[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks
Chapter 111
The power of being in love is amazing.Maximilian Morel completed everything with astonishing speed under the anticipation that he would live and fly with his beloved girl soon.From when Coronna found him to talk to him, to when he arranged all domestic and foreign affairs, and even secretly prepared for the life of his sister and brother-in-law after he left, everything was completed in three weeks.
At the same time, Corona did not relax her pursuit of Edmond Dantès' unjust case.She always had an intuition that she didn't know where it came from, thinking that all the terrible things that happened in Villefort's house were inseparable from the count.Although she herself did not believe that the earl would be such a ruthless murderer from an emotional point of view, she also clearly remembered that the earl was a master of medicine, and the medicine he prepared was famous. , and in several private conversations he boasted of the effects of the poison.Coronne learned from Albert that Madame de Villefort had been present during one of these conversations.
Naturally, it is too arbitrary to conclude that he is the person who provided the poison behind the scenes based on this connection alone.Corona racked her brains and finally found a breakthrough in this old unjust case - Morel mentioned to her that the reason why Edmond Dantès was imprisoned for treason back then was probably because he He delivered a letter for someone, and that letter was handed to him by Marshal Bertrand on Elba Island.
The letter that imprisoned Edmond is certainly no longer there, but Marshal Bertrand is still alive today, and what is more important, so are many of the attendants who served him and Napoleon in those days.Coronne searched almost all over Paris, and finally got in touch with a servant who had served on the island of Elba. Down and out, living in a dilapidated house in a slum, with no children, the only joy in life is chatting with the two children of the worker's house next door. He almost regards the two children as his grandchildren.The older little girl is eight years old and is studying in a literacy class.One night she came quietly and asked Corona: "Miss Evermond, I heard Miss Anne say that you are looking for someone who stayed on the island of Elba?"
That's how Corona accidentally learned of the servant's whereabouts.She hesitated again and again, and still entrusted the little girl to inquire about the news, and repeatedly assured her that she would never do anything against the old man, and she just wanted to know the truth about her friend's imprisonment.So, one day when the old servant was talking about the glory of Emperor Napoleon again, the little girl asked him: "Are there any ships passing by on Elba Island?"
"There are a few. There's a town there, and there's a port by the sea. Many ships will deliver things there."
"Then, will they also come to pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor?"
The old man's face darkened. "Not many. A group of guys who play with the wind! Seeing His Majesty in trouble, they are afraid that they will be implicated. Hmph, there were very few people who dared to show their loyalty at that time."
The little girl feigned suspicion. "How come there aren't many? Miss Evermond told us yesterday that an old friend of hers visited His Majesty the Emperor! She never lies."
"Oh, who is she talking about?"
The little girl pretended not to remember: "I'll ask."
The next day she told the old servant: "Miss Evermond said the man's name was Edmond Dantès. Is there such a man?"
"Yes! I remember this person. I remember everyone who visited His Majesty the Emperor. His Majesty chose me back then because of my good memory." As usual, the old man boasted about the past for a long time before finally turning back to topic. "It was a young man who delivered letters for others. I still remember that His Majesty the Emperor and the marshal praised him, and the marshal asked him to help deliver a letter. Unfortunately, I didn't hear anything about him later. "
"Send him to deliver? Does he know the recipient?"
"The address is written on the envelope. Monsieur Noirtier, how could people who were loyal to the emperor not know him at that time?"
When the child was parroting this passage to her in the school office, Corona felt a chill run up her spine in midsummer. "Monsieur Noirtier?" she demanded incredulously, "do you remember correctly?"
"Nu-wa-t-e-e, I want him to teach me to spell," said the little girl.
Indeed.Noirtier, Villefort's father, Napoleon's party.Coronna tried her best to control her expression and gave her a sad smile. "Thank you. After all these years, I finally know why my friend went to prison."
"Can I tell that grandpa about it?"
"There is nothing that can't be said. But, you think, at such an age, it would be hard for him to suddenly know that his beloved emperor had caused a young man to die miserably in prison? I think, It will make him sad."
"It makes sense." The little girl was persuaded by her.Corona took a few gold coins, gave her half, and asked her to pass the other half to the old servant of Napoleon as a thank you.She sent the child away, and then paced back and forth in the room.
