"Charles, don't do that!" Seeing that her husband was clamoring to enforce coercive measures against his former comrades, Charlotte hurriedly stopped him in a panic, "Don't mess around! ”

"Messing around?" Charles asked rhetorically. "What's the mess?"

"Of course! Even if they don't interact with each other anymore, they were my friends at the time, so how could I draw my sword against them all at once?! Charlotte gave him an angry look, "No matter what, you have to talk about it, and you can't do it without saying a word." ”

"Talk? What if we can't talk? Charles laughed slightly mockingly, "Since they are already in a hurry, they may not change their minds because of your few words, and if they can't talk, are you going to ask your father to pay them back?" Well, if you really want to do that, I'm not against it......"

"They'll agree." Charlotte frowned and whispered to herself, "I'll get them to agree." ”

There seems to be something in this seemingly bland tone.

"Anyway, you don't have to meddle in this matter first, just let me do it alone." After a pause, Charlotte reopened, "I'm just informing you today, you know that there is such a thing, even if Dad comes to ask you for help in the future, you are not allowed to help him in this matter!" ”

Charles didn't expect his wife to tell him about this for this purpose, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He was going to say something more, but seeing that her attitude was so resolute, he couldn't say anything more.

"Well, if you think so, I'll listen to you." Charles shrugged. "I hope you don't get into any trouble."

"I won't." Charlotte's tone softened. "Now, is there anyone in this world who is more closely related to you than me?"

Sudden dissection. Charles opened his mouth.

"Yes, so do I." A moment later. He smiled, then shook Charlotte's hand again. "I wish you all the best."

…………………………

In the evening, the carriage arrived at the Tréville family's estate on the outskirts of the city, and then ran straight to the family's cemetery.

It is said to be a family cemetery, but in fact, there are not many graves, and the history is not very long.

His first grandfather, the Duke of Treville, had already been guillotined, and because the two Duke's brothers had fled the country at that time, they had not been able to collect their bones. The Tréville family's earlier family graveyard had already been lost to the storm of the Revolution along with the manor, and now it was only rebuilt, and the bones of the ancestors had long since disappeared.

At the mention of this, Charlotte naturally gritted her teeth with hatred for the cruelty of the mob, but Charles did not feel anything.

The cemetery was deep in the estate, through the lush woods, where the carriage stopped.

One by one, the members of the Tréville family descended, and then they all gathered around the carriage that was transporting the Duke's coffin.

The carriage was very tall. The carriage was painted black, which looked very solemn and gave people a very uncomfortable sense of oppression.

After the servant opened the door, Charles looked at his grandfather with some hesitation.

"Grandpa. You'd better forget it and let someone else carry it......"

His grandfather didn't answer him, just walked over to the coffin. Then he stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Charles had no choice but to lift the coffin with the others. Then they were carried to the middle of the graves.

The old marquis's gait was a little disordered, and he looked old. The sadness in his heart was even more overflowing, but he insisted on lifting his brother's coffin and leading it in front. The new Duke of Treville stood on the other side, and the two men took the lead in supporting the coffin, while Charles, Philip and Eugène, together with several other people, followed behind to support the coffin, sending the Duke on his last journey.

The road was not long, and it did not take them much time to carry the coffin to the edge of the tomb, which had already been prepared.

Then they gathered around the tomb and carefully put the coffin in little by little.

When the coffin hit the ground, there was a trembling creak, which was probably the last echo that a person could leave in the world......

There were flowers that had been prepared nearby, and everyone threw them into it, and then the servants began to fill the grave.

The earth was filling the tomb little by little, and slowly submerging the coffin, and the old Marquis and Charlotte wept again involuntarily at the grave, while the Duke's sons and grandsons were also mourning, and obviously very uncomfortable.

Although Charles was calm on the surface, he was also full of emotion in his heart, and the heavy page of the Tréville family's history was turned over in this way.

From now on, no one can teach him so much, and the helm of this family has also fallen into the hands of his generation.

Will I really be able to live up to his expectations and lead the family to new glory? He asked himself.

Looking at the group of family members in front of him, he found that he was completely unable to give a negative answer.

It must be able because he has no "can't" option at all.

"May Heaven bless us." He looked up and said secretly.

Because his mood was really depressed, he subconsciously looked away and unconsciously glanced in front of these graves.

The tombs were very well preserved, and it was evident that the servants had been taking good care of them, but due to the fact that the members of the Treville family did not come often, they were deserted and very old.

There is only one grave, and a few flowers have been placed in an inconspicuous place next to the tombstone, and it seems to be quite new, and it seems that it has only recently been remembered......

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute!

His eyes widened suddenly.

Judging by the remnants of his childhood, it was not ......

He cautiously leaned over there, looked more closely, and saw the tombstone.

