In the evening breeze, Miss Perriette finally made her request to Charles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This request initially shocked Charles, he didn't expect the other party to throw such a bomb for such a reason.

But when you think about it, it's not necessarily strange.

In this day and age, Britain was at her peak, her glory shining in every corner of the world, and her people were deeply proud, and since Miss Perriette was a man of great loyalty to the Empire, it was only natural that she would want to leave a written treatise for the Empire as a monument to show off.

As a dedicated imperialist, Winston Churchill had written a "Brief History of the English-speaking Nations" for his British homeland, and it was only natural that Miss Perriette would want to produce a similar monograph.

If she heard her request to consult the French historical archives, I am afraid that she would be heartbroken, especially the Bonapartist who had a deep affection for the emperor, but although Charles was a nominal Bonapartist and even one of their leaders, he did not have that kind of persistent worship for the emperor, and he did not have that unforgettable sadness about the defeat of Waterloo and the destruction of the empire, so ordinary people could not agree calmly, but he could. He even thought it would be a bit cheaper for him to be let go like this.

The request for a preface to the monograph did give him a bit of trouble, as there might be people in the French public opinion and government who accused him of not being patriotic for it, but he didn't care, anyway, he could justify his actions by "taking into account the overall interests of Britain and France" - in the end, it was only a trivial matter.

But though he was careless, Miss Perriette was very happy.

"That's great, thank you!" She smiled, "I can assure you that my collaborators and I will complete this tome with the utmost rigor and seriousness, and will never dishonor the name you left on it." ”

"I hope so......," Charles just smiled wryly, "so you don't have anything else to say, do you?" ”

"Nope." Miss Perriette looked at him with a smile on her face, and then raised her head slightly, "But shouldn't you do more?" Otherwise, we're all here for nothing, aren't we? ”

"Well, everything is as you wish." Charles hung his head, then kissed her on the lips, and the two of them kissed like that.

For him, the kiss did not contain any desire, but became a proof of friendship, and the other party seemed to feel the same way.

It was a long time before the two parted their lips.

"Goodbye, then." Charles bowed slightly.

"Goodbye, Charles," Miss Perriette nodded, "I wish we didn't have to face each other until the day......," perhaps she thought it was a bit naïve, and added, "—at least that day doesn't come too soon." ”

"I hope so, too." Charles turned and left.

Miss Perriette did not move, but stood still, holding the lantern in one hand and waving it at Charles in the other, for the two men were getting farther and farther apart, so that at last it seemed to her that Charles had melted into the darkness, and when she could no longer see his back, she turned and walked towards the place where she was staying.

When Charles returned to his quarters, his cousin Philip was also resting, and then he heard the noise and ran over and looked at Charles in disbelief.

"Charles, you're coming back now?" He was dumbfounded, as if it was difficult to understand, "Didn't you see that young lady?" ”

"See." Charles replied. "We talked for a while."

"That'...... That's how you came back? Philip felt more and more incredible, "You didn't do anything on such a romantic night?" ”

"It's not that easy to do." Charles was a little impatient, "Philip, do you know who she is?" ”

"Isn't he just a lovely admirer? What else could she be? Philip didn't quite understand.

"I don't know if she's my admirer, but at least she didn't meet me to admire me." Charles sneered, making Philip feel a little mad, "Philip, she is an Englishman and serves the British government. ”

"What?!" Philip was finally shocked, "Is this true?" ”

Charles sneered and nodded.

"It's ...... What's going on? Philip's face suddenly turned pale, and although he couldn't believe it, he also knew that his brother-in-law didn't need to deceive himself on such a matter.

The shock was followed by fear, he was afraid that he would be put into another book by Charles because of this omission—he had already lost so many points because of his frustration in the countryside that he had almost ruined his future, and he had managed to get up again by his brother-in-law, and if he was suspected because of such a thing, it would be a catastrophe.

His face became very ugly, and his lips trembled slightly, "Charles...... I really didn't know her before and I never told her anything......"

