Flowers, Swords and France

Charles and Matilda only tried to test each other, and then they both changed the topic. After chatting about irrelevant things for a while, Matilda said goodbye, and took the letter, preparing to go pick up her sister later, while Charles refused her suggestion to go with him on the grounds that he was busy.

After she left, Charles sat back in his seat and fell into deep thought.

What Matilda said was really unexpected. What did she know? How much did she know?

Perhaps she guessed something from some of Charles' words and deeds. It would be strange for someone like her not to have any doubts. From what she said and tested just now, she may have basically determined in her heart that Charles was a rebel with ulterior motives.

However, it is obvious that she did not choose to report it, but instead tried to seek some cooperation on behalf of Count Dillion's family. Of course, although there were some semi-obscure hints, it was impossible for both sides to completely trust each other at once, so today was just the first step of testing.

Even Matilda seemed to have persuaded her father to acknowledge her sister's marriage on the grounds that "Lucien Leflair, a republican, could be used to hedge her bets."

Perhaps, she had this plan from the beginning? She must have felt the crisis of the dynasty long ago, and was secretly looking for a way out for the family in her heart, right? Her sister's matter was also an opportunity for her...

This thought suddenly flashed through Charles' mind, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This woman is really too powerful! While he sighed, he couldn't help but sweat secretly - if she didn't help to conceal it because she wanted to seek cooperation, but reported him, the consequences... were simply unimaginable.

Although time travel allowed him to know some of the general situation and make some "correct choices and decisions", it obviously did not improve his IQ. If he only regarded people of this era as ignorant people because they were just "figures in modern history", he would be the only one who would suffer!

The smooth progress and completion of various tasks before made Charles feel a little elated, and Joseph Bonaparte's recent deliberate solicitation made him feel that "labor and capital are invincible". At this moment, after the blow brought by Matilda unintentionally, he finally reflected on himself deeply, and then returned to his previous calm and self-reflective state.

"It's impossible to perform worse than a little girl, right?" He whispered to himself, encouraging himself. "Keep working hard, Charles!"

"Sir, what's wrong?" After seeing Matilda off, Fran walked back to the small reception room and saw her brother's strange behavior.

"Nothing." Charles replied with a smile, then stood up, and the whole person looked radiant because of the light in his eyes. "I just remembered something."

"You are really strange today..." Fran sighed and shook her head.

Charles stretched out his hand and put it on his sister's head, then jokingly shook it left and right twice. "Your hair style is nice today."

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Although Joseph Bonaparte has agreed to Charles' plan of "uniting the royal party to overthrow Soult" on behalf of his cousin, Louis Bonaparte, the leader of the organization, there is no new news from Charlotte yet, so it can only be put on hold for the time being.

However, this does not mean that Charles has nothing to do.

After lunch, he changed his clothes according to the scheduled schedule, then went out for a stroll, found a rented carriage, and drove to a run-down neighborhood in the 11th district. Charles made an appointment with someone today to hand over the new leaflet manuscript to the other party.

Because he has some talent for writing, many of the leaflets distributed by the Bonapartist agitators were originally written by Charles.

Out of a necessary caution, Charles asked the driver of the rental carriage to stop two or three streets away from the agreed location - he would rather walk a little further on his own than let anyone know his whereabouts.

After paying the fare, Charles got off the carriage.

Because it was noon, many workers in the workshop just came out of their workplaces to go to small restaurants or go home for lunch, which gave Charles great cover. Charles mixed in the bustling crowd and walked towards his destination.

However, perhaps because of the blow he suffered today, he became overly vigilant, and Charles always felt a sense of discomfort in his heart. This was a feeling he had rarely had before.

Charles glanced around and did not find anything particularly unusual. The crowds were bustling, and the sounds of conversation, quarrels, and vendors were all normal.

Could it be that he was really too shocked and his mentality was unstable?

When Charles was laughing at himself, suddenly... he finally remembered what was wrong.

In a small restaurant facing the street, there were a few people sitting around a small table, chatting while reading newspapers, seemingly discussing some national affairs.

In the spy war dramas of the past, there were often such plots of "plainclothes officers using newspapers to cover themselves up", so Charles subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Also, in this neighborhood where workers and poor people gathered, would there really be many people who would have the leisure to pay attention to what the newspapers were saying and chat with each other?

After discovering this suspicion, Charles slowly walked into a small shop, and then continued to observe the people reading newspapers calmly.

Although it was well concealed, Charles could clearly feel that their eyes were secretly scanning all the passers-by. And occasionally communicate by making eye contact.

Something's wrong, something really isn't right.

Ciel glanced around again - this time with extreme caution.

He found that several simple carriages were parked at the entrance of the alley. It may seem inconsequential, but if necessary, it can block an alley in a matter of seconds.

