Flowers, Swords and France

Until the early hours of the morning, the banquet where Baron de Bovan celebrated his upcoming appointment as president of the Bank of France ended. The departure of Minister Treville did not attract much attention. Everyone knew that he was very busy. After he left, they continued to surround the baron, flattering him, and the baron himself did not take it seriously and kept teasing his granddaughter.

The guests certainly did not know that while they were drinking, Minister Treville was enjoying sex with Miss de Bovan - now she should be called Duchess of Ricanicht - and it was not just the two of them.

The joy lasted until late at night. When he woke up, it was almost noon. His mind was still a little confused, and he was fully awake after a while.

He blinked his eyes, and then saw the two people entangled and pressed on him. Perhaps it was because they were too devoted last night. They were both sleeping very soundly, breathing evenly, and there was still some spring love on their beautiful faces. Their messy hair also fell on his shoulders, bringing a wonderful tingling feeling.

Between the gaps in the quilt, what he could see was a large area of ​​snow-white skin and the pink tips dotted on the skin. Everything about them was revealed in front of him without reservation. The smell of sex in the room had not completely dissipated. When this mixed smell of fragrance and a little sourness penetrated his nose, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted again.

It took a lot of effort for him to suppress the desire that suddenly rose in his heart again, and he struggled to get up. With his movements, the two people who were still sleeping woke up one after another.

After the initial confusion, Mary blushed immediately, as if she was a little ashamed of the madness last night, and pulled up the quilt to cover her own body. Obviously, although she had shared the joy of sex with Charles many times, she was not used to this kind of thing.

But Laura was much calmer. She glanced at Charles calmly, and then struggled to get off the bed, not taking Mary seriously at all.

She played very hard last night, as if she wanted to vent the loneliness and resentment of being imprisoned, but in the end she let Charles go and let Charles inject his essence into Mary's body.

She casually put on a nightgown for herself, then walked to Charles' side and quietly tied Charles' tie for him who was already dressed.

"Thank you." Charles felt a little flattered.

"You deserve it." Laura replied calmly.

At this time, Mary finally got up. She hid aside and put on her clothes. The three of them regained their usual calmness, as if everything last night was just a dream.

"Let's have breakfast together?" Because he didn't know what to say, Charles found a topic at random, and at this time, there was a light knock on the door.

Charles opened the door and found that the person knocking on the door was the middle-aged maid who was guarding Laura.

After looking at Charles and the two people inside with strange eyes, she looked straight at the ceiling. "Sir, are you and the young lady available now? The master asked us to help her move her luggage."

It seems that the baron really kept his promise and was very efficient. He was ready to move a place for Laura in the morning.

"Well, very good, you can move it. In addition, we are a little hungry now, go and arrange a meal for us." Charles made a gesture.

In this way, he had lunch with Laura and then left the baron's house with Mary.

Marie was worried and seemed a little depressed all day. She didn't speak at all, even when she was alone with Charles in the carriage.

"Mary, I'm sorry about what happened last night..." Charles finally couldn't help but said to her. "Well... you know, I... I just can't control myself sometimes."

"Yes, I know, you are in a good mood, so I cooperated with you, I dare not make you unhappy." Marie finally spoke and smiled bitterly, "I am just your servant, you don't have to apologize to me."

Charles was even more embarrassed. If Marie complained to him, he wouldn't take it to heart, but she was so docile that he felt a little guilty.

"You know Laura's personality. She never cares about other people's thoughts and often speaks ill of others. This is her shortcoming, not yours." Charles stroked her hair and comforted her. "You have always been an assistant that I rely on very much, not a slave, and I will not boss you around."

"It doesn't matter what she thinks of me, but she really went too far last night." Mary seemed a little aggrieved, "She wanted me to help her contact people outside, but I didn't agree, so she treated me like that."

"What?" Charles was a little surprised.

Mary repeated to Charles what Laura asked her last night, which surprised him greatly.

