Flowers, Swords and France

While Fran was arguing with Jerome Bonaparte, Charles had been watching everything that happened in this corner.

He was very angry about Jerome Bonaparte's rash behavior, but he didn't want to lose his temper in such an occasion and spoil everyone's interest, so he kept it to himself.

He kept observing their conversation until they seemed to be unhappy and the young man left Fran in a daze, and then his anger subsided a little.

At the beginning, he was almost overwhelmed by anger, and he imagined using various methods to cook up this ignorant kid and let him know how wrong his rash actions were - even if his last name was Bonaparte.

However, now that it seems that everything has calmed down again, reason has returned to his body.

He took great pains to bring this young man back to France in order to gain an ally and a party member. If he easily fell out with him, it would be irrational, and even counterproductive, making the previous cost become a waste, which was the result he absolutely did not want to see.

Then give him a small lesson and let this person give up this delusion, he thought after thinking for a moment.

He did not doubt whether he could do this.

As if sensing Charles's thoughts, after leaving Fran, Jerome Bonaparte looked around first, and then walked directly towards him.

His expression was nervous and excited, as if he was thinking about something important in his heart. He walked over without caring about anything, and almost bumped into other people.

Such a reckless young man would originally cause everyone's dissatisfaction, but everyone knew that he had lived in the United States before, and knew that his last name was Bonaparte, so basically no one took it too seriously and let him walk past like no one else.

"Mr. Treville... can we talk for a moment?" After walking in front of Charles, he straightened his back and looked at Charles face to face. After a moment, he let out a long breath and asked Charles directly.

I haven't found you yet, but you found me instead?

Charles looked at him in astonishment.

Albert couldn't help but step forward, trying to smooth things over and reprimand the young man for his rashness, but Charles stretched out his hand to stop Albert's move.

"Okay, no problem." Charles made a light gesture, motioning him to follow him.

Under the gaze of everyone in the hall, Charles took him out of the hall and came to a lounge with a billiard table.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" Charles tried to suppress the various thoughts that were churning in his heart. After closing the door, he turned around calmly and looked at Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte's eyes kept changing, and his expression was very strange, as if he was thinking about how to phrase it - it must be said that this kind of thinking made him, who was used to being straightforward, very uncomfortable.

However, Charles was not in a hurry, and looked at him quietly, waiting for him to explain the situation to himself.

"Mr. Treville, I have always been grateful for your care..." After hesitating for a long time, Jerome Bonaparte finally spoke, "I am really grateful to you."

"I am very happy that you think so." Charles said calmly. "The world is full of ungrateful people, I can only hope that you are not one of them."

"I am definitely not... I am not good at speaking, but I will prove it with my actions. I will go through fire and water for you to repay your kindness to me." The young man said emotionally, "These words, I promised you, I just said them to your sister..."

Just when Charles wanted to question this guy what he had just said to Fran, the young man continued.

"I understand how much effort you have put in to help me, and I also understand that now I should try to repay you instead of asking you for anything... However, I still have one thing I want to ask you for help, really, just one thing..." He looked at Charles sincerely, "Please do me this favor for my grandmother's sake, and I will definitely do my best to repay you in the future!"

Does he want me to agree to his pursuit? This thought suddenly flashed through Charles' mind.

Then there was a burst of anger, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the other party, waiting for him to say this, and then rejected him mercilessly to make the young man understand the situation.

However, he miscalculated on this issue.

"Sir, your grandfather is a marshal, please ask him to transfer me to the unit that is most likely to be sent to fight!" Jerome Bonaparte straightened his waist, and then said to him loudly, "If there is a war in the near future, let me go to the battlefield, go to the front-line troops, and fight with the enemy, for the empire!"

Charles looked at the other party in astonishment, not understanding why he suddenly made such a request.

"You must have seen it just now. I was chatting with your sister..." Perhaps sensing his shock, Jerome Bonaparte smiled bitterly and continued to explain to him, "She said that there is a high possibility that France will go to war with a certain country recently. Therefore, I think, in my current position, the most important thing I should do is to prepare in advance and fight to the end for the Bonaparte family and the empire, even at the cost of my own life."

"She... why is she telling you this?" Charles asked in confusion.

Although Jerome Bonaparte can be said to be half of the empire's "owners", this is a secret after all, and Charles does not believe that Fran will tell him casually.

