There are nearly 1,000 seats in the downtown theater. The hanging branch chandelier in the performance hall is brilliant. Its magnificent lounge walls and columns are covered with baroque sculptures, hanging lamps and paintings, like a luxurious jewelry box, filled with gold and silver jewels.

Once inside the Opera House, walk up the spectacular grand staircase, which is made even brighter by the golden lights. Paintings are depicted on the ceiling above the grand staircase. The opera house attendees entered the corridors from both sides, which provided a place for listeners to socialize during the intermission, and the designer conceived the grand corridor to resemble a classical castle corridor, with mirrors and glass intertwined to complement the opera appreciation.

Sitting in such an opera house and enjoying the performances will make every guest happy.

Only the Duke of Mill in the box had always looked preoccupied, obviously he was frightened by what Garion said, and his eyes glanced at the largest private room from time to time, although he couldn't see what was going on inside, but he could imagine the people inside whispering everything about him.

This feeling is like the last supper of a condemned prisoner, who knows the ending but is tormented to go through the whole process.

Romeo and Juliet was playing on the stage in the center of the opera house, and it was clear that Flaubert had put a lot of thought into coaxing the princess, although Galian and Verne would not play the role of light bulbs, but chose to enjoy the opera in a private room adjacent to Flaubert.

"Now Viscount Mifa's hands should be nervous and sweaty, he has shocked the people around him enough when he walked beside Princess Mathilde just now, plus my seemingly understated threat, I don't know if he will have a nightmare of beheading on Simmons tonight."

At this time, everyone around him thought that Garion was a count from Paris, and some even guessed that his family was inextricably linked to the Bourbons.

Verne looked at the hard work of the actors on the stage and said to Garion, "Your acting skills have gone to the Paris Opera to be an actor." ”

Galion leaned back on the luxurious sofa and said with a smile, "Yes, France should set up an Oscar to give a little golden man award to the best actors." ”

There was a knock on the door of the box, and Garion whispered a word to enter.

The waiter at the opera house walked in and said politely, "Dear Mr. Galion, Viscount Mifa has left the box and gone to the lounge corridor. ”

"Okay, thank you."

Garion handed a franc to the other man's white glove, and the waiter took the tip and stepped back with great interest.

He turned to Verne beside him and said, "Next is Monsieur Flaubert." ”

Viscount Mifa stood in the hallway, lighting a cigarette to ease his tension.

Just now the servant came back and reported the situation, and yesterday he was indeed obstructed by unknown men because of the arrest of Nana, the daughter of Forish, and they beat each other, and then they did not dare to act rashly against the girl because of the presence of the police.

Viscount Mifa not only runs a casino business, but also a human trafficking business, and originally wanted to sell her daughter to a brothel in the South, but now the matter is all in trouble.

At this time, he saw that Flaubert, the lover of Princess Mathilde, also happened to come out, and the other party walked up to him, greeted him warmly, and said, "Isn't this Viscount Mifa?" ”

Flaubert waved at him and pretended to be concerned, "What's the matter?" Why did your face become so pale? ”

Viscount Mifa's eyes dodged, not daring to look into the other party's eyes, he said casually, "No, it's nothing." ”

The crystal lamp reflected his pale face, and finally he couldn't resist the pressure and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Your Excellency Flaubert, do you know the origin of that Count Garion?" ”

"Oh, Count Garion, I think I see you talking to him."

Flaubert waited for the other to ask the question, and he gave full play to his talent as a writer and began to make up stories casually. He deliberately covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "By the way, Viscount Mifa, I saw that Count Garion's face was not very good just now, and I would like to give you a piece of advice, you can offend Princess Mathilde, but don't offend him." ”

Viscount Mifa instantly became nervous, and he asked in a low voice, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Do you know Monsieur Mérimée, the original author of the opera Carmen?"

Viscount Mifa said excitedly, "Of course I know, he is an academician of France, and he is also a member of the Senate!" ”

Flaubert pretended to be mysterious, "because Monsieur Mérimée offended him on literary matters, and as a result, the newspaper where the article was published was set on fire, and he himself received a threatening letter announcing that he would be executed in the same way." ”

The cigarette between his fingers fell to the smooth marble floor, and Viscount Mifa couldn't care less and asked, "Huh? His Excellency Mérimée is the uncle of Empress Eugenie, how dare he do this? ”

"No, no, no, you're still too naïve, Viscount Mifa. Although the arsonist was eventually caught, he was nothing more than an ardent follower of Count Garion, and the whole thing had nothing to do with him. You think it's the plot of a novel? This is a story that happened in Paris not long ago! ”

Hearing this, Viscount Mifa gasped, he finally understood why Count Garion was so fearless, and he also understood why the other party was disdainful of him at all.

Finally, Flaubert patted him on the shoulder and asked with concern, "By the way, you didn't offend him, did you?" I want you to dispel those thoughts and stay