Flowers, Swords and France

This is another parallel world line...

August 9, 1857.

It was a scorching day, and I couldn't feel any of the coolness of early autumn. The streets were lifeless. The usually bustling crowds had become extremely sparse, and even the chirping of cicadas seemed like a feeble whisper.

On such a lifeless day, no one can avoid being listless. Many people are traveling or spending the summer in the countryside. Even in the French Empire's Ministry of Finance office building at 139 rue Bercy in the 12th arrondissement of Paris, employees They just worked silently, without much passion.

However, in the deepest part of this building, there is someone who supports this department with an almost always energetic force, using his unshakable willpower to urge this economic heart of the French Empire to overcome all difficulties and dangers, and maintain stability. run.

In a conference room filled with people, Charles de Treville, the Imperial Finance Minister and Duke of Curzon, sat. Even though the sun was scorching hot today, he was still wearing a formal suit, even his tie was fastened meticulously.

Other people in the conference room were also wearing formal attire, and their expressions were as serious as the minister's. This seriousness came from the arrogance and reserve unique to the economic sector and the financial industry, as if they wanted to use this way to declare their role in the national economy and people's livelihood. status.

Fortunately, the ice cubes placed in the four corners of the conference room allowed them to maintain their dignity in such scorching heat, otherwise everyone would have been sweating profusely.

However, even though there are ice cubes cooling everyone, people in the conference room still feel sweaty. Some people even use handkerchiefs to wipe their faces from time to time to wipe away the sweat.

Today's topic is a bit heavy, so it's no wonder they are so uneasy.

Everyone here is either a senior official of the Ministry of Finance or an important director of the Bank of France. Important people in the economic world have gathered together, and this is certainly not a normal situation - just this morning, Duke Curzon specially summoned them He stood up and announced his latest decision to them, which shocked them so much.

It is not that they are disgusted with the Duke's actions. On the contrary, although he is still very young and although he has only been the finance minister of the empire for more than a year, his resolute spirit and shrewd and capable mind have already been recognized by the officials. He was considered a suitable candidate for Imperial Finance Minister.

But even so, the news announced by Your Excellency the Minister today is still a bit too shocking.

"To put it simply, I want to raise taxes." After they all read the memo, the Duke expressed his theme concisely. "Not only do we need to increase taxes, we also need to shrink the number of provincial land credit banks in the near future. Position, it will free the state-owned enterprises from some regrettable loss-making enterprises, so that we have enough funds to solve those more important problems. The specific measures are included in the memorandum. I believe you have all seen it? "

No one answered his question, and everyone still has not recovered from the shock. In fact, everyone does not know whether they should express support or not - the measures proposed by the Minister are too big and will inevitably involve all aspects.

"I think silence and unnecessary delay are of no benefit to everyone." Seeing that everyone was still so silent, the Duke couldn't help but began to urge, "Moreover, we can't afford this kind of delay. France's economy has already It's in a very weak situation, and if we don't treat it, sooner or later it will become so fatal that none of us can manage it. We must address these issues as soon as possible while we still have time."

As if he felt that what he said was not serious enough, he emphasized again, "Yes, the situation is critical. In 1852, the French government's annual expenditure was 1.5 billion francs, the revenue was 1.3 billion, and the deficit was 200 million. Although this was a It is a regrettable figure, but we can still support it by expanding debt; but in order to win the Crimean War, our finances have to deal with a much more serious burden, 185 In 4 years we spent 2.3 billion, and in 1855 we spent 2 billion. In these two years we have been saddled with a deficit of nearly 2 billion francs! This is really regrettable, although we have strictly restricted expenditures in the past two years and want to. We have tried our best to expand government revenue, but I have to say that our situation is difficult, and it is obvious that if we do nothing, the situation will only become more difficult.”

Because it was an internal speech, the minister's words were simple and clear. In just a few sentences, he outlined the financial difficulties the empire is currently facing.

Louis Bonaparte originally implemented the policy of expanding public fiscal expenditures to maintain employment and prosperity. However, when the ever-expanding government debt encountered a behemoth like the Crimean War, the government's deficit and debt snowballed. Expansion is a matter of course.

Although the victory of the war won the prestige for His Majesty Emperor Napoleon III and his intellectual favorites, as well as the cheers of the people, and even gave Charles the title of Duke of Curzon, the financial price was, after all, necessary. Face it with a realist attitude.