"She...she told me this in order to make me give up." Jérôme Bonaparte smiled bitterly again, "I just...I just asked her to give me a chance to pursue her. , but she refused without mercy. She also said that the person she admired was a hero rather than a hero. She is a mediocre person... Then I kept asking her how I could have a chance. She told me that there would be a war in the future and asked me to try to be a hero... People like me can only Fighting is the only way to try to be a hero."

fool! If a girl really loves a man, why would she be willing to risk her life to test him?

At this moment, Ciel had the same thought as Fran just now.

"So, just because you want to stand out in front of ladies, you want to take risks in the war and try to be a hero?" Charles asked coldly. "Then let me tell you, it's impossible. I don't agree. No matter what you do, I won't agree with you pursuing her."

"Why?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked.

"No reason, just because I don't want you to be my brother-in-law." Charles replied forcefully, "We don't need to argue about this issue anymore. If I don't agree, I don't agree. So there is no need for you to risk your life for such a small dream. It’s unnecessary, and it’s destined to be fruitless.”

"Although your words make me very disappointed, the reason why I want to go to the front line is not just that. Even if it is not for anyone, I should go to the battlefield to fight the enemies of the empire and defend Bonaparte. The family's empire. Otherwise, what's the point of my coming back?" Jérôme Bonaparte replied enthusiastically, "Miss Treville's words just gave me a new motivation, and I will happily take it with me. Such a longing to go to the battlefield.”

Charles was not angry at these words. In fact, the anger in his heart had completely dissipated now.

Although he has a tough personality, he doesn't like to take the initiative to harm others, and he doesn't like to see others risk their lives just for this.

He slowly walked to the pool table, then picked up the pool cue and swung it hard, causing shouts in the air.

"Let me tell you, you just offended my sister, which made me furious. For a moment, I even wanted to smash your head with this thing or something else, so that you know what punishment is..." Charles Staring at the other party fiercely, he said that he was definitely not joking, "But, I can't stand people committing crimes." Stupid. And you are doing a stupid thing now, a stupid thing that will endanger your life. You are a young man with great promise. Although the royal family does not recognize you now, you have me as a friend, and others. Help you, you have a bright future, there is no need to get upset over this, because you are risking your own life!”

"Some risks are worth taking and must be taken. I am aware of this and am willing to do it." Jérôme Bonaparte replied without flinching, "Mr. Treville, please agree to my request. Bar!"

"I know you have been on the battlefield, but don't think that fighting a European power will be as easy as fighting the Mexicans! Fighting on the front line, you have to endure harsh environments and terrible artillery fire. You may die at any time." Charles I couldn't help but continue to remind him, and emphasized it one last time. "And if you die in the battle in the end, your future and your hope will be gone, and no one will cry for you except your closest relatives!"

"I know, sir, I can imagine all this." Jérôme Bonaparte smiled again, but this time there was no anxiety, only calmness, "I am aware of all these, if If God really wants me to die, I will die with a smile on my face.”

Then, before Charles could continue, he continued to speak with a smile, "You are a true friend who is willing to tell me this. I can see that you just said it sincerely. Thank you very much."

"It seems that what I said has nothing to do with it?" Charles sighed.

"Yes." Jérôme Bonaparte nodded.

"But I still have to tell you, even if you go through life and death, no matter how much merit you make and even become a war hero, I will still not allow you to pursue her." Charles told the other party mercilessly, "Don't do this for this kind of thing. You want to go to war because this is an outcome you absolutely cannot achieve.”

"At that time, I will continue to work hard and use up all my loyalty and enthusiasm to serve you, repay your kindness and move you." Under Charles's severe rejection, Jérôme Bonaparte did not give a damn. He did not flinch, "But first, I want to try to become a war hero, and other things will be discussed later."

Ciel frowned and looked at this young man who seemed to be unwilling to take any advice.

He seemed to have found something, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

It seems that there is no way to persuade him to change his mind. Once such a person makes up his mind, he will never change it easily.

"Ah...what can I do to stop others from going crazy?" Finally, Charles could only sigh. "Okay, I know your request, I will intercede for you, there should be no problem. Now, you go out first, let me be quiet!"

The original text is available at 6 # 9 @Book/Bar!

