Flowers, Swords and France

In the dim candlelight, Charlotte explained her current worries to Agnes, and made Agnes understand that she was not as glorious as everyone seemed on the surface.

"I understand your request, Charlotte," she thought silently for a moment, and finally nodded, "I really didn't expect that you would be placed in such a difficult situation!"

"It is a bit difficult, but it is not impossible to survive." Charlotte smiled bitterly, "In fact, apart from this, my life is not bad. Charles really respects me very much, and I can also enjoy the honor of a hostess safely. Compared with some friends, I can even be called happy..."

"Poor child!" Agnes could see the bitterness hidden in the other party's smile, so she couldn't help sighing again.

"If you think I need help, then come and help, sighing is useless." Charlotte still smiled.

Agnes did not answer for a while, but thought silently.

Until a moment later, she finally nodded.

"Under normal circumstances, I don't want to get involved in this matter, nor do I want to interfere in your private life, but... since you said it so seriously, I really can't just sit there and watch."

Originally, she didn't want to interfere in her nephew's life, but Charlotte just revealed such a big secret, which really scared her.

Although she knew that the person was not Alice's daughter, so she was not his biological sister, but in the eyes of the world, she was, so if it was true and spread out, it would be a huge scandal, enough to ruin the young man's future. So even if it was just for her nephew, she didn't want something like this to happen.

"Thank you so much!" Charlotte was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked the other party, "When I told Charles, he refused to admit it. Now I have a child and I can't take care of him. With your help, things will be much easier. You have prestige in his heart, and I think your words can also play a role and prevent him from doing the stupidest thing."

"I hope so." Agnes shrugged.

Then she stood up, put her thumb and index finger together, made a sword-holding gesture, and then suddenly thrust it forward, as if stabbing the sword out, "However, sometimes I think that if you want to educate children, it is useless to rely on words, and you have to use your hands."

"You really are... He is no longer a child!" Her humorous action made Charlotte burst out laughing.

"To me, he is, I am his elder, he has to listen to me, can he be disobedient when he grows up?" Agnes sneered, "I taught him when he was a child, I don't know how many times I beat him, now if he doesn't walk the right path, I can still beat him again."

"Then everything depends on you." Charlotte also stood up and hugged her son, "Okay, let's go down, they have been waiting for us for a long time."

"Then let's go." Agnes held her hand.

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At this moment, Marshal Treville came, and the atmosphere in the living room downstairs reached its peak.

The marshal came to Charles and was surrounded by his friends who were wearing military uniforms or dresses.

The marshal's eyes wandered over the group of people and finally fell on George.

He kept looking at the young man, which made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he still stood up bravely and looked at him face to face.

"Are you the grandson of Count Dillion?" The marshal stared for a while and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Marshal." George saluted him with his legs together according to the etiquette he learned in the military academy.

"Oh, you look really good." Marshal Treville nodded.

Then he raised the marshal's baton and touched his shoulder, but even though it hurt, the young man did not retreat and still stood stiffly.

"You have a good physique. At least you can do odd jobs then." After a while, the marshal put down the baton and smiled and joked with Charles and others.

"He is not only in good health, but also has a good brain." Charles also answered with a smile.

Today, Charles invited the marshal to come here, in addition to borrowing his light to support himself, another purpose is to formally introduce George to him and make this family a vassal.

"At his age, he doesn't need to have a brain at all, he just needs to bury his head and obey orders. If he thinks about it, how can he be an adjutant?" The marshal casually refuted his grandson, and then looked at George again, "Can you do it, young man?"

"Yes!" George reacted immediately and responded loudly again.

"Very good." The marshal smiled and nodded.

Lucien secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that his brother-in-law must have been able to become the marshal's adjutant.

In addition to being happy, he also felt a little emotional.

The barriers between people in the army are so speechless. Some people work hard for half their lives and can't get promoted. Some people, the sons of nobles, can be by the side of the marshal when they are young, and they are destined to be successful at a young age.

He really hoped that he could break this helpless situation in the future, at least to give those grassroots officers more opportunities to stand out. To this end, it was necessary to continue to rely on the protection of the Treville family.

Just when these people were thinking about their own thoughts, Charlotte and Agnes also came to the living room and quickly attracted everyone's attention.