I see.Back then, Edmond Dantès sent a letter to Noirtier for Marshal Bertrand, and most of the letter was about Napoleon, who was imprisoned on the island, planning a counterattack.Edmund was denounced by an unknown enemy before he could deliver the letter, and the letter fell into the hands of Judge Villefort who was in charge of trying him.Villefort found out that the recipient of the letter was his father, who must have destroyed the evidence and blamed Edmond.Poor Morrell and his son pleaded with Judge Villefort many times, but they didn't know that this judge was one of Edmond's framers!
But Edmond Dantès himself must have known about it.So--
The office door was suddenly pushed open.Korona turned around in surprise, and subconsciously stretched her hand into the hidden pocket of her skirt to pull out the gun she was carrying.But it was Combeferre who broke in, panting and flushed—his own lung was wounded when he was wounded on the barricade, and he was usually very careful, and Coronne had never seen him run after that. In such a hurry. "What's wrong?" she asked, a wave of fear already rising in her heart.
"Avrigni—was called to—the Villeforts'," said Combeferre, gasping for breath, clutching his chest; "the patient is—Valentine—"
"What?!" Corona was startled. She rushed to the door and grabbed Combeferre's arm. "Valentina? What's wrong with her?"
"Yes—as before—the same—" Combeferre answered, panting, "poisoned—"
"Has she been poisoned? What has become of her? But M. Noirtier obviously..."
Her sentence was interrupted and she coughed violently.The drastic emotional change affected the old injury, she coughed so much that she bent over, and had to hold on to the office chair next to her, her upper body almost lying on the back of the chair.Combeferre went round to her hastily, took out some phials of glass, and handed her the vials containing the brown liquid.
Combeferre had specialized in tuberculosis for several years, since both himself and Corona had suffered lung injuries.This is a potion he made himself. Although it does not help to get rid of the root cause of the disease, it is very effective in relieving coughs in an emergency.Corona drank the potion in the bottle and coughed for a while before slowly recovering. "How is Valentine?" she asked anxiously between coughs.
Combeferre smiled bitterly: "I don't know. I was staying with Avrini at the time, M. de Villefort rushed in and called him away, and I came to you. I didn't think carefully. I should have finished asking. More details to come."
"No, no—thank you for coming." Corona coughed intermittently and waved her hands and said, "I didn't think too carefully, I thought the other party should attack Mr. Noirtier first, but I didn't expect that One shot failed, and the murderer actually jumped over him and went to deal with Valentine——I should have prepared earlier—"
"This is not your responsibility. Besides, what else can you do to prepare? You have tried your best to do what you have to do, and the speed can no longer be faster. The murderer is hiding among Valentine's family, and the distance from her You're closer, that's irreparable."
"No, I can't say I've tried my best." Unexpectedly, Coronna shook her head, "I'm still one step away from doing my best, but perhaps it's the most critical point."
The worst of the cough was over.She leaned on the chair, tried her best to calm down, and began to think: "Mr. Noirtier is cultivating Valentine's drug resistance. I hope that she will survive in time. Maximilian is still abroad. Julie... ...No, you can't count on her. Neither can Cassian. I can't visit at this time. Time for the walls. Combeferre, where are you, Combeferre, you said you were with Dr. Avrini?"
"At his home. I borrowed a book on botany from him before, and returned it today, and chatted with him about the progress of plant medicine in recent years."
"Then can you go back now? Just find any reason and ask him about Valentine's situation—it's enough if you can know whether a person is dead or alive."
Gongbefei nodded and agreed without hesitation: "I will think of a way. How should I inform you?"
"I'll go to your house and wait for news."
Combeferre did not return home until it was quite dark. "Valentina is still alive." He said the first thing he said when he entered the door. "Avrini told me——her grandfather cultivated her drug resistance, so she survived."
Corona jumped up from her chair.She sat in the house for so long, and she didn't even take off the thin cloak outside. "Great!" she said, and hurried outside.
"Where are you going?" asked Combeferre.
"Go to the count."
"count?"
Corona looked back at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Combeferre, but I can't explain the connection to you until I have someone's permission someday."
"You've always had your reasons—you've become more mysterious every day these years. But you can at least answer me that it's all about saving Valentine, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you will succeed?"
"It depends on whether my trip can have a good result."
"Good luck, then," said Combeferre sincerely.
The author has something to say: I suddenly found that this 111 chapter took on the plot mission of the FFF regiment (not
Coronna: It's so hateful, I have to cover the vest for the earl after all these things
At the same time, Corona did not relax her pursuit of Edmond Dantès' unjust case.She always had an intuition that she didn't know where it came from, thinking that all the terrible things that happened in Villefort's house were inseparable from the count.Although she herself did not believe that the earl would be such a ruthless murderer from an emotional point of view, she also clearly remembered that the earl was a master of medicine, and the medicine he prepared was famous. , and in several private conversations he boasted of the effects of the poison.Coronne learned from Albert that Madame de Villefort had been present during one of these conversations.
