[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

As the host, the Count of Monte Cristo said so, Danglars had no choice but to shut up.Most of the people present also realized that the atmosphere was not right.Mr. Danglars' behavior was a bit strange, but the attitude of the Count of Monte Cristo also seemed a bit weird.Could it be that the Count of Monte Cristo deliberately set up a bureau for Danglars?

Danglars recognized Caderousse, but Morcerf did not.He was not that familiar with Caderousse, let alone hadn't seen each other for 20 years.Anya moved her position and stood diagonally across from him to ensure that she could see herself clearly from his angle.

"Thank you, my good sir," said Caderousse, eyeing the Count of Monte Cristo attentively.He felt that this strange master seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.Soon, though, his full attention was on the few people he knew in the house.

"You'll like to hear it as a story, and that may be. But I'll say, I do know some of your lords and ladies. Their names are—"

"Why listen to his nonsense, count," said Vampa suddenly, who hid his face in the shadow.His voice was indeed somewhat similar to that of Benedetto, but it was deliberately lowered to make it difficult to distinguish the authenticity, "I recognize this man. He is a scoundrel, a fugitive, who escaped from a slave ship and came here. .He must have come to slander someone, why not kick him out?"

Caderousse's face suddenly revealed a fierce look."I know you too, Benedetto!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Chateaureno couldn't help saying aloud, "this man said that someone sent him a letter, and here is someone he knows! Mr. Cavalcanti claimed to know him, and this man said He is Benedetto!"

Caderousse heard him, turned and bowed: "The lord calls him Cavalcanti? No, no, he is Benedetto! Benedetto, who was a slave in a ship with me ! I am number 58, he is number 59, I remember it clearly!"

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Madame de Villefort, "the gentleman is a liar, then!"

"Don't be too busy." The Count of Monte Cristo scanned the room for a week, and said, "I don't know how much credibility this man said. Mr. Andrea Cavalcanti was introduced by my friend Lord Weimar. There is reason to believe his identity. What's more, Major Cavalcanti himself did admit his identity (the old soldier, pale with fright, nodded with feigned composure, and took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face). We won't be able to verify the matter of the labor ship for a while."

"I can provide evidence!" Caderousse shouted before the count could say the sentence of imprisonment, "I am not lying when I say I know some of you. Count and Countess of Morcerf You may not recognize who I am, Danglars, don't you already recognize me?!"

Madame Danglars exclaimed, and a blush appeared on her pale face: "Mr. Danglars! Don't tell me you know this person!"

Under the eyes of everyone, Danglars stood there awkwardly, unable to say yes or no.

Caderousse said with a malicious smile: "Ha, ha, you forget things so much. When you are rich, you forget the friends who used to work together. I am Caderousse, and now you all remember Yet?"

Mercedes turned pale and turned away.Caderousse saw her move, and said: "Mercedes! Do you recognize me!"

Anya hadn't looked at the Countess carefully before, but now she turned her head and happened to be facing Anya, and Anya took the opportunity to take a closer look.She is a well-deserved beauty, elegant and soft temperament.Even though her son is 20 years old, her beauty has not lost a bit with the passage of time.Perhaps her face is not younger than before, and years of affluent life and training in etiquette and art are enough to make up for this lack.In addition, she is the earl's first love... With such a rival in love, Haiide is destined to have a bumpy relationship.But just as it was destined in the original fate line, no matter how things turn around, Mercedes can no longer be with the count...

As the only woman who can stay with the earl, Haidee still has a great chance.As long as she is willing to wait patiently enough.And reading the original book, we know that Hai Dai is an extremely intelligent woman.Maybe that cleverness can't be used elsewhere, but it's enough to deal with men only.

There were already whispers in the room, and people looked at them in surprise.Caderousse's identity is indeed very questionable, but how did he know the boudoir name of a noble lady like the Countess?

Vampa, on the other hand, has not spoken out since he spoke just now.Anya met the earl's gaze and knew it in her heart.She was the one who made the finale, and Vampa was the one who finished things off...

The count looked away, glanced at Morcerf, and said, "It's not surprising to know these things. Who sent you here?"

"No one, my lord, no one sent me. As I said, I have a letter," said Caderousse, slipping his hand into his shabby coat.Morcerf took a sharp step back, as if afraid that he would draw a dagger or a gun from his bosom, and what the old tailor did produce was indeed a letter.Although it has been crumpled, it can still be seen that its paper is very elegant.

Now that there was no servant in the room, the Count himself stepped forward to take the paper, and returned to his original position.He unfolded the letter against the light, and a strange signature on the back of the paper attracted Madame Danglars' attention.She covered her mouth and let out a low cry, almost fainting for the second time.

Madame de Villefort supported her in time, and asked with concern: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing."

Mrs. Danglars' reaction was so strong... The guess in Anya's heart was clearly answered. It seemed that she had indeed received some letter beforehand, which made her feel restless when she first stepped into this house. Probe around.

The count looked at the letter, and handed it to Morrel: "Morrel, my friend, may I trouble you to read it for me?

Morel readily took the paper, and read aloud: "You are poor and have just escaped from prison, and you will be wanted for a miserable old age. Do you want to be rich, or at least have a stable life? Set off at once to Ardour, and go to those who are meeting at 28, rue Fontaine, village of Auteuil. Among them are your friends, Danglars, Fernando, and Benedetto."

"Oh!" After reading this, Leno exclaimed again in surprise, "Who is that Fernando?"

... This young man's curiosity is really great.Anya clenched her fists, pretending to be weak and passed out on the ground.Soon someone helped her up and carried her to the next room.A drop of potion was dripped on her lips, and Anya opened her eyes.

The person who took care of her here was Madame de Villefort.This young lady of the aristocracy looked kind and beautiful. Who would have thought that she would murder her stepdaughter and father-in-law?Right now she was staring at Anya dazedly, with a look of amazement on her face.

Anya nodded at her with a weak voice: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said Madame de Villefort.

Anya smiled at her and put back her veil.Madame de Villefort, who did not seem to intend to return to the gloomy room any time soon, said: "You have such a beautiful face, why hide it with a veil?"

"I have people I don't want to face right now." Anya's eyes were bright, her tone was weak but firm, "But when the time comes, I will definitely take revenge with my own hands."

A weak and harmless beauty with a seemingly sad life experience is very easy to arouse pity.A look of pity soon passed over Madame de Villefort's face.She said empathetically, "Is your reaction just now because you met that enemy?"

Anya smiled and shook her head at her, then stood up.Her reaction strengthened Madame Villefort's cognition - she just fainted after hearing the name Fernando.And who would that Fernando be...

After a while, Anya said that she was much better, so they went back to that room again.

As soon as he walked in the door, a mournful roar sounded: "You will get retribution!"