Flowers, Swords and France

During this rare holiday, Charles finally got away from the recent series of business affairs. ♦Dian Dian Novel, he originally wanted to take a rest, but his grandfather sent someone to wake him up.

The Marquis of Treville, who had always been reclusive, suddenly appeared in the backyard garden today, and even summoned his grandson to accompany him, which made Charles a little surprised.

However, he was surprised, and Charles quickly dressed up and came to his small garden.

This small garden was only expanded after Charles became successful, so it seems a bit cramped and crude. There are no exotic flowers or species cultivated, and in this early winter season, there is even less amazing things to see. of flowers.

However, the grandfather and grandson are not people who particularly care about such things. The two men in thick black coats wandered casually among the withered flowers and flower beds.

Because his grandfather had not spoken, Charles did not ask any questions. He just followed his grandfather respectfully. In the rather biting cold wind, the old man wandered in it with a calm expression and his steps were quite vigorous.

He wanted to reach out to help the other person, but his grandfather did not take his hand.

"I'm not that old yet, sir." Perhaps he was a little dissatisfied with Charles's overly attentive attitude, the old Marquis said goodbye to him, "Your grandfather can still fight now, don't be in a hurry to replace him."

After being scolded by his grandfather, Charles could only smile and shrug, and withdrew his hand.

"I've heard all about it. You've been doing very well recently..." After a long silence, the old Marquis suddenly said.

He held his head high. Looking into the distance.

"There is quite a bit of progress." Charles replied with a smile.

"But even if you have achieved results, don't let down your guard. Only after you have accomplished something great and all your opponents have been trampled to the ground and unable to stand up will you be qualified to stop for a moment. Do you understand?" Grandpa's tone was still the same. Somewhat harshly, "Don't forget, even a genius like Napoleon will do a lot of stupid things once he gets carried away and feels that he can do whatever he wants! We don't have a genius like him, so we are even less qualified to get carried away. Do you understand?"

After being scolded by his grandfather, Charles couldn't help but become a little nervous.

yes. He has indeed been a little too relaxed recently, and it is not the time to feel that he is done yet.

"I know, Grandpa." He regained his energy, straightened his waist and looked at his grandfather, "I will never make the mistake of losing my vigilance."

Marquis Treville kept looking at his grandson until he saw that his grandson had rekindled his strong fighting spirit, and he couldn't help but smile a little.

"It's great that you understand this." Grandpa stretched out his hand and patted his grandson's shoulder heavily, "Well done. Charles, you did better than I expected!"

Precisely because he was full of expectations for his grandson, he was only willing to praise his grandson after being severely scolded. The old man's deep affection for his grandson. It was clearly revealed in this heavy shot.

"The Army Minister you recently recommended to us is indeed a man with enough skills. After my observation during this period of time, he has made many people fear him, and even more... it has also made many neutrals who were still waiting on the sidelines. I have made my final decision." Before Charles could answer, Grandpa continued. "Ciel, our distinguished guest is coming."

"Dignified guest?" Charles was a little confused.

At this moment, Grandpa's personal servant walked over quickly and whispered something in the old Marquis's ear.

"Bring him here, I will meet him here." The old Marquis immediately ordered, but Charles could only continue to observe with doubts.

However, he didn't wait long before Ciel got the answer.

The guests were quickly brought over, and after Charles saw this middle-aged man with short hair and a burly build, he immediately felt as if he had seen him before.

Soon, he found the corresponding record in the memory bank.

Isn't this the officer he met through his cousin's introduction a few years ago after joining the National Guard—Colonel de Corvey?

No, it should be called the general now.

During the great riots in Paris in June 1848, the brigade commander actively responded to the order of General Cavaignac, who was the head of the government and minister of war at the time, led his troops and followed his division into the city of Paris, and severely punished They suppressed the people and even used howitzers when the fighting was intense.

Although the methods were fierce and even cruel, his approach was appreciated and encouraged by the top brass of the army and government at the time. Even other army units followed suit and used heavy force without scruples in the capital city. With the support of artillery, The June riots were quickly suppressed.

Because of this military exploit, de Kervey, then a colonel, was quickly promoted to division commander and general, and returned to the Marseille station in the south.

It can also be seen from here that General de Kervey is exactly the kind of person who is ambitious and never sticks to means in order to achieve his goals.

And isn't this kind of person the kind of potential collaborator that Ciel and their accomplices need most right now?

However, at this time, the general's face no longer showed any domineering look, but was filled with the kind of respect that he had after meeting his senior.

He took off his hat and bowed low to the Marquis of Treville.

"Mr. de Treville, it's a great honor to meet you again."

