Flowers, Swords and France

Just as Charles expected, his colleagues also believed the rumor, and even Louis Bonaparte seemed to have some such doubts.

Am I this kind of person in your eyes? A trace of curiosity suddenly flashed through his mind.

However... even if they see me like this, I can't say anything... Finally, he smiled bitterly in his heart.

In this way, the last preparatory meeting of the Bonapartists, under the leadership and instigation of Louis Bonaparte, quickly reached a consensus.

When it was learned that everything had been prepared and everything was ready, no one had any doubts about the upcoming turmoil and violence, and no one felt any psychological burden about it.

How could such a group of people be afraid to speculate about their colleagues and peers with the greatest malice?

But it doesn't matter, he is not afraid of others seeing him like this.

With such a thought, after leaving the Elysee Palace, he took a carriage and slowly moved forward, looking at the bustling street scene outside the window, his heart was silent, and finally he sighed heavily.

Fran had been in a coma for several days. Although her condition had not deteriorated, it had not improved much. Moreover, he had been too busy with work, so he had no time to accompany her recently. He only went to see her by her bed when he had time, and looked at her increasingly pale face with great sorrow. .

At this moment, he had forgotten the anger and resentment his sister had brought him. He only hoped that the cruel fate would not play a joke on him again and let him see his sister die forever.

That night, for the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of being at a loss. He cried like a child, helpless and miserable. He never wanted to experience it again.

However, he could forgive his sister a little, but he was not so soft-hearted towards another "relative".

After a few days of hustle and bustle, he finally found a time today to deal with him personally.

When he thought of this, he frowned slightly, and then threw all other selfish thoughts out of his mind.

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"Sir, you are finally here..."

When Charles arrived at the agreed place, Matilda, who had been waiting here for a long time, came to greet him immediately.

Then, she showed a relieved expression on her face, "Finally, I can leave all this to you... I have been so nervous for a while! If it is delayed for a few more days. I don't know how to hide it from my father and Mr. Leflair."

"Thank you, Matilda." Charles forced a smile and nodded to her, "Don't be afraid, now leave everything to me."

"You have caused me a big trouble, sir..." Matilda replied with a wry smile.

Then, she straightened her face and looked at Charles very seriously, "Although this may not be in your favor. But... I ask you not to be too harsh when dealing with him, okay? This person doesn't look like a bad person..."

Since colluding with Mary to lure Ezreal Walter out and trap him. Matilda has been very worried about how to deal with this person. She feels that it is not right to let him go, and it is not right to continue to hold him. She is completely at a loss.

Although they have not had any contact, from the short contact. She feels that this young man is not a bad person, but a very principled and even righteous person. In contrast, her side is more like the one doing bad things. Because of this, although this person obviously offended Charles and herself, she did not want to let this young man suffer more, so she boldly pleaded for him.

"I know, don't worry, I won't kill him." Charles's face remained unchanged. "Charlotte told me that I must not hurt him again, let alone kill him, so I won't do that, don't worry."

I don't know through what channel, the day before yesterday, Charlotte learned that Ezreal was arrested by Charles's people, and then went directly to Charles and made it clear that he would never be allowed to hurt this "brother".

"Charlotte, I know you are very dissatisfied with him, but you have to understand that I asked him to help investigate you, and he just obeyed my request. If you want to vent your anger, just come to me directly!" Charlotte's expression was very serious at the time, without any joking or retreating. "Charlotte, if you dare... if you dare to kill him, then I will never forgive you! You know the consequences when the time comes!"

Charlotte made such a statement, not because she had much affection for Charles, her illegitimate brother, but because she didn't want to see this kind-hearted young man who was full of concern for her, suffer a big misfortune because of helping her.

In the face of Charlotte's stern warning, Charles didn't say much and directly agreed to Charlotte's request.

Of course, not beating or killing is one thing, and whether to give other punishments is another. Charles made up his mind to teach this kid who didn't know what was good for him and didn't listen to warnings and went against him several times a lesson.

"It's great that you can say that..." After hearing Charles's assurance, Matilda blinked with relief. Then, as if with some inexplicable thoughts, she raised her head and glanced at the sky again, muttering softly to herself, "You are really listening to that lady now..."

