Flowers, Swords and France

While Marshal Treville was narrating, Baron de Beauvain had been listening quietly and did not show any special emotions. But when the marshal finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, as if he was emotionally moved by the situation.

"Poor family!"

Although he looks calm on the outside, this sentence contains full of exclamation and sadness. Yes, his poor family line also died out after a murder. Now he can only rely on his daughter to continue his bloodline. In the end, he can only watch and use it. A person with a different surname from his inherited his family business—whether it was Treville, Likanicht, or some other name, how much difference could it make?

"So I think you can understand my feelings. I desperately want my grandson to flourish, so I don't want to pay attention to whether this lineage comes from his wife." Marshal Treville followed patiently He explained, "Since your wife is pregnant with my grandson's child, I am willing to acknowledge this child and help him in any way I can."

"Well, I probably understand what you mean." The Baron nodded, but he was still very reserved. "Although I am very grateful for your kindness and your equal treatment of us, I have to say that my descendants I can take good care of you, and you don’t need to spend any more money..."

"I know you are rich, sir, but I think money is not the only thing that is valuable in this world. I also have my grandson and my descendants who can help this child in addition to money..." A rather strange smile suddenly appeared on Marshal Revell's face, "Sir, as the most respected and feared financier in our country, as the commander-in-chief of an exchange that has been victorious for decades, to this point? As you grow older, haven’t you ever had a nightmare one night? When you wake up from it, you are worried that God will bring sin upon your family and cause your family to suffer the same fear that you have inflicted on others before. You are not worried that you will suffer this kind of sin, because you are already strong enough, but don’t you Are you worried that after you leave, no one will take care of your already isolated descendants, and then let them lose everything they once had, and then drink the bitter wine that you once let others drink? Under such circumstances, this kind of thing is very likely to happen——"

The baron's face slowly became a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't look angry. He just looked at the old man quietly, considering every word he said.

"I think you are very aware of this fact. You are already very old. Although you are younger than me, it is of little use. After reaching this age, God may call us at any time, and if one day God really If you do this, what will He leave you? A daughter, and her children, with countless wealth, but living alone in the world? , everyone is extremely envious of her, and they are even more coveted for the money she has, so what will happen if no one helps them? I think no one knows this better than you, financiers? Are you an expert at taking away people's wealth? Your peers would be happy to do the same to you, because there is no profession that hates each other more than financiers."

Although the following paragraph is very sarcastic and obviously sarcastic, this sarcasm is not enough to offend Baron de Beauvin, and this almost straightforward description of the future is enough to impress this man who has begun to enter the future. Financier in his twilight years.

Yes, in his many years of career, he has done many tragic things that bankrupted his family and killed many people. He also sent countless people to "America". Only by using this method can he survive for decades. During the year, he rode the wind and waves, expanding his wealth amidst the changing times, and allowed him to surpass the limits that his ancestors could have imagined, becoming one of the richest people in the country.

Of course, these things are irrepayable sins, but he is not superstitious, nor is he afraid that there is a purgatory waiting for him underground - anyway, if there is such a thing, it must have been punished by princes and generals of all dynasties. They were full - what he was really afraid of were his peers like him.

He originally wanted his son to succeed him, but his son died and he could only keep his daughter. At his age, he may not be able to see his grandchildren grow up. If God really doesn't bless him, maybe Everything the old man said will come true.

And that was an incomparable nightmare for him. He had regarded accumulating wealth as the only value expression in his life. Wealth gave him power and influence. Even if he died, he would not want to spend what he had accumulated all his life. The wealth was wiped out.

"I have to say that everything you said is very reasonable, and this is indeed what I am worried about." Finally, he sighed and agreed with Marshal Treville's words, "So, what you mean is, If I let Laura and Charles' children inherit my wealth, will the Treville family fight to protect it?"

"Since this child has my blood, why shouldn't I protect him? Of course, the premise of all this is that he is willing to admit that he is our child." Marshal Treville suddenly laughed again, "Isn't this your intention for making such an arrangement before? In order to ensure the solid protection of these wealth, you insisted that Charles recognize this child, so it is obvious that what I am worried about is also what you are worried about. We are all in common on this point. For those of us who are older, is there anything more important than future generations?"

Infected by the old man's smile, the baron also laughed. He avoided the question.

"So, in my opinion, since both of us have thought of the same thing, we should work hard for it... Try to keep the continuation of the Treville family and the continuation of your wealth. In my opinion, these two things can be combined." Marshal Treville continued, "You are right. I can't compare with you in money, and even in life span, but I can connect several families together... Just like I did before."

"How should this be done?" The baron looked at Marshal Treville strangely. "I certainly have no objection to you cherishing my grandchildren..."

