Just as the grandfather and grandson were chatting energetically, the servant brought a letter and handed it to Charles, who just happened to end the small dispute between the two.

However, when he saw the few drops of ink that had inadvertently dripped on the envelope, Charles couldn't help but frown. This is exactly what the Bonapartist usually made on the envelope when they contacted each other.

What's the matter, I actually delivered the letter directly to my home? He was secretly angry in his heart.

There are very few people in the organization who can know the addresses of the homes of Charles and Marquis Treville, and they are all very high-level, and basically they will not easily communicate directly with each other, and even if there is any information that must be told, they will never directly write to each other and send it to each other's homes to reveal it.

Everyone understands the risks of doing so. So what exactly happened that is it worth the risk of doing so?

The grandfather and grandson glanced at each other, and they both looked a little surprised.

But the Marquis was an old man after all, and he gave a look to signal Charles's composure.

Charles took the letter, and waited for the servant to leave before opening the envelope, which had no features other than a few drops of ink and an address.

After reading the contents of the letter, Charles's expression relaxed a lot, and he gently handed the letter to the old marquis.

"You succeeded as expected.

Your efforts will always be remembered by us.

xiexie！

About"

After receiving the letter, the old man read it out slowly.

The letter is so simple that it will be almost completely inexplicable if someone who doesn't have anything to do with it. But those who know the ins and outs will be able to understand it at a glance.

"This is from Monsieur Bonaparte?" The old marquis asked quietly, then went to the fireplace, took a match from the silver matchbox, and slowly lit the fire and burned the letter along with the envelope. "It's coming quickly."

"It should be." Charles nodded, "Mr. Joseph Bonaparte has been keeping an eye on the progress of this matter, but now that it is done......"

"Then what if he wants to send it directly to you? And just today? There was a hint of coldness in the Marquis's tone.

"He probably wanted to congratulate ...... soon," Charles was about to reply, when he suddenly snorted.

No, no, if you want to congratulate, weishenme in this way?

He was both congratulatory and a subtle warning that Joseph Bonaparte was trying to show in such a subtle way that he was still in France, well-informed, and well aware of the situation of Charles and the Marquis de Treville.

In this way, I am afraid, he hoped to show his sincerity and ability to seek further cooperation with the Marquis de Treville's family. ”

This future prince really can't wait...... Charles couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

"Charles, what do you think of this Monsieur Bonaparte?" The Marquis asked in a low voice.

Charles pondered calmly for a moment before answering.

"He has some ability, and his personality is calm, and he is a person who can deal with."

"You mean, you can't be fully entrusted, you can only deal with it?" The Marquis understood what he meant.

"Yes."

"Haode, I see."

Charles also understood that the Marquis would have a strategy in mind for the Trevilles to deal with the prince in the future because of his answer. In his heart, he was faintly moved-this old man's political calculations revolved around him alone.

Emotion is unspoken, and he understands it.

…………………………

"Shire, cheers!"

Charlotte raised her glass again, and urged Charles to drink, her eyes were full of confusion, and her face was even blushing - Charlotte's alcohol consumption was not good, she rarely drank more on weekdays, but today was really special, so she drank a lot. The consequences are also very significant, and she is now in a slightly drunk state.

Yes, Charles is back tonight at the Duke's Palace in Tréville for a feast – Zuihou's celebratory feast.

He raised his glass as well, but his expression was much more calm. "Cheers!"

"I really didn't expect that we would actually get things done......" After drinking again, Charlotte couldn't help but sigh, "Two months ago, he seemed to be invincible, but now it turns out to be ...... But they will leave in disgrace...... hahahaha…… Could he have imagined it at the time? ”

As he spoke, the servant continued to pour wine for the two of them.

The Duke of Treville, on the main seat, was still sipping red wine with a blank face.

"Through the revolution of the mob, stepping on the bones of the soldiers under his command, betraying the revolution and the emperor, he climbed to that position step by step, but in the end he could only change to such a result......" Maybe it was really too much drinking, Charlotte still didn't understand her hatred, and continued to taunt Soul, "Sure enough, God will give each of us a fair judgment......"

"It's just the times that broke him, and we didn't do much." Charles replied calmly.

"In the face of the times, each of us can do very little, and a person is just one person after all." The Duke spoke suddenly, "There were those who were able to adapt to the times and control them with these few actions—Napoleon had done it, and yet he thought that everything he had was predestined by God, and that he thought he was the master of the times...... And then he failed. The Duke took another sip of wine, "and when he said, 'God has given me a crown, and whoever touches it will suffer,' he was already lost, forgetting that if the times could put him on the throne, they could also cast him down." So he did all the crazy things Zuihou. ”

[This sentence was said by Napoleon after he became emperor.] 】

Napoleon's enemies still can't forget to say a few bad things about Napoleon, but he has a point, so Charles doesn't plan to argue about anything.