After realizing all this, his heart quickly sank.

What's going on?

Was the person over there exposed? Or is it the same disaster as that day?

Ciel's mind was spinning.

No matter what, leave first and then make an appointment next time - if nothing happens to the other party. He quickly made a decision in his mind.

Then, he walked out of the shop and walked back the way he came.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Gunfire rang out.

Damn it! It came from the direction of the agreed place! Ciel fell into shock for a moment. Was that person really exposed?

Ignore him, leave here first, then think about it carefully when you go back.

After hearing the gunfire, people on the street fell into panic. Some people hid in their homes and street shops, while others fled along the street in the opposite direction of the gunfire.

Ciel didn't want it, so he quickly mixed in with the fast-running crowd, trying to get out.

However, as he expected, the alley here was blocked by the carriages he had seen before, and then those people who were sitting and reading newspapers had already occupied the alley, holding hands with arms.

"Everyone, stop! We are the police. We are here to catch the traitors today. This is a simultaneous operation in several blocks! Don't run away!" One of the people who seemed to be the leader shouted, "Who is coming towards me? Run, who is the traitor! Don’t blame our guns for being ruthless!”

After he finished speaking, the crowd was still flowing this way.

A flash of anger flashed across the man's face, then he fired a shot into the air.

The crisp sound of gunfire finally made people stop. Charles sighed secretly in his heart and had no choice but to stop. The gunfire over there hasn't stopped yet, but it's becoming more and more sporadic and faint. It's obvious that the situation is not good.

"We are going to investigate everyone here one by one. Don't move. Just stay where you are and wait for our investigation! Let me say it again, our time is limited. You'd better cooperate, otherwise you may not only go to jail, but also Take the shot!" the police leader shouted again.

Then he waved his hand and started walking over with a few people.

They walked up to a middle-aged man in shabby clothes and a thin face at the front, and then the leader asked sharply. "You! Name! What are you doing!"

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"Jean-Peppo..." Fang Fang's teeth were chattering, "The workman..."

"Where?!"

"Right here..." he replied hurriedly, "in Mr. Parnin's factory..."

The policeman stared at him carefully for a moment, then walked up to the man behind him.

"You! What are you doing!"

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In this way, the police officers checked one by one, and finally it was Charles's turn.

After looking at Charles carefully, the police leader laughed, his eyes full of cruelty and coldness, "Sir, what are you doing here? Can you tell me carefully..."

Ciel knew what he was thinking.

Because although his clothes were not expensive, they were too tidy and could not fit into this mean street. It's suspicious, just by looking at it.

His face turned pale and his tongue trembled. "Wo... I'm a monk... I'm studying painting..."

"Hoho? Foreigner? Painter?" The policeman couldn't help laughing when he heard his weird accent. "Which country and what's your name?"

"Wo..." Charles's trembling spread to his hands, "Wo is a German, his name is... Carl Friedland, from... from Hamburg... he came to France... he came to France to study painting... Today, today I’m in Jieli...collecting things..."

Then he put his hand into his arms.

Immediately, several guns were pointed at Ciel, but after seeing that Ciel only took out a small badge, the guns were put down again.

Charles held the badge in his trembling hand and handed it to the policeman. "Introduction...introduction...my..."

This is the emblem of the Ecole Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris and is undoubtedly genuine.

The officer looked at the badge and nodded. "It's true."

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

However, just when Charles thought he had passed the test, the police leader suddenly spoke again. "Since you are here to paint, you must have brought a painting book? Show it to me, Mr. Painter?"

This is a common tactic of the police. They make you relax first and then suddenly hit you. Many people fell down due to this "sudden" attack.

Ciel tremblingly handed the sketchbook in his hand to the other party.

He opened it, flipped through it casually, then looked up at Ciel, and made a joke. "These portraits are pretty good, they have a bright future, young people..."

Ciel forced an ugly smile. "Thanks……"

At this time, a policeman walked quickly from another street. "Several suspects have been caught!"

"Great!" The police cheered.

The police chief returned the sketchbook to Charles, "You finally came to France, study hard, young man, you seem to have some talent... Go back, it's not peaceful here today."

Then he looked at the others, "All of you go home and stay quiet today, do you hear me!"

Then the police moved the carriage away, and then cleared the road at the alley. Charles walked out in the crowd. He walked very slowly, although he wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he had to walk very slowly.

He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he walked out of a block.

Thank you! Fran! It turns out that your brother's love for you is rewarded!

This is his sister's sketchbook.

Then, he regained his mind. Now is not the time to be thankful. If the person he was going to meet today was arrested, then the organization's secret propaganda den would be in danger, and it must be dealt with quickly.

Quick!

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