The sister's cold gaze was unaware of Charles at this time, but on the contrary, he felt extremely good now.

Although he has always been in a place of right and wrong like the court (or to put it bluntly, a place where lust is rampant), Charles has not indulged in attracting bees and butterflies like his peers, after all, his main focus is on how to please His Majesty the Emperor.

In addition, after getting accustomed to the disguises of the ladies and ladies of the court, he had no interest in falling in love with them, preferring to turn them away with a semblance of courtesy.

But, even so, to be honest, as an able-bodied man, sometimes he can't help but think about it.

In the past few years, as he has grown older, and he has also looked quite good, many ladies and ladies have begun to pay their eager attention to him, although he has cautiously refused to tease them intentionally or unintentionally, but the little boy in his heart has begun to wake up.

However, because he didn't have any similar experience before, he didn't know how much charm he had, but after seeing that the first teasing of Teresa went so smoothly, although he was not so tempted, he was more or less proud.

Looks like I'm still quite attractive...... He couldn't help but think with a little pride.

This look of imagination made Andrea Cavalcanti even more frightened, for fear that this noble son would really be obsessed with Teresa and bring endless disasters to himself.

Just as several people were thinking about each other, the music in the hall came to an abrupt halt.

The door to the side hall opened, and the Count of Monte Cristo, dressed in a black coat, strode in.

Although his expression was as calm as usual, his eyes were full of excitement, as if he had seen the hunters whose prey had fallen into a trap.

He walked to the center of the hall, and calmly glanced around at the guests, the Attorney General of Villefort and the Baroness Tangral, all of whom fell into his sight.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he nodded to the guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad that you are here at my banquet—" The Count bowed to the guests present in a rather solemn manner, "to be honest, before I came to France, I used to mutter, doubting whether I could be accepted into the social circles of Paris, after all, I am only an unknown little person, although by chance luck, I have saved a little family business, but compared to the rich and prosperous France, this money is nothing?" ”

Then he paused deliberately, and the guests laughed cooperatively.

"Unexpectedly, I miscalculated. Since I came to Paris, the inhabitants of this great city, who have received me with the utmost warmth, greeted me with affection, congratulated me on my success, laughed for me, dear guests, I assure you that I have been all over the world, but you will never find this warmth anywhere else in the world, and if there is a place where you can pry down the differences of race, class, and identity, and make everyone happy, it must be Paris! If the Tower of Babel could be built anywhere, it would be Paris! ”

"Yes, as long as you have money, everyone here will treat you as a guest!" A celebrity in uniform, wearing a medal, with gray hair took over, "Paris, no race, no blood, as long as you have gold bricks, you will be able to pile up the Tower of Babel!" Let's toast to the gold bricks! ”

"Hahahaha!" All the people present, including the Count of Monte Cristo, were amused by the witty remark and then invariably picked up their glasses. "Cheers to the gold bricks!"

Although this sentence is not praised, in people's hearts, there is a strange pride of "hahaha, we are so depraved".

Yes, that's the year of the Fall.

"Some people may laugh at me and say that I just bought it with gold bricks for respect, but so what? I have money, I spend money, I am the owner of money, and if money can be exchanged for respect and status, then why not? After taking a sip of wine, the Count of Monte Cristo put down his glass and continued, "So, as a thank you for your kind hospitality to me, I would like to give Paris a great gift, a banquet that you will always remember, and I hope I will do it!" I firmly believe I can do it! Cheers! ”

"Cheers!" The guests raised their glasses again, and the atmosphere instantly warmed up.

During the staggered meeting, the servants pushed the food carts into the dining room, and the banquet began.

This oriental-style banquet can only be found in Arabian fairy tales, with Chinese plates and Japanese porcelain plates, piled high with fresh fruits from all over the world, and huge fish in large silver basins; The birds still have their most vivid and dazzling feathers, and all kinds of fine wines are packed in strangely shaped and shiny bottles, which seem to add to the sweetness and purity of the wine.

"Friend, we're eating gold, this guy is really rich." While Charles was eating, he heard someone talking quietly next to him.

Indeed, these ingredients and tableware are already very precious in themselves, and the effort and money spent on collecting them from all over the world will exceed the ingredients themselves, so it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that this meal is eating gold.

Although he knew that the Count of Monte Cristo liked to show off his wealth, and Charles was also mentally prepared for the other party to show off his wealth when he came here, he still couldn't help but be taken aback when he actually met it.

What a crazy person it takes to spend such a penny......

But think about it, can a person who came to Paris in several disguises not be crazy?

I'd like to see what tricks you're trying to play.

Charles sneered as he savored the delicious food, while his eyes wandered around the hall, observing his surroundings.

He couldn't find Charlotte, who seemed to be only a few days old, and was now only responsible for some chores.

And Fran, who was sitting next to her, had a gloomy expression and looked quite in a bad mood.

