Breakfast at the Marquis de Treville's palace has always been quite simple. But as long as his health permitted, the old marquis always had to dine with his grandchildren.

It's a little strange today, and while eating with her head down as usual, she peeks at her grandfather and brother from time to time.

Charles was a little surprised, but just as he was about to ask his sister what was the matter, the old marquis spoke.

"Little beauty, what are you thinking about again?"

Looking at Fran, who seemed to be a little restless, the old marquis asked with a smile. His smile was a combination of the love of his elders for his children and grandchildren and the witty banter characteristic of cavalry officers.

Fran looked up suddenly, a little crumb of bread hanging from the corner of her mouth, looking like a frightened little squirrel. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zuihou replied anyway. "It's nothing, grandpa, I'm fine."

Then he lowered his head and continued to eat—only to glance at Charles again.

Generally speaking, if a girl talks like this, it means that something must be wrong, and it seems to have something to do with Charles. The Marquis looked at Charles with an inquiring look, and Charles shrugged his shoulders slightly, indicating that he was not at a loss.

As time passed, Fran's eyes became more and more unkind, and even turned into a stern question. What's going on? Charles used his brains to think carefully about the performance of his sister Weishenme.

"Fran, are you not feeling well today?" He asked tentatively.

"I'm comfortable, sir." Fran replied rather stiffly.

In the women's dictionary, this means "I'm not feeling well, I'm angry," and Charles understands it.

"Then you ...... today," he tried to ask again.

"I'm fine today." Fran interrupted him, then put back her utensils. "I'm going to school, and the teachers have been very strict lately."

What's going on? The Marquis glanced at his grandson again.

Charles hurriedly used his brain. School...... Draw...... Draw......

A flash of inspiration.

He hurriedly smiled and looked at the old marquis.

"I almost forgot to tell you one thing, Miss Trevier is about to become famous......"

"Huh?" The old marquis was a little puzzled.

Fran was still packing, but it was clear that she was listening to Charles with her ears pricked up, which made Charles sure that she had hit the final answer.

Charles explained to the old Marquis in the tone of a shop clerk. "Mr. Dürenburg will be holding a solo exhibition in the near future, and Fran, as his best student, will be a great student of his work to be introduced to the audience. So you see, there is a shining new star that will rise in the bright sky of French art......"

"Oh! No wonder! The old marquis opened his mouth wide, half to surprise and half to make his granddaughter happy.

Then he looked at Fran, "My grandson, worthy of my grandson!" Come on, come over and let Grandpa have a good look! ”

"It's nothing, the teacher just introduced my work in passing, and he said that I still have a lot to learn. You see, my brother didn't take it seriously at all, and he waited so long to remember...... "Fran, who had been waiting for a long time, raised his head and walked to his grandfather's side." Although his mouth is deliberately modest, there is a joy that can't be concealed between his eyebrows.

"Oops, I'm so sorry, I'm so dizzy......" Charles said in a chorus.

Fran bowed her head, and the old marquis kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Fran, I knew you had talent, keep up the good work, you will definitely be famous!" Then he patted his granddaughter on the back as an encouragement. "When the time comes, I must go and see my granddaughter's masterpiece, and I will tell those old friends what a grandchild I have......"

"Xiexie you, grandpa, I'll try. I'm going to school first! ”

After receiving the long-awaited compliment, Fran blushed and smiled so much that her eyebrows curled, and she almost jumped out of the dining room. Before leaving, he didn't forget to glance at Charles to show his dissatisfaction with him for so long to remember.

The old Marquis and Charles watched her leave with smiles on their faces.

"She's grown up, hasn't she?" The old man said suddenly. "What a lovely little girl."

"Yes, grown up." Charles chimed in.

"Now I really don't see anyone in all of France worthy of this angel." The old marquis sighed, "It's going to take a lot of thought then. ”

"It's okay, you can find it slowly." Charles replied, "I have already told her that I will prepare a dowry of 100 million for her at that time, and when the time comes, don't say anything famous or royal, even Apollo is worthy of it!" ”

"100 million?" The Marquis raised his eyebrows slightly, "You really dare to say it." ”

"I'm serious." Charles's tone was very steady.

"Then let me tell you, I plan to divide my savings in half in the future, and you and her will be half each, and we will never take sides."

"Give it all to her, you have given me enough wisdom and teachings." Charles replied indifferently.

The two watched as the carriage that took Fran to school left the Marquis's mansion.

