Flowers, Swords and France

With the coming of day, Charles came to his office in the Ministry of War early today to prepare for today's official activities. ~ Apex Novel,

Today's breakfast was eaten alone, because his sister held a party in the art gallery left to her by her teacher last night and never came back.

Because of his sister's request, he did not attend the birthday party, but directly sent a valuable gift to congratulate.

As his sister said, he has been very busy recently-the president has entrusted him with the most important work at present, and he must do his best to complete it in order to find enough supporters for his party in the army, after all, to make the grand parade he proposed a success.

At this time, he was quietly weaving a huge network in his office, contacting the garrison generals in various parts of France to determine the specific matters of their participation in the parade, and at the same time guessing whether they were objects that could be won over.

Just as he was still carefully processing those documents, a gust of cold wind suddenly pierced through the window, causing him to shiver suddenly.

Charles frowned, then threw down his pen, walked to the window, took a deep breath, then carefully closed the window, and looked at the square in the distance.

The heavy work and the dull bad weather made him a little anxious, and he needed a short break.

Just when he felt that he had rested enough and walked back to his desk, his secretary suddenly ran over to tell him a special news-the Minister of the Interior, Mr. Pierre Baroche, sent an official to see him.

Charles, who was very confused, pretended to be calm on the surface and ordered his secretary to call the other party over.

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"What! Killed...? Killed!" After listening to what the official said, Charles exclaimed in disbelief. "You mean, Mr. Maurice de Bovan was killed late last night?!"

"Yes, sir." The official looked a little anxious and his expression was very anxious. "We got the news two hours ago, and immediately sent someone to check. Mr. de Bovan was found dead in one of his apartments, on his bed in the bedroom. He was stabbed to death with a sharp weapon - a clear case of homicide. There was no sign of a violent struggle at the scene. It seemed that he was killed after he fell asleep, so there was no violent resistance. Because he usually got up late after having fun, no one dared to disturb him until it was very late..."

Charles stared at the visitor in amazement, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Killed just like that?" He couldn't help but muttered and repeated.

Then. He frowned tightly, obviously a little troubled.

He was not troubled by Maurice's death. He didn't have any special feelings for this rich young man who he had only met a few times, and he didn't feel any heartache even if he died. It's better to say that he might feel a little gloating about the big banker losing his only son.

What really bothered him was the feeling of grief over the death of the rabbit - if even the child of one of the country's largest bankers was killed - then who in the country is truly safe?

"Who did it?" he asked hoarsely.

"This is still a question for us now." The other party smiled bitterly and whispered, "We are still investigating."

"Is that so..." Charles nodded, but his brows were still frowning.

At this time, he finally felt the panic that the entire French social circle felt after Prince Condé was murdered in his bedroom 20 years ago.

Even such a person would die inexplicably, so who else is not in danger?

"What clues are there now? How many clues and physical evidence are there?" he asked immediately.

Originally, Charles was not qualified to ask these questions. He did not even have the right to know first. However, the current Minister of the Interior, Mr. Pierre Baroche, is a Bonapartist, and he will certainly inform all his important accomplices after such a major case occurs.

"We are working hard. Sir, I believe that the murderer will be brought to justice soon..." The other party showed a trace of reluctance on his face.

It seems that there is no progress yet - Charles, who is familiar with the language of officials. He came to the conclusion immediately.

"Hurry up!" He urged sharply. "Don't forget that Baron de Bovan is an important person in the country. How bad will it be to shirk responsibility and delay!"

Charles still did not recover from this shock until the other party left.

He sat quietly in his chair, thinking about what was going on, but he could not find a clue.

Baron de Bovan has been in the financial world for so many years, and he has offended at least 8,000 people. There must be many enemies who want to put them to death, and there must be some who are scheming, gloomy and vicious. If you want to check them one by one, how long will it take to find them?

After a moment, Charles finally regained his composure.

Forget it, anyway, the police will naturally worry about this kind of thing, I'd better do my own thing first, he thought.

At the same time, he also made up his mind to strengthen the vigilance against his grandfather and sister in the future and never let such a thing happen to himself.

Just when he was about to start working again, the secretary came to him again and told him that another person came to visit him.

And this person is his good friend Albert.

Ciel was surprised and immediately agreed to the other party's request.

Not everyone has the right to run into the War Ministry and ask for Charles, but as an official of the Railway Ministry, Albert certainly will not be subject to too many restrictions. Because he had a premonition that the matter was serious, Charles postponed all his schedules and asked his secretary to take him to his office as soon as possible.

