Flowers, Swords and France

After seeing off Mr. de Trevo, Charles originally planned to take a rest, but he didn't rest for long before his secretary knocked on his office door again. ○

However, although he was not very happy, since it was his duty as a secretary, he couldn't say anything.

"What's the matter?"

"A gentleman wants to see you." The secretary replied respectfully.

"Hmm? Who?"

"It's a young man, sir." The secretary lowered his voice, "He claimed to be here to see you on the orders of Mr. de Treville - Mr. de Treville, the colonel of the National Guard."

Charles didn't react at first, and it took him a moment to figure it out - isn't this his cousin and future father-in-law?

"Send him over immediately, I can see him."

Since he was sent by him, there was no need to wait.

However, when he agreed to the meeting, Charles suddenly had a strange and slightly ominous premonition in his heart, but he couldn't explain why.

This strange premonition became a reality a few minutes later.

"Is it you...?"

When Charles saw who was coming, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

But Ezreal Walter, who was standing opposite him, was calm and composed.

"It's me, Mr. de Treville." He nodded to Charles respectfully, and then whispered, "I came to deliver a message to you on the orders of my superior."

Charles frowned and stared at the other party without answering.

In fact, he didn't know how to answer.

Although Charles had said such cruel words to the other party as "Don't let me see you again" because he took the initiative to approach Fran, but now the situation has changed.

Just a while ago, he learned that this young man was the illegitimate son of his father and Princess Kadiyang. That is, his half-brother, so naturally he couldn't shout and kill him anymore.

However, because they had never lived together, he didn't have any good feelings for the other party, let alone the brotherhood, so he didn't want to see him-to be honest, he himself didn't know how to deal with the other party.

Not wanting to recognize him, nor to deal with him, Charles simply threw him aside and ignored him. Let his cousin and his family come to communicate with him.

But today, this person walked in front of him on his own.

In addition to being surprised and at a loss, Charles couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards his cousin who was always careless in his heart-why are you so unsophisticated that you have to send this person to me?

"Please don't blame the boss, I applied to come to see you myself, sir." As if seeing what Charles was thinking, Ezreal-Walter spoke leisurely, "He was against it at first, but then I insisted on asking. So he had to agree."

"Oh, is that so?" Charles frowned slightly, and then regained his usual composure after a moment, "So. Mr. Walter, you were ordered to come to me, what's the matter?"

Where Charles couldn't see. Ezreal clenched his fists, and his heart ached slightly.

The other party's address and attitude. It was clear that he wanted to keep his distance from me. When we first met, I could say that he was unaware, but this time he did it on purpose.

This "brother". He really had no feelings for me, and he didn't even bother to hide it.

It's fine this way, who cares! Maybe he was angry, or maybe he wanted to show his determination, the young man answered loudly in his heart.

"The commander asked me to tell you that he has found some people in his and his colleagues' self-defense forces who are willing to serve the president. If you need them, you can dispatch them at any time." In order to confront his brother, he also put on a serious and indifferent look, and his tone was very stiff, "I have been ordered to give you the list."

"Oh, okay, bring it here." Charles nodded.

Although the National Self-Defense Force is a militia after all, not a regular army, to be honest, it is not particularly helpful to Charles, but now is the time to use people, so there is no need to care so much. Charles had asked his cousin to find some people for him before, but he didn't expect that the other party was so efficient and responded so quickly.

Ezreal came over, took out a list from his pocket and handed it to Charles, who then reached out to take it, without touching their hands.

Charles picked up the list and glanced at it.

"Tell me, what else do you want? You didn't come here just to pass me a piece of paper?"

He asked casually while reading it.

"Can't I come and see how powerful you are now?" Ezreal sneered and replied, "In the end, I really saw it. It's Mr. Charles de Treville, who has a promising future."

After hearing this answer, Charles raised his head and looked at the other party with great dissatisfaction.

This tone was a bit bad, and it could even be said to be provocative.

If an ordinary person said this, Charles would hide his dissatisfaction in his heart, but for some reason, he had an uncontrollable anger towards Ezreal's performance.

"It's just a little better than you, my friend." He replied coldly, "But you don't have to envy me. I fought for all this myself. If you have the ability, you can try it too."

Although Ciel had no intention of recognizing this "brother", he seemed to subconsciously call Ezreal "you" instead of "you" to show respect and distance - he himself did not notice this.

"Oh, don't worry, I don't have such an intention." Ezreal answered fearlessly.

The two looked at each other.

"You have no respect for me, sir." After a while, Ciel said word by word, "But many people don't respect me, and I don't care much about this. But please remember that you are in this person's office, wasting this person's precious time. And this person's time is a hundred times more precious than someone as lazy as you!"

