Flowers, Swords and France

Just when Fran and Ezreal Walter had just met, as Fran knew, Marie was discussing things with Count Henry de Lagache Treville.

As soon as he entered the meeting room of the suite booked by Marie, Henry, who had changed into a casual suit, bowed to Marie attentively and sat down. Then, he looked at Marie carefully.

"Ms. de Leoran, Mr. Treville sent me a telegram saying that he had something to tell me through you. What is it?"

This young earl, under Charles's care in the past few years, has gotten rid of his original state of desolation and has a more youthful and promising demeanor. Everyone knows that he is a relative of the Treville family, and no one dares to look down on him. In the past few years, he can be regarded as smooth sailing, so not only has his demeanor changed, but even his skin, which was originally dark from soaking in the sea, has gradually become whiter.

However, even so, he did not dare to show that kind of demeanor in front of Marie.

Because Mary is a very beautiful woman - this is not only from the perspective of respecting women, but also from a more important perspective.

Mary went out after a careful dressing up, and now it can be said that she is radiant. She wore a fluffy skirt, and the ravines on her chest looked particularly deep against the white skin on her chest.

When they first met at the station, Henry secretly guessed that this lady must have some abnormal relationship with his distant relative - now, he has no doubts.

He must have slept with her! With such a beautiful person staying by your side, it would be strange not to sleep with her! At this moment, Henry had a flash of enlightenment in his heart, and then he faintly felt a little jealous of his distant relative who stayed in the capital and was very popular - he had also seen that man's wife Charlotte, who was also the daughter of his relative, the Duke of Treville, and was also very beautiful.

It is really enviable for a person to climb to a high position at a young age and enjoy such blessings.

But soon, this jealousy turned into deliberate respect and humility - since this was the lover of his protector, he could never show any frivolity or neglect. Not at all.

"This is not an easy thing to do. It should be said that the gentleman wants to ask you for a favor." Mary replied in a low voice. "And he needs you to keep it secret."

Help? When Henry heard this word, his heart tightened. Being able to ask for help from the other side. It must be a big deal.

However, he also knew that he had no room to refuse. Although the other party was polite, if he dared to refuse. The consequences would be difficult for him to bear.

"If the gentleman needs me to do anything, don't be so polite, just tell me, I will do my best to cooperate." He straightened his waist and answered very seriously.

"It's great that you are so active." Mary smiled and nodded, but perhaps because of habit, her smile always seemed a little sarcastic, of course not disgusting. "You don't have to be so nervous. If nothing unexpected happens, it shouldn't cause you any trouble."

"Please tell me in detail." Henry felt relieved.

Mary's smile slowly disappeared. She also became serious.

"Sir, do you know anyone at the customs?"

"Yes, and we are quite familiar with each other." Henry answered immediately.

After all, Henry has served in the navy for many years, so he has some friendship with the people in the customs. In the past few years, he has gradually become rich. In order to expand his social circle, he has also deliberately made friends with people from all walks of life in Marseille, so it is not bragging to say that he is familiar with them.

"Well, please inform the people you know at the customs and ask them to check in detail during this period." Mary deliberately lowered her voice. "During this period, on the ships arriving at Marseille, the passports of every person arriving at the port must be carefully checked. These passports are deliberately marked by the gentleman. There is no problem on the surface, but in fact, the person can be found quickly from the mark. What the gentleman needs you to do is to find those people through customs, and then follow their whereabouts and don't let them run away."

"Passport?" Henry was a little confused, "Are you saying that the gentleman wants us to find some people from the people who returned? Their passports are forged?"

"No. The passports are specially issued to them by the gentleman, and they are genuine." Mary shrugged, "It's just a special mark to make it easier for you to find them."

"Real passports with special marks?" Henry felt a little confused. "Why is this?"

"There are not so many whys in this world, Count." Mary replied with a smile, "In fact, I don't know the whole story, but I don't think it will affect our mission, right?"

"You are right..." Henry felt a little embarrassed, "Of course I am happy to serve Mr. Treville-"

"Not just for Mr. alone, you can think of this as a secret diplomatic mission." Mary paused deliberately, and then showed her slightly sarcastic smile again, "Yes, you are serving the country in a sense."

Secret diplomatic mission, serving the country... These words made Henry more energetic.

He knew that what the other party said might not only be untrue, but whether it was true or not, as long as that person said so, I am afraid that even if it was false, it must be true.

"Is it enough to find them?" He asked again tentatively.

"I'm afraid it's not quite enough." Mary shook her head, dispelling Henry's luck. "You still have to send a few trustworthy people and the people sent by your husband to find those people. Your people are familiar with the local area, and only with you leading the way can everything be foolproof."

Want to help arrest someone? It was getting more and more troublesome, and Henry felt a little tight on his scalp.

As if feeling his hesitation, Mary raised her head slightly, and the smile on her beautiful face became deeper and deeper.

"Sir said, if you find it troublesome, it's okay not to do this..."

Where is the option of not helping? Henry sighed inwardly.

"Of course I am very happy to serve my country." He stood up and then bowed.

"That's the best." Mary also smiled and nodded towards the other party, "I would like to thank you on behalf of sir."

It is indeed convenient to borrow Ciel's authority, and it is easy to achieve the effect of scaring people, but she doesn't like being seen as a stupid woman who can only bully others, so she just stops there.