"I'm not worried about what secrets you can leak to her, you can know something, can she still not know?" Charles wasn't going to scare Philip anymore, but just let it go with a slight mockery, "Okay, I'll hide this matter, I won't let anyone implicate you, don't have anything to do with her......"

"I will! Don't worry, I will never see this woman again! Seeing that Charles did not doubt himself, or even blame himself for his negligence, Philip was overjoyed and immediately assured Charles, "I will not listen to every word she says!" ”

"That's fine." Seeing that the other party has now received a lesson, Charles doesn't want to entangle, "Okay, I'm going to rest, you can go back and rest too." ”

"Okay, good night, Charles." Philip smiled at Charles, almost flatteringly, "Goodbye." ”

He was actually very curious now, wanting to know what Charles had talked about with that woman, and why he knew that this woman was a British agent, but he could see that Charles didn't want to reveal it at all, so he didn't dare to ask, so he could only bury this curiosity in his heart.

As he turned to leave, Charles suddenly added.

"Charlotte, don't say anything!"

"Okay, Charles, don't you know who I am?" Philip immediately answered Charles, who would not have understood what Charles really meant.

After Philip disappeared, Charles was still frowning, still as serious as before, as if he was thinking about some important issue.

He didn't expect that what Charlotte had done in England had already made the British know everything, which made him very passive - fortunately, the British may not have the intention of showing it now, and all this can be buried under the water.

After thinking about it, he decided to hide it from Charlotte - no matter what, it had already happened, and there was no point in bothering Charlotte with it, it would only add to her annoyance.

Although Charlotte did such a thing arbitrarily without asking him, Charlotte was his wife, and he felt obligated to take responsibility for any of Charlotte's actions. Besides, Charlotte is now pregnant, so what's the reason to hit her with such bad news?

However, although Charlotte must be hidden, it must be reminded of the other person.

He didn't know how much the British had figured out the situation, but they must have already mastered some clues about Agnes, and if Agnes was found by the British again, and then they finally knew Agnes's identity, they would find out the shocking news inside the Trevill family.

That's not something that can be settled with a small quid pro quo......

As soon as Charles thought about this, he couldn't help but have a headache.

Then, he subconsciously wanted to write a letter to Agnes to call the police and tell her to be careful in the future—not only for her own sake.

But he was immediately stunned, how should he write to Agnes now?

Ever since that day Agnes had taught Fran a good lesson, she had just left, and now she was gone, and God knows where she was now......

He couldn't help but sigh.

There was no point in having a headache now, so he could only go back to the desk and write another letter, asking his subordinates to secretly help find Agnes, hoping to find his aunt as soon as possible, and tell her about it anyway.

When he had finished writing the letter, he looked up at the window, and it was already late at night, and it was pitch black everywhere, except for a lonely wisp of the waning moon hanging in the sky, which could still carry a little light.

It's time to say goodbye and leave.

Although the air of Fontainebleau was good, and the living conditions were excellent, and the scenery was beautiful, it was only a place of recreation, and he only came for the call of His Majesty the Emperor, and by the way to relieve the fatigue of the past.

But now, he had rested enough, he had regained his energy, and he was ready to devote himself to the journey.

He was already a busy minister, and since he had been here for so long, no one would be able to blame him for anything even if he left now.

He opened the letter he had just received today, and then his familiar handwriting was revealed in great detail in front of him.

In the quiet of the night, Charles read quietly.

Monsieur Louis-Pasteur had come to Paris, and had agreed to his conditions, and had promised to serve him; The arrangement for those industrialists is also going well.

It seems that she is doing really well, as expected.

It's my sister, and she lives up to my trust.

The good news in the letter diluted Charles's anxiety a little.

No matter what is in front of him, at least until now, the things in his hands are getting more and more day by day, his power is growing day by day, and the cause he wants to achieve is also showing the light of day, these are where his confidence lies.

With so many people working for me, why should I worry about anything?

"All the best, I hope this will give you a good dream, sir." He read the end of the letter and saw this sentence.

"Thank you." He smiled and nodded at the void in front of him. (To be continued.) )