Just when Ciel was about to ask someone to kick him out, Ezreal's expression finally softened.

"I came here to ask for my mother. She wants to ask..." His face suddenly twitched, as if he was thinking about how to word it. "I want to ask how that person is doing now. It seems that you rescued him when others were chasing him that day."

"Him?" Of course, Charles knew who he was referring to. He answered coldly, "I don't know how he is doing. I have already sent him away. I have already saved him once. What happens to him next has nothing to do with me. Also, don't ask me about this again. I don't want to mention it again!"

The original text is available at Six # 9 @Book/Bar!

Although his tone was the strongest, this answer won Ezreal's favor.

"You only did this thing to my liking." He said with a little ease.

"Really? I didn't mean it." Charles shrugged, "So, where is Princess Kadiyan now?"

"She left Paris. She has nothing to miss here anymore." Ezreal sighed, "She is just worried about that person. After all, that person has never contacted her."

"Really infatuated." Charles laughed with a little sarcasm. "I don't think that person is worth being attached to."

"Although I don't understand her attachment to that person, but..." Ezreal looked at Charles coldly, "If you dare to mention her in this tone again. I will fight you to the death."

From childhood to adulthood, this illegitimate child has only been secretly cared for by his mother, so he is full of affection for the princess and will never allow anyone to slander her.

"Okay. I was wrong." Because he knew he was wrong, Charles quickly admitted his mistake.

After the two young people talked about topics that were related to each other, they were unconsciously no longer in the tense atmosphere just now.

"So, what are your plans now?" Charles looked at Ezreal. "You don't plan to just be lazy like this?"

Unconsciously, he brought some of the superiority of the elders to the useless juniors.

Ezreal felt that this tone made him uncomfortable.

"I have my own plans for this."

"Oh? Have your own plans? Does that mean you have no plans at all?" Charles smiled with a hint of sarcasm. "I have inquired about it. The property of the Kadiyang family has been put into trust. Even the princess herself cannot pass it on to you privately. If you continue to be so careless, what should you do in the future? Are you going to live in such an unclear way?"

Yes, although he is the son of Princess Kadiyang, Ezreal, as an illegitimate child, has no way to inherit the princess's property.

In Europe at this time, the financial industry has been very developed, and trust-type property has been popular in many Western European countries. Many nobles and capitalists have handed over their family assets as trusts to banks or other financial institutions, and let family members receive the income from them.

The Kadiyang family is also the same. Before the death of the previous generation of Prince Kadiyang, he had put all the family's property into trust. The princess and his widow can only receive income from it every year, and have no right to use the principal. Since they have no legitimate children, after the death of the princess, the trust will be transferred to other eligible branches of the Kadiyang family. Ezreal Walter cannot get any benefits from it. He can only get the property accumulated by his mother from her hands.

It is precisely because of the worry that her son will have no place to go after her death that Princess Kadiyang is so anxious to find a future for her son, and even willing to lower her face to ask Charles's cousin for this. After feeling his mother's mood, in order to make his mother feel at ease and happy, Ezreal forced himself to do these boring duties in the self-defense force no matter how uninterested he was.

"Even so, I don't plan to ask you for anything, sir."

Although he was a little dissatisfied with Charles' condescending tone and attitude, Ezreal had to admit that he was right. At the same time, the feeling from the heart made it difficult for him to bow down to Charles.

"Even if you beg me, I won't give you anything, sir." Charles looked at him coldly, "But you know, I really need help now. If you can help me, I don't mind giving you a corresponding reward."

"What do you mean?" Ezreal asked back.

"Join the army. If you join the army now, with my current ability, although I can't let you rise to the top at will, I can at least protect your future in the next few years," said Charles in a very calm tone, but he always unconsciously added some arrogance. "Although you are a little old now and joined the army halfway, I can help you overcome these difficulties and become an upper-class person in society."

"But I have never thought about becoming an upper-class person, sir. I am just an illegitimate child who cannot see the light." Ezreal answered loudly, as if he was self-deprecating and arrogant, "So, I can only thank you for your kindness. I will continue to serve in the Self-Defense Force to help your cousin's family."

"Okay...it's up to you. Their family has always been very generous and will not treat you unfairly." Charles nodded, "That's good. Next, you can do more things for me, and I can recommend you to a good government agency in the future."

"Okay, sir." Ezreal lowered his head.

If it wasn't for the purpose of getting close to Charles and fulfilling his promise to Charlotte, he wouldn't want to accept any favors from him. (To be continued...)