Flowers, Swords and France

Although he was polite on the outside, the worries hidden in the earl's heart were quickly revealed by Charles.

It’s no wonder that as an ambassador who has lived here for a long time, when the relationship between Britain and France is facing a major turning point and is about to usher in gratifying progress, he does not receive the awards and appreciation he deserves at home. Instead, he is rushed over by a young man who is just starting out and shows his dignity. It would be difficult for anyone to feel at ease when being so close to Her Majesty the Queen and His Excellency the Prime Minister.

In his view, the major improvement in Anglo-French relations should be attributed to him, and he should also lead the upcoming coordination between Britain and France.

However, because Ciel was so popular, he did not dare to act too aggressively, so he only dared to use this subtle method to intimidate Ciel and use this to regain the dominance.

However... although he can understand the other party's thoughts, Ciel has no intention of being humble at all.

"Following your instructions?" Charles looked at the other party pretending to be curious, "Sir, have you received any new instructions from the president? Or is it that the minister did not tell me any decisions, but deliberately If this is the case, please tell me immediately and I will follow their instructions without hesitation.”

I can follow the instructions of the minister and the president, but if they are yours, there is no need.

Under Charles's straightforward reply, a trace of embarrassment and panic passed over the Earl's face.

"Sir, you don't have to worry. I haven't received any updated instructions from the country." He softened his tone slightly. "I just said that in order to negotiate with the United Kingdom more effectively, you can rely more on us and use us." After all, we have been in the UK for a long time and have more experience in dealing with the British. Only in this way can we get more from the British."

"I completely agree with this." Charles nodded, "So, I hope you can lend me a secretary from the embassy to temporarily serve as my counselor to assist me in talks with the British. I will ask him Feel free to consult.”

Ciel's words instantly caused the entire reception room to fall into a state of silence.

Because everyone heard what he meant.

"You are...you are telling me to go back?" The minister looked at Charles in disbelief.

"Yes, that's what I mean - the meeting that follows. You don't have to be there because the stakes are so high."

"Sir, if you don't let me participate, it would be out of order, right? I am still the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary, and the diplomatic exchanges between France and the United Kingdom should be handled by me." Count de Longcroll was originally His very serious face became even paler now, "If you or the Minister have other arrangements, feel free to mention them to me and I will consciously implement them."

"No, I don't have any special objections to you, and your arrangements are not something I can handle." Charles waved his hand. He said that he did not specifically want to exclude him, and at the same time he did not care about his threat to resign, "However, I came here in a private capacity, and I do not need your permission to see who I want to see. It is my freedom to come."

"It's enough to say this to others, so why bother saying it to me, sir?" A trace of ridicule appeared on Count de Longcroll's face, "Am I still unaware of the true meaning of your trip?" Purpose, and who will you be engaging with?"

Now that he has been ostracized by Ciel, he is no longer afraid to tell the truth.

"If you insist on saying that, then I can only say that I am sorry." Ciel shrugged, "Then, you can go now."

Then he stood up and looked at the embassy attachés who had followed the minister.

He would choose one of them at random to serve as his temporary assistant—and, if possible, his future long-term assistant.

Then, his eyes fell on a young man in his twenties, with chestnut hair and a very elegant appearance.

It looks quite pleasing to the eye, it must be him.

"Let him stay and be my translator." Ciel pointed at him, then yawned seemingly tiredly, "Everyone else should go back."

This young man, who didn't know whether he was unfortunate or lucky, suddenly became the center of attention.

After a moment, he woke up from his initial confusion, and then opened his eyes in disbelief.

"First... sir... you... are you...?" He looked at Charles in panic and answered incoherently, "But... but... I... you..."

"What's your name? What's your current position?" Before he could finish speaking, Charles interrupted him directly.

"I...my name is Paul Bilot, sir." After a moment, the young man finally calmed down, but he still looked a little panicked by Charles's sudden move. "Now working as the third secretary in the embassy."