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When Albert arrived at Charles's office, Charles found that his face was unusually anxious and pale, as if he was a little distracted.

After seeing Ciel. His face finally regained some composure.

"Char, something big happened. I think... you should know?"

"If you are referring to the murder of Mr. Maurice de Beauvin, I think I do know." Charles nodded. Then he looked at the other person in surprise, "But, Albert, calm down, what's wrong with you?"

He was very puzzled by Albert's panic - Albert was not the kind of sentimental person who would shed tears over tragic events that had nothing to do with him. Didn't he see that the relationship between these two people was so good?

"I...I may be in big trouble, Charles..." Albert replied tremblingly, "I had a conflict with Maurice a while ago, and I cursed him. I told him to die."

"Ah?!" Charles was shocked and looked at Albert in disbelief. "What's going on?"

"That's what happened... Charles." Albert replied gloomily, "We had a conflict and almost had a fight, but he died soon after! Now I'm in trouble..."

"You mean..." Charles finally understood, "The Baron has found you?!"

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"Yes, Baron de Beauvain sent someone to come to me and asked me to explain the situation clearly, and also asked me to go over and assist them in their investigation. This time I still invite you. But I'm afraid it won't be the case in a while..." Albert's breath Very unstable, obviously still in panic, "This... can I go here? I'm not afraid of the police, they follow principles. They won't do anything to me... But the Baron is different. His son is dead now. It’s almost crazy. You can do anything!”

Looking at his panicked friend, Charles slowly calmed down.

He knew he had to calm down. Otherwise Albert might do something stupid.

He left his position and went to Albert's side. Then she held his shoulders.

"Calm down, Albert!" he shouted.

Albert finally calmed down a little. "Ciel..."

"Things have already happened, so there is no need to panic." Charles replied calmly, "No matter what difficulties we have, we will solve them, believe me. Now, answer me a question first..."

"What's the problem?"

"Answer me, how many years have we known each other?"

"Ten years, or eleven years?" Albert replied in a low voice.

"Yes, we have been friends for so many years..." Charles let out a sigh of relief, "So, we can tell the truth between us, right? Tell me, does this murder have anything to do with you?"

"Charles? You won't..." Albert looked at Charles in horror, obviously misunderstanding something.

"No, I won't! I'm just confirming. Regardless of whether you did it or not, you are my friend. I will never let you fall into the hands of the Baron." Charles looked at the other party sincerely, and then grabbed The hand holding his shoulder became harder, "So, tell me the truth, whether you did it or not! I just need to know the bottom line, and then we can come up with countermeasures together!"

Perhaps Charles's sincerity finally reached Albert's heart, and he finally calmed down - although his face was still terribly pale.

"No, I didn't do it, Charles. I know the seriousness and I wouldn't do such a big thing without consulting you." He straightened his back and looked directly into Charles's eyes, "That time we had a fight. We had a quarrel, but the words "go to hell" were just drunken words. Which of us doesn't say it several times a day? I have no intention of killing him. "

"Okay, I understand." Charles nodded, not questioning the other party's answer. "Since it has nothing to do with you, then our affairs will be easier to handle. Don't worry, I will help you to speak up, and I will never let that person touch you."

"Charles..." A flash of ecstasy flashed in Albert's eyes, and then he stretched out his hand to hug Charles, "Thank you, thank you!"

"How can we say thank you?" Charles frowned, "This is what I should do. I can't let you suffer unjust injustice and become the victim of a madman?"

"Okay... this is great..." Albert breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Charles hesitantly, "Then... I will retreat for a while during this period to avoid attracting people's attention."

"Why are you backing down? You have done nothing wrong, so why are you backing down? Leave him alone and continue to do your thing!" Charles glanced at Albert dissatisfied, "For a person like the Baron, the more you back down, the more suspicious he will think you are. , guilty, then you will be finished! I want you to act like nothing happened and do your own thing honestly. I will help you solve the rest. Don't be afraid."

"Well, I'll do whatever you say, Charles." Albert was now completely calm. "Then I'll continue to do my work. Don't worry, I won't make any mistakes in the things you told me."

"Well, that's good." Charles smiled and nodded.

Charles knew this friend too well. Because he was too frivolous, he would always panic when he was really tested. This was a big weakness of his friend. However, as long as he got support, he was absolutely reliable.

"By the way, why did you beat him that day?" Charles suddenly remembered something and asked again. "If it's not convenient to say, then don't say it."

"Actually, it's nothing..." Albert's face was a little embarrassed.

Then, he told Charles everything about the conflict with Maurice that day.

"Well done, Albert." Charles patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you." (To be continued..)