"Sir, what do you think of this? I'm not betting on your anger, but I'm embarrassed about this matter..." Mary leaned against Charles and asked in a low voice, "You...you won't really do what she said, right?"

"No...don't do that." After a moment of silence, Charles shook his head. "Now her father is my important partner. I can't...I can't do such a thing in private. It will only make him furious and will be of no benefit to anyone. Besides, Laura would do something like that She should have been punished. Only her father is qualified to forgive her. Now that she has not redeemed her sins, I think we should not do this. "

He did want to pull Laura, but he didn't want to pull her to that extent. He tried his best to improve Laura's living conditions and already made the Baron very angry. If he did this kind of thing in private again, it would be no joke if he and the Baron fell out.

He believed that he was completely benevolent to Laura, and he didn't want to do any more extraneous things.

"Okay...I will do as you say." Mary blinked, as if she decided to refuse because of Charles's order, "But please understand that I am not without risks. . Her father is old, she will eventually come out, and Laura told me last night that if I don’t help her, she will treat me as an enemy... I don’t think ordinary people would say such things. She would care, it’s terrifying for her to say this.”

When she said this, she almost burst into tears, as if she had been frightened out of her mind by Laura last night.

"Is she actually like this?" Sure enough, as she hoped, Charles frowned and then gave Mary a guarantee, "You don't have to worry about this. No matter what happens to her in the future, as long as I am here, I will definitely I won’t let her do anything to you, just do what I say.”

"Thank you, sir!" Mary laughed in surprise, and then hugged Charles directly. "You are the only one in the world who can protect me. I can only pray that you don't forget these promises..."

"I won't forget it." Charles hugged her waist and promised her again.

She knew that in addition to pleasure, the desire for protection could also satisfy a man, and she was happy to let his benefactor enjoy this desire for protection. So she showed weakness to Ciel over and over again, asked for reassurance, and asked Ciel to remember her over and over again.

Just as the two people were hugging each other and chatting, the carriage came to his ministry. With the respectful gifts of the staff, the minister came to his office. And those people waiting in the waiting room can finally meet with the minister at the call of the secretary.

However, the first person to be interviewed was not a ministry official or a famous businessman, but an unknown inventor. And the person who accompanied him here for the interview was the minister's biological sister. Ms. de Treville.

"Mr. Pasteur, long time no see." As soon as he saw the two of them, Charles said hello to Louis Pasteur, and then made a gesture to Fran.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency." Louis Pasteur also said hello to Charles, but his voice was a little weak.

Not only that, he also looked very haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that he had consumed too much experience in recent research activities.

He came directly from the secret laboratory in Giverny, and after arriving in Paris, Fran took him with him to meet with His Excellency Minister Treville.

"Now that you are here, can I reasonably guess...that your research has made progress?" Charles asked with a smile.

"Thank God, our efforts have not been in vain, and the research has indeed made significant progress." Pasteur did not beat around the bush, and said to Charles concisely, "At present, we are quite confident in saying that we have found a way to diagnose and treat disease." Methods to prevent and treat typhoid and cholera. Both diseases are transmitted by bacteria and are highly contagious. Targeted prevention and isolation are needed to alleviate their horror..."

"Great!" Charles was overjoyed. "You have made an indelible contribution to the empire, sir! Now our expeditionary force has arrived in Turkey, and they are ready to fight against the Russians, and there is indeed a disease there. In endemic areas, these terrible germs are more capable of killing the Empire's soldiers than enemy artillery fire... So, if you can find a way to deal with them so quickly, you have made a great contribution."

"We can't talk about completely solving them yet..." Pasteur replied with a wry smile with the humility and reservedness unique to intellectuals. "Now we have only isolated and studied the pathogenic bacteria, and then carefully explored their transmission methods, so we can Try to control the epidemic and minimize the number of victims it brings. "

"Even this is enough." Charles was in a good mood, with a smile on his face. "Sir, your contribution will make you famous in history. His Majesty the Emperor will award you a medal, and the imperial government will honor you." and money as your reward.”