As the carriage ran farther and farther until it disappeared, the smiles on their faces and the tenderness in their eyes slowly disappeared. Instead, it is replaced with the serious, indifferent, and indifferent expressions that politicians and conspirators should have. It is the kind of expression that Charles sees most in the portraits of his ancestors in the Duke's palace of Treville.

Trever is still Trevil after all.

"Charles, it's good that you have this mind." The Marquis's tone had now become very serious. "You know what love is, and I appreciate that. Those who love and believe no one in their hearts can only become bloodthirsty scum. ”

Charles nodded slightly.

"But feelings are feelings, and careers are careers. There should be no unnecessary emotion in undertaking the cause, especially our own, - remembering that flowers are for those we love, and we can only give swords to our enemies. You can compromise with the enemy, shake their hand, or even hug them, and that's okay, it's just to make it easier to get stuck in their neck, for no other reason. ”

"I know, Grandpa." The Charr always took to heart the teachings of the old man.

The old marquis had approval on his face. "I'm glad you've always been able to tell the difference, and I hope you can keep it up."

Looking at his grandson, who was thoughtful under his own reminder, the old man smiled again and gave an appropriate word of encouragement.

"Because of our efforts, now the Count de Laporta has fallen in our favor - this is a great advance in our cause, and you have received praise for it, Charles."

"That's great."

"And, I didn't expect that what you've been working on lately will work well, Charles. I really didn't expect these things to be used like this, young people are really open-minded......"

Charles smiled humbly.

"It's just a temporary idea."

"Sirte has been a little disgraced by us lately, but I know this man, he will not wave his hand easily in the face of offense, he will redouble his revenge, and now I dare say that his people are desperately looking for all kinds of clues to arrest people and avenge him. So, you also have to be careful not to expose yourself. The Marquis looked at Charles, and his eyes, which had become a little cloudy from old age, were now very clear.

He reached out and patted his grandson on the shoulder.

"It's a good situation, but be safe, Shire. Remember, you are my only grandson, you are my hope, you are my incarnation, and you are the only wealth that I can leave to Shijie after I enter the loess, so you must take care of yourself. If the price of organizational success is the sacrifice of your life, then what does this revolution mean to me? ”

Charles sat straight in his seat, feeling the force of the large hand squeezing his shoulders.

"Of course, I want you to be careful, and I don't tell you to look ahead and do nothing, just do it if you like it! The Tréville family may lack affection in their blood, but they never lack spirit. ”

“haode。” Charles also looked at the old man and replied solemnly.

Just as Charles was about to finish breakfast, the old man suddenly asked again.

"Charlotte has been here lately, hasn't she?"

"Ahem," Charles choked.

The old marquis had a playful smile in his eyes.

"Although you told the servants not to tell me, they would have given me an account if I wanted to know."

"Yes." Charles had no choice but to admit it.

"That's a good kid." The Marquis's tone became a little serious. "Charles, do you understand what I mean?"

"Uh......" Charles didn't know how to answer.

"Charles, I told you before, let you find a woman with brains and talents as soon as possible, and continue the bloodline for the Trevill family as soon as possible." The old marquis continued, "However, your performance in this area has not been satisfactory all this time. ”

Charles was about to say something, but the Marquis raised his hand to stop him.

"My brother is a, but surprisingly, his granddaughter is not. Charlotte was kind of something I grew up watching, I could see it, so I never stopped you from associating with her, even if I never saw my brother. Besides, no matter what, a child who knows the roots is more trustworthy than a woman who doesn't know where to run, right? He continued, "She has always loved you, and she can get a large dowry, so that you have plenty of money to display your ideals. And she also has brains, and can be your help, isn't that a very good object? If you're worried that Philip won't agree, then you don't have to, I'm sure Charlotte has a lot of ways to force him to agree. ”

"But she's the king." Charles replied. "I quarreled with her a few times, but no one could convince anyone, so I had to go our separate ways."

"Wang Dang? How so? Since when? The old marquis's eyes widened, and he looked a little surprised. Doesn't she understand that if she chooses this path, she can only turn against you? ”

"It started before the separation, and it was clear that she knew the consequences." Charles said helplessly.

The old man frowned.

"Charles, does she still love you?"

Charles pondered for a moment.

The Charlotte who broke up with herself decisively, the Charlotte who ran over to call the police in a hurry, which one is the real Charlotte?

Maybe both.

"I don't know, maybe." zuihou, he chose to answer.

"That's good," said the old cavalry officer's decisiveness, and he inadvertently used the same tone as he had ordered his men to attack such and such a position. "Charles, take her down, take her away."