[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

The efficiency of the Count of Monte Cristo's men is completely speechless.Bertuccio was a capable man, and in just three or four days, he had refurbished a house, and it could even be said that it was completely reborn.

To be honest, not only the guests admire and are curious about the Count of Monte Cristo, but even Anya herself envies the Count of Monte Cristo for having such a strong personality and gathering such a team... If one day she can have such a Team, then no matter what world you go to, what kind of things you encounter, why hesitate?

Everyone else had dispersed to visit other places, while the Count of Monte Cristo and Anya stood at the door, waiting for all the guests to go out.When M. de Villefort and Madame Danglars passed him, the count led Anya behind them in a small procession.There was a smile on his pale and handsome face, and if M. de Villefort and Mme. Danglars had realized the meaning of his smile, they would have thought it more dreadful than the room they were about to visit.

Haidee is a Greek, and does not strictly belong to the East on the map.The real east is on the other side of the sea, and the earl has a soft spot for it.They passed through room after room, most of which were decorated in an oriental mood.The precious embroidery and textiles from China are colorful and dazzling, and the masterpieces of ancient painters from various countries are even more dazzling.

Their pace is not fast, but the house is not too big.Anya intentionally gave a hint to Mr. Danglars, asking him and Mrs. Villefort, who was also at the head, to go to the theater that was reserved.When M. de Villefort and Mme. Danglars discovered the direction in which they were going, an invisible fear seized their hearts.They were pale and looked at each other, but they had to follow the people in front after hearing the steps behind them.

They entered the famous room.Anya's face turned pale involuntarily.When their steps were about to enter the room, the count gave her an encouraging look.Anya took a deep breath.They went in together.

The red curtains were drawn tightly, rejecting the cold wind and sunlight.Because of the age, the red color of the curtains has gradually become precipitated, and now it looks like it has been stained with blood.

Other places in the villa have been lit, but it is still dark here.The old furnishings, crimson curtains and dim light made the whole room look very eerie.Even if they don't know what happened here, the guests are already terrified.

"Oh!" exclaimed Madame de Villefort, "how dreadful!"

Madame Danglars managed to say something.Anya, who deliberately stood beside her, heard it clearly: "Yes, it's always been scary..."

Anya raised the corners of her lips slightly, and whispered in Madame Danglars' ear, "Don't you have any memories here, Madame Danglars?"

Madame Danglars looked at Anya with a pale face as if she had suddenly woken up.Anya stood there calmly, as if she hadn't said that sentence just now.

She did have sympathy for Madame Danglars at first, but after entering this room, the sympathy in her heart suddenly disappeared—betraying her friend and secretly giving birth to an illegitimate child in her friend's estate, Is this something to be encouraged?Mr. Negoni left for nine months, but when he came back, he found that his wife had a six-month-old belly, and his rival in love was a prosecutor, which made him die in sorrow and anger... She had previously died because of Danglar It would be naive to feel sympathy for Mrs. Irrell after what happened to her later.It can only be said that she deserved that kind of experience.

After thinking about this point, Anya suddenly realized that she had always set her sights on the scumbags and sympathized with the women who were harmed by them, but some people simply asked for it, why did she sympathize with them so kindly? ?After all, Anya is just a tool.She can see more clearly without personal emotions mixed into the task.

Even if she sympathized with those women, all she could do was to give them a chance to change their fate.How they end up depends on their own efforts, and Anya can't exist for them.She made a wrong choice when Rosamond possessed her that time, and handed over the dominance to the other party... But, it won't happen in the future.

Lesson or something, once is enough.

Several visitors came after them, among them the Countess of Morcerf, the Cavalcanti father and son, and Mr. Debray.After noticing the ugly look on his lover's face, the Secretary of the Minister gave Madame Danglars a caring look.But she didn't smile as usual, instead her face became even uglier.

The Count of Monte Cristo nodded to the people who had just entered, and continued: "Isn't it? Look at that heavy bed, with that gloomy, blood-colored curtain hanging! And those two sheets that have faded from damp. Don't the colored chalk figures, with their pale lips and staring eyes, say 'we see'?"

M. de Villefort's face turned pale, and Madame Danglars could no longer bear such threats and blows, and her body softened, and she fell onto a bench next to her.Anya helped her to sit down.