In other words, is he a low-level employee who has just entered the embassy?

very good.

"Okay, then you can stay today. I still have some things to ask you." Charles continued in an unquestionable tone, "Tomorrow, maybe I will have negotiations with some British people. Then Please act as a translator for me when the time comes. I need to consult with you on many issues.”

The young man looked at Charles hesitantly, and then at the angry ambassador. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say it, as if he wanted to refuse but didn't dare.

"You are too arbitrary, sir!" Faced with Charles's implicit humiliation, the Earl finally couldn't stand it any longer and stood up angrily, "This is not what your Excellency the Minister instructed us to do!"

"Now I have the final say here. If you have any objections, just mention it to the country." Charles replied calmly.

"I will!"

"Even if you mention it, what's the use? Will the minister reprimand me for this?" Charles sneered. "I advise you not to make such a useless attempt," "If you do not interfere with my execution of my will, then I will never have any idea about your status." "

"You cannot treat our country's most precious diplomacy as child's play!"

"I don't. On the contrary, I cherish it very much, so I will never leave it to others. What I want to promote is de Treville diplomacy, not de Turgo diplomacy, let alone de Longcro I am a diplomat, so what I need is a reference, not someone's guidance, let alone a rubber stamp, letting you handle it and enjoy yourself. You have to be free. Don't think that I just come to the ministry to get a salary. What I need is to implement my own foreign policy - as long as I am on stage." Charles looked at the count calmly, then shrugged. "Sir, have I made it clearer? Now, please go back first. There are still many things waiting for you to deal with!"

Then, he made a gesture to Paul Bilot, telling him to stop talking nonsense and obey the order honestly.

The young man looked at the ambassador, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to remain silent.

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Seeing Charles treat the ambassador so forcefully, the young man understood even more the great power of Mr. de Treville.

He understood that if he did not go back with the ambassador and others this time, there would be no room for him in the embassy in the future. However, for the sake of his own future, he finally decided to take a gamble and see if Mr. Treville would favor him specifically because of his performance - if the bet won, it would be a big deal for him. It means a bright future.

Everyone knows that Mr. de Treville likes to promote young people who are capable and ambitious, right?

After being scolded by Charles, Count de Longcroll angrily left the palace with his other entourage, except Paul Bilott who stayed.

At this time, the sky was already slightly dark.

Charles glanced at Paul Bilott, who was still very nervous.

"Don't be afraid, sir... As long as you behave well, this accident will be an unexpected blessing for you, rather than a disaster from heaven."

"But I'm just worried that I won't behave well in front of you, sir!" Paul muttered uneasily, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his gentle face again.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide. "You...you speak English?"

"Yes, I can." Charles nodded simply, "Not only can I speak English, I can also speak German. Although I'm not very fluent, I can at least talk to others smoothly."

Really... Paul Bilott sighed inwardly.

Since he knows how to do it, his chances of performance are even smaller...

"You may not know yet, but tomorrow... I will have a meeting with the British Prime Minister and the Foreign Ministers." Charles continued bluntly, "I just said that I don't have to follow the rules set by the Minister. But there is no doubt that I don't want to break up with them and damage the relationship between Britain and France... Therefore, you need to bear the heavy responsibility, and I need you to play a buffering role. If you do it well, you can count on me for anything. Want the reward."

"..." The young man's breathing quickened slightly.

For a diplomat like him from a civilian background, is there much else that can be expected?

"However, first of all, please recognize the reality - I am not keeping you because of your abilities. I haven't seen that yet. I am keeping you just because you were lucky." Charles' tone was sudden. Becoming arrogant, "If, if you want to keep this kind of luck, you must continue to keep a low profile and be cautious, do you understand?"

If a bucket of cold water was poured on him, the original excitement in Paul Bilot's heart was immediately extinguished.

"You...you are..."

"So, I don't need any other opinions from you. You just need to carry out my will. Do you understand?" (To be continued...)