"Ah, don't be so polite!" The old marquis smiled and waved at him, then walked over and shook his hand, looking very cordial, "Gerard, we haven't seen each other for many years!"

"Yes, I haven't seen you for many years...I only came here with Edgar to visit you when I was in Paris?" General de Kervi also sighed, "Since I was assigned to a foreign country, I have been traveling around all these years, and I have never had the opportunity to visit you again. It's really a pity!"

In fact, he has returned to Paris several times over the years, but he just didn't come to visit the old marquis who was in a difficult situation at the time-but no one would be bored enough to expose such a thing.

Charles also smiled and nodded at him. "General. It's nice to see you again."

The general looked at him and laughed.

"Charles. You are famous now! I have heard of your name even in the south! Ah, this young man is incredible!"

"Huh? Why? Have you met?" The old marquis was a little confused. "I remember that you left Paris for almost 20 years."

"When I left Paris, Charles was still a child, of course he would not remember me." General de Kervi nodded to Charles in a friendly and cordial manner, without the harshness of the past when he scolded him. "But later when I was transferred back to suppress the mob, I met him, ha! At that time, I felt that this young man must have a great future! Unexpectedly, after only a few years, he, everyone said that Edgar had a good son... As a friend, I really feel very happy for him."

He kept mentioning Edgar in his words, obviously trying to get closer in this way.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Although both the grandfather and grandson had no good feelings towards that person, they did not show any displeasure when the general tried to make friends with him. On the contrary, they became more friendly.

"What are you talking about? I just try my best to serve the country, and I haven't made any achievements yet!" Charles replied with a look of shame, "I was lucky to get such a position that I am not qualified for. To be honest, I am afraid that I will make some mistakes accidentally. You are my elder, and I hope you can give me more advice..."

"Don't be so modest, Charles. You have done well enough. At least I haven't seen any peers who can achieve such a career as you..." General De-Kervi smiled and shook his head, "In addition. I can't say that I have any advice, but as a friend of your father, as long as you need help with anything. Just come to me, I will naturally do my best to do it!"

The meaning implied in the laughter, the grandfather and grandson understood at the same time, they looked at each other secretly, and obviously understood the purpose of each other's visit.

However, this is nothing new. Recently, some senior military officers have been visiting their grandfather for various reasons to build relationships.

Their purpose is clear at a glance.

In the high-level military circles, everyone is rumored that in order to commend the contributions of the Treville grandfather and grandson to him, the Marquis of Treville will follow in the footsteps of Prince Jerome Bonaparte and be named a marshal by President Louis Bonaparte.

This rumor seems to be more and more credible today as Louis Bonaparte's power and influence are growing day by day.

The grandfather is a veteran relied on by the resurgent Bonaparte family, and the grandson is a senior official in the Ministry of War. How could such a family not attract the flattery and flattery of some ambitious people in the army?

It is precisely for this reason that many people have been visiting the old marquis with various excuses since a few months ago, especially those officers from aristocratic families, who always try to ask the old marquis to help them by making connections. And the Marquis of Treville always responds to them with a smile, in order to maximize his influence at this time of needing people.

This time, General de Kervi is no exception.

But, I don't know what he wants to do and what he wants to get?

It must be for something that made him come to visit Treville's house after coming to Paris from Marseille on business.

"Gerard, how have you been in Marseille recently?" Marquis de Treville asked with a smile, as if asking from an elder, "Did you feel comfortable this time back in Paris?"

"Marseille is a good place, with a good climate and a beautiful city. You should all go there a few times in the future." General de Kervi answered seemingly unintentionally, "But it's a bit boring to stay there all the time. This time I came to Paris and saw a lot of new things, but there's nothing to do there."

Oh, what a clear hint!

The two looked at each other again.

He wanted to return to Paris as soon as possible and take up a more important position.

For this reason, he was even willing to serve Louis Bonaparte.

The Bonaparte family was originally despised by these people of noble origin.

From General de Kervi and Treville, the true colors of the French aristocracy today can be reflected.

First, it can be seen how illusory the "loyalty to the emperor" and "orthodox principles" that the nobles kept talking about were, so that only a few diehards like Charlotte would take these slogans seriously; second, it can also be seen that with the changes of the times, the power of the nobles has weakened to what extent - after the Great Revolution and the impact of the following sixty years, they can no longer find strong enough representatives. In order to protect their existing interests, they can only look for protectors and leaders who suit their appetite outside their own circle, no matter how much they despise that person.

And the Treville family has become the spokesperson for this group of people - this family has a noble surname and family tree with enough weight, and is not lacking in enough flexibility, and is more able to adapt to the changes of the times.

"Yes, we all like it here." With a knowing smile, the Marquis of Treville smiled and answered. (To be continued...)