It is indeed the grave of the mother.

Who is it? Who has worshipped her lately?

Is it Agnes?

But no, isn't his aunt Agnes now hunting down his father in England?

And...... Agnes didn't say that she had dug it up. Her mother's bones have been taken away by her, huh? Even the ashes were brought back by him through negotiations with his uncle. And it's already been stored separately, so why should she come over again?

But...... Will anyone else come and worship her?

What the hell is going on?

His whole body was in a cold sweat because of surprise.

He's a very strong guy. I hate things beyond my control the most, and there is a past about his mother, which is a shadow that he doesn't want to touch or be known, so how can he be quiet when he encounters such a situation?

What's going on...... Did something happen?

With the uneasiness in his heart, he looked around again, but this time his mood had changed from melancholy to panic.

Could it be that I just scared myself, that it was just a false alarm caused by a misunderstanding?

Although he wanted to comfort himself in his heart, he couldn't calm down.

That's when it happened. At the edge of the woods, as far as his eye could see, there was a faint flash of white light.

He subconsciously looked around.

It's good, everyone is next to the duke's tomb, no one pays attention to him.

When he reached the edge of the woods, his sudden rise of doubts was finally solved.

Agnes, dressed in a gray dress, was looking at him calmly, looking gentle and indifferent, and the umbrella was also held in her hand. Shaken unconsciously by her hand.

When he found out that Agnes was here, Charles didn't know whether he should be relieved or scared, and just stared at her blankly.

"What? It's been so long since you saw me, and you forgot about me again? Agnes couldn't help but laugh.

"No...... Didn't I forget you...... It's just that. It's just so unexpected! Charles finally settled, "You...... Why are you here? ”

"I've been here all this day, but I just saw you coming, so I hid. But. Isn't it too much for me to hide again when I saw you scared like that just now? That's why I'll call you here. Agnes smiled slightly. Then he raised his hand and tapped his belly with the tip of the umbrella. I don't see any aggression in it, though. "What? Look at your posture, the duke of your family has passed away? ”

"Yes, that's it, he passed away a few days ago, you just returned to France not long ago, right?" Charles nodded, and then subconsciously looked at his grandfather. "You...... What are you doing here? ”

At that time, his mother died unexpectedly, and although his grandfather did not participate, he also shielded his son afterwards, will he also be regarded as an enemy by Agnes?

"Don't worry, I don't want to harm anyone today, and I'm not interested in beating up a bad old man again." As if to see what he was thinking, Agnes pursed her lips. "I'm here today just to meet my sister and tell her I've helped her get things done......"

"But...... But isn't my mother here? Charles asked subconsciously.

"Of course I know she's gone, but can I know where she is now?!" At the mention of this, Agnes seemed to be a little angry, and struck him in the ribs with the tip of the umbrella, stabbing him straight in pain, "You took away my sister's bones and didn't tell me where they were, where else can I come if I don't come here?" Who would have thought that you would be here today to give people a funeral. ”

"I'm sorry." Charles's chest was a little congested, but he finally hissed and apologized to her.

"There's nothing to apologize for, she's your mother, you naturally have more power than me to have her, I just hope you can bury her well." Agnes didn't look very angry, but turned to look at the tombstone, "I don't need to hold her hand all the time now, it's time to separate......

From her words, Charles finally understood a somewhat cruel truth.

"So...... So you've got what you wanted, put ...... Kill Edgar? ”

"Yes, killed, not at all. I used the same trick I had taught you, pressing the sword down diagonally, and then suddenly stabbing it up into his throat, leaving him wailing for a few minutes before dying—it felt like the most subtle blow of my life. Agnes nodded dryly, then looked at him challenged, "What?" If you want to avenge your father, go ahead and do it, I'll be happy to accompany you......"

"No, I didn't mean that." Charles shook his head.

In fact, he was still somewhat relieved, because a piece of black history had finally been sealed with Agnes' sword.

Then, he was a little curious. "What about you, how do you feel after your revenge?"

"It's a little empty, but it's more joyful." Agnes laughed heartily, "So happy! ”

You're happy, grandpa...... Grandpa doesn't know how sad he must be now......

He, who had just died of his brother and was still in pain, could he really withstand such a blow? Although he usually scolds when he mentions his father, he can't hide that kind of doting and attachment. He was already barely holding on now, and if he learned the news rashly now, I am afraid that something would really happen.

"I'm sorry, Agnes, can you grant me a request?" Charles bowed his head.

"Request?"

"You...... Can you continue to disappear in the near future? Don't show your head? Otherwise my grandfather would have known......" he looked at her pleadingly, "my grandfather...... My grandpa is already devastated, please at least give him a little...... A little bit of recovered airspace......"

"Does it have anything to do with me if he dies or not?" Agnes asked rhetorically. (To be continued......)