"At least France and we have a chance to correct the mistakes that the Emperor once committed."

"Really? You guys? The Duke of Treville was still expressionless, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Will France still give you a chance?" ”

"Of course it will, and it's not far off." Charles replied firmly. "Besides, I know that France won't give you another chance."

Now that the goal of cooperation between the two factions has been achieved, there is no need to deal with it any longer, and the tone of the Duke and Charles is a little tougher than before. The two looked at each other directly, apparently wanting to have another polemic.

It seemed that seeing that the situation between the two was not quite right, Charlotte, who was already a little confused, hurriedly played a round, "Today is a rare opportunity, so you don't have to talk about those boring things, okay?" ”

Then she gave Charles a hard look, motioning for him to stop arguing with her grandfather. There was a hint of pleading in his eyes, and there was a little charm.

Charles frowned slightly, but obeyed his cousin's request and retracted his gaze.

However, the duke was still a little reluctant.

"How far have the mobs destroyed France in twenty years, and we have finally rebuilt everything, do you think we can let people do it again? It's naïve......"

It's too much.

"It's a pity that Duke Lozan's demeanor didn't save him from guillotine, did it?" Charles shot back in a mocking tone.

[Born in 1747, the Duke of Lozan was famous for his beauty and grace, and was regarded as the first-class representative of France's "aristocratic elegance" at that time, and was extremely popular among the Versailles court. However, this grace did not save his life, and he failed to flee and was guillotined by the revolutionary government during the terror of 1794. 】

This word made the living room of the Duke's Mansion freeze instantly, and both the Duke and Charlotte turned pale. For the old French aristocracy of this era, there are no words more worthy of being moved and hated.

"Guillotine, haode, guillotine!" The Duke's voice was extremely low, "What a Bonaparte! Don't forget that your surname is Trevier, and your great-grandfather died on the guillotine! ”

"That's a thing of the past, and we can't live forever in the old days. Moreover, the Bonapartists are not fighting for the recurrence of such things, on the contrary, we are for the ......"

"It's all the same!" The Duke interrupted him, "The difference is only one that intends to send us to the guillotine, and the other that intends to send us to the countryside for seclusion, isn't it?" ”

"If we can't even adapt to the times, we are lucky to be able to avoid the guillotine and go to the countryside to live in seclusion! If we have the ability to adapt to the times, we can live well no matter who is in power. Charles sneered, "Do you think that without the Bonaparte, France would have been left as it had been forever?" ”

"I can't keep it as it is......," the Duke laughed again, "and it was this thought that killed the king and queen." ”

"The people were able to judge the king, and that was the progress of the times. Although there are countless souls in this progress, it is still worthy of admiration. ”

"Stupid!" The Duke rebuked in a deep voice.

"Glorious to the extreme!" Charles replied.

"You are the heirs of those king-killers!" The Duke raised his voice, a rare agitation on his face. "Just because Napoleon gave a little favor, and as a result, your grandfather and you sided with each other!"

"So what?" Charles stood up and looked directly at his cousin, "If you are really so loyal to the dynasty and the king, then why didn't you join Prince Condé's army back then, but hid in Düsseldorf to repair shoes?!" ”

With a hint of obvious mockery, Charles asked. The blow made the Duke speechless.

[Refers to Louis-Joseph de Bourbon, the eighth Prince of Condé, who fled France during the Revolution and settled in Worms, Germany.] He recruited a large number of French nobles in exile here, formed the "Army of Condé" and the revolutionary government to carry out guerrilla warfare, and cooperated with Austria and the Russian Empire. The Condé army was finally routed by government forces in 1801, and the Prince of Condé went into exile in England, only to return home after the fall of Napoleon's empire in 1814 and die in 1818. 】

"Charles!" After seeing the fierce quarrel between the two relatives, Charlotte's wine had completely woken up, she hurriedly ran to Charles's side, pulled Charles's sleeve, her face fell on Charles's shoulders, and her voice trembled a little, "Don't quarrel, okay......"

The quarrel finally came to an end.

Charles picked up the glass in front of him, drank it down, and bowed.

"Obviously, now our cooperation is over. Let's go ahead and see who laughs. Good luck to both, zaijian. ”

Then he walked away without looking back.

Looking at Charles's distant back, Charlotte shook her head slightly, and then turned her head to look at the Duke of Treville, with some helplessness and even a little complaint in her eyes.

"Grandpa, what a haode dinner, weishenme is going to break up so unhappily? There are some things that you can not say...... Why make you and Charles so angry...... Hey, grandpa......"

She suddenly found that her grandfather had regained the calm and indifferent look he had just now, as if it was another person who was arguing with his nephew just now.

"It's a need." The Duke of Trevier replied in a tone of indifference.