I am always ready for the pavilion.
You know, we’re going to fight to the end until one of us dies, the general snapped angrily
It was not until one of us died that Monte Cristo repeated this sentence and nodded gently.
Then let’s do it now. We don’t need witnesses.
Monte Cristo said I don’t think it’s necessary. We have known each other for a long time.
On the contrary, the count said we were very unfamiliar.
Hum, Monte Cristo still said in that inscrutable cold tone, let’s see, aren’t you the little Fernand who deserted before Waterloo? Aren’t you the lieutenant Fernand who served as a French guide in Spain, and these Fernand joined forces to become Lieutenant General de Morcerf, a member of the French noble house?
Oh, the general seems to have been branded by a hot iron and shouted like a madman. Bastard, when you want to kill me, you should count my shame. No, I didn’t say that you don’t know me. I know very well. Evil spirits, you see through the dark past. I don’t know what kind of torch light you used to read every page of my life history, but my shame may be more respectable than your gorgeous coat. No, no, I know that you know me, but I don’t know that you, an adventurer wrapped in gold, silver and jewels, called the Count of Monte Cristo in Paris Italy called Sinbad the sailor in Malta. I don’t know your other name, but among your thousands of names, I want to know your real name now. When we duel, I can call you by that name when I put my sword in your heart.
The count of Monte Cristo’s face turned pale, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a flame that destroyed everything. He ran to a dressing room in his bedroom and put on a vest in less than a minute. He wore a jacket and a sailor hat with his long black hair exposed at the bottom. So he came back, put his hands on his chest and walked angrily to the general with a look of hatred. At first, the general didn’t understand why he suddenly disappeared, but when he saw him again, his legs went limp, and he stepped back until he found a table to support himself.
Count Fernand said that among my thousands of names, I will tell you one that will overwhelm you. You have guessed it now, or put it more accurately. You still remember this name, don’t you? Because I have experienced all kinds of worries and pains, but today I let you see a face that is happy with revenge and has become young. This face must have been dreamed of frequently since you married my fiancee Mercedes.
Zhang Shuang, the general, stared at this terrible appearance with his eyes tilted backwards. Then he leaned back against the wall tightly and slipped to the door. As he stepped back, the door gave a mournful cry, Edmond Dantè s, and went home with a vague voice that didn’t make him stumble to the porch and fell into the arms of his valet.
Fresh air showed weakness in front of the servant, and that sense of shame restored some of his consciousness, but the journey was too short. When he was about to get home, his pain returned. He drove a short distance from home.
There is a cab parked in the front door of that house in the middle of the front yard in such a noble building. This is a rare phenomenon. The count looked at this scene in horror, but he was afraid to ask anyone if it was running to his own room. Two people came up the stairs and he hurriedly hid in a small room to avoid them. It was Mercedes who held her son’s arm and left the courtyard. They passed by the man’s door curtain. The general almost felt the heat when Mercedes’ clothes brushed his body. Albert was here when his son spoke. Say be brave, mom, it’s not our home anymore. The words are getting quieter and the footsteps are getting farther and farther. The general straightened up and grabbed the curtain tightly. The most terrible sob came from the chest of a father who was abandoned by his wife and children at the same time. Soon he heard the iron gate of the carriage closed and the driver shouted. Then the heavy car rolled and shook the windows. He ran to his bedroom to take another look at him. He loved everything in this world, but the carriage continued to move forward. Mercedes or Albert didn’t face the window. Now they are not abandoned to that one. The room sent the last farewell to the abandoned husband’s father. Perhaps it was a forgiving look. When the carriage wheel passed the door, a gun was fired from the room and a faint light smoke came from a shattered window.
Chapter 93 Valentine
We can easily infer that Morrel said that he was going to meet someone. After leaving the Count of Monte Cristo, he walked slowly to Villefort’s house. We said that he walked more than 500 steps in more than half an hour, but he was anxious to leave Monte Cristo just now because he wanted to think alone for a while. He knew very well about himself. Now it was time for Valentine to serve Noirtier’s breakfast, and this filial piety certainly didn’t want to be disturbed. Noirtier-Evarentina allowed him to go twice a week. Now he is altruistic. Valentine is waiting for him. She is almost frantically.