As one of His Majesty the Emperor's most trusted assistants, Duke Curzon's appointment as Minister of Finance is a reflection of this realist attitude. His Majesty the Emperor hopes that his young favorite will use his mind and courage to solve these problems. , to save the imperial finances that have fallen into quagmire.

And the Duke did not disappoint his expectations. As soon as he took office, he used various emergency measures to maintain government spending and slightly eased the debt pressure. However, he also knew that these emergency measures could not last long, so more than a year after taking office, he finally decided to take strong measures to solve the problem in one fell swoop.

"Your Excellency, I don't object to your proposal..." A director of the Bank of France wiped his glasses and said a little nervously, "But your move is very big... We must have a careful discussion before we can reach a conclusion."

"Of course we need to discuss, which is why I called you all here, but I want to tell you that no major crisis can be solved by discussion, but by action! We are in a crisis now, and we must solve it by action!" The minister's attitude was soft but firm, "I have informed Count Germini. Although he is still considering it, he should be able to understand my position."

After the sudden death of the former president of the Bank of France, Baron de Bovan, Count Gabriel de Germini took over the position of president of the Bank of France. The baron was originally the father-in-law of the minister, and the two of them cooperated closely, but Count Germini was different. Although he did not dislike the Duke, he was a very conservative person and did not like the Duke's consistent radical measures. Therefore, the pace of the Ministry of Finance and the Bank of France has begun to be somewhat inconsistent recently.

This kind of disharmony is very harmful to the policy, but Charles can do nothing about it. After all, even if he holds great power, he cannot make everyone obey him unconditionally, so he can only use his strong personal attitude, reasonable suggestions and measures to force his own policies.

However, although he said that he wanted to solve the debt problem of the empire, in fact, he also wanted to use this to reshuffle the French banking industry, completely order the scattered banking industry, and make the Bank of France an irreplaceable central bank to perform its due duties.

"If the president has made up his mind, we will not stop him..." As Charles expected, the attitudes of these directors changed immediately.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The Duke finally nodded, "I can tell you another piece of news. In order to expand the financial resources of government affairs, we will immediately formulate the tax details for railway-related businesses, and will announce them at the same time. By the way, from the date of announcement, all bonds issued by railway companies in the market will be subject to stamp duty."

"Really?" The words of the Minister caused a commotion in the conference room, and almost everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

As we all know, Duke Kersun was the Minister of Transportation of the Empire before, and he was in charge of the railway industry. In order to encourage the vigorous development of the railway industry, under his lobbying, the Emperor of the Empire ordered tax exemptions for railway-related matters to stimulate the motivation of the business community. Everyone knows how much the Duke has benefited from it. Now he is willing to break this barrier himself and let the empire obtain more financial resources from it. It is really shocking and admirable. From this, we can also see how determined the Duke is.

The Minister's move, since everyone understands his determination, also makes everyone understand that he will definitely carry out this matter to the end and will not allow anyone to hinder it.

"I wish you all the best, sir." No one intended to disobey him in person.

After convening this crucial meeting, Duke Kerson strode out of the Ministry of Finance building. After coming out, he felt the heat, so he couldn't help but take off his coat.

The entourage and the coachman had been waiting for the Duke for a long time. After he got on the car, they drove him directly to the Duke's mansion.

The Duke's mansion was originally the magnificent De-Bovan Mansion. In the past ten years, the Duke and his wife have made it like a palace. Not long ago, the Duke's 30th birthday was held here, which was a great event.

After the death of Baron de-Bovan, this mansion officially became the private property of the Treville family.

While Charles was still speeding on the road, the mansion was still as quiet as usual.

The servants followed the strict house rules set by the lady and quietly patrolled along the route of work. Although the flowers in the garden were thriving and magnificent, everything was so quiet, as if to declare the master's majesty.

In the small flower hall of the mansion, Duchess Lola de Treville sat in her seat with her usual arrogant attitude and listened to the report patiently.

As usual, she wore an expensive blue gauze skirt. The patterns on the skirt embellished her delicate white skin. The cuffs were still fluffy like the style of the 17th century, which made her look particularly bright. She also held an ivory folding fan in her hand. The round luster of ivory made the lady's hand look even more delicate and white.

What was particularly different was that she was holding a little girl on her legs.

The girl was only four or five years old, delicate and fair, and also wore the same luxurious skirt. However, although her face was still there, she was so serious that no expression could be seen. The Duchess looked very young to begin with, and with this little girl, the mother and daughter looked like two dolls, one big and one small, that had been patiently carved.