The blonde girl ate silently, carefully slicing the meat into small pieces and putting it in her mouth, moving softly and chewing slowly, making it seem like it was a performance art rather than a meal, and she also swept her brother next to her with a worried gaze from time to time, making her even more absent-minded.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? Such a preoccupied look? Charles finally noticed his sister's abnormality, so he couldn't help but ask Fran again, "Is it because you're not feeling well?" ”

As he spoke, he touched his sister's forehead. "Hmm...... I didn't have much of a fever......"

Such an intimate gesture in front of the public made Fran's face flush slightly, but she did squint her eyes slightly in enjoyment, and did not make any symbolic struggle.

It stands to reason that the families of the great nobles have always had little affection, and there is no affection between brothers and sisters, but Charr is a little different, after all, their parents left early, and Fran can be said to have grown up under the care of Charles himself, and the bond between the two is much deeper than that of ordinary brothers and sisters - so Charles has no scruples, and touches his head affectionately in public.

"Sir, do you have a sweetheart?" After hesitating for a long time, Fran finally had the courage to ask. "After all, I've heard a lot of people say that there are many young ladies who like you."

"Huh? Who's listening? Charles was a little surprised.

"My classmates, many of you talk about you in private." Fran replied in a whisper, "Matilda, for example, said that some ladies in the palace want you to be their son-in-law—"

"Oh...... It's Matilda who is causing me trouble......" Charles replied meaningfully, then rhetorically, "what do you think?" ”

"I ...... I ......" Fran lowered her head hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to make it clear, "I think it's normal! After all, there are not many young talents like you who have a family background and talents, but you can't find many in the whole of France, and it is all too normal for the ladies to want you to be a son-in-law! It's better that they don't do their best, and want to race their boring daughters to you......"

"Oh! Is it!? Charles was both surprised and delighted by his sister's answer.

After all, being so complimented by his own sister is a personal feeling of accomplishment, right?

"So you have a sweetheart now?" Fran pressed again.

"Not yet." Charles thought for a moment, then replied.

"That's fine...... It seems that you haven't been fooled by those boring people, and I really can't imagine you bringing those women home......" Fran blinked, her golden eyelashes fluttering with it. "A woman with empty skin but empty brain will definitely not bring you happiness!"

Charles's amusement was so amused that she couldn't help but think about teasing her - after all, it was the first time the siblings had talked about similar topics.

"Then who do you think is the most suitable person to be my sweetheart?" He asked softly.

"This ......," Fran thought in embarrassment, as if she hadn't thought about it at all.

"Matilda like that?" Charles asked coldly, "Looks like you like her, if it were her, you would be happy, right?" ”

"No...... No! To Charles' surprise, Fran reacted violently and shook her head abruptly.

Then she herself felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered her head again, "I...... It's not that I hate Matilda, she has a good relationship with me. She is indeed beautiful, has brains, and has a very good personality, but ...... Don't you think she's too boring sometimes? It's not good if people are too calm, if you are with her in the future, then life will be difficult to be romantic, if all kinds of things are organized, how boring it should be! ”

Charles frowned.

He didn't quite agree with Fran, although Matilda was cold and bland in front of most people, and rarely participated in any amusement activities, and looked like an iceberg beauty, but Charles felt that she hid an equally fiery soul under her exterior, and if she fell in love with someone, she must be very enthusiastic.

But there's no need to distinguish this from my sister.,It's essentially just a joke.。

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, Matilda doesn't work, so who is suitable to be a sister-in-law in your mind?" Charles teased his sister again, "Could it be that I can't fall in love with someone else?" ”

"This, as long as ...... As long as you are willing to look slowly, you will always find it...... Maybe it's actually easy to find, but you haven't found it all along? "Anyway, before you get there, I ask you not to be fooled by some vulgar fan, it's terrible, we Treville can't afford to be tainted by your misdeeds, can we?" ”

It's strange how you keep talking about these things.

Charles was even more puzzled, but on the surface he remained silent.

"You have a point...... But you should also believe me, your brother is a man who has seen everything, how can he be so easily charmed? Don't worry, I'm looking ......."

"Maybe no matter how powerful people are, there will be times when they are dazzled—" Fran shook her head, then looked up at her brother, "So can you promise me that in the future, if you find a woman who is not compatible with you, I can remind you and let you expel her......"

In any case, this is too much to ask, isn't this just interference in my private life?

Chardon was a little upset.

"Can you promise me...... Seeing that her brother's face was not good-looking, Flan looked at Charles expectantly with tears in her eyes, "Sir, you won't leave me behind, will you?" ”

Alas. Charles sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, I still can't get angry with my sister.

That's right, the brother and sister have depended on each other since childhood, and they are almost half of their fathers, so her future sister-in-law is also half of her stepmother. If this sister-in-law makes her look wrong, then I am afraid it will be a huge mental blow to her.

So it's normal for her to be nervous.

Maybe that's the root cause of her weird behavior lately.

Thinking of this, and then looking at his sister's crying appearance, Charles couldn't help but feel a sense of love and pity in his heart.

