, I have to suffer so much just because of this. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"I don't know if this is reasonable or not. Anyway, Agnes must kill you now." Charles replied rather stiffly. "Although she accidentally failed once, do you think she will give up next?"

"No, of course not. I know her well."

"I think so too. So, I personally think it's better for you to leave the country again."

"It seems like this is the only way it can be." Father nodded, "Hey. I originally wanted to stay until you get married before leaving, but now it seems I have to forget it."

"Well, you can recuperate here first. Leave after you recover. I will give you a sum of money." Charles said in a tone as emotionless as possible, "It's best not to come back this time. ”

Perhaps hurt by Ciel's attitude, a trace of sadness finally flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Char, please don't be like this, okay? Although I know I'm sorry for you, but after all, I am..."

"Because you are my father, I didn't leave you alone. Besides, what else do you want me to do? Kneel down on the bedside and hold you while you cry? Sorry, I can't do that. Sir." Charles said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "If you expect this kind of thing, I can't help you."

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The father looked at his son, his breathing getting faster and faster, but eventually he calmed down.

"Well, I also know that I shouldn't force anything on you. You can save me once. I am already very grateful and don't want to ask for anything more. Anyway, I wish you happiness in the future. I have been with you and Charlotte The special engagement banquet was very grand, and I saw that you were very happy, which is great..."

"Have you been there?" Charles asked doubtfully.

"Well, I looked for Philip after I came back. But don't blame him, I told him not to tell you. He didn't even tell you about his father." Edgar explained in a low voice, "He was also the one in the masquerade. I proposed it intentionally. This will allow me to find a way to sneak in..."

"Ah, that's it." Ciel nodded.

At this point, there was no point in getting angry with his uncle, and besides, it didn't cause any harm, so he just expressed his understanding indifferently.

"How wonderful it would be if there hadn't been such an accident! I'll be beside you, watching you, and not disturbing your lives." Edgar sighed again, "But... everything is in chaos now! Agnes She must already know that you saved me, because your subordinate was recognized, and I’m sure she won’t let it go..."

"I know this, and I will find a way to deal with it. I will hold her for a while, giving you a chance to recover here, and then slip away and leave here." Charles replied expressionlessly, "But let's make a deal first, I helped you this time, and the debt I owe you has been repaid. If you are found again somewhere in the world, there will be nothing I can do."

Although it was heartless to say this, Ciel felt that it was better to say some things clearly first.

"I know, I know, just help hold her down first." Edgar nodded repeatedly, seeming to have come out of his depression, "I will pay attention to hiding myself this time and leave far away."

Then he stretched out his hand.

"Then you're not even willing to hold your father's hand, are you?"

Ciel hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out his hand and shook it, but quickly pulled away.

"It seems like you've been doing well these past few years."

Although his hands are weak and weak, it can be seen that they are still quite thin and well-maintained. It is obvious that he has not lived a miserable life of wandering around in these years.

"That is, although I didn't bring much money with me when I escaped, I have been living well over the years. There are always so many kind-hearted ladies who will donate generously to me." Although he was trying to persuade his son, Edgar's face There was still a hint of showing off unconsciously.

"In the past few years, I have traveled from France to Italy, from Italy to Egypt, Turkey, and to Russia. I have also been to the Far East in between... I have traveled to most places in the world. But wherever I go, I can find a place for myself. This is not because my father is boasting. Women in the world are actually quite easy to deceive. , as long as you can master the method...as long as you can pry open their hearts, it will be very easy to pry open their purses. I took advantage of a noble lady in Russia. Don't you know? Russian land is really worthless. The land she owns is so big that one manor is bigger than several Parises!"

"That's enough!" Charles sternly cut off his father's showoff, then turned around and left the room.

He didn't want to say anything more. (To be continued...)

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