Before Charles could hear the resentment and continuation hidden in this soliloquy, she turned her attention to Charles again, and the sight behind the lens was filled with worry again, "By the way, Fu Is Lan okay now? Has her injury improved?"

"It's okay. At least he's out of danger now, but he hasn't woken up yet." When he said this, Charles' mood became even more depressed. "However, the doctor said that if he can maintain his current good condition, He should wake up soon."

"That's great!" Matilda beamed, obviously very happy about this, "I really hope she gets better soon!"

Then. She sighed with pity and sympathy, "You have been working really hard these days. I hope you can cheer up and get over this blow..."

Recently because of Fran's incident. There were many terrible rumors in the world. As a person who knew the inside story, she was very angry at the rumors that were obviously slandering Ciel. However, due to her position, she could not refute it out loud, so she was also full of thoughts in her heart. expressed concern and sympathy for Ciel.

This kind of unabashed kindness moved Charles quite a bit.

He walked up to Matilda, then stretched out his hands and hugged her gently.

"Thank you very much. Matilda..."

When she was hugged just now, Matilda froze slightly. Then, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, and she also put her arms around Ciel's back.

"Don't be so outspoken, sir...do you think that now that you have even taken away my right to worry about you?"

In this way, the two people hugged each other gently, full of warmth, but not a bit erotic.

After a while. The two people separated again.

"Okay, now take me over to see him. I have something to say to him." Charles whispered, "How is his mental state now? Is he still conscious?"

"Well. He is still very conscious now," Matilda suddenly seemed a little uneasy, "It's just that his attitude was very uncooperative, so after taking him back, I didn't interrogate him anymore, I just detained him. stand up……"

Why. At this point, what else needs to be interrogated? I already know enough, much more than I want to know... Ciel couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart again.

"Okay, it doesn't matter. If you can temporarily detain him, you have already done me a great favor."

Then, they walked into this small room together.

"Okay! You scumbag, you finally have the nerve to come and see me." After seeing Ciel, Ezreal Walter's pale and weak face showed an obvious anger, and he yelled at him. Get up, "Come on, take your mistress and continue to torture me. That's all you know how to do anyway! I'm not afraid of you!"

After hearing such a comment, a trace of embarrassment clearly flashed across Matilda's face, but Charles remained calm. He just looked at his brother lightly and said nothing.

This once lively young man now looked very miserable, with bandages on several places on his body and even some bruises on his face. It was obvious that he had been beaten very badly before. In addition, in order to prevent him from escaping, his captors actually used prison shackles, making his movement very unfree.

However, even so, he had no intention of surrendering to Ciel, and immediately cursed Ciel as soon as he saw him.

Letting him curse, Ciel quietly walked up to him and looked down at him. "Have you had enough scolding?"

"I haven't scolded you enough! How can I scold you enough for a monster like you!" Ezreal stared back at him without any sign of weakness, "You are such a cold and selfish person, I can't wait to kill you with my own hands! That's right! , all the actions against you were done by me on my own initiative. I cheated on your fiancée and also cheated on your sister! If you are a man, come to me. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Don’t just do it! Bullying my sister!"

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Ezreal is so arrogant and rude, on the one hand because he has a deep prejudice against Ciel and is very disgusted with him. On the other hand, he also wants to use the method of irritating Ciel to attract all the anger of Ciel to his side. To prevent him from venting his anger on Fran.

He didn't know yet that Fran was seriously injured and unconscious at this time. Otherwise, this kind of scolding would probably be even more intense.

"I don't have time to engage in this kind of boring verbal battle with you. How you like to see me is your own business. I don't care at all." Charles interrupted him coldly. "I came here just to give you closure."

"Finished? Are you going to kill me?" Ezreal obviously misunderstood, and he sneered, "Okay, whatever you want, I won't ask for mercy from you."

"No, I won't kill you." Charles shook his head slightly and replied calmly, "Let me tell you, I want to lock you up like this first until I get married, and then put you wherever you want. Put yourself in a mail truck and let you go wherever you like, I never want to see you again."

"You... get married?" After Ezreal heard this keyword, he immediately forgot about Ciel's other threats.

"Yes, get married. Charlotte and I's wedding photos were planned. And I'm sorry. You will never receive an invitation, you can only lie here and bless us."