Naturally, it is too arbitrary to conclude that he is the person who provided the poison behind the scenes based on this connection alone.Corona racked her brains and finally found a breakthrough in this old unjust case - Morel mentioned to her that the reason why Edmond Dantès was imprisoned for treason back then was probably because he He delivered a letter for someone, and that letter was handed to him by Marshal Bertrand on Elba Island.
The letter that imprisoned Edmond is certainly no longer there, but Marshal Bertrand is still alive today, and what is more important, so are many of the attendants who served him and Napoleon in those days.Coronne searched almost all over Paris, and finally got in touch with a servant who had served on the island of Elba. Down and out, living in a dilapidated house in a slum, with no children, the only joy in life is chatting with the two children of the worker's house next door. He almost regards the two children as his grandchildren.The older little girl is eight years old and is studying in a literacy class.One night she came quietly and asked Corona: "Miss Evermond, I heard Miss Anne say that you are looking for someone who stayed on the island of Elba?"
That's how Corona accidentally learned of the servant's whereabouts.She hesitated again and again, and still entrusted the little girl to inquire about the news, and repeatedly assured her that she would never do anything against the old man, and she just wanted to know the truth about her friend's imprisonment.So, one day when the old servant was talking about the glory of Emperor Napoleon again, the little girl asked him: "Are there any ships passing by on Elba Island?"
"There are a few. There's a town there, and there's a port by the sea. Many ships will deliver things there."
"Then, will they also come to pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor?"
The old man's face darkened. "Not many. A group of guys who play with the wind! Seeing His Majesty in trouble, they are afraid that they will be implicated. Hmph, there were very few people who dared to show their loyalty at that time."
The little girl feigned suspicion. "How come there aren't many? Miss Evermond told us yesterday that an old friend of hers visited His Majesty the Emperor! She never lies."
"Oh, who is she talking about?"
The little girl pretended not to remember: "I'll ask."
The next day she told the old servant: "Miss Evermond said the man's name was Edmond Dantès. Is there such a man?"
"Yes! I remember this person. I remember everyone who visited His Majesty the Emperor. His Majesty chose me back then because of my good memory." As usual, the old man boasted about the past for a long time before finally turning back to topic. "It was a young man who delivered letters for others. I still remember that His Majesty the Emperor and the marshal praised him, and the marshal asked him to help deliver a letter. Unfortunately, I didn't hear anything about him later. "
"Send him to deliver? Does he know the recipient?"
"The address is written on the envelope. Monsieur Noirtier, how could people who were loyal to the emperor not know him at that time?"
When the child was parroting this passage to her in the school office, Corona felt a chill run up her spine in midsummer. "Monsieur Noirtier?" she demanded incredulously, "do you remember correctly?"
"Nu-wa-t-e-e, I want him to teach me to spell," said the little girl.
Indeed.Noirtier, Villefort's father, Napoleon's party.Coronna tried her best to control her expression and gave her a sad smile. "Thank you. After all these years, I finally know why my friend went to prison."
"Can I tell that grandpa about it?"
"There is nothing that can't be said. But, you think, at such an age, it would be hard for him to suddenly know that his beloved emperor had caused a young man to die miserably in prison? I think, It will make him sad."
"It makes sense." The little girl was persuaded by her.Corona took a few gold coins, gave her half, and asked her to pass the other half to the old servant of Napoleon as a thank you.She sent the child away, and then paced back and forth in the room.
I see.Back then, Edmond Dantès sent a letter to Noirtier for Marshal Bertrand, and most of the letter was about Napoleon, who was imprisoned on the island, planning a counterattack.Edmund was denounced by an unknown enemy before he could deliver the letter, and the letter fell into the hands of Judge Villefort who was in charge of trying him.Villefort found out that the recipient of the letter was his father, who must have destroyed the evidence and blamed Edmond.Poor Morrell and his son pleaded with Judge Villefort many times, but they didn't know that this judge was one of Edmond's framers!
But Edmond Dantès himself must have known about it.So--
The office door was suddenly pushed open.Korona turned around in surprise, and subconsciously stretched her hand into the hidden pocket of her skirt to pull out the gun she was carrying.But it was Combeferre who broke in, panting and flushed—his own lung was wounded when he was wounded on the barricade, and he was usually very careful, and Coronne had never seen him run after that. In such a hurry. "What's wrong?" she asked, a wave of fear already rising in her heart.
