In the afternoon, Charles took a carriage to visit the Duke of Treville's mansion.

Compared with the already shabby Marquis Mansion, the vast Duke of Treville's mansion is indeed worthy of the seven-character mansion of high-end, elegant and high-end style.

There are neatly built gardens, magnificent mansions, servants scattered with pink and tied - just like the old era that had passed away - and came and went with pretentious spirit.

After expressing his purpose, Charles waited for a notice in the concierge.

Although the two brothers' residences are only a few miles apart, Charles has been here in this life for only a few times.

After waiting for a while, the servant with a arrogant look walked over from the mansion. "The Duke refused to meet today."

He actually shook my face and looked at me? Charles was stunned.

"Then you go and tell me again. If the Duke refuses to meet today, my cousin's marriage will be broken tomorrow." Charles stared at the servant maliciously.

The servant was shocked and panic replaced the arrogance he had just now. Without saying anything, he went back to report.

After a while, the servant came back, and this time the expression on his face became much more humble. "The Duke is free to meet now, and is waiting for you in the study. Please come with me, Mr. Treville."

"Wouldn't it be great at the beginning?" Charles gently pulled the servant's tie and smiled.

The servant ignored Charles' malicious joke and turned around to lead the way.

Walking through the trails in the small garden, Charles walked into the mansion.

Along the road paved with Persian brocade carpet, Charles followed his servant to the Duke's study. Along the way, Charles had not forgotten to pay tribute to the portraits of Treville's ancestors on the walls.

The servant knocked on the door lightly in front of the room, and then opened the door and signaled Charles to go in.

After Charles entered, the door was closed.

The study room is exquisitely furnished but not luxurious. Several bookshelf are piled on the edge of the room wall, and the Duke's desk is also arranged in the direction facing the door.

The Duke of Philippe de Treville, the grandfather of Charles, was sitting behind the desk, staring at the visitors standing in front of him with a gloomy gaze.

Philip and his younger brother Victor both resembled and did not resemble—their facial contours were very similar and their hair was also completely white. However, the temperaments shown by the two old men were completely different.

The younger brother Victor has sharp eyes and a hot speech. He has the passion of a soldier in his eyes, which looks like a fire; while his elder brother Philip has a long-lasting eyes, a subtle manner, and a politician demeanor, as cold as ice.

That's right, Duke Treville was highly trusted by King Louis XVIII during the Bourbon Restoration period, and was entrusted with important positions many times, and even served as a foreign minister. However, after the revolution broke out in 1830, and the sidelines replaced the long line and usurped the throne, out of disdain for Louis Philippe, Duke Treville chose to retire from politics and live a semi-seclusion life.

As a stern royalist, and as a Bonaparte Party, it is normal for the two brothers to cut off relations and never interact with each other.

Of course, the semi-seclusion life is by no means saying that the Duke has no influence. During the time of power, the Duke had made friends with many people he liked. These people went further after the political turmoil. Many people held important positions - such as the current Prime Minister Sult. He often expressed his views on national affairs and diplomacy, but some big names listened to these opinions.

Simply put, the Duke of Treville is still an influential country's influential person.

After Charles entered the room, the study fell into silence for a while, the duke stared at his nephew, while Charles smiled.

After a while, the Duke spoke, asking in a tone that was steadily unaware of the emotional color.

“How much do you know?”

It's very good to be straightforward and not go around the corner.

"I probably know a lot, but there are still some questions that I haven't figured out." Shire replied, "For example, how will the Leolan family plan to allocate to you."

"It seems that I have really learned a lot." The Duke said without surprise. "If you want to hear, I can tell you that the hundred thousand belongs to me, and the hundred thousand are given to the managers, and the rest shall be taken by the Earl of Leolang himself."

"Are you so generous?" Shire was a little surprised.

"Now, marrying a duke lady, you have to have at least 500,000 dowry, even 500,000. As a result, I can marry Charlotte without spending a penny to a noble family and earn 100,000, inside and outside. In France today, there is not much business that can earn 600,000 with one sum." The duke's tone was still unchanged, as if he was telling other people's affairs. "Although I am old, I can still figure out the account clearly. If I want more, the Leorange family can go to find others."

Charles raised his eyebrows and expressed his admiration. "It's really good to count this..."

"How much do you want? For your surname is Treville, I can give you at most 50,000 yuan, and you can earn 50,000 yuan in one transaction. There are not many France today."

"What if I wanted to call that poor lady back?" Charles asked.

The Duke's expression finally loosened, and he looked at Charles again. "It turns out that you want to pack one million and seven million with that lady? Then there is no way to buy you."

Charles coughed.

Where did this old guy think of?!

However, I can't help but think about it...

"I'm just for justice, Mr. Duke." Charles looked at the other party with righteousness.

"Oh, yes, justice worth one million.7 million." The Duke nodded.

"This is better than stifling a young and beautiful girl in the monastery for the rest of your life!" Charles replied.

"It was her parents who made this choice, and after her aunt died, she didn't even wait until the next day. The lady didn't know that she was the legal heir to a large amount of property."

"At least you chose to help others and do evil!"

"If I don't do it, someone will definitely do it." The Duke's face was still as deep as water.

"Then at least don't have to dirty a Treville's hand, right?" Charles made a louder voice.