Jerome Bonaparte bowed deeply to Charles, thanking him for helping him again.

Then he walked out quietly.

Charles did not look at him, but just kept playing with the club in his hand, thinking quickly in his mind.

Jerome Bonaparte's change was beyond his expectations. He did not expect that after only a few meetings, this young man would fall into his own love affair - should he lament that this young man was too innocent and did not understand the bizarre Parisian social circles, or should he marvel at his sister's charm?

However, this incident disrupted his plan. He originally wanted to use Jerome Bonaparte as a pawn in the royal family, using him as an opportunity to establish his influence in the royal family and maintain his influence and power in the future.

But now that he has made such a request, the situation is different - if he comes back alive, it's fine, but if he dies, all the arrangements will be in vain.

He has tried his best to persuade the young man not to do stupid things under the passion, but the other party didn't listen at all and still insisted on going.

He himself is not afraid of death, so why should I worry about him?

After thinking for a long time, Charles could only shake his head.

Anyway, his hope is not just on this person. If something unexpected really happens, it doesn't matter if he executes other plans.

Just when he was still immersed in thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and then there was a sound of footsteps.

Charles looked up and found that Fran was walking in nervously.

"Sir, just now...what did you talk about?" She walked to Charles and asked with concern.

"He said he wanted to go to the battlefield, to the front-line troops to fight, because you told him that you admire heroes." Charles said listlessly.

"Sorry, I...I shouldn't have told him such a thing..." Fran saw her brother's reaction and said apologetically, "I...I just wanted him to give up, who knew he would react like this! He was really annoying me, so I couldn't help it..."

"Forget it, things have already happened, there is no point in saying sorry now, and there is no point in regretting it." Charles stopped her apology, "We can only accept the fait accompli and look forward."

"Then how do you plan to solve it?" Fran asked in a low voice.

"How else can we solve this?" Charles smiled bitterly, "Let him get what he wants... Anyway, if he wants to go, let him go."

"This... This is not good, right?" Fran was still a little nervous, "How about, how about I tell him something good and bad, and let him give up this idea? After all, you have invested a lot in him, if..."

Before she finished, she was forced back by Charles's gaze.

"What else do you want to say to him now? Don't say anything, either it's useless or it will make him have some strange delusions." Charles stopped her immediately, "Besides, why do you need to please him? Just do it the way you want, there's no need to accommodate anyone."

"Thank you... I thought you would be very angry with me." Fran finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I was very nervous just now... I was afraid that you would ask me to win him over."

"How could I treat you as a bargaining chip? Don't say stupid things." Charles frowned, "I'm not angry, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just that your skills are not quite right. Remember in the future, no matter how difficult it is, there are some things that cannot be said."

"Well, I understand!" Fran finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I will remember your teachings and will never make the same mistake again."

In fact, she was a little happy now. Because Charles told her without hesitation that she didn't need to please anyone or flatter anyone for her own benefit.

"So, he must go to the front line to fight? It's terrible..." Fran whispered, as if she was quite regretful. "Actually, he's not a bad person, but... he was just a little blind and did a little wrong."

"What can we do? He asked to do this, and I think it's not just for you. He seems to want to prove something in front of his grandfather and uncle." Charles sighed softly, "A result that makes some people unhappy is always better than a result that makes everyone unhappy. At least there is a result now, right?"

Then he waved his hand again, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Since it has become a foregone conclusion, there is no need to think about it anymore. Since it's your birthday today, you should have a good time."

"I was really happy just now. It would have been great if there hadn't been this incident..." Fran couldn't help sighing, but suddenly smiled, "But I'm a little happy to see you so angry just now."

Charles' hands froze, and his face became a little embarrassed.

"Really, if you didn't react at all, I would be so sad!" Fran couldn't help walking to his side, and then hugged him from behind, "Fortunately, you keep me in your heart."

"Okay, you go back first, you are the protagonist now." Charles turned around and looked at her, "But go to bed early tonight, you can just stay at my place for the next few days-"

Flan opened her eyes wide.

"I need your help to sort out the things you brought back, it will take more than a day or two to finish, right? So you can just stay here as a guest, I think I should be able to treat you well." Charles said, stroking her golden hair.

"No matter what, I like to reward loyalty."(~^~)