Granville's estate

"I still prefer 'Louie' to 'Louise'."

Callister's words were heard in Louis's ears, and his mind went blank for an instant, as if the explosive gunpowder leveled the house; he subconsciously glanced at the living room door, wanting to search for Kabo However, he found that the cunning personal servant had long since disappeared, and even the male servant who had been guarding the door had disappeared.

"You, you..."

He stammered and said "you" several times in a row, and then he found a seemingly reasonable explanation from a blank mind: "You...you own a whole bank, then, that is, of course... Love the Louis d'Or."

To a Frenchman Louis is both a gold coin and a very common person's name, but "Louis d'Or" undoubtedly refers to those coins worth twenty or fifty francs, so our That's why Mr. Farentin emphasized it so much—as if the Viscount just made an insignificant joke instead of uttering such shocking words.

"No, you know I'm not talking about those gold coins."

The viscount was not at all surprised by Louis's behavior of deceiving others, but he did not intend to let the people in front of him continue to bury their heads in the sand: "As early as the day at the Bank of Durand, or even earlier, at De Bougo When you came to Viscount Nie's mansion, you already understood my feelings for you, didn't you?"

"But, but we are all men!"

Louis subconsciously wanted to free his hand from Callister's, but the other party held it tighter; he felt the temperature in the Viscount's palm was so high that it almost burned his skin: "This , This is not allowed by our religion or secularism."

"I don't care about the so-called rules, whether they are laws or religious regulations, they are just shackles used to bind mediocre people." Callister said, his blue-green eyes focused on Louis: "Even you, when you asked me for help for your friend, didn't you forget the so-called rules and regulations?"

"But, but..."

Louis couldn't speak anymore, he felt dizzy, but the young and handsome noble didn't intend to let him go, just like a hunting dog vowing to catch his own prey: "Your heart is not without Otherwise, my love, you would not be offended at Miss Louise approaching me."

"I do not have."

"You have," Callister replied with great certainty, "you are angry at her approaching me, annoyed and even jealous at my sending her home, and all because of the love you have for me, Isn't it?"

"No, it can't be... As the priest said, love is a nasty sin."

Louis murmured that he didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet the Viscount's gaze, and his whole body was almost shrunken - in the education he has received for more than 20 years, love should be restrained and restrained, even if the husband Too much love from a wife is obscene, let alone a man's love for another man: "This, this shouldn't be, I don't understand...why?"

He felt that his mind was in chaos, and countless questions were crowded in his chest, but when he wanted to express it, his education did not allow him to say it out: why?Why him?He is not those delicate aristocratic ladies. There are gaps in class, identity, gender, law and religion between them; can the so-called "love" really exist between two men?If it does exist, when did it plant the seeds, and when did the buds germinate?These many questions and confusions can only be turned into a vague "why" in the end, but what he really wants to ask, I'm afraid Louis himself doesn't know.

To Louis' confused question, Callister responded with his practical actions - he took Louis' right hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"God! What are you doing!"

Louis did not expect him to do such a thing at all, and as if burned, he wrenched his hand from the viscount's grasp-this time he succeeded unexpectedly; then he stepped back two Because he was too eager, he almost hit the chair behind him and fell to the ground: "Holy Virgin Mary! You, how can you!"

"My grandfather once taught me that the answer to everything is in our own heart, it's just whether we are willing to listen to the answer in our heart."

Compared to Louis' panic, the viscount's reaction was much calmer. His calm look seemed to be that he just picked up a glass of wine instead of an uncommon move: "I know Your character will definitely not be able to win against the long-formed concept all of a sudden, but I also don't want you to continue pretending that nothing happened, and deliberately ignore your true inner voice."

Louis was at a loss for words.

"I, you..."

"You can think about it slowly, we have a lot of time, and I won't force you." Callister said, if it were the usual Louis, he would probably be vigilant when he heard the word "you" He said: "Tomorrow, I will go with other people to accompany His Royal Highness the Count of Artois to the city of Davry outside of Paris, because the Marquis de Simon and his wife invited His Royal Highness to visit the other house they bought there— —His Highness will live there for a few days, maybe half a month or a month."

"I hope that when I come back from Dafrei, you have understood your heart and have a definite answer. If you want, I will arrange for you to work as my secretary at Durand Bank, This will not arouse anyone's suspicion. Of course, if you will let Dumont bring me your letter on the second or third day, I will fall on my knees and thank God in ecstasy Your pity, and I will gallop back to you immediately on horseback."

"I'm only afraid that God will pour the wrath of thunder on our heads." Louis said, he felt that his throat was dry, and even his voice became a little strange.

Callister smiled.

"I think, instead of worrying about the so-called God's punishment, you should first worry about whether your friends will be angry because you left without saying goodbye today." The viscount said, and he extended his hand to Louis gracefully: "Time has passed It's getting late, let me take you back to the Rue St Georges--though I don't like that M. de Granville very much, because I'm very jealous at the thought of you being so close to him, but it's too late to keep a loyal friend waiting. Long time is always not good."

The Viscount said these words so earnestly that Louis hesitated instead. He hesitated for a while before nodding; while Callisto just clapped his hands. Bo walked in from the outside.

"Ah, sir, Mr. Louis, the carriage is ready!"

The valet said cheerfully that he held Callister's coat in his hand, and a heavy black velvet cloak of silk on a blue background--the same model as the cloak that caused this storm, and belonged to Louis. that one.