Charlotte was the hostess, and she was holding the new generation of Treville's heirs in her arms. It was natural for everyone to pay attention, but Agnes also received the same treatment.

Because of her years of exercise, she looks slender and light, but she doesn't look old at all. When standing together, it's hard to believe that she is actually more than ten years older than Charlotte. And because she has been wandering outside all these years, very few people know her. She is far away from fashion, and her dressing taste remains at the same time. A black dress is much more conservative than today's fashionable style.

This style would be old-fashioned and outdated on ordinary people, but when she wore it, it looked very appropriate and decent. Coupled with the sarcastic smile on her face, it had a unique charm.

Seeing her suddenly appear on the stage with Mrs. Treville, the people present were all watching and secretly curious, wondering who this beauty they had never seen in society was. Logically speaking, someone who is so close to the Treville family should not be unknown.

Some people were whispering and asking each other, and suddenly the living room became a little noisy.

"Who is she?" George looked a little fascinated and couldn't help asking curiously.

"She is Charles's aunt, Miss Nordlien." Albert answered from the side. "If you have any ideas, kill them as soon as possible. She can beat you ten times."

George blinked in confusion, not understanding what the other party meant. But he did stop thinking about it immediately and sighed with regret. "So that's it..."

Your Excellency the Minister's aunt is not someone who can have a romantic affair casually.

"So this is what you like?" Albert seemed to see what the young man was thinking, "You like older people?"

George immediately wanted to retort, but Albert continued to ask with a smile. "If you like this, I can arrange it for you then."

"I... I guess so." George immediately changed his mind.

To his surprise, Albert did not make fun of him this time, but suddenly fell silent, as if he was remembering something.

"Young people are all like this." After a moment, he patted George's shoulder gently, "It will be fine when you grow up."

George originally wanted to say something more, but suddenly he heard a soft sound next to him.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that the marshal's face turned pale, gaping at the woman he had just focused on, and the marshal's staff also fell to the ground. His expression was terrifying, as if he had seen some kind of monster.

What's going on? Is this lady so scary? Is there any inside story? George wasn't the only one who thought so.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Charles quickly picked up the marshal's staff from the ground, and then supported the marshal. "Grandpa, calm down."

"Was...did you invite her here?" The marshal's body was a little stiff, and his voice was very dry, as if it was coming from his chest.

"No, I didn't know about it before..." Charles shook his head, "Charlotte must have invited her here. The two of them seem to have a pretty good relationship."

"Really, really..." The old man repeated a few words unconsciously, and finally regained consciousness.

Seeing Agnes reminded him of his son and how he was eventually killed and didn't even know where he was buried.

Although he was speechless, that was his only son after all, and he had poured all his hope and love into it. Although he had heard Charles talk about his son's death before and had slowly accepted the reality, when he saw Agnes, the scenes he had spent with his son came back to his mind, making him suddenly confused. I couldn't hold myself back, and I almost shed tears.

"You...don't be sad, it's not good for your health." Seeing his appearance, Charles couldn't help but feel worried, "Why don't you go and take a rest first?"

However, the old man had other plans.

"I'm going to find a place to rest, but if you ask her to come over to see me, I have something to ask her!"

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"This..." Charles hesitated, fearing what would happen to the old man later.

But under the old man's stern gaze, Ciel had no choice but to agree to his decision. "Okay, I'll call her right now, you... you go and rest first."

Then, Charles asked the servant to take the old Marquis to the lounge, and then walked towards Charlotte and the others.

"Good evening." After walking up to them, Ciel bowed very politely.

"Good evening, Charles." Agnes smiled and nodded towards him, "It seems that you are not happy about my coming?"

"This is your first time visiting my house. Of course I'm happy, but it's just a little unexpected..." Charles smiled bitterly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have called grandpa over."

"If he is unhappy, then there is nothing I can do about it?" Agnes replied with a smile.

To be honest, she disliked the old Marquis very much because she felt that Edgar's bad character was caused by his doting. What's more, when Edgar committed a crime, he actively chose to cover up and hide it. Almost let the criminal go free.

"Don't say that, you... you are at least related to him." Charles said with some reluctance.

"Relative? I really wish I had nothing to do with him from beginning to end." Agnes' face darkened, "Okay, you didn't come here to scold me because of him, right?"

"Oh, no." Charles replied quickly, "But my grandpa wants to meet you. Can you honor him?"