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"I...I can't afford such remuneration, I just want to serve France." Louis Pasteur looked a little sad, "Sir, please don't report my name, just let my research Just serve our soldiers quietly."

His attitude made Charles laugh and cry, but Charles also knew the reason - in order to speed up the progress of the experiment, Charles encouraged the Giverny laboratory headed by Pasteur to conduct human pathogen experiments. Although the experimental subjects were all death row prisoners, Pasteur still felt a little uneasy, so he would rather his achievements remain unknown. If he did not want to serve the country and prevent the young officers and soldiers of France from dying in vain due to diseases, he would not be willing to conduct such research work at all.

Charles was a little stunned by the other party's thoughts. He really did not understand the other party's uneasy conscience, but since the other party said so, he had to respect and accept it.

"Okay, sir, since you said so... then I won't tell His Majesty, and I won't let the government commend you. However, you should get enough money rewards, and your laboratory will get more investment. I look forward to you getting more research results that benefit the world in the future."

"I will, sir." Louis Pasteur forced himself to cheer up. "Now, we can spare some manpower in our laboratory to train military doctors. I ask you to transfer some people to receive training as soon as possible. Don't waste time. Every minute we speed up, we may save a young man's life."

What he said was indeed true. It was summer now, the climate was hot, and the Balkans and even Crimea were wilderness and diseases were prevalent, so the officers and soldiers of the expeditionary force were indeed facing a huge threat, and this was why Pasteur and his assistants worked hard to speed up their research.

"Okay, I will arrange for military doctors to receive training immediately..." Charles nodded immediately.

"Let us also receive training on caring for patients, sir." At this moment, Fran suddenly spoke up, "I have already recruited quite a few female nurses, and it would be best if they also receive similar training."

"Ms. Treville, I understand your enthusiasm, but I'm afraid those places are a bit dirty..." Louis Pasteur hesitated, "It may not be convenient for girls to go there..."

"Letting careful women take care of patients will be much better than men. Besides, citizens are equal. Are only men like you allowed to serve France?" Fran interrupted him, "Besides, the field hospital will probably be even dirtier, with bloody wounded everywhere. If we receive training now, we can adapt to the environment in advance."

"But..." Pasteur was still a little hesitant, and he looked at Charles.

"Do you have to go?" Charles finally asked Fran.

Fran nodded firmly, which made Charles understand that this was already an unshakable will.

"Okay, in that case I support you." Charles sighed and waved to her. "Come here."

Flan walked over, and then, at Charles's command, she picked up the pencil in confusion.

"Soldiers should have uniforms, and nurses in field hospitals should also have uniforms. I think I have to set up a basic uniform for you so that you can get familiar with the rhythm of the army. Well, this uniform should be made of white gauze as the basic material, and then..."

According to Charles's dictation, Fran drew a sketch similar to the nurse's uniform in later generations on the official paper with a pencil. She was good at painting, so this kind of small work was of course easy to do.

Charles took the sketch she drew and found that she drew it based on herself as a template, and it was almost lifelike. The white nurse's uniform looked solemn and full of charm.

"How beautiful!" Charles couldn't help but sigh. "You can paint it after you take it back. I've decided to keep it."

"The skirt is a little short." Fran's face turned red. "It's almost to the knees!"

"Nurses have to walk around in places full of blood and filth. The skirt can't be high. Can't they just wear stockings?" Charles answered without hesitation, seeming to be in high spirits. "By the way, it must be white."

"The hat looks weird." Fran's face turned even redder. "How did you come up with it?"

"Oh, I want a hat like this, especially here, and it can't be changed at all!" Charles answered firmly, "The uniform must be this one, and this is the only condition I agree to your request."

"I always feel like you are joking seriously..." Fran couldn't help protesting.

"I'm serious, Miss Treville." Charles shook his head.

Louis Pasteur looked at the Treville brothers and sisters, who were always serious and reserved, arguing about a nursing uniform in the government office, and could hardly believe his eyes.