[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Anya could tell that the Earl was skeptical of her words.This was normal, because she was a stranger after all, and she was now in the body of his enemy's son.What's more, this kind of thing is a bit too magical, with a bit of fantasy.People often believe that there is a God in the world, but when God really appears in front of them, they often suspect that it is just an illusion.Isn't there a saying "Ye Gong loves dragons"?This attitude applies wherever it is applied.

"You can't explain to me how you came to be in such a body?" asked the count, looking at her a few times.Anya replied calmly: "Maybe I can answer to a certain extent, but it will appear in such a person's body, born in such an environment, and sleep for such a long time. When I wake up, I will see the fate. Beloved stood before me—it was inexplicable indeed."

"Do you call this the favor of fate?" The count's face was gloomy.

"No matter what you think, for us, you have indeed been favored by fate." Anya said indifferently, "If you want to get it, you must first lose it; The principle of equal value exchange is pursued. You lose your freedom, but you gain knowledge; you lose your lover, but you gain wealth; you lose your youth, but there will be more things waiting for you.”

"You say this is an equivalent exchange?"

"Maybe it doesn't seem to you—because for human beings, even for me, emotions, kinship, friendship and love, these spiritual wealth are often much more important than material. But it is undeniable that we It is impossible to make the spirit live independently of the material. Then why not let the material satisfaction increase our spiritual happiness? You may regret your original decision and think that what you lost will never come back; but the truth is with you Say, you will still be satisfied in the end, because one cannot spend one's life in pain."

"Then there must be someone who can pull him out of the mud." The count smiled and said in an exclamation-like tone, "You seem to know a lot about me."

"I never fight unprepared." Anya said in an affirmative tone.

"Well, please accompany me to fight a battle first." The count took a few steps back and walked to a painting.He pressed a mechanism, and a small slit appeared on the edge of the painting, just enough to allow people to see the situation inside.

"Do you know who is in here?"

Anya stood beside him, looking in through the gap.It was a rather elegant and simple living room, and there was a man standing in it, dressed in very rustic clothes, and very old.He had a thin head with snow-white hair and a bushy gray beard.Anya, who had a background in the original book, could easily recognize that this person was Benedetto's so-called father, an actor hired by the Count.

"You can get [-] francs for one play, you are really kind." Anya sighed.Fifty thousand francs!Not to mention putting it in Grandet's house, even if it's in Anya's hands, what a concept it is!

Anya is sure that if Papa Grandet was lucky enough to travel to this world and see those treasures, he would rather lie on those treasures and die again.

"If you become my ally, you will get much more than this." The earl said, bowing, "Next, please help me with a play, and help me get rid of this actor. "

Anya estimated the time and felt that Benedetto would not wake up so easily, so she nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry—you won't see a more suitable candidate than me. What do you hope to achieve? Yes Let me finish it quickly, or delay it? Do I need to make an alliance with him?"

"You don't need to talk to him too much," the earl said succinctly, "you can arrange the rest as you please. Just act a scene of confession."

Anya nodded and walked out.Anyway, with the original book as the background, it is still very easy to send this Mr. "Cavalkanti" away.But if you want to move faster... it seems that you need to use your brain.

"Mr. Major" heard her footsteps and the knock at the door, stood up and looked at her.Anya exclaimed with enthusiasm, just as Benedetto had done: "Ah! my dear papa! Is it really you?"

The old man looked very solemn: "How are you, my dear son?" With a sly look in his eyes, he looked at the young man in front of him.

Anya purposely stood in the backlight, covering the color of her eyes—if Benedetto came back, there would be no doubt that there was still a soul living in his body.With equal solemnity, she said: "How joyous it is to see you again after so many years of painful separation!"

The old man said in a moving tone: "It's true, after so many years of separation."

Anya looked at him and flipped through the lines again - in the original book, Andre used the opportunity of a hug to whisper to the major, but Anya has always hated physical contact with others, not to mention that the old man's cunning is really not very pleasing People like it, so she thought about it, skipped this paragraph, and said, "It's really rare, we are reunited again, will you stay with me next?"

"Well, on that point, I thought, my dear son, you must be so used to living in France by now that you are about to call it your country?"

"As a matter of fact, the thought of leaving Paris makes me very sad. You must miss your country too, don't you?"

"Yes." The old man said, "I can't leave Lucca for a long time, I have to go back to Italy as soon as possible."

Anya thought for a while, and then asked the count for the birth certificates. If Benedetto had any doubts, he could ask the count for help.Although it was only the first time they met, and the earl obviously had doubts about her, Anya was inexplicably full of confidence in him, thinking that he would help her.

Where does that confidence come from...it's so weird.Anya frowned secretly in her heart, but she would never trust anyone, only things in her hands would not have unexpected results.

Seeing Anya's frown, Major Cavalcanti said tentatively, "Are you in good health, my dear son?"

Anya said bluntly: "Oh, I've been fine since I knew you were my father. Be honest, father, how much did you get paid?"

Anya kept her voice low and spoke quickly.The pure Italian gave the old man a sly look: "What are you talking about?"

"Let me explain things clearly. After all, time is limited." Anya glanced at the door intentionally, indicating that she meant that the Earl didn't know when he was going to come in, and she wanted to talk as soon as possible.Major Cavalcanti understood what she meant, but his tone was very unpredictable: "Please explain what you mean!"

"Don't be nervous, there are only two of us here, and we all speak Italian. To be honest, I have guessed it. Do you have a letter in your hand? Did they promise you prosperity, wealth, and old age in the letter?" Worry-free, as long as you come to play a play? Are you curious about who that person is? Let me tell you, that person is my real father." Anya said in a firm tone, and this tone undoubtedly convinced the person in front of her .

The major showed a clear expression: "Then they paid me fifty thousand francs."

"Great, I got that much too."

"Since you are the real son, why did you come here to play with me?"

Anya's tone was gloomy: "For some reason, he can't recognize me now. Of course, he can only create a father for me first. Can you see? How much power does he have? Forging those birth certificates and marriage certificates, in the Hard labor is for Italy!"

The major said in a knowing tone: "But, there must be someone who is deceived, right?"

"What does it matter? All the high society in Paris will be fooled, as long as we can get benefits." Anya showed a sly look on her face.

The major thought, and said, "No, it's not fair. What do I get if I play with you?"

"Fifty thousand francs, and you're going back soon. Don't forget, I'm staying here to the end."

"Well—so—this has nothing to do with us?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I wanted to say. Let's play this play to the end, just do it with your eyes closed." An Ya recited her lines, and silently sighed about the depth of her skills—there are thousands of words written in the original work. The conversation can be solved in a few words here.Although there are spoilers, it can still be rounded back.

"I will certainly play my part well," said Major Cavalcanti.

Anya smiled: "I have no doubt about it, my dear father."

The major stepped forward, intending to give his son a hug.Anya turned around urgently to prevent him from seeing her pupils.In less than a second, the door was opened.Anya went up to meet her and said, "Count, I really appreciate you."

The count said: "Ah, it seems that none of you are disappointed with the arrangement of the god of luck."

"Certainly," said the major, "I could never have been more satisfied and happier than that."

The Count of Monte Cristo said: "Then, we have one more thing to arrange - it's a bit abrupt, but it's just an invitation."