"Don't be so polite. I told you that I am very happy to serve you." Henry smiled reluctantly, "It's just. I want to find out who else sent here? In this case, I can come earlier." Get ready."

"They will come to you then..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud muffled sound from nowhere, interrupting the conversation between the two people.

What's going on? Was it thundering? Henry's mind suddenly shook.

No. This is not thunder, this is like someone...

Before Henry could form an idea in his head, suddenly a gust of fragrant wind came to his nose again. Then his eyes flashed as he noticed a figure flashing past him.

The door was suddenly opened, and Mary rushed out at an unimaginable speed. At this time, Henry finally reacted.

Damn it, Miss Treville is still here! Could it be...

He was shocked for a moment, and then he rushed over after Mary. As he rushed, he secretly prayed that the worst-case scenario wouldn't come true.

If it's true, I'm afraid he will have to disguise himself and change his name and end up in the world... He has just become famous, who can accept that he has fallen into this situation?

While he was worrying about gain and loss, Mary had already rushed to the door at an unimaginable speed, and then knocked heavily on the door.

"Who?" A question immediately sounded inside.

He could still speak, and his voice was very calm. It seemed that nothing serious had happened... Mary suddenly felt relieved.

"It's me? What happened?" Mary immediately answered in a low voice at the door.

"Come in first." Fran said. While gently opening the door.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Fran with a gun in his hand.

"You..." She opened her mouth in shock.

In front of her, Fran was standing quietly in front of her, her expression indifferent and surprisingly calm.

And her eyes were quickly attracted by something else.

A pool of blood...A young man was already in a pool of blood.

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The young man seemed to have fainted, but she recognized his face.

"Fuck you!" In excitement, she cursed a curse word that was completely inconsistent with her upbringing without thinking.

Then, in an instant, she turned around and ran back to the door, then opened a small crack in the door.

At this moment, Henry had already run to the door.

"Don't come in!" Mary put her face to the crack of the door and shouted at Henry.

She looked so serious. Henry was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and even froze when he was about to knock on the door.

"Excuse me... what happened just... just now..."

"Miss is fine, she just accidentally knocked over a box." Mary stared at the other party coldly. "She is still changing clothes. You should stay outside the door and send away everyone who comes over!"

Did that knock over a box? Henry was still a little unbelievable.

"But……"

"Nothing but, just stand here!" Mary became impatient and shouted directly at him, "If someone comes over and disturbs the lady, do you think this is appropriate?"

Her words were not entirely true, but they carried an undeniable pressure. Only then did Henry realize that this beautiful woman, who had always smiled coquettishly, was actually so powerful inside.

She might really be able to tear me apart... A strange thought suddenly came to his mind.

"Uh... uh... you're right." He replied subconsciously.

"Then wait here!" Mary said no more and closed the door again.

After the door was closed, Mary exhaled heavily, and her whole body seemed to relax.

But soon she managed to regain her composure, and then walked to Fran's side.

"Did you just shoot him?"

"Yes, I did it." Fran replied calmly. "I don't know how this guy knew our whereabouts, but he just came here pretending to be a waiter."

"This guy..." Mary frowned and looked at Ezreal Walter who was in a pool of blood, "Mr. told him that if he dares to pester you and him again, he will never let him go. Why is this man so ignorant of life and death?"

"He probably thinks he can save me." Fran's face was still calm. "He said he wanted to save me, and he also said that he would take advantage of the opportunity of our transaction with the De-Bovan family to get my brother's handle, and then threaten him to let me go."

"Is this guy crazy?" Mary looked unbelievable. "Is the gentleman so easily threatened?"

"He is so passionate about being a hero, what can we do..." Fran's face sank. "I don't need a hero at all, and I have hinted several times that he can leave and never get involved with us again, but he insisted on doing so... and he knew so much, so I had no choice but to do it myself after careful consideration."

"You have no ability and you are blindly trying to be a hero, you really deserve to die!" Because he had been beaten several times, Mary had no mercy on Ezreal. "I told you to leave but you didn't leave. Now you are satisfied with your life, right?"

"I... I shouldn't have killed him." Fran said hesitantly.

"What?" Mary was shocked.

"I deliberately didn't hit the vital parts." Fran replied in a low voice. "I just checked, he really didn't get fatally injured, he just fainted."

After she said that, Mary also looked more carefully and found that the young man was indeed just fainted, and he still had a pulse and heartbeat.

"Why not just end it all? This kind of person is better dead than alive." Mary looked at Fran with some doubts, "We have spared him so many times..."

"He is kind to me after all, I don't want to kill him just because of this." Fran shook her head gently, indicating that she had other ideas.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, she spoke again. "In addition, I suspect that he is also the blood of the Treville family. Maybe... maybe... forget it."

"What?! Mary was even more shocked, and even her eyes widened.

"Nothing, this is just a guess of mine, otherwise some things are hard to explain." Fran bit her lip, trying to make herself look calm, "But it doesn't matter, I don't want to pursue it. Now, we have to think of a way to deal with it as much as possible. "

Mary frowned.

"Since you are not willing to just end it all, then let the person outside the door help to clean up the mess." After a moment, she said her conclusion.

"Can he be trusted?" Fran was a little worried. "Although he is a relative..."

"Does he dare to be unreliable?" Mary asked back.

The two looked at each other.

"Okay, then count on him." Fran slowly walked to the suitcase and gently put the gun back. (~^~)