"Thank you hard recently, Charles, eat more."

Marquis Treville, who had finished eating early, suddenly reminded Charles.

"Yeah, thank you." Shire nodded quickly and continued to eat.

After giving this advice, the old Marquis stopped talking, but continued to pick up the newspaper and read it as usual.

It seems like another ordinary day.

However, something unusual is that the movements of the three people are much lighter than usual. It is still the three masters who have not changed, but the atmosphere of the dinner is a bit solemn and solemn than in the past. The air seems to be filled with the depression before the storm comes.

As if he felt the voice of his grandfather and brother, Fran quickly finished eating, then greeted the two of them gently, left the restaurant and walked towards his bedroom.

Only two grandparents and grandchildren are left.

The Marquis of Treville was still looking at the newspaper, allowing his grandson to continue to eat, as if he was very interested in the news in the newspaper.

It was already mid-February, but the weather was no different from before, and it was still so cold. Because of this, the number of people who died of cold and starvation in the newspaper was also slightly higher than in previous years, but at most it only attracted a few sighs from irrelevant people.

When Charles had just finished eating and put the tableware back in, he seemed to have received some signal. The old Marquis, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"The time has been set?"

Although his question was a little stupid, Charles was not surprised at all. He fully understood what he meant.

"Yes, it's already settled." He nodded slightly. Then he deliberately lowered his voice again, "It's February 22."

"That is, just a few days later?" Marquis Treville raised his eyebrows lightly, and then put down the newspaper. "It's a very distinctive day, and it's really easy for people to pay attention."

"I will leave my house for a few days next to make sure everything goes step by step. However, after all that begins, I will also participate in it myself, so I am afraid I will not be able to see you." Charles looked at the old Marquis earnestly, "So... in those chaotic days, please take care of yourself, and Fran..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid. No one in the world can scare old Victor! As long as I'm here, there will be no problem here!" The old man suddenly smiled, as if he was encouraging Shire, then stared at Shire and also reminded him, "My grandson, take good care of him!"

Before, Charles had considered sending his family to the province, but soon denied the idea: the subsequent turmoil was national, and it was even more unreliable to put his family in the province where he was unfamiliar with his place. However, the Marquis and his family were able to ensure safety to some extent.

Because they lived in the Saint-Germain area on the left bank of the Seine, which was a place where nobles and wealthy merchants gathered. The National Self-Defense Army composed of these people may not have any interest in fighting bloody battles for the rule of His Majesty the King. However, they would definitely be happy to ensure the safety of their residential areas.

At least, in the history that Charles knew, the Saint-Germain area did not encounter any unexpected damage during the February Revolution of 1848. Therefore, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, Charles decided to leave his family in Paris.

The Marquis Treville also strongly asked himself to stay in Paris. In his words, he wanted to "see that bastard with his own eyes to get out of here". Since that's the case, then let's fulfill the old man's wish.

It's finally time to decide your destiny.

The old marquis stared at his grandson with all kinds of thoughts.

In the next few days, it is very likely that the Marquis of Treville will decide whether the family will be prosperous or poor, whether it will be upright or with the light, whether it will stand out or be unknown...

"Shar, take care of yourself!" He once again reminded.

Then, before Charles could answer, the Marquis Treville greeted him, let his personal servant come in, and then directly ordered the other party.

"You have to follow the young master well and never let him face life danger. Do you understand?"

After feeling the weight of this order, the old servant nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, sir."

"But, you..." Charles was about to say something, but was interrupted by the Marquis.

"It's okay for me. The few remaining people in our family are enough to ensure the safety here. It's okay! Charles, you have to remember that your safety is the most important thing." The old Marquis had a full determination on his face, "Remember! As long as you're fine, we will never be able to do anything."

Charles' nose suddenly calculated, and he bit his lips tightly to prevent tears from emitting from falling tears in his eyes.

"I see."

"It's good if you understand." The old marquis smiled with relief, and then gave another order that Charles had not expected, "Go and talk to your sister, don't let her worry too much then..."

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After a while, Charles knocked on the door of his sister's bedroom, and the door was quickly opened. Fran looked at his brother with some confusion, who had a serious and excessive expression.

"Fran, I want to talk to you." Charles' voice calmed down as usual, "Can I let me in?"

Fran nodded slightly.

"Of course!"

Then she made way open the door and let Charles walk in.

After pondering for a while, Charles finally spoke.

"Fran, I want to tell you something, don't interrupt, wait until I finish."