"I'm glad you agree with me on the basic facts... In this case, we can communicate very well." Marshal Treville nodded, looking more excited. "Although children's nature is unpredictable, their interests can be cultivated, and their paths can be discussed in advance. Didn't I confirm the marriage of Charles and Charlotte with my brother before? In fact, this is the same thing. Of course, these children can't do it again now, but we can do similar things, let these children interact and know each other from an early age, build their connections and feelings, and let them understand that they are children of a family... Well, that is, the descendants of me."

"I'm afraid... this is a bit..." Baron de-Bovan hesitated, "Excessive?"

Even Charles felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at his grandfather awkwardly, wanting to say something, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

"It's nothing radical. It's just to let the children realize that they are not alone, but people who need to help each other... They should understand this, the sooner the better." However, Marshal Treville was unmoved, "After your daughter gives birth to this child, I will often see him, and I hope I can leave him some childhood memories, but even if I can't do it, it doesn't matter. What's important is that Charles has to do this-Charles must let his children know this from an early age."

Charles' face became more and more embarrassed.

Admitting to the children that he is a bastard who flirts with others... It's not a glorious thing for him.

"It's a good idea." However, Baron de-Bovan did not understand his embarrassment. Instead, he glanced at Charles mockingly but seriously, "Let these children interact from an early age, isn't it good? They will eventually understand that people who unite will be indestructible."

When the baron said this, Charles knew that he had completely agreed with his grandfather's opinion.

This might be a victory for Marshal Treville, but it felt a little weird to him...

However, his grandfather's eager eyes made it difficult for him to say no.

"Okay, I'll do that." In the end, he could only make such a promise, "I will unite the children and let them help each other."

"That's great." Marshal Treville was already smiling, "Charles, you finally understand what is the most important thing."

Then, he suddenly looked at the baron again, "Since you have agreed with my opinion, then I have nothing to say... Now I only ask you one thing-can you let your daughter come to see me?"

"Of course." Baron de-Bovan agreed happily.

In fact, he was very happy about this-not every parent would be as "reasonable" as this old man. Many people like to put on the stinking airs of a famous family and don't know what is most beneficial.

Lola was soon brought over by the servants.

Because she had been pregnant for several months, her belly was already bulging and could no longer be covered, so she had stopped all her work and had been resting at home. When she heard that the Marquis de Treville would come to visit her in person, she was really surprised.

Because she was pregnant, her face was a little more rosy, no longer as pale as before, but her face still looked younger than her actual age. Her hair, which was originally tied up, was now scattered, and she was wearing a loose gauze skirt. Such simple clothes were really her first experience.

"Oh, what a beautiful girl!" When he saw Laura, the Marquis de Treville shouted half complimenting and half seriously.

Then, he looked at his grandson with a reproachful look, "You did a terrible thing!"

"Marshal, it's nice to see you." Laura was not very mobile, so she just nodded to him lightly.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

"I'm so sorry that my grandson has put you in such a predicament..." Marshal Treville looked at her with a very apologetic look, "However, since all this has happened, we will face the facts. We are a responsible family. Even in this case, I will not allow my grandson to escape. I have just made it clear to your father. Although I cannot admit it publicly, I will admit that your child is my descendant, and I will let Charles take care of this child meticulously, just like taking care of his other children."

"Really?" Laura was a little surprised at first, but soon calmed down. "Thank you."

"We will always be the protectors of you and your child, no matter what happens." Marshal Treville stretched out his hand to her, "You can rely on our help, and your child too."

Lola was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed, this smile was inexplicably cruel.

"Is this true?"

"It's more real than gold." Marshal Treville held his head high, "I ask you to believe the words of an old general who has been on the battlefield. He never breaks his promise, and he knows how to act."

"Then, in order to show your sincerity and your determination, can you let your grandson kneel down and apologize to me?" Laura's smile deepened, "He shamelessly deceived me and made me suffer so much pain, so it's right for him to kneel down and apologize to me in person, right? Please, sir, since you are a man of action, then give the order!"

When Charles found out that Laura used her grandfather's promise so quickly and without hesitation to retaliate against herself, he was dumbfounded, but his grandfather didn't have so many concerns.

"Charles, kneel down and apologize to her!" He gave the order almost as soon as Laura finished speaking.

"Grandpa..." Charles looked at him and wanted to say something else.

However, before he could say anything, he was glared back by the old man's stern eyes. This look was like saying, "Why, you've made me suffer so much, shouldn't you do something to compensate me?"

After hesitating for a while, Charles finally obeyed his grandfather's order.

After all, he did something too absurd to Laura.

He lowered his head, trying not to look at anyone's eyes, then left his seat and knelt on the ground. The soft carpet would not make him painful, but it gave him an indescribable feeling.

"I'm sorry, Laura." Looking at Laura's beautiful feet wrapped in stockings in shoes, he gritted his teeth and said. "I ask you to forgive my absurdity before..."

"Don't do this, get up." The baron stopped this good show. "An imperial minister actually treated me like this, I really don't deserve it..."

Then, he covered his mouth and laughed. (~^~)