Flowers, Swords and France

When Charles was in a tense moment, Miss Periette suddenly burst into laughter, which suddenly made his original anger disappear.

"Think about it, Charles, if we really intend to cause you any trouble, why should we remain silent all the time, and then let me tell you again today?" Miss Perriette looked at it with a smile. Looking at Ciel, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light, "Even give you a medal?"

What she said did make sense.

Ciel understood that he was being tricked secretly by the other party.

Because the other party mentioned Charlotte just now and related such a thrilling thing to her, he was nervous and a little confused - he knew that if the British really exposed this matter, Xia Lott and even himself may be in some trouble.

But now, he has regained his composure.

That's right. Why do the British have to embarrass themselves? Are they really planning to pursue their wife for the life of a foreigner? What's more, they can't extradite Charlotte back to the UK for processing.

But, no matter what, he really had to be a little shorter in front of the British.

"The story you told is indeed very interesting. I thank you for reminding me." He bowed slightly, "Please tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Charles, don't be so nervous, don't think of us as the people blackmailing you..." Miss Perriette gently touched Charles's cheek, as if she usually treated those young people she likes. Writers are like, "We just want to be friends with you, this thing is over, no one will know, it's just a story."

In this case, why do you have to say it in front of me? Scare me? Charlotte felt angry for a moment, but even so, he had no choice but to let the other party touch him.

He was indeed a little bitter. Back then, he was in a difficult situation and had to bow his head to Miss Periette for money. Unexpectedly, now, he is already a minister of a country with countless resources and subordinates, but he still has to be beaten by her. Treat them like the young followers around you.

Britain was now a world empire, so he had to endure it for now.

"Char, don't think too much. This is not a request of our government. No one wants me to scare you, and it does not mean what we want to do. The reason why I tell you all this is just because of my personal thoughts... ...Don't be so nervous, I'm just curious as to why you want to participate in such a dangerous thing. You don't seem to be an imprudent person." As if she could see what he was thinking, Miss Periette said. She put her hand on his forehead and tapped it lightly. As if joking, "Now I can see clearly that this is not your leading behavior, you are just protecting your wife... Well, since you are unwilling to reveal the truth to me, I won't ask any more questions." Don't worry, you and your wife can live in peace, and I won't bother you by questioning her - but I must warn you, Britain is not a playground for the Treville family, and we are definitely not happy to see it. Until something like this happens again, do you understand?”

Does it mean that if you don’t make an example next time, it will be forgotten this time? Ciel understood.

"You can trust my promise. It was just a special situation for me last time." He straightened his back and promised the other party, "I will never do anything unpleasant to you in England."

"I believe you, Charles." Miss Perriette patted his forehead again, then looked away with a smile, "Okay, we can pretend this never happened, and we can move forward. look."

Then, she took the lantern from Charles, who was still a little confused, and continued to walk forward. It was already dark in front of her eyes. She could not see the outline of the building of Fontainebleau Palace, and could only barely see the path under her feet. , she held Ciel's hand with her other hand and walked towards the palace step by step.

Although he still didn't quite understand the other party's intentions, Charles was secretly relieved. The British were willing to keep this matter in their hearts and did not use it to threaten him or negotiate terms with him, which really made him feel more relaxed.

"Charle, actually I really feel it's a pity." Just as he was secretly rejoicing, Miss Perriet next to him spoke again, "You made me feel that you were extremely talented and could leave your mark on the road of literature. Sigil, I thought you could become famous and become a well-known writer, but I never imagined that everything would turn out like this!"

Unconsciously, her title had become much more affectionate, and Ciel also noticed this change.

"I thought you were just using sponsorship of literature as a cover... I didn't expect you to care about this so much?" He also changed his tone, and then looked at the other party inquiringly.

"At first I just used it as a cover, a way to make the French like me... After all, you French people always like this kind of elegance..." Miss Perriette smiled teasingly, "But soon , I find this is a wonderful fun that allows me to feel the fun outside of responsibilities. A good story can make people forget too many things and feel too many things, so I now regard it as both Seen as a means, it also becomes an end.”

"This is really touching!" Charles replied half-jokingly. “You are the perfect example of combining career and interest.”

"To be honest, I am a loyal person to Britain. I will do everything the empire needs me to do. I even think that there may not be a few people in England who are as loyal to her as me - of course you can regard this as my boasting." Miss Perriette still smiled, as if she didn't hear the sarcasm in Charles' tone, "But even so, I can still feel something else. In addition to enthusiasm, I also have calmness. Although I am still young, I have seen too much. I have been to America, India, and even China... I have seen the most prosperous cities and the most terrible disasters. What I lack is just a clumsy pen to describe everything I have seen. When I came to France, and then because of you, I really felt the preciousness of all this, I found that people are so poetic..."

Her voice became more and more erratic, and her words became more and more strange. Charles couldn't figure out what she meant.

At this time, they had come to the lawn outside the palace, and the yellow-gray palace wall finally showed its outline under the light of the lantern.

Miss Perriette stopped and said, "Yes, I know that our British Empire has a bad reputation in the world, and I have no intention of defending everything we have done. Brutality is the cornerstone of the empire. Without this brutality, we cannot conquer the world. However, in addition to this brutal conquest, we have at least done another thing - for the first time, we truly connected the whole world together. We let the world revolve around a system, we let the resources of America and Africa circulate in the world, let India become a European territory, and we even forced the Qing Dynasty to open its doors... I don't expect you to agree with such great achievements, but I hope they can be engraved in this world."

Charles listened quietly to the other party's narration. He found that although he was sighing, there was always an unspeakable arrogance in Miss Perriette's words.

That's right, now is the peak of Victoria's heyday. England's warships are sailing all over the world, and its colonies are all over the world. This is a real empire on which the sun never sets, and its people are qualified to be arrogant.

Although Charles was not convinced by the British, he was willing to admit the reality.

"Then how do you plan to engrave it?" he asked.

"It's very simple. I want to record the glorious journey of Britain, so that people all over the world know how we have reached our current position...especially let the descendants of Britain remember it." Miss Perriette raised her head and looked at the outline of the palace in front of her. "A most detailed history of Britain and its vassal states. This goal was originally so high that it was frightening, but literature has its own power. After interacting with you for a long time, I finally have confidence in completing it."

"..." Charles was a little stunned.

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He never thought that he could see such a terrible determination in this seemingly delicate woman.

What a fanatical supporter of the empire.

"This goal is big, but I will do it even if I spend all my money. This is my sacrifice to the empire." Miss Perriette's face was filled with an indescribable solemnity. "And you... I need some help from you."

"Want a sponsor?"

Charles knew that the other party intended to throw such a bomb in front of him, not just to chat for a while, so he was prepared.

"No, I don't need your money..." Miss Perriette smiled and shook her head, "but I hope you can help me open some archives so that my assistants and I can write about the three centuries of struggle between Britain and France in the most detailed way-until the last bell of Waterloo, I will record it in detail and without any twists and turns."

"This..." Charles hesitated a little, but finally nodded. "Okay."

He can help with this, although the French will be humiliated but he will not.

"In addition, I also hope that you can write a preface for such a book." Miss Perriette continued, "With your status, you are qualified to leave a name on this book... Of course, don't worry, I will also use many other names similar to yours to decorate this book."

"What?" Charles was greatly surprised.

He asked after hesitating for a moment. "Can I remain anonymous?"

"No." Miss Perriette shook her head.

"Okay..." Charles sighed. (~^~)