Flowers, Swords and France

Although Mary behaved respectfully, Matilda was not happy. ,

"Every time you are so attentive to me, you always bring me bad news," she sighed with a wry smile, not knowing whether it was teasing or reproaching, "this time is no exception."

"I will repay you, Matilda." Mary lowered her head slightly in earnest, "I will always remember your help to me."

"No, don't be like this, I don't dare to be your benefactor." Matilda waved her hands quickly, with that strange smile still on her face, "In the hearts of most people, aren't benefactors more disgusting than enemies? ? I’ll just continue to be your friend.”

"As long as you can be my friend." Mary sighed, "Matilda, I know you are still angry with me, but now..."

"If you still want to be my friend, then don't mention this matter again!" As if she was touched by something, Matilda's tone suddenly became stiff, "If you don't mention it, I will forget it well."

"Okay, okay, let's not mention it then." Seeing that Matilda was still brooding about that matter, Mary could only smile helplessly, "I hope I didn't make you too unhappy today."

Seeing that the topic suddenly became a bit heavy, Mary decided to change the topic and lighten the atmosphere a little, "I heard that you are going to hang out with Charles in a few days?"

In Mary's eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, Matilda remained unmoved.

"Where did you hear that? It doesn't happen."

It's true that I didn't go out to play, I just went to Miss Periette's salon to join in the fun.

"Oh, really? Then maybe I guessed wrong." In the face of such an obvious insincere answer. Mary did not refute it directly, but just shrugged slightly. "You must have been bored at home recently. It's time to go out and have some fun. Do you want some fresh air?"

"I'll think about it, thank you." Matilda's answer was still flawless.

"Then I hope you have fun then." Although she was still very calm on the surface, Mary sneered deep in her heart, and even her tone became slightly strange.

"Thank you for your good words, I have been very happy." Perhaps she was touched by something, Matilda's tone became strange, as if she was unwilling to be outdone, "If there is no interference, then will be happier.”

Mary's smile froze slightly.

"That's great. I'm glad I can share in your joy."

Before Matilda could get angry, she added another sentence.

"However, I would like to advise you that while enjoying the wonderful time of youth, you should be careful not to cause trouble for yourself? The nourishment of love can certainly make people intoxicated, but if there is any crystallization left, it will It’s not a good idea, especially in a situation like ours…”

"That's enough! I will take care of this myself. You don't have to worry about it! Besides, what qualifications do you have to talk to me? Aren't you the same? You should worry about yourself!" Although Mary's words were very obscure, Mary Tilda can naturally hear the secret, and that's why. Embarrassment and shyness made her face suddenly turn red, and then it turned into slight irritation.

After a moment, he looked at Mary's half-ridiculous smile. Matilda immediately realized that she had lost her temper.

She composed herself and quickly returned to her usual reserve and seriousness. However, the remaining blush dampened her seriousness. "Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention to it, but you should also pay attention to yourself, lest people think that you only talk about others..."

After teasing each other, both of them smiled and became happy again.

They teased and taunted each other amidst friendly smiles. This was their way of life.

"Then, goodbye~" A satisfied Mary waved her hands with a smile, and then finally said goodbye.

After she left, the smile on Matilda's face was completely replaced by solemnity. She sat on the chair and thought for a while, and then slowly returned to her bedroom after a while.

She was still immersed in the shock of the news Mary had sent her. I can't think of what I should do.

There was one thing that neither of them mentioned, but they both understood it tacitly.

The reason why they chose to hide it from Ciel for the time being was not just because they were worried that they might have guessed wrong, caused trouble over nothing, and wronged a good person. Their real worry was... if all this was true and Ciel knew about it, What will be Fran's fate? I'm afraid being completely alienated by my brother is a slight, and maybe I will face a more terrifying danger.

Because they were afraid of this prospect, they took the same countermeasure after thinking about it for a while.