Fran nodded.

"Actually... your grandfather and I have always been rebellious from the dynasty..." Charles' voice was light, not because he was worried that the wall would be heard, but he didn't want to scare his sister, "And we will do it in a few days... So, during this period, I have to go out, you..."

However, to his surprise, after hearing these words, his sister was not shocked, no panic, or even hesitated. Her subsequent actions exceeded everything Charles had imagined in advance.

Franda stood up and rushed out quickly.

"Fran! What's wrong?!" Shire reacted for a moment and hurriedly chased him out, but Fran ran so fast that he had just chased out of the door and she had disappeared from the stairs.

What's wrong with her? Is she going to Gaomi? In an instant, some hesitation flashed through Charles' heart.

No, no, absolutely no! Fran would never do this! He immediately denied his thoughts.

Charles hurriedly chased the stairs. Judging from the sound of footsteps, she ran to the attic upstairs.

When Charle caught up with the attic, he finally understood what was going on.

Fran had already walked towards him, holding a gun in his hand - a hunting rifle that Marquis Treville often used when he was young, and usually placed in the attic. God knows why she still remembers that thing there...

This girl, who had never done physical work, was already out of breath because of the weight of the gun and the rapid running just now. She walked in a crooked manner, making people extremely suspicious of falling down immediately. The hunting rifle was held by her hands, and the barrel was downward, and the long barrel had almost dragged to the floor. Her face had an inexplicable satisfaction smile and a blush that rose due to intense exercise.

"Brother, I will accompany you. Don't worry!"

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The girl wearing a black winter skirt with white silk lace, holding a gun, walked towards herself step by step under the moonlight. She had a perfect smile on her face, her slender and fair hands combined with the dark barrel, forming a very visual ornamental (and impactful) composition.

Charles looked at his sister in a daze, and had no time to think about why she was so calm and why she was so excited. He was shocked.

"Even if you hold a gun like this, you will not be able to form combat power!"

After a long time, he finally seemed to be out of reality and shouted.

After a while, he realized that he seemed to have complained about the wrong place, and shouted again, "Put down the gun! Listen to me!"

Fran's face showed an expression of "What are you talking about? It's inexplicable!"

Charles couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hands, and then ordered again.

"Put down the gun!"

Fran finally understood his order, but his face was covered in hesitation.

"But... if this happens, how can I protect you then?"

"I don't need your protection," Charles laughed and cried, so he had to continue to have a stern face. "What I need you to do is stay at home honestly and not go anywhere. Listen to grandpa, do you understand?"

"No!" Fran directly rejected Charle's order, and the barrel also raised a little, "You are going to take a risk, how can I... how can I stay at home!"

"Idiot..." Charles sighed, then walked forward, patted his sister's head, and seized her weapon. Although Fran tried his best to snatch the gun, he was too weak, so he had to watch his brother hatefully and snatch the treasure away.

"How can you...how can you do this!" A few tears flashed in her eyes.

"Listen, if you still think I am my brother, just listen to me and stay at home honestly. This is your biggest help to me. Do you understand?" Charles made up his mind and ignored her tears. "You can't help me or anything. If you stay by my side, I have to take care of you. If you make any mistakes, I will definitely not forgive myself, so... do you understand!"

Under the scolding of his elder brother, Fran's head became lower and lower, but his shoulders were trembling, and he was obviously still sobbing.

In addition to the atmosphere and a bitter smile, Charles couldn't help but feel a little proud. This is my sister, and she planned to follow me to go through life and death without saying a word!

He remembered something again at this moment.

"In my room, there is a pistol in the second drawer on the right side of the desk. Please take it carefully. If something happens, use it to protect yourself..." He whispered and told his sister the location of the revolver that Palton had given him before, and prepared to give it to her in case.

Then, Charles held Fran in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Wait for me to come back!"

He turned around and left.

Suddenly, he felt a sank behind him.

"Brother! Be sure to take care of yourself!" Fran hugged Charles tightly, with a hint of crying in his words. "If... if you have any misfortunes, one day I will ask everyone in the city to be buried with you!"

PS: PS1: I have seriously considered finishing the book with "She unfortunately killed, and then Fran was angry and took Prussian soldiers to batter Paris after XX years"...=.=

PS2: Fran gets the treasure x1 from Charles, guess how many people will die under this treasure...

PS3: Continue to the practice of recommending, subscribing, and rewarding...
Chapter completed!