"Oh!" said Madame de Villefort, smiling, "how bold you are! Perhaps the crime was committed on this stool!"

Madame Danglars rose abruptly.Fortunately, Anya followed the original book and avoided it in time, otherwise she would definitely knock herself down...Knocked down?Anya had a flash of inspiration, and an idea came to her mind.

In addition to Madame Danglars, the prosecutor's face is of course also very bad now.However, because most of people's attention was attracted by Madame Danglars, not two people noticed him-but of course, the Count of Monte Cristo would not fail to notice the expression of his enemy.With an enigmatic smile on his face, he said, "Oh, there's more to it than that."

Mr. Debray and Mr. Danglars asked successively: "What else?"

Danglars followed Vampa, but the "Cavalcanti" was not warm, but frightening, so he did not risk any intimacy.However, the assets of the Cavalcanti family he had heard really made people want to take a risk.I heard that he came to Paris mainly to find a wife?

Danglars' gaze involuntarily set on Heidi.The count probably would not marry his lover to Cavalcanti, even if one of them is said to be a princess and the other is even more of a prince-like background, they look very suitable when standing together now-however, he also has a daughter.It's a blessing.

"You may have seen all kinds of magnificent buildings with amazing structures. But you have never seen this kind of small staircase." The Count of Monte Cristo said, and opened the small door hidden behind the curtain: " Come and have a look, and let me know what you think."

However, just halfway through his movements, his hands froze.He jumped back sharply and shouted, "Housekeeper! Back off, there's a bum here!"

A smile curled up on Anya's lips.The people are finally here, and the good show... will officially begin.But it's a pity that we can't see the classic scene where the earl threatened the prosecutor and the baroness...

It was Caderousse who was mentioned by the count.After hearing the earl's shout, he seemed to want to turn around and run away or fight hard, but the room was full of people and a few familiar faces stopped his movements.Bertuccio and the servants soon arrived, and the house was lit.While the bright light illuminates one part of the room, it also casts a heavier shadow on another part.Anya noticed that Vampa took a step back, into the shadows.

Is he... going to continue to play Benedetto?Anya was thoughtful.

After the lights were turned on, the appearance of the stranger was revealed in front of everyone.They took a step back one after another, and looked at him with contempt and curiosity for inferior people.Because of hard labor and a life of wandering, Caderousse now has dark skin, full beards, bright but fierce eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth for some reason, revealing a row of sharp wolves. teeth.He was ragged and skinny, with a red handkerchief wrapped around his head.

This appearance was ferocious and hateful, but few people present could recognize who he was.Bertuccio didn't recognize him either. This was the owner of the inn he used to avoid when he was a smuggler.Presumably he also did not expect that Caderousse and his adopted son were prisoners on the same chain.

He is apologizing to the earl: "I am very sorry, my lord, this is a mistake in my work."

Of course, the Count of Monte Cristo would not really blame him, because the appearance of Caderousse was his own plan: "It's not your fault, Mr. Bertuccio. Tramps often have skills that we can't imagine. Then , Mister, what are you doing hiding in the corridor of my house? Do you need money?"

Bertuccio cast a watchful and hard look on the vagabond, but Caderousse, with a victorious look on his face, glanced around with a terrible smile on his face: "Excuse me, my lord, if I disturb Here you go. But I'm not here to ask for money."

"What are you here for?" the butler asked.

"I received a letter before." Caderousse's eyes greedily scanned the furnishings and jewelry in the room, "and I just know a few words. It said that some friends of mine are here party, and I happened to be starving, cold, and penniless, so I came over to catch up with them."

The Count of Monte Cristo called in time: "Stop, Bertuccio." Otherwise the steward would have ordered this nonsense thrown out.

After Bertuccio withdrew, others were able to look at Caderousse more clearly.On the contrary, Danglars was one of the first to recognize Caderousse. His face turned pale, and he bluffed: "Why don't people take him out, my lord count? He doesn't look like a good man."

Caderousse's expression became terrible.The Count of Monte Cristo said indifferently: "Don't be impatient, Mr. Danglars. Even if his reason for coming here is very absurd, it is good to listen to it as an interesting story. We just need some entertainment after dinner."

Anya clenched her fists and turned her head to the side, shaking her shoulders restrainedly.Why does she want to laugh so much when she hears this...