"Silly boy, how could I leave you alone?" He reached out again and wiped Fran's head, stroking the smooth blonde hair, "Okay, it's all up to you, you can be happy." ”

"Really?" Seeing that Charles had promised him, Fran suddenly burst into tears and laughed, and regardless of the many people here, he hugged his brother, "Thank you, sir!" ”

Charles coaxed her sister again, and finally got her sister back to normal.

It's just that he didn't expect that although he was just talking casually, Fran regarded it as a formal authorization, and from now on she felt that she could expel the vulgar fans who didn't like it.

After seeing her brother talking and laughing with the woman who was scratching her head, the girl's heart was already full of a sense of crisis, and she only felt that she had to eliminate these dangers, and not let the glory of the Trever family be damaged.

After finally coaxing his sister, Charles also felt a little tired, so he decided to go out of the living room and go to the hallway to get some air.

And at this time, he ran into the Attorney General of Villefort.

With a mysterious face, the adult came directly to Charles's side, apparently to chase him out.

"Charles, so you like Mademoiselle Matilda de Dilillion? That nerd? He asked in a whisper. Today's young people are really hard to understand. Although that little girl is quite peugeot, she is too unemotional......"

"I don't like it." Charles shook his head, then looked back at the other man, "Plus, she's not a nerd. ”

"So you're really kind of interesting to her?" The prosecutor general smiled mysteriously again, "Yes or not?" ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Charles frowned impatiently.

In the past, he still had some respect for the sanctimonious prosecutor general, but now, since the other party has the handle in his hands, he doesn't bother to deal with the other party.

"If you really want to get close to her, I have something to do here." The prosecutor general did not retreat because of Charles's attitude, but lowered his voice even more, "This girl's parents have a big problem. ”

"What do you mean?" Chardon was interested.

"Her father, Viscount de Dielion, was a complete fool, glamorous in appearance, but in fact he didn't understand anything, and everyone respected him only by looking at his father's face, and now that his father was old and retired, no one could look down on him now, but what about him? I feel pretty good, I swagger around the market all day long, and I think everyone is going to buy him as a court clerk, so I am very bold......" The prosecutor general sneered meanly.

Charles did not contradict him, he had no affection for Matilda's father per se, and besides, what the Attorney General said was a well-known fact, except that the gentleman himself did not know.

"What the hell did he do?" Charles pressed again.

"He, now that he has a lawsuit, he is anxious, but because he has left the relationship, he is not known by the outside world." The chief prosecutor cautiously looked to the side, and after making sure that no one heard, he whispered to Charles, "There is a rich businessman from another province who wants to do a big business, but he doesn't know anyone in the capital, so he needs to get through the relationship, and then he made a package ticket with someone, saying that he will definitely be able to get things done......"

"It didn't work out, and he was hated?" Charles almost understood what was going on.

"Yes, the rich businessman saw that the business could not be done, so he hated him for just collecting money and not doing anything, and then sued him in anger." The Attorney General nodded.

On what grounds did you sue him? You can't sue him for taking bribes, can you? Charles asked rhetorically.

"Well...... "Well," said the Attorney-General, "the rich merchant gave him a jewel, which he gave to his mistress, but it was originally the Austrian royal property...... As you know, Her Majesty's maiden family is Austrian, and you say what he will do if he is exposed? ”

Charles was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Poof...... This rich businessman was guarding against him from the beginning? ”

"yes, but he's to blame for it." The prosecutor shrugged his shoulders, "This matter is in our hands now, I can give you the file at any time, I believe that if it is you Charles, it must be able to come in handy......"

"Thank you." Charles smiled.

But soon, the smile froze again.

Because suddenly something else came to his mind.

The Attorney General of Villefort is tantamount to taking the black materials of the upper echelons to trade privately.

Is this the first time?

Definitely not.

So when he made these transactions before, did he turn his privacy into a commodity to sell?

Thinking of the fact that he had threatened to expose his father before...... It's not impossible.

At the thought of this, his gaze became cold. "Hmph."

"What's wrong, Charles?" The Attorney General of Villefort had no idea that he had photographed the horse's leg, and it was a little strange how Charles's attitude had changed.

"Attorney General Villefort, I accept your affection, but there are some things I have to make clear." Charles looked at the other party solemnly, "If our family's privacy is also attacked because of you, then you will have to bear all the consequences, I am not joking." ”

"Where did you think you went, Charr!" The chief prosecutor was immediately shocked, "Don't worry, no one will sue an imperial marshal, and Your Majesty will not allow others to do this!" ”

"Better not." Charles snorted coldly again, "All the cases related to our family, you can investigate them, and I will take a look!" ”

"Yes, you can." The Attorney General of Villefort nodded approvingly.

At this time the living room began to be noisy again, and it was evident that the Count of Monte Cristo had begun a new activity.

"Let's go back." Charles reached out and patted the prosecutor on the shoulder.