"Compared with 600,000 francs, what's the point of dirtying your hands?" The Duke looked at his nephew disapprovingly, "Just wash it clean in the future."

"Can your conscience be cleaned after it is defiled?!"

"Of course it can be washed clean with money. If you have time, I can tell you a hundred such stories." The Duke's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"If there is no money, at least we can still maintain our dignity, Mr. Treville." Charles looked directly at the Duke.

A look of sarcasm and disgust suddenly appeared on the duke's face, as if he had seen a crappy clown in the circus.

"Dignity? Mr. Treville, do you know what dignity is?"

"I think I know." Charles returned with a look.

"No, I don't think you know." The Duke looked at his nephew coldly. "Let me tell you what dignity is."

"After the incident where the priests were shot together, your great-grandfather found something bad, and quickly planned to let us escape from France - he was very close to the revolutionary party and still had no hope for life. Before he escaped, he asked me to swear to protect my younger brother and leave France alive." The duke narrated in a plain tone as if he was talking about other people's encounters, "That year I was 18 years old, and your grandfather was only 15 years old. We first took a carriage, and the servants ran wildly. After arriving in Lance, the mobs found that we were fleeing nobles, so they fired guns and tried to kill us. The horses and servants died. Your grandfather and I reluctantly hid, and then continued to run east..."

[On September 2, 1792, the revolutionaries executed all 160 Catholic priests who refused to obey the orders of the new government to swore allegiance to the new regime, becoming one of the beginnings of the terrifying era of the Great Revolution.]

The Duke stopped, as if he was recalling something.

"We dare not go to the residential houses, nor do we dare to find a carriage, and we didn't bring much money. We walked eastward, all the way, all the wilderness. We slept in the wilderness along the way, but fortunately it was not very cold at that time..." After a moment, the duke spoke again, his tone was still dull, "Hungry, very hungry, I still remember the feeling of being so hungry that my stomach was tight. Your grandfather had a high fever on the road, and was almost drowsy along the way, and he walked away.

I couldn't walk, almost I ran east with my back - now when I think back, I really should have forgotten my oath to my father! We rely on wild fruits and wild vegetables to survive. Sometimes we are lucky and can steal some fruits and vegetables in the farmland. I always ask your grandfather to eat it first. I don't know how long I ran and how far I ran until one day, I felt that I could no longer run. My belly was so empty that I could stuff straws, and your grandfather's head was so hot that it could catch fire. I thought at that time, we were going to die here..."

Shire felt his throat tight.

"At this moment, God favored us." The Duke suddenly smiled, and this smile made Shir's spine chill. "Do you know what I saw?"

"What..." Shire tried hard to maintain his calmness, but his voice still shook a little.

"I saw a few voles. At that moment, in my eyes, these voles looked better than any beauty. Their faces were like angels, their fur was as beautiful as brocade, and their squeaking sound was better than the songs in the French Opera..."

A burst of vomiting was about to surge into Charles' heart.

"What's wrong, sir? I feel disgusting? This is all your courage?" The Duke glanced at his nephew sarcastically, "Without these angel-like field mice, can you talk about dignity in front of me today? Without me stealing fruits and vegetables from farmland, can you talk about dignity in front of me today? Sir, do you still have to listen to what happened later?"

Shire was silent.

"Since then, I have understood everything, dignity is nothing, and living is more important than anything." The Duke sneered, "The eldest princess said it well, the revolution trampled us into the sludge, and we gave the sludge back to France as a gift."

[The eldest princess refers to Louis XVI's eldest daughter Mary Theresa, who was the only child who survived the Revolution and later married her cousin, Duke Angoulem. During the Bourbon Restoration period, she hated the revolutionary party and vowed to take revenge to the end, and even tried to blow up the French Pantheon.]

Shire was silent for a long time.

"Do you still want to stop me?" the Duke asked calmly.

Charles continued to remain silent until the end, and he still raised his head and looked directly at the Duke.

"Hisser Duke, I admit that without your help, my grandfather might have died long ago, and I would not have come to the world. I also admit that you have suffered a lot of sins because of the revolution, but... I don't think this is an excuse for you to do whatever you want, at least it is not a reason for you to give up." The blue pupils of the Treville family shine with a proud light, "I have promised others that I must bring Miss Leorang back. No one can stop me from fulfilling my promise until the client gives up his commission."

The 20 years of bloody storm caused most of the nobles of that generation to lose concepts such as "honor" and "morality" (although this concept was not something that many people insisted on), but instead kept in mind the creed of swords and blood. This type of "reactionary aristocrat" is the most deadly counter-revolutionary, and they have no other ideas about their enemies except for blood to repay blood.

If you only treat your enemies and enemies, this mentality may make sense, but this mentality will soon be extended to targeting everyone. Selfishness will be covered with the cloak of "forced" and various bad habits will also have banters and excuses.

"Suffering is by no means a reason to do whatever you want, nor is it a tool to rationalize evil deeds. If you feel that you have suffered before and now you can bully irrelevant people at will, I will never agree."

Charles gave a negative answer in a righteous manner.

In fact, he didn't really want to help him when he saw injustice, nor did he think he was a justice partner. If he didn't feel that he could not get in touch with Fran now, he might have changed his mind.

"In this way, are you unwilling to accept my reconciliation conditions?" the Duke asked coldly.

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