This almost frenzied uneasiness was caused by the incident of Morcerf in the opera house. Everyone knows that Villefort’s family will never doubt that it will lead to a duel. Valentine guessed with her female intuition that Morrel would be a witness in Monte Cristo, but because of the young man’s bravery and his friendship with the count, she was afraid that he would not stand by as a witness. It is easy to imagine that Valentine eagerly asked about the details of the duel. Morrel explained all that to her. When Valentine knew that this incident had such an unexpected conclusion, Morrel saw a pattern in his lover’s eyes.
Now Valentine motioned for Morrel to sit next to her grandfather, and she herself sat on the low stool in front of him. Now let’s talk about our affairs. You know that Grandpa Maximilian had planned to leave this house for some time, and M. de Villefort.
It was Maximilian who said that I remembered the plan and was very much in favor of it.
Well, Valentine said that you are in favor again now, because grandpa has thought of that plan again.
Very well, Maximilian said.
Do you know why grandpa is leaving this room? said Valentine.
Noirtier looked at Valentine to tell her not to talk, but she didn’t notice all this. Her expression, her eyes, her smile and everything changed Morrel.
Oh, no matter what Mr. Noirtier moved to Morrel, I believe it must be very reasonable
Valentina said that his reason is that San Honore Road is very suitable for me.
To tell the truth, Morrel said that, M. Noirtier, or should he have told me that you have been in poor health for two weeks.
It’s not right. It’s true. Valentine said that grandpa has become my personal doctor now. I trust him very much because he knows everything.
Then you are really ill, Morrel asked thoughtfully.
Oh, that’s not a disease. I feel sick all over. I have no appetite. My stomach seems to be churning as if I want to digest something.
Noirtier never missed a word he said to Valentine.
How do you treat this strange disease?
It’s very simple. Valentine said that I take a spoonful of that medicine for my grandfather every morning. When I say a spoonful, I mean when I take a spoonful. Now I have four spoonfuls. Grandpa says that it is a panacea. Valentine smiled, but she was obviously depressed and miserable.
Lost in love, Maximilian looked at her silently. She was very beautiful, but her usual pale face was even paler now. Her eyes were brighter than before, and her hands were as white as pearls. Now they turned yellow like old pewter. Maximilian turned his eyes from Valentine to Noirtier. He looked at his young girl with a very eager look. He also saw this pathological symptom like Morrel. Although it was very mild, it could not escape the eyes of his grandfather’s lover.
But Morrel said, I think this medicine is the one you are taking four spoonfuls of now. Is it for M. Noirtier?
I know it’s very bitter. Valentine said it was so bitter that everything I drank seemed to be bitter. Noirtier looked at his granddaughter doubtfully. Valentine said it was true. Just before I came to you, I drank a glass of sugar water, and I drank half of it because it seemed too bitter.
Noirtier turned pale and signaled that he wanted to talk. Valentine got up to get the dictionary. Noirtier looked at her with obvious eyes.
It was true that blood rushed to the young girl’s head, and her cheeks were red.
Oh, she cried, but she was still happy. It was strange that there was a light. Did the sun shine in my eyes? She was leaning against the window.
Without the sun, Morrel said that Noirtier’s expression was more uncomfortable than Valentine’s, and he was more alarmed. He ran towards her.
Valentine smiled. Don’t worry, she said to Noirtier, don’t panic. Maximilian, nothing is over. Listen.
I heard the carriage in the front yard. She knocked at Noirtier’s door and went to the corridor window. Then she turned around in a hurry. She said it was Madame Danglars and her daughter. They came to visit us and said goodbye. I must hurry, because they will send someone here to find me. I won’t say goodbye and stay with grandpa Maximilian. I promise you not to stay with them.