"Avrigni—was called to—the Villeforts'," said Combeferre, gasping for breath, clutching his chest; "the patient is—Valentine—"
"What?!" Corona was startled. She rushed to the door and grabbed Combeferre's arm. "Valentina? What's wrong with her?"
"Yes—as before—the same—" Combeferre answered, panting, "poisoned—"
"Has she been poisoned? What has become of her? But M. Noirtier obviously..."
Her sentence was interrupted and she coughed violently.The drastic emotional change affected the old injury, she coughed so much that she bent over, and had to hold on to the office chair next to her, her upper body almost lying on the back of the chair.Combeferre went round to her hastily, took out some phials of glass, and handed her the vials containing the brown liquid.
Combeferre had specialized in tuberculosis for several years, since both himself and Corona had suffered lung injuries.This is a potion he made himself. Although it does not help to get rid of the root cause of the disease, it is very effective in relieving coughs in an emergency.Corona drank the potion in the bottle and coughed for a while before slowly recovering. "How is Valentine?" she asked anxiously between coughs.
Combeferre smiled bitterly: "I don't know. I was staying with Avrini at the time, M. de Villefort rushed in and called him away, and I came to you. I didn't think carefully. I should have finished asking. More details to come."
"No, no—thank you for coming." Corona coughed intermittently and waved her hands and said, "I didn't think too carefully, I thought the other party should attack Mr. Noirtier first, but I didn't expect that One shot failed, and the murderer actually jumped over him and went to deal with Valentine——I should have prepared earlier—"
"This is not your responsibility. Besides, what else can you do to prepare? You have tried your best to do what you have to do, and the speed can no longer be faster. The murderer is hiding among Valentine's family, and the distance from her You're closer, that's irreparable."
"No, I can't say I've tried my best." Unexpectedly, Coronna shook her head, "I'm still one step away from doing my best, but perhaps it's the most critical point."
The worst of the cough was over.She leaned on the chair, tried her best to calm down, and began to think: "Mr. Noirtier is cultivating Valentine's drug resistance. I hope that she will survive in time. Maximilian is still abroad. Julie... ...No, you can't count on her. Neither can Cassian. I can't visit at this time. Time for the walls. Combeferre, where are you, Combeferre, you said you were with Dr. Avrini?"
"At his home. I borrowed a book on botany from him before, and returned it today, and chatted with him about the progress of plant medicine in recent years."
"Then can you go back now? Just find any reason and ask him about Valentine's situation—it's enough if you can know whether a person is dead or alive."
Gongbefei nodded and agreed without hesitation: "I will think of a way. How should I inform you?"
"I'll go to your house and wait for news."
Combeferre did not return home until it was quite dark. "Valentina is still alive." He said the first thing he said when he entered the door. "Avrini told me——her grandfather cultivated her drug resistance, so she survived."
Corona jumped up from her chair.She sat in the house for so long, and she didn't even take off the thin cloak outside. "Great!" she said, and hurried outside.
"Where are you going?" asked Combeferre.
"Go to the count."
"count?"
Corona looked back at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Combeferre, but I can't explain the connection to you until I have someone's permission someday."
"You've always had your reasons—you've become more mysterious every day these years. But you can at least answer me that it's all about saving Valentine, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure you will succeed?"
"It depends on whether my trip can have a good result."
"Good luck, then," said Combeferre sincerely.
The author has something to say: I suddenly found that this 111 chapter took on the plot mission of the FFF regiment (not
Coronna: It's so hateful, I have to cover the vest for the earl after all these things
You'll Also Like
-
I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control
Chapter 752 7 hours ago -
Twenty Years of Cheating in the Royal Ancestral Land: I Am Invincible in the World
Chapter 619 10 hours ago -
The anime has gradually become perverted since the beginning of the game
Chapter 182 10 hours ago -
I have a wizarding world
Chapter 385 10 hours ago -
Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts
Chapter 851 21 hours ago -
Online game: Kill me, you will die
Chapter 82 23 hours ago -
The Mountain of Ice and Fire
Chapter 1051 1 days ago -
Age of Calamity in Swallowed Star
Chapter 488 1 days ago -
The most powerful system in the world of fantasy.
Chapter 4505 1 days ago -
Depressive Screenwriter
Chapter 356 1 days ago