Flowers, Swords and France

"quick!"

"Faster!"

"Can't you go faster?"

Charles sat in the taxi and kept urging. He now has to race against time.

The person Charles was going to meet today was one of the people responsible for inciting propaganda within the organization. Although he doesn't know Charles's true identity, he definitely knows the location of the organization's underground propaganda den and printing agency. If he can't withstand torture after being caught - which is almost certain, it's just the length of time - , then this den will definitely be destroyed.

Not only is the den destroyed, but if the people inside are caught again, God knows how many more people will be taken out!

The sudden crisis made his heart tighten.

These people must be moved away before the political ax takes action.

Time is life, and Charlie felt the meaning of this sentence more keenly than ever before. Previously, for safety reasons, Ciel deliberately set the meeting place in District 11. Now, he deeply regrets this decision.

"Can you go faster? I'm really in a hurry!" Feeling that the carriage was still not fast enough, Charles couldn't help but urge it loudly again.

Finally the coachman couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sir, this is just a carriage, not an Arab flying carpet! I have obeyed your orders and have been speeding up!" The coachman's tone was full of complaints. "If you do it again, what will you do if you hurt the horse? Besides, what if you hit someone? It's daytime and there are so many people on the road!"

Charles took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, and without caring about the danger, he put them directly into the driver's pocket on the Mercedes-Benz carriage. "Is this enough? If not, I have some more here!"

Sure enough, in today's era, there is no worry as much as the worship of money.

After feeling the heavy weight in his pocket, "Okay!" the coachman shouted, and then whipped the two horses several times.

The poor horse could only scream a few times, then speed up and gallop into the wind. Someone seemed to be yelling and cursing from behind, but neither of them pretended to hear.

Finally, after crossing almost the entire city of Paris, the carriage arrived at the 15th arrondissement, and Charles stopped the carriage. Then he took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket and handed them directly to the other party, "Here are all for you!"

He turned a deaf ear to the coachman's cry of "Sir, please call me again from now on! I promise to be faster than anyone else!" and hurriedly dodged into an alley.

After walking through the alley for more than ten minutes, he came to the door of a tabloid newspaper.

The entrance of this newspaper office looks desolate and dilapidated. At first glance, it looks like the kind of small newspaper office that is poorly managed and will close down at some point.

He ignored it and kicked the door open.

The loud noise alarmed almost everyone inside, and then several hostile eyes stared at him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" a person asked coldly.

"Ask your boss to come see me. I have something important to explain! It's an urgent matter!" Charles didn't bother to pay attention to him and shouted directly. Then he mouthed a silent "Long live the Emperor!"

The person who asked the question stared at him closely, then looked out the window and found that no one was following him.

He asked the others to look at Ciel and then walked up the stairs.

After a while, Ciel heard a question.

"Who's coming?"

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a vest slowly walked down the stairs. He was Seréon, the head of the Paris propaganda agency within the organization. He secretly operated the printing and propaganda machine under the name of running a small newspaper. , Charles and him had met several times in previous secret meetings and knew each other.

"It's me." Ciel replied calmly.

After seeing clearly who was coming, Celeron opened his eyes wide.

He was surprised, because under normal circumstances, it was basically impossible for this person to appear here directly.

"..." As soon as the man spoke, he realized something was wrong, and then changed his words, "Sir, what do you want to do here?"

"Bad thing, big bad thing." Charles replied with a wry smile, "The person who was scheduled to meet me today was arrested, and it seems that more than one person was arrested... The police conducted a big operation this time, and I was shocked It took a lot of effort to escape."

As he spoke, Serreon's face became paler and paler.

"Oh God! Oh God!" He couldn't help but sigh. "That's my right-hand man!"

"It might be the person who wants your life." Charles added gloomily. "If he comes to you shortly afterwards with a group of policemen."

After all, he was an old member. After being shocked by the initial blow, Serreon quickly recovered and cheered up.

"We need to evacuate as soon as possible."

"Obviously." Ciel nodded, "Hurry up and pack your things."

Sereon turned to look at the others who were still stunned.

"What are you still doing here! Pack your things and get ready to run!"

"Don't bring too many things, otherwise it will be too troublesome to leave the city later." Ciel added, "Just bring a few important things."

"Did you hear that? Do as this gentleman says!" Serreon shouted again.

Then he said to Charles, "Wait a moment while I go pack my things." Then he walked back up the stairs to the second floor.

"What about these machines?" asked a person next to him.

"The machine will always be there, as long as you escape." Ciel replied.

