My dear friend Monte Cristo said that you seem to be telling a story that we all don’t understand. I know that you eavesdropped on the conversation in that room. I know that there is a very similar room in that room. A master, a doctor died unexpectedly three times. Well, I didn’t eavesdrop on the secret conversation, but I know as well as you that I don’t feel uneasy about my conscience. No, it’s not my business. You said that an extinct day seems to have destroyed that room. Well, who said that you assumed that it was not the truth. Don’t pay attention to those things that happened. It’s not
Morrel hit a shivering count with a certain sadness, solemnity and horror in his tone, and he went on to say that his tone suddenly changed. It is hard to believe that this is the same person talking and who said it would come again?
It has come again, cried Earl Morrel. This is why I came to see you.
Well, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to inform the prosecutor of the news?
Monte Cristo said these last words were meaningful. Morrel got up and shouted, You know who I mean, don’t you, count?
I know them very well, my good friend, and I can give you the names of those people to assure you that I know that one night you walked into M. de Villefort’s garden, and according to your account, I guess it was on the night when Madame Saint-Milan died. You heard M. de Villefort and M. Avrigny talking about the death of M. de Saint-Milan’s marquise. Mr. Avrigny said that he believed that both of them died of poisoning, and you, a reputation-conscious person, have been asking day and night whether we should reveal or conceal this secret. It’s not in the Middle Ages, my dear friend. Now there are no religious secret courts or conscience judges. What do you have to do with those people? Stern spanlasssjj Stern said, conscience, what do you have to do with me? My dear fake conscience is asleep, let it go on sleeping. If it is awake, let it wake up for a while. Emperor loves to live quietly. He doesn’t want to disturb your life.
Morrel had a terrible look of pain on his face. He grabbed Monte Cristo’s hand, but now it came again.
Scared the count that he was very surprised by Morrel’s firm attitude. He didn’t know what this was. He looked at him more eagerly and asked him to come back. It was an Atlas family, span, who was punished by heaven and killed each other in Greek mythology. The family emperor had condemned them. They had to bear their punishment. They all made things like children’s cards and fell one by one with a gentle blow, that is, they were more than 200. Three months ago, it was Mr. Saint-Milan. Two months ago, it was Madame Saint-Milan. Not long ago, Barros. Today
Did you know that Morrel shouted that Monte Cristo had fallen into extreme terror? You knew everything but said nothing.
What does this have to do with me? Monte Cristo shrugged and replied, Do I know those people? I will lose this to save that. Well, because I have no preference for killing everyone.
But Morrel cried sadly, I love her.
Who do you love? cried Monte Cristo. Jump up and grab Morrel’s hands and lift them to the sky.
I love her desperately. I love her madly. I would give my life to shed a tear for her. I love Valentine Villefort, the man they are trying to kill now. Do you understand me? I love her and ask the emperor for me how I can save her.
Monte Cristo sends a cry of misfortune to those who can only imagine hearing a wounded lion roar. He shouts that it’s his turn to rub his hands. You love Valentine and love the daughter of that damn family. Morrel has never seen such a look on his face. He has never seen such a terrible look, that is, he has never experienced such horror on the battlefield in Arria at night when bullets were woven around him. They stepped back in horror.
After Monte Cristo’s excitement, his eyes flashed for a moment, like a flash of his heart, and for a moment he had restrained himself so hard that his violently undulating chest subsided, like the stormy waves were illuminated by the sunshine after the dark clouds passed. This silent struggle lasted for about twenty seconds, and then the count raised his pale face and looked.
He said that my dear friend Di is punishing the most careless lovers for ignoring the horrible scene in front of them now. I watched the tragedy with cold eyes. I was secretly protecting money, and it was easy to keep secrets. I laughed at people’s crimes like a bad drama day. I was also bitten by the red snake that I watched it move and now it is biting my heart.
Morrel groaned.
Come on, count, continue to say that you don’t take the courage of a man to be strong. Don’t lose hope because I’m here, but I can try your best.
Morrel shook his head sadly.
I told you not to give up hope that you know what I mean. Monte Cristo said to remember that I never lie or be cheated. It’s eleven o’clock. Maximilian thanked the emperor for letting you come at noon instead of in the evening or morning. Listen, Morrel, it’s noon. Valentine is not dead now, and she won’t be dead now.
How come? cried Morrel. She was dying when I left.
Monte Cristo held his head in his hands. What was going on in that brain full of secrets? What did the God of Light or Dark say to the mind that was intractable and generous at the same time? The emperor knew.
Monte Cristo looked up again. This time, his face was as calm as a child who had just woken up. Maximilian said, Go home. I order you not to move or take measures. Don’t let your face show any sorrow. I will give you the news. Go ahead.
Oh, count, your calm attitude scares me. Do you have the ability to come back to life? Are you a superman? Are you a heaven? Are you an emperor? The young man who never trembled in the face of danger looked at Milan, Dhammasri with a loving and melancholy smile in Monte Cristo and felt tears filling his eyes.
I can do many things for you, replied my friend the count. Go ahead and think for a while alone.
Monte Cristo has a special control over everything around him. Morrel doesn’t want to say anything more. He shook the count’s hand tightly and left. He waited for Baptistine at the door for a while. He came running from Medenon Road.
Villefort d ‘Avrigny had come home by this time. When they got home, Valentine was not awake. The doctor examined the weak patient very carefully. Villefort watched his face and lips closely for examination. Noirtier’s face was paler than that of Valentine. He was also eagerly waiting for bevil’s decision. Finally, Avrigny slowly said these words, and she was still alive.
I am surprised that the doctor said, I repeat, she is still alive.
Is she saved? Her father asked.
As long as she is still alive.