Even though her sister was seriously injured, she still held the wedding regardless. It seems a bit unreasonable, but it is just like what grandpa said. All plans are now ready and stuck at this point in time, so the wedding must go on as usual without any delay.

"She...she was stupid again after all! Love finally made her close her eyes again!" Ezreal's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he flashed through the indelible pain, obviously feeling sorry for Xia Lott's decision was heartbreaking.

Then he looked up at Ciel again, and there seemed to be real fire in his eyes. "You, you heartless beast! What other evil deeds can't you do? Why do you just refuse to let her go and make her suffer? You have hurt her with lies again and again. In the end, You plan to harm her for the rest of your life! What’s the difference between you and that scumbag? Do you have to let her die?”

He had seen with his own eyes Charlotte's tears of extreme grief that night, and because of this, he felt disgusted and even hated his brother's behavior of having fun and marrying her at the same time.

"I don't let go because I value Charlotte more than you think. In addition, what decision we make between us is our own business. Outsiders have no right to interfere. I also refuse other people's comments." Frowning. Interrupting him, "In order to prevent you from causing any trouble, I will lock you up until after the wedding. From there, don't let me see you again. Otherwise. The next time I see you, I still won't I will kill you, but I will let my men beat you again, I can guarantee that the beating will be several times worse than today.”

"You can threaten me, I'm not afraid." Under Charles' gaze. Ezreal slowly regained his composure, and he looked at Ciel with extremely hateful eyes. "Either you kill me, or you change your ways. Otherwise, one day, God will use my hand to punish you with justice! There will be a day."

"..." Charles was silent.

He had been upset recently, but his anger was once again aroused in front of Ezreal, who was so ignorant of current affairs.

"You...you think I don't dare to kill you?!"

With this loud shout, he raised his hand and slapped Ezreal hard. The already traumatized Ezreal couldn't help but moan in pain again. "I'm warning you, don't challenge my patience again, haven't you noticed? I've been extra tolerant to you, don't be ungrateful!"

After the beating, he breathed rapidly and looked at his brother with a red face.

"I gave you a chance, and I thought about treating you as one of my own. For the sake of your poor mother, I want to support you and make you prosperous - although I can't treat you as a biological brother, but is this good enough? As a result...you don't want it, you look down on me as Treville, sneer You have rejected all my good intentions. Okay, it doesn't matter, you can choose your own way, I won't interfere with you. If you want to refuse, just refuse. But... I don't interfere with you, why do you interfere with my life? How I want to live my life is my business and you have no right to take care of it!"

"If you are doing good things, I have no mood to care about you!" Ezreal retorted without any sign of weakness, "But... what have you done? Justice... it is justice that makes me unable to tolerate the two of them being together. I don’t think anyone with a sense of justice would cry and wither under your evil devastation!”

These words filled with the passion of young people made Ciel stunned for a moment.

He never thought that a person with Treville blood would actually say the word justice to him.

This time, he was not angry anymore, because the young man obviously really thought so. It was precisely driven by this sense of justice that he participated in it regardless of the risks, helping Fran, who had ulterior motives, to deal with himself, the heinous devil in his eyes.

What does your so-called justice mean to Fran? When he thought of this, Ciel smiled bitterly in his heart.

Well, he might be happier not knowing, just like myself.

"Justice? Damn justice!" After a moment of pause, Charles interrupted with a sneer, "When has there ever been justice in this world? Who is qualified to say that they represent justice? Have you ever thought about what they really are? What do you want? Justice or something else? No... you have never thought about it. You are just moving forward blindly for your own inner satisfaction. What qualifications do you have to get involved in justice? "

"I know that talking about justice to people like you is meaningless." Ezreal also sneered, "Your conscience has been completely wiped out long ago, just like your grandfather and father. I have long since I knew I couldn’t expect anything from you, but I didn’t expect you to sink to such a level..."

"Whatever you think." Looking at this 'brother' who had been blaming him, Charles suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion.

He no longer wanted to waste words with others over such an issue that had no outcome in itself.

"Okay, I've already told you what I need to tell you," Charles said with a straight face, regaining his emotionless tone, "You can make up your own mind, it's up to you whether you want to or not. If If I were you, I would choose to sit on the sidelines and let Charlotte and I live the peaceful lives we deserve.”

Then he turned around and left without looking back. "Well, good luck to you, Mr. Walter." (To be continued...)