After waiting for a few minutes, Serreon walked down again. "I've packed it up!"

Then, other people also reported back that they had packed up. Of course no one would be foolish enough to pick up a bunch of cumbersome stuff at a time like this.

"Okay, let's get ready to go!" Serreon let out a sigh of relief. "Remember everyone to leave separately when the time comes!"

Then they quietly agreed on the time, place and method of meeting later.

"But, there are still a lot of documents and leaflets here..." Sereon suddenly said hesitantly, "What should I do with these?"

"Burn it without giving them a word," Charles replied.

"But..." Serreon still looked a little hesitant, "It's summer now, the temperature is very high, and it's dry. There are many residential buildings in our area, and the fire prevention facilities are also very poor... If we set a fire like this, I'm afraid it will spread. Come on..."

silence.

There was silence.

He knew the answer, he just wanted to shirk responsibility and let me make the necessary decision.

But I can't shirk it anymore.

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"Just set fire to it, don't worry about it." Ciel's expression did not change at all. "When we run out later, we should shout 'fire' as much as possible to warn the surroundings. It should...should..." He hesitated, "There shouldn't be any casualties."

Everyone knows that this is impossible, and there will definitely be casualties, but sometimes people always like to have something to deceive themselves.

"Is this really the only way?" Although Celeron seemed to be questioning, it was actually a tone of confirmation, with a hint of happiness that he had shied away from responsibility. "Okay, listen to you, there is nothing we can do about it."

"Okay, then we don't have to waste time." Charles's voice was still extremely calm. "Let's do it now."

Documents and leaflets were piled up as much as possible, and oil was poured everywhere.

"Let's go!" Sereon shouted, and then left without looking back, and then everyone filed out.

The flames started, then grew bigger and bigger, until they became a monster that engulfed the entire house.

"Fire!" "Fire!" The group of people shouted as they walked away. His steps did not slow down as the fire spread, and he no longer cared about whether his warning was timely and received enough attention.

It's better than nothing, just self-comfort.

Everyone ran to an alley, where they were scattered in all directions.

"I wish you good luck, Mr. Treville!" Serreon saluted. "Thank you for your timely message and saving my life."

"It's what I should do, you're welcome." Ciel's tone was still calm.

"Then, I'm leaving Paris first. Please take care of yourself." Serreon blessed him very respectfully. In addition to gratitude, there was actually a little bit of... fear in his eyes.

Yes, because I casually burn people to death without blinking an eye, so he is afraid of me, and because of fear, he respects me. Respect is most easily derived from fear.

If I let him know that I am more scared and confused than him right now, I'm afraid this fear and respect will disappear immediately, right? So I can only calm down.

Ciel said calmly.

""Take care of yourself, Mr. Serreon, goodbye. "

The two men left along different streets.

Along the way, people everywhere were exclaiming "Fire!"

There were people running away, people trying to rescue property or children from the home, it was chaos. They are not enemies, they are innocents.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. He thought silently in his mind.

There seemed to be some sound coming from somewhere.

No need to quibble, and stop apologizing. Are you really sorry? If you had the choice again, you would still do it! You are a villain! Do you think apologizing can reduce your guilt by half? No kidding, villain!

Yes, I am a villain, I made this decision of my own volition and I still don't regret it. I won’t defend myself, I will still be a villain in the future. I am a villain who uses the name of good ideals to cover up his evil deeds and evil desires.

Ignoring the firelight and chaotic crowds around him, the young man walked forward with a determined pace. He did not look back at the tragedy he had caused. Maybe because I don’t dare, maybe because I don’t want to, maybe because I can’t.

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By the time Ciel returned home, it was already evening.

Fran was shocked when she saw her brother's pale face and shabby clothes, "Brother, what's wrong with you! What happened!"

"It's nothing." Charles forced a smile, but his tone was full of exhaustion.

"What's the matter? Look at what you're like now!" Fran walked up, "What's going on!"

However, she got no answer, only a hug. "Fran, let me hug you."

Fran opened her eyes wide and let her brother hug her blankly.

After a long time, Ciel still didn't speak, and just kept holding his sister.

"Those who love and trust no one in their hearts can only become bloodthirsty scum." His grandfather's words echoed in his ears.

Yes, I'm a villain, but I have a sister, so I can't be a scumbag yet, I have to take care of her.

Flan quietly felt her brother's embrace, then she slowly reached out and stroked her brother's hair. Tears gathered in her eyes, but unfortunately her brother couldn't see it.

Are you the only one who can bear everything?