But is this approach really good? Matilda didn't dare to predict, and she didn't even know whether everything would get worse next.

——I’m afraid it was precisely because she was in such a difficult situation that Mary came over to tell him all about it and let herself help share the pressure.

What should we do?

Only one thing is certain.

Compared to Maurice's life and death and justice, she was even less willing to cause any trouble for Charles.

Is there any way to prevent these siblings from falling into a terrible situation?

Witnessed by the winter clouds, Matilda fell into the most complicated thoughts.

…………………………

At this time, of course, Charles didn't know that there was such a lovely woman who was worried about him. He is now in the Elysee Palace, accepting a summons from the president.

Standing next to him was the Minister of the Interior, His Excellency Pierre Barroche, who had been troubled recently by the murder case.

"The murder of young Mr. de Beauvin is an extremely bad act of lawlessness. We must find a way to solve it as soon as possible in order to calm the mood of the people." In front of them, Louis Bonaparte put his hands behind his back and slowly Pacing, his tone was stiff and cold, "Pierre, it's been almost a week, don't you still have nothing meaningful to tell us?"

"My subordinates... are sparing no effort to search for all clues, sir." The minister's oval face looked very ugly at this moment, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Even his voice was trembling, "I believe it will be soon." …”

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"I believe that before long, they will be able to successfully turn Paris upside down and plunge everyone into panic. Just because of such a case - although it is very bad - will make the people feel that the country is extremely unstable. ? No, this is not good." The president interrupted the minister, "Pierre, it is a good thing to do justice to the society, but it is not necessary to make a big show of it. It will only create a bad impression on the people, and stabilizing people's hearts is not good for us. Very important..."

"What do you mean?" The minister didn't react for a while.

"Send all the people with uncoordinated ideas among your men to investigate this incident, and let them do it as calmly as possible," Charles explained to the minister in a low voice. "Anyone who disobeys you and the president will definitely It’s incompetent and ineffective.”

This hint was so obvious that no matter how uncertain he was, the Minister of the Interior could not fail to understand it.

"I understand," the minister finally understood, then nodded repeatedly, and then nodded gratefully towards Ciel.

Yes, he finally figured it out.

Apparently, Louis Bonaparte, like him, felt no regrets at Maurice's death. But this does not prevent him from ostracizing dissidents in the Paris police force on behalf of poor Mr. Maurice de Beauvin.

For him, it was a good thing that he couldn't even find the culprit now.

"Now that I understand, I have nothing to explain to you. You go and do it quickly." Louis Bonaparte seemed to have lost interest in the minister and waved his hand casually.

The minister, who had been under great pressure, finally left as if he had been granted amnesty. Only Louis Bonaparte and Charles were left in the room.

Louis Bonaparte stood there the whole time, looking thoughtful.

Charles remained respectfully silent, waiting for the future emperor to inquire.

"Charles, I don't think you are sad about the death of poor M. de Beauvin?" After a long silence, Louis Bonaparte finally spoke.

"I think few people would be sad about it," Charles replied with a smile, "except the great banker himself."

"Yes, except for the Baron himself..." Louis Bonaparte's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was sneering. "So, you went to see the baron before?"

"Yes, I went to visit him the day after I learned about the murder." Charles was not surprised how the other party knew about this situation.

"So, in your opinion, this gentleman..." Louis Bonaparte frowned slightly, and his gaze at Charles seemed to become sharper, "Is his current mental state okay? My Meaning, can he still maintain his previous status and cooperate with us as a capable person? I seem to have received some bad information recently..."

Ciel understood.

Louis Bonaparte wanted to reassess the need for continued cooperation with Baron Beauvain - the president's power and influence were now different, and he was no longer dependent on the Baron's support. If the Baron now proves to be unruly, he will be kicked out without mercy.

Charles calmed down slightly, because his next words would be worth tens of thousands.

"When even you think so, I think he has succeeded, sir." (To be continued...)