Granville's estate

Louis was quite surprised when he heard from the attendants that Callister had sent someone to find Margaret.

"You sent someone to help us find Margaret?" He raised his head and asked the viscount standing beside him, his tone softened a little unconsciously: "Is this true? Are you willing to help us?"

The Viscount snorted and seemed to be very ridiculous at his question.

"Do you think there is any other way besides this?" the Viscount said, probably seeing that Louis' mood had eased, he let go of the hand holding Louis' shoulder: "Every masquerade ball held in the Missal Opera House will Thousands of people flocked to attend, do you really think that just you and your friend can find the person you are looking for here? Anyone who knows a little bit about this masquerade ball would not think that Such a naive idea."

The arrogance and arrogance with which the vicomte said these words was almost the same as when Louis first saw this gentleman in the box of the Vicomtesse de Bourgogne at the Opera Comique when he first came to Paris. The scene reappeared - if the servant hadn't told Louis that he had actually sent someone to find Margaret, Louis would have thought he was just laughing at himself and Alred for their overreaching.

"If that's the case, thank you very much, sir." Louis said, his tone softened even more, although he was still very angry that Callister had sent someone to spy on him, but that didn't stop him because The other party was sincerely grateful for his willingness to lend a helping hand in Margaret's matter—after all, the experience in the lobby on the first floor had made him realize how difficult it is to find a woman who hides herself in such a place, and The chaotic scene in the corridor on the third floor told him very intuitively what bad things might happen if Margaret was allowed to stay in this kind of place.

But in this way, Louis had to worry about another thing: "So, the people you sent know that they are looking for Miss Margaret, will this be spread, and then Affect Miss Margaret's reputation?"

"Women like them, do they have any reputation to worry about?"

Just as merchants who buy and sell flowers will think that the delicate flowers in their hands are just goods with clearly marked prices, when Viscount Calliste de Durand mentioned the wayward girl who caused the chaos tonight, he commented It also hits the nail on the head: "Women who come to the Misard Opera House know in their hearts that they are the prey of men here, and only a very small number of smart women will become hunters—as long as the lady you mentioned is more sensible, She would never come to this kind of place without a man, since she chose to indulge and degenerate, why do you worry about her?"

"Don't be like this, sir." Louis said, he was a little displeased with the Viscount belittled his good friend and beloved like this: "I don't think Miss Margaret may know what's going on in this opera house, she may It's just that I'm not in a good mood, so I want to come here with her friends to relax when I'm unhappy."

"I have never seen anyone who came to such a place to relax." The viscount took a step back and raised his chin arrogantly, "Instead of worrying that my people will reveal her secret, you might as well pray to the lady With enough tact to keep others from discovering her true identity."

"Ah, sir, please don't worry, our husband has already arranged everything." As soon as Viscount de Durand's words fell, his valet smiled and comforted Louis: "Our husband brought all the selected ones. People, they are all very loyal and reliable, and they will never tell anything about Miss Margaret. You just need to rest here and wait for the person sent out to return the good news."

"Kabo," the Viscount frowned unhappily at his valet's interruption, and scolded, "You don't need to talk too much here, get out!"

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir."

Although the valet named Kabo promised, he did not leave the box immediately as Callister said, but walked in and handed the drink on the tray in front of Louis: "Sir, this is for The fig juice you prepared has honey and a small amount of sugar in it—you can taste it first, and if you think it’s too sweet, you can tell me, and I’ll bring you another glass.”

Louis looked at the glass of very beautiful amber juice, then at Callister, and finally picked it up because he couldn't refuse the waiter's gracious greeting.

"Thank you." He said to Kabo, and then took a sip of the juice in the glass. The sweet fig taste immediately filled his taste buds, which greatly appeased his thirst caused by the hours of running around.

"Would you like some snacks? There are candied fruit and small cakes, as well as fresh pears." Carbo asked, and it seemed that as long as Louis said he wanted to eat, he would bring them to Louis immediately.

"No, I don't need those." Louis rejected the attendant's proposal very decisively, and at the same time unconsciously glanced at Callister who was standing aside—he really couldn't imagine himself eating in front of this gentleman. The scene of things, even just thinking about it makes me feel awkward.

"Well, sir, I'm outside if you need me."

After Kabo withdrew, only Louis and Callister were left in the box. Louis was holding the cup of warm fig juice, and he was a little restless—this kind of scene where there were only the two of them was abnormal. Familiar, it reminded him of the rather unpleasant incident in Viscount de Bourgogne's residence not long ago. If there were no people outside the box and the box opposite, and the curtains were drawn, he would never be willing to talk to De Bourgogne. Viscount Durand stays here alone!

"Will the Misard Opera House still provide drinks and snacks for guests?" Louis asked, trying to find a topic that would allow him and the Viscount to talk calmly: "When we just walked up, it seemed that we didn't see There's a candy shop and other shops in the opera house."

"This opera house doesn't provide anything." The Viscount glanced at him, and he could feel his disapproval even through the mask: "However, as long as you have enough money, there is nothing you can't do in this world."

"But there are always some things that can't be obtained no matter how much money you pay, such as firm loyalty and sincere friendship." Louis said, he knew that Callister was in St. Etienne's boarding school because of rumors of family bankruptcy. He has suffered unfair treatment, but he still cannot agree with this concept of money first.

"At least so far, I haven't seen what you said. As for the so-called loyalty, it is often just a choice after weighing the pros and cons." The Viscount said that he didn't seem to want to continue arguing with Louis on this topic. He walked to the window and glanced at the stage on the first floor: "That Mr. Misar is going to take the stage to conduct now, do you want to come and have a look?"

It was only then that Louis noticed that the sound of music that could be heard in the most remote corners of the opera house had stopped, and was replaced by the enthusiastic cheers and whistles from the people participating in the masquerade ball on the first floor. He curiously put the cup Putting it aside, stood up and walked to Callister to look up the stage.

A replacement of the conductors of the orchestra is taking place on the stage. The old conductor who has worked hard for three or four hours is replaced by a very young young man, who is definitely not more than 30 years old in appearance and dressed in A short gray cloak, with a white half-mask on his face like the rest of the masquerade.Mr. Misard, who at such a young age could have put his name on an opera house, was more applauded when he appeared than any actor could ever be, and he stood proudly on the stage The middle waved to the people below, with the air of a king responding to his people.

"Ah! That Mr. Missal, is he so young?" Louis stared at the conductor on the stage in surprise. He originally thought that the one who could bring the whole opera house back to life would be a 40 to 50-year-old conductor. Quite an experienced person, who has no idea that this imaginative genius is so young.

"He's 29 years old, so he's young and promising," Callister said. "This Missal is a very bold young man. Even if there was a ball, they would not dare to persuade those old-fashioned officials."

"Sir, you seem to have forgotten one thing." Hearing what Callister said about the Misar conductor, Louis felt a little dumbfounded: "If I remember correctly, you are only two years older than me. I am 25 years old this year, that is to say, this Misar conductor is older than us!"