"Madam, our people have started work in Suez now, and it is expected that the canal will be dug within 10 years." The businessman in formal clothes stood hunched in front of his wife, not daring to express his dignity.

"What's the problem with funding?" the Duchess asked expressionlessly. "It's impossible for a project like this without overspending. I'm afraid it will cost hundreds of millions in the end."

"Our budget is still enough... Madam..." Perhaps he was afraid of being ridiculed by Madam, the businessman said quickly.

In 1854 and 1856, Viscount Ferdinand Marie de Lesseps (1805-1894), the French consul in Egypt, obtained a charter from Said Pasha, the governor of Egypt in the Ottoman Empire. The pasha authorized Lesseps to form a company and build a maritime canal open to ships of all nations, following plans drawn up by Australian engineer Alois Negrelli. By leasing the relevant land, the company can operate the canal for 99 years from the time it opens to navigation.

The company was suffering from insufficient funds. At this time, the great banker Duchess Laura de Treville extended a helping hand and provided the lord with a huge amount of funds, and subsequently became the major shareholder of the canal company.

"Okay, you don't have to do this with me!" The Duchess frowned slightly. "Now that I have started to inject capital, this is the result of careful consideration. Even if the project exceeds the cost, I will not hesitate. If 100 million is not enough, I will use 200 million. If 200 million is not enough, I will use 500 million. Even if I pile it up with gold, I will pile it up. So. You don’t have to worry about overspending to scare me. As long as you work hard, the river of money will flow behind you. Of course...if you have any plans in private, then I’m afraid this drinking will swallow you up..."

There was some cold sweat on the businessman's forehead. He knew that the Duchess was a real threat - the Duchess had arranged many informants in the company, and any strange flow of funds would be reported to her immediately. If he really If you dare to make any small moves, then...I'm afraid you will have become the dregs under Suez.

"Madam, please rest assured. It is a lifelong honor for me to be able to participate in such a great project. Besides, you have given me so much reward. I have no other requirements..." He hurriedly told the duchess Expressing loyalty, "However, we are also facing some problems now - the local construction conditions are somewhat harsh, local workers in Egypt are affected by the disease, lack enough medicine, and the intensity of labor leaves them no time for treatment... So in terms of medical treatment …”

"Opening this canal is my father's last wish, and it is also our family's great cause that has left a mark on the earth, so I must complete it. As for others, it has nothing to do with me. If they want to die, they can die. I have no obligation." Spend more money to treat them." The Duchess suddenly interrupted him, "Since some people live like a fly, they should die like a fly and do not deserve a better outcome."

"Okay, I understand, ma'am." The other party immediately understood what the duchess meant.

"Okay, you can go back to Egypt. It's better to supervise the work on site than in Europe." The Duchess waved her hand, then stroked her daughter's hair and gently placed her on the carpet.

"Watch carefully, it's your turn to do all this from now on." She said to her daughter very seriously. "You must prove that you are worthy of being my daughter."

The daughter nodded to her ignorantly and respectfully, and then showed an innocent smile to her mother. "Mother!"

This smile was very bright, and for the first time, the child became like a living creature.

Looking at her daughter's smile, the corners of Laura's mouth twitched slightly, but she immediately looked away.

"Humph." She turned and walked towards her bedroom.

"Madam." As soon as she reached the door of the bedroom, the maid who had been waiting there came to greet her.

"Is she in there?" Laura asked calmly.

"Yes, it's right there." The maid nodded quickly, "She's quite clever, but it took us a lot of effort, but luckily..."

"Open the door!" Laura immediately ordered.

"Yes!" the maid responded, then looked at the madam with a slight hesitation, as if she wanted to say something.

"Don't worry, sir, I will take care of everything." Laura moved her fan forward slightly.

"yes!"

The door was opened immediately, and Laura walked in slowly.

This bedroom was originally the lady's boudoir before she got married. It was very luxuriously furnished. After the couple got married, it went through some renovations, which cost a lot of money. The most eye-catching thing is naturally the big bed in the center of the opposite wall. Under the treasure cover, strings of pearl chains hang down, making everything in the bed look very blurry and confusing.

But now, the most eye-catching thing is not the bed, but the woman lying half in the middle of the room.

She was tied up with five flowers. She looked at Laura who came in, feeling horrified and disgusted. Her body twitched slightly, but she couldn't move even half an inch, and she looked very embarrassed.

"Oh, how pitiful." Laura looked at the other party expressionlessly, and then walked towards her, "Ms. de Leolan, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Under Laura's slightly sarcastic attitude, Mary looked a little embarrassed and even more humiliated.

