Flowers, Swords and France

As the two close friends expected, Mary and Henry were not the only ones who heard the gunshots. Henry booked the best room on the top floor for Fran, and because of the high price, there were no other guests on the same floor, so the hotel waiters who heard the sound ran up from downstairs.

And they were coaxed back one by one by Henry who followed Mary's instructions.

Count Henry de Lagache Treville was also a big shot in Marseille, and the guests here were even more important. So after he spoke, no matter whether they accepted his explanation or not, these people did not show any abnormality even if they were skeptical.

After they left, the upper floor returned to silence again, and Henry, standing in the corridor, became more and more nervous and uneasy.

This was really a sudden disaster!

The moment before, he was still chatting and laughing with the young lady, thinking that he was going to help the distant relative and make him owe him another favor. Who would have thought that he would fall into such a dilemma the next moment?

Summer is hot, and he was so nervous that he soon sweated profusely.

He stood outside the door, wandering back and forth, wanting to knock on the door to confirm the situation of the eldest lady of the family, but he didn't dare to. He kept praying to God in his hesitation, hoping that the most terrible thing would not happen.

Just as he was still hesitating and praying, the door finally made a slight sound, and then Mary's face was revealed little by little.

As if he saw an angel, Henry immediately came over.

"How is she?"

"I said she's fine!" Mary interrupted him abruptly, and the gentleness they had just had when they talked was gone. "Have you driven away all the people who came over?"

"Yes, according to your instructions just now, everyone has been driven away. Now I'm the only one outside." Henry nodded, and then looked at Mary inquiringly, "Can...can I go in and see the lady?"

He was still not at ease. After all, he hadn't confirmed with his own eyes whether the lady was safe.

"Of course." Mary nodded, and then slightly moved away. "She just wants to see you."

"Oh! That's great!" Henry was overjoyed and immediately stepped inside.

"Stop!" But Mary suddenly stopped him. Then she glanced at Henry, who was sweating profusely, and said, "You'd better wipe your sweat first. This look is not good."

"Thank you!" Henry reacted, then smiled awkwardly, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped it gently for a while.

Soon, he wiped off his sweat, and Mary opened the door a little more.

"Come in, sir."

Although he didn't understand why the other party refused to open the door completely, Henry didn't ask any questions, but walked in sideways.

Just as he was about to step into the room, Mary suddenly smiled slightly.

"You should behave better."

"Huh?" Henry's heart tightened, not understanding what she meant.

"If you are sweating so much outside the door, I really doubt the courage you just showed me." Mary's smile seemed to hide too many things, "I really hope you will behave better later."

Henry was puzzled. But his body had already stepped into the room.

Soon, he understood why Mary refused to open the door completely, and also understood why the other party said this just now.

God!

In the place where his sight was focused, a young man in a waiter's uniform lay on the ground.

And there was a wound on his abdomen, and a lot of blood flowed out of the wound, a lot of blood.

A lot of blood flowed to the ground, staining the originally blue carpet with a large area of ​​deep red. Miss Treville, who was wearing a white dress, looked at him silently, her face as calm as if she was looking at a marble statue.

This powerful scene made him stunned for a moment. He was completely speechless.

Unexpectedly, his feet trembled slightly, and then his face turned pale. He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Mary. As if he wanted to find some answers from her face.

But Mary shrugged as if nothing had happened, and even had a smile on her face, as if saying "I told you to be mentally prepared."

He did not get any comfort from Mary, but turned around again with difficulty and looked at Miss Treville.

"This... this..." He wanted to ask what was going on. But he didn't ask it out.

To be fair, Henry was a man who had been drifting on the sea for many years, and he had seen a lot of things in the world. He had not only seen killing people and fighting, but also done it himself. He was not so indecisive.

However, the impact of today's scene was too great.

Marie left him with the impression that she was smart but weak, and relied on currying favor with her master to get to the top. As for Miss Treville, she left him with an even deeper impression at the station. She was beautiful and intelligent, and very humble and gentle, just like a princess in a fairy tale.

Although he knew that there were no such perfect people in the world, he never thought that the gap between reality and ideal would be so big, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

He had already woken up. The sound just now was the sound of a gunshot, and it must have been the hand of this beautiful, gentle and famous woman.

And, more importantly, despite having done such a shocking thing, her expression at the moment was very calm, as if - as if she didn't take it seriously at all.

She shot someone with her own hands and was in such a bloody scene. Why was she so calm?