"He wants to see me? Why?" Agnes was a little surprised.

"I don't know why." Charles shook his head, "But I want to ask you, for the sake of the old man and for my sake, go see him."

Ciel's plea made Agnes a little shaken. After pondering for a moment, she nodded and agreed to Ciel's request.

"Okay, I can go see him. But I have to say it in advance. I won't be respectful to him, and I won't be responsible if I make him angry again."

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter, as long as you see him." Charles sighed, "I can promise you, I will never let him do anything to you, I can watch from the side."

"It's as if someone is afraid." Agnes laughed again, "I'm not old enough yet to need your protection, Your Excellency, Minister."

Then, Charles and Agnes came to the reception room together. Because of his prior instructions, everyone left, except for these three people.

The old man kept his gaze lowered and refused to look at anyone. Compared with the majestic and majestic look just now, his expression was depressed and full of decadence.

"Edgar, is he really dead?" After a long time, he asked Agnes, even though he knew the answer in his heart.

"Yes, dead, otherwise how could I come back?" His last expectation was immediately broken by Agnes, "Not only dead, but also killed by my own hands. In a fair duel, he He was beaten all over because of his incompetence, and finally stabbed through the heart with a sword."

Every time she said something, the old man's face became uglier, and finally his hands began to shake.

"Sir, your son, in my opinion, is unscrupulous and his death is not a pity. Killing him will only make me happy, but that may not be the case in your opinion, and I am not going to ask you to understand me -" Agni Si raised her head and stared at the old man in front of her, "So if you want revenge, I have nothing to say, just come over. But I hope you'd better not let Charles and his wife get involved." Come in, it’s not good for everyone.”

"We've already reached this point, why take revenge?" The old man slammed the table and started to drink.

Then, he lowered his head slumped, "Well, if this is the ending, that's not bad...not bad. However, I have one thing to ask of you, please agree to it."

"What's going on?" Agnes asked.

"Tell us where you buried Edgar!" the old man asked tremblingly. "I want to send someone to England to cremate his body and bring his ashes back for burial. This is my last request. I think ...This will not affect your perfect revenge, right? So please...please tell me."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears, "I want to bury my son next to his mother and next to my future tomb. This shouldn't be too much, right?"

Perhaps because she felt compassion for the old man's true feelings, Agnes replied in a low voice, "Your request is not excessive, and I don't intend to stop you. But... when I killed him and buried him, I didn't think about it. It’s a question of when it was dug out, so I haven’t kept the location in mind, so I can only provide a rough location..."

"That's enough. I'll have people search for it carefully," the old man replied immediately. "I'll have people dig it out quietly and cremate it..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Okay, I'll tell you now."

Then, Agnes told the general location and features from memory, while Charles carefully wrote them down.

The old man listened patiently until Agnes finished speaking. He looked at Agnes again and said, "Miss, as you said before, with the death of Edgar, the nightmare that plagued our family has ended. "It's all over... I won't seek revenge from you again, but I also hope that you can... let go of those past things and stop continuing the hatred."

"Of course, the hatred was over when Edgar died, and I don't intend to live in hatred forever." Agnes laughed, "I'm still young, and I still have a lot of good days to live. Now we want to take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy ourselves, so who are we in the mood to be angry with?"

Because of her joke, the atmosphere in the room relaxed slightly.

"I know... I know... Thank you, that's great..." The old man picked up the handkerchief and waved his hand, "Okay, please leave. I... I want to be alone."

"The matter has come to this. There are some things I didn't want to say originally, but now I can't help it." However, after hesitating for a moment, Agnes added another sentence, "With all due respect, if you can do a better job , these things would never have happened. Even if your tears are sincere, it is too late. You are the directly responsible person for these tragedies. Of course, I can forgive you on behalf of my sister. I hope you can see her when the time comes. You can take it easy when you are there.”

"I hope so..." The old man still looked gloomy, and then suddenly raised his head, with full pain and annoyance in his eyes, "Hey, if only he had married you, you could have suppressed him! "

"Why would I steal my sister's things?" Agnes was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Charles, "Besides, wouldn't he be gone?"

When Charles and Agnes left the room, he heard a dull cry from behind.

Unrestrained pampering of children will bring terrible consequences! I must learn from this lesson. Charles, who had just become a father, thought. (~^~)