Flowers, Swords and France

The long-awaited day finally arrived.

Charles got up early in the morning and made the last careful preparations to adjust his mood to the best. After breakfast, he said goodbye to his grandfather, and then got on his small light carriage and drove out of the city.

As the carriage galloped, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from a bustling city with heavy traffic to a rural atmosphere, and the speed of the carriage became faster and faster.

At nearly noon, the carriage finally arrived at Leon, a small town dozens of kilometers away from Paris.

After Charles got off the carriage, he looked up at this place.

At this time, this place was not prosperous and modern as it was later. It was just a small town with not many residents and houses. There were only some small country villas and mansions along the main road that Parisians used.

In the original history, this town became the location of the German occupation forces and the Western Front General Headquarters in 1940. The Germans requisitioned a villa as the headquarters. Unfortunately, Charles was not well-trained in his previous life and could not find out which house it was. Otherwise, he could go to "pay tribute in advance". Or, maybe the house has not been built yet?

Charles quickly shook his head and swept away his scattered thoughts.

Following the route map sent by others before, he quickly walked to the door of a small inn, walked in, and then walked to the broken and dilapidated counter.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" A young waiter asked humbly with a smile.

Charles took out a small badge from his bosom and gently pinned it on his chest. "I need to book a room, preferably facing the sun."

Without this small badge, the other party's answer could only be "Sorry, sir, it's full today..."

The waiter nodded quickly. "Understood sir!"

Then he left the counter, "Please follow me, sir!"

So, Charles followed him into the inn. Then, they came to the backyard of the inn.

"How many people have come?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"Several have come, but it's not too late for you, sir." The waiter replied in a low voice. "There are still many people who haven't come yet."

"Oh."

The waiter took him to the door of the small restaurant, which was now closed. "It's here, please come in, I'll go to the front desk to receive the later people."

"Goodbye." Charles said casually.

After the waiter left, he gently opened the door.

Sure enough, there were already several familiar faces staying inside.

"Oh, our young man is finally here!" A participant greeted with a smile. "Look, he looks more and more like his grandfather! How is the Marquis now?"

"Thanks to you, I'm in good health recently." Charles replied with a smile. In front of these people, Charles didn't need to disguise himself.

The seats were already set in front of the long dining table, and there were not many people attending the meeting today. He found a seat and sat down.

"Sir, according to the letter I received, an important person will be present today. Do you know who it is?" Charles asked the person next to him in a low voice as soon as he sat down.

"I'm sorry, young man, I don't know either." The other person shook his head gently, "We'll know after a while."

"That's all I can do." Charles spread his hands.

"My friend, I heard that the Marquis de Treville recently persuaded the Count de La Porta to join us?" The other person suddenly lowered his voice, "Is this true?"

Charles smiled and spread his hands again.

"Good job!" The other person patted his thigh happily, "You did a great job!"

His performance attracted the attention of several other people, and then several eyes swept over Charles.

"Congratulations to you and Mr. Marquis de Treville." They also greeted Charles.

Charles calmly returned these congratulations with an unchanged smile.

As time passed, more and more people came to the meeting, and basically filled up the chairs that had been placed. However, the organizer of the meeting still hadn't shown up. The time was approaching twelve o'clock when the meeting was scheduled to start.

Just when everyone was either chatting and reminiscing about the past, or whispering because of some suspicion, the door of the small restaurant was suddenly opened again.

Mr. Carrion, the host of the meeting, walked in with his head held high.

And the sharp-eyed Charles found that a stranger he had never seen in previous meetings followed him and walked into the room together.

The visitor was not very old, and looked to be about 25 or 26 years old. He was wearing a thin coat and small leather shoes, and a small velvet hat on his head, just like a young man who had just gone out for a trip.

He was a little fat, with a white and square face, with a little outline of Emperor Napoleon, and a very calm and serious expression. After he came in, he glanced around and nodded to everyone.

Everyone looked at him, but in front of so many eyes, he did not show any discomfort.

Is this the "important person" mentioned in the previous secret letter? Charles thought to himself.

Karion cleared his throat and walked to the center of the restaurant, and the young man followed closely behind him.