"If...if you invite me properly, I will happily come to see you. Why...why do this?" She forced herself to suppress the fear in her heart, and then said.

"But I don't think you are qualified to be invited by me properly?" Laura said as she walked in front of her.

This is the truth. Laura is not keen on social activities, and she is even more arrogant. After marrying the Duke, she rarely held private banquets.

"... Then you don't have to treat me like this... like this." When Laura walked in front of Mary, the old fear made her tremble again.

"Why can't I treat you like this?" Laura stopped and looked down at the woman tied to the ground. "I am stronger than you, a hundred times stronger, so I can treat you as I like? What law can prohibit me? Please tell me?"

"... You..." Such impolite words made Mary angry for a while. She also knew that this lady was not so easy to communicate with.

What's more... What's more, she had an affair with her husband.

To be honest, she really didn't expect Laura to have such a big reaction. Shouldn't she have known it before? And after all, would she really be jealous of her husband?

All these questions lingered in her mind, making her speechless for a while.

"You must be surprised that I would do this - but don't worry, I didn't invite you here because I was jealous." Laura sneered slightly, "It's better to say that you are our plaything, which is just right for you!"

Such a terrible humiliation made Mary blush for a while.

"Although I don't want to admit it, we are both mothers now, right? Well, I was really surprised when I heard the news. I didn't expect you to go this far..." Laura looked at the other person with a calm look, "Is this out of love? Or out of jealousy? Or both?"

"Out of pity, ma'am." As if she had made up her mind, Mary suddenly said, "Sir is so pitiful. You neither let him feel the happiness of marriage nor the happiness of fatherhood. Does he need some other comfort?"

"Really? Maybe I'm not a good wife, and maybe not a good mother either." Laura looked at Mary who was huddled calmly. Only the coldness in her eyes could make her feel her terrible power. "I once thought about being a good mother, gentle and kind to my children, like a real mother - but damn, those were the most uncomfortable two hours in my life. Yes, for Lianna, I tried to live unlike myself for two hours, but I gave up... I gave up, do you know why?"

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Although she didn't want to talk to the lady at all, Mary wanted to delay time and wait for her savior to arrive, so she had to pretend to be very interested.

"Why... why..." she asked tremblingly.

"Because I can't be like those ignorant women, smiling foolishly all the time, tolerating all the stupidity of her children, and then telling them some stupid things!" Laura picked up her folding fan and slapped Mary's collarbone heavily.

"Ah!" Mary couldn't help but scream, and a red spot appeared on her collarbone and the delicate white skin on her chest, which looked shocking. Even the maids next to her felt a little cold in their hearts, but no one dared to speak to stop the lady.

To be fair, Laura's strength was not great, and although it hurt, it didn't hurt her bones. However, Mary has always paid great attention to maintenance, and her skin is very tender. Coupled with the humiliation of being beaten in public, this kind of pain is particularly piercing.

However, this scream did not arouse any sympathy from Laura. She just looked at Mary calmly, as if the atrocity just now was not committed by her own hands.

"It's very simple. Mothers in the world, because of their pitiful maternal love and naive delusions, often think that their children are outstanding and they only need to use their own persuasive guidance to make them stand out from the crowd. This pitiful delusion can certainly make her and her children happy, but it will only lead the children astray, and they think this is great love! It's ridiculous... Do they really think they deserve to have a genius as a child? As an insect, they don't know how to reflect on themselves, and use cheap and overflowing tolerance to erase the will of the child, and continue the fate of insects from generation to generation. It's pitiful... It's really pitiful. ..." Laura lowered her head slightly, approached Mary, and looked down at the poor woman, "I guess you are the same, using your ridiculously overflowing maternal love to get along with your child? It's really pitiful... He has Treville's blood in his body, but you have to drown him in the quagmire of mediocrity..."

"You...what do you want to do to my child? He...he didn't offend you? ! "

Mary's face suddenly turned pale. For a mother, she can tolerate being attacked by herself, but she can't bear to attack her child. "Lola, if you dare to do anything to my child, I will never forgive you?"

"Oh, you won't forgive me? How are you going to forgive me? Tell me, I'm really curious..." Lola laughed again, "You are in prison and you don't know it. You are powerless but still have such a high spirit. You are still the same as before!"

When she talked about the past, she picked up the fan again, and then swung it heavily at Mary's shoulder again. There was another snap, bringing out a scream and a red spot.