Are you born cold-blooded...or have you done this so many times that you've become accustomed to it?

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the beautiful face opposite.

No matter which inference it is, it means that a woman with such a noble status and such a beautiful appearance hides a soul as fierce as any other person.

Even Henry himself suddenly felt like his world view had been refreshed.

So... who is that young man?

Although he was wearing a waiter's uniform, he shouldn't be a waiter here, otherwise Miss Treville would have no reason to shoot him personally.

So who is he?

Is it an enemy who comes to her for revenge because he is full of hatred for the Treville family, or is he a lover who has been abandoned but wants to continue to be by her side?

Could it be the latter?

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Just a short period of time. Henry had so many ideas rushing through his mind, and even he didn't expect that he could use his brain so well.

"As you can see, I shot him, sir." Just when he was still doubtful. Miss Treville finally spoke, and admitted without hesitation.

"You... why did you do this?" After a moment of silence, Henry finally managed to regain his composure, "He... who is he?"

"He is an enemy of our family. He wanted to steal some documents I brought over. This would be detrimental to my brother and me, so I had to act decisively against him." Fran replied calmly, "This is self-defense. Measures, actions of last resort, I ask for your understanding.”

Is this really the case? After hearing Fran's explanation, Henry was still very suspicious.

This thing is really strange.

"Please believe me, this really happened in a hurry. I had no preparation. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to do it myself. There were people working for us." Henry still didn't believe it. Fran continued to explain, and then looked at Ezreal, who was lying on the ground unaware of anyone else. "This man is too dangerous, and he knows too much. I can only temporarily incapacitate him."

"You don't plan to kill him?" Henry keenly discovered what Fran meant.

"Yes, God teaches us mercy, how could I easily take away other people's lives?" Fran smiled lightly, "I said I was just for self-defense."

This bright smile made Henry subconsciously relax at first, but a moment later it made him shudder, and instead he fell into deeper fear.

She clearly looks like a delicate woman. In self-defense, he shoots and hurts people without saying a word, and then laughs like a normal person afterwards...

These relatives who went to the capital, what kind of monsters have they become!

These relatives mingled among the splendor and wealth of Versailles. Tempered in the bloody storms of the Great Revolution, centuries of experience seem to have tempered them into other species.

"Although this seems cruel, sometimes we have to be cruel." Fran sighed, "This is not the result we want to see, but when such a result occurs, we can only bear it silently, and You can't panic, right?"

"...Yes...Really?" This great fear made it difficult for him to speak clearly. "Then...then what are you going to do?"

It seemed that he had been frightened. Mary and Fran looked at each other.

"I need your help, sir, that's why I called you here." Fran turned her eyes from Ezreal to him, "You have to help me smooth this matter over. I don’t want to make headlines in the newspapers because of self-defense.”

"Smooth it?" Henry asked subconsciously, "Then how do you plan to smooth it?"

"This should be my question to ask you." Fran frowned slightly, "You know people here, and you have a good reputation. I don't know anyone here, and I can't show my face, so of course I should rely on your help. That’s right?”

"But...but..." Henry still hesitated.

"Sir, as I just said to you, the Treville family has helped you so much. Isn't it shameful to ask you to do something in return?" Seeing his hesitation, Mary interrupted in time, "Of course. As the old saying goes, if you think this is too difficult, you can refuse...we won’t force you.”

Damn it! It’s strange that you won’t force me! Henry couldn't help but curse in his mind.

There is no doubt that if he refuses to help Miss Treville, then he will no longer be able to count on the help of his family in the capital, and will definitely lose most of what he currently owns - it was not easy to find such a powerful backer, How could you let them slip away so easily?

Isn't it just to do something bad? Who can't do it!

Henry was heartbroken, then raised his head and stared at Fran.

"I am willing to go through fire and water for your family, as long as you and your family remember my loyalty."

"Of course I will remember it, sir." Fran smiled again, "Our family never treats people who have made contributions unfairly."

"Then tell me, what should I do?" After making up his mind, Henry's mind became much smoother.

"First, you go secretly find a reliable doctor you know and ask him to help treat this gentleman." Fran pointed at the person on the ground, "Second, you have to find the boss here and tell him that I like the scenery here very much and book these rooms for a long time."

As if she remembered something, Fran turned her head and looked at Mary, "I'm afraid I have to sleep at your place these days..."

"It doesn't matter." Mary smiled and nodded. "The bed is not crowded." (~^~)