"Gentlemen, I am glad that you have overcome so many difficulties and come to this important meeting." After stopping, Karion nodded to everyone.

Ciel and others also greeted him at the same time.

"I won't say any more nonsense. Everyone's time is precious. Let's start our meeting now?" he asked inquiringly.

Everyone nodded again.

"Okay, then let's start with the first agenda..." Karion looked at the people in the room with a smile, and his shrewd and sensitive eyes quickly scanned the two rows of participants. Then he stretched out his right hand and directed everyone's attention to the young man next to him.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Joseph Bonaparte. As the special envoy of our Majesty Napoleon III, he is specially attending this gathering."

His words triggered a moment of silence.

Joseph Bonaparte?

Not the dead one, but the young one.

[The "dead one" refers to Emperor Napoleon's eldest brother, former Spanish King Joseph Bonaparte, who died in 1844 after many years in exile. 】

After a moment of astonishment and silence, various exclamations and cheers suddenly erupted in the room, almost boiling over instantly.

"Very good!"

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"Very good!"

"God bless!"

After letting the noisy people vent for a while, the young man waved his hand gently.

The room immediately fell silent.

Is this influence? Is this power?

Like everyone else, Ciel looked up at the young man who was in the center of everyone's attention. His face was expressionless, but there was a trace of thought in his heart.

The records in the history books of his previous life flashed vividly before his eyes at this moment.

Joseph Bonaparte, whose full name is Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul Bonaparte, was the youngest brother of Emperor Napoleon and the youngest son of Jerome Bonaparte, the former King of Westphalia. He was born in 1822. He was the later prince of the Second French Empire and the father of Napoleon V (Napoleon IV, son of Napoleon III, died childless in 1879. Joseph's son Victor was appointed leader by the Bonapartists and was called Napoleon V. ).

And this person, standing in front of him alive at this moment, is no longer just a symbol in a book, but a living person!

What a miracle it is to travel through time!

After the room became silent again, the young man finally spoke again, his tone still as steady as before.

"First of all, gentlemen, on behalf of my cousin Louis, I would like to express my most sincere respect to you and... my most sincere thanks." He took off his hat and bowed in salute. "We, the Bonaparte family, will always remember Your loyalty has been tested in these dark times, and I will repay you with a hundredfold gratitude.”

He bowed very low, as if he wanted to use this action to express his gratitude directly. "Without your help, the Bonaparte family will always be in disaster, but with your help, we will be invincible. Thank you all! Please continue to move forward hand in hand with the Bonaparte family after this, the long journey will eventually end , the crown at the end will definitely belong to us!”

The silence thawed momentarily.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!" Everyone in the room cheered almost at the same time.

Are everyone cheering so excitedly because they are really excited to see their idol’s family members? I'm afraid that may not necessarily be the case. The Bonapartists were never such an idealistic group.

This was done to leave a good impression on future important people - if the enterprise succeeded as planned, Mr. Bonaparte would undoubtedly be an important member of the royal family.

At the same time, deep in the hearts of this group of people, their cheers are for hope, for the hope that their long-cherished wish will have a successful outcome.

Since people from the Bonaparte family dare to appear at such a gathering, it can only mean that they have judged that the situation is excellent and is approaching the final stage.

So, how can people not be happy?

Ciel was equally excited about this.

Hope...yes, hope, the hope that the ideal is about to reach its first step.

Charles raised his hand, and his face, which was too young compared to the others, was as "red as a face and full of tears" as the others at this moment.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"

Long live power!

In his mind, Ciel made up the remaining slogan that everyone wanted to shout but no one shouted out.

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The picture above is of Prince Joseph Bonaparte, painted in 1860 during the Second Empire. Although he was almost 40 at the time, he could still tell that he was a little handsome when he was young. Of course, he was not one-fifth as handsome as our protagonist...

Also, seeing someone asking a question before, the author makes a special statement:

This book has nothing to do with corruption. The author Zhengdao and Baihe can accept it, but the male male is definitely not allowed! Readers are also asked not to make blind guesses!

Also, new books are not easy to come by, so please help me promote them, thank you!

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