"Ha, you are powerless but full of jealousy, and you only want to see other people's jokes. What a pathetic person... You must be happy, right? You have been secretly teasing us to quarrel with Matilda and the others, and you think you have a plan. Others can’t see it! What a joke. Do you think I can’t see it? I just don’t want to. Ignore you, I just think they don't like it, so I'll just teach them a lesson! But... I'll give you a lesson today. Who told us in this industry that we like to spend money and money? Oh, we are from such a low background. I'm really sorry to be in the same place with a young lady like you..."

With a sneer that made everyone horrified, Laura picked up the fan and slapped Mary hard on her body at a speed that was slow and almost elegant. It was obvious that she had not let go of what happened back then, so she just took this opportunity to do something. General liquidation.

"I can't be a good mother, because I have to let my children know how to behave in the world. My child is different from the children of you bugs. She is destined to step on everyone's head... She must firmly grasp the hub of society and then And such a child must understand from an early age that the world is not gentle, it is just an arena where people trample on people. If you want to transcend ordinary people, you have to trample them under your feet... She should also understand that people must Be wise, otherwise you will do something wrong She will be punished, and when she does something wrong, she will not receive kindness from the sky, nor can she place her hope on others. She can only muster up the courage to use all her will to make up for the mistakes she made... Yes Ah, it’s your own fault. If a person doesn’t even understand this, what qualifications does she have to stand in the world? Too many mothers have made their children forget this for their own ridiculous excuses, so they have created so many bugs. There are so many people like you!”

As she spoke, she kept swiping with her fan, beating the poor people at her feet. Under her merciless hands, red marks gradually spread like reptiles on Mary's fair skin, on her arms, shoulders and back. All the exposed skin on the neck became red and swollen, so red that it was almost shiny.

However, after living in seclusion for many years, her strength quickly ran out. In order to prevent herself from showing her panting and embarrassed look in front of others, she slowly stopped.

Mary kept screaming at first, but then her voice gradually became hoarse, and then the tears in her eyes kept flowing down. It seemed that she could not bear the treatment she received, but even so, she did not beg Laura for mercy. Not a word. She knew that begging Laura for mercy was of no use, and the pride hidden in her nature prevented her from bowing to her.

"You...you are actually jealous, right? You are jealous of our family background. You are inferior to your own poor surname. You use pride to cover up this inferiority, and you think everyone can't see it!" She was crying while Laura , said in an untuned trill , "Actually, what do you have to be proud of... You just had a good life and a good father. Without all of this, what can you be proud of? Do you really think you are smarter than everyone else?" How much? Stop being funny. , you are just like us...what...what can you do to be self-sufficient? A person like you actually dares to point fingers at every mother. How can you be so funny! My wife can’t learn well, how dare I talk about my mother? ! What kind of fun can you bring to your husband and children by treating everyone coldly? You... you can show off your power in front of me today, but you will still be pitiful until you die. I’ll be alone! Hahahaha!”

"How dare you do this now? I admire you a little!" Laura sneered, "However, I...and my husband, and even my children, are not existences that can be judged by people like you. We are superhuman, and a mortal like you is born under our feet! How can you judge our feelings? It’s stupid...ridiculous!”

Then, anger caused new strength to surge into her body. She picked up the folding fan in her hand and swung it heavily at Mary's neck, which brought a new scream and a new scream to her. Relief. "'You just have a good father!', what beautiful words, you must have always thought so, right? You think that no one can compare with you, but you are just luckier than you, but don't forget, our family Wealth comes bit by bit over generations What is accumulated does not fall from the sky! When your ancestors were proud of their family status and squandered it, we were saving money, we spent every penny, and we did the work that your ancestors disdained! control the situation , Soaring in the clouds, and you...you can only fall into the dust! You have lived like insects for generations doing nothing, but you are jealous of us who know how to control our lives. How can you complain? Is it the result of recruiting me? You have wiped out many years of hard work by me and my father, but you still blame yourself for turning a blind eye to your last name! The punishment for you is really not enough to make your soul understand. What a pity!"

Following her arrogant declaration, the fan hit Mary's neck hard again, and with a loud snap, the ivory fan braided with gold wire split.

This ivory fan is a fine work of art that Japanese craftsmen put a lot of effort into making. In addition to the exquisite paintings, it is also inlaid with gemstones for decoration. Plus the shipping cost halfway around the world, it is enough for ordinary people to keep it for several years. It was also a cosmetic item that upper-class women flocked to. However, after it broke, Laura didn’t even look at it and threw it to the ground.

By this time, Mary had fainted from the pain and humiliation.

Because she was afraid that the lady would kill someone with her own hands and it would be difficult to cover it up, the maid came up and looked at Mary carefully. Only after she was sure that she was okay, the maid breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam, let me carry her away. Don't worry, there are people down there who can take care of her and make sure she doesn't get caught."

She thought she was trying to please Madam, but when Laura came over, she couldn't help but shuddered and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Who said we should carry her away?" Laura waved her hand casually, "Carry her there!"

"Yes..." Although she was full of doubts, the maid did not dare to disobey the order. She just bowed her waist respectfully and obeyed the duchess's order.

"It's almost time to come back, right?" Laura looked at the gold clock beside the bed.

At ten minutes after sunset, Duke Kirson returned to the mansion. Because the weather was hot, as soon as he got home, he immediately drank an ice-cold drink and relaxed.

"Is everything going well?" When he was lying on the sofa, the Duchess walked up to him, expressionless as usual, "It seems to be good?"

"Not bad, at least no one is against me." Charles smiled bitterly, "Hey, these things have been giving me a headache recently. Things that were easy to do before now have to take a lot of hard work."

"There are things we have to do," Madame replied calmly, but she sat down beside Charles.

The two of them were sitting side by side on the sofa.

"I also met someone from Egypt today and told him that I have gold and silver here. I can inject as much money as they need. As long as the canal is built as soon as possible." After a moment of silence, Laura suddenly said , "His attitude is a bit ambiguous, I guess things are not that easy."

"As long as you can spare the money, it won't be easy." Charles shrugged.

In order to invest in the canal, Laura decided to invest a large amount of her family's funds in the Suez Company, which would inevitably drain her money in Europe. Therefore, in order to cooperate with his wife, Charles also deliberately prepared a series of measures to secretly let Madam's funds remain open. At the same time, taxing the railway industry can also erect barriers when she withdraws funds and leaves, preventing opponents from taking advantage of her territory.

"I'm sorry... Charles..." Laura frowned, "I know this is an irrational thing, but I have to leave a monument for my father. You may think it's ridiculous to kill him. What kind of monument should I leave behind, but that’s what I think.”

"No, I don't think it's funny." Charles smiled, "You are my wife and the mother of my child. I will support whatever you want to do, no reason is needed."

After Laura was silent for a moment, she frowned slightly.

"Thank you..." She finally said these words as if it was very difficult.

Then, she suddenly stood up and walked towards her bedroom. "Follow me."

"What's going on?" Charles was a little surprised, but still followed her.

Laura didn't speak, but just led Charles forward, then stepped into the bedroom and walked towards the bed in the deepest part.

Does she want to do it now? Ciel had some doubts in his heart.

A feeling of excitement suddenly shot up in his belly.

Even if it is really done, it would be a good thing...

However, the moment Laura opened the bead curtain, Charles seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

"Lola..."

What caught his eye was Mary.

At this time, her body was no longer covered in strands of hair and was covered with red marks. It was obvious that she had been tortured just now.

The dense red marks, white skin, and the pitiful expression on his face that was about to cry might arouse a different kind of excitement in some people's hearts, but at this time, he only felt shocked.

"This... you..."

However, at this moment, he was caught off guard and was thrown onto the bed by Laura, and also on top of Mary, causing another cry of pain.

"What's wrong with you!" Charles was shocked and wanted to struggle.

His hand was quickly grabbed, and then Laura slowly lifted it up and placed it on his chest.

"Isn't it great?" Laura told him in a toneless voice, with a rare blush on her face, "We are transcendent, so we can dominate everyone... Don't you really want to play, this time everyone Just have fun."

Is this a punishment, or a thank you to her husband for allowing her to be willful?

Ciel no longer understood, he only knew that heat surged into his heart again, making him even more unable to restrain his impulse.

There was something wrong with the drink just now...

His hands involuntarily reached for the buttons of the skirt, revealing a large area of ​​dazzling skin in front of Ciel.

"But why are you doing this?" Charles still didn't understand, and this was also his last question.

"I don't care about these things. She is just an ordinary person, just a tool for our entertainment... Only we can be together all the time. We are superior to everyone else. They can only worship us." Laura leaned against her husband, "Please don't leave me... Don't leave me. If you are always by my side... Always by my side, the whole world... The whole world is ours..."

She sounded like she was stating something, but also like she was crying.

And Charles could no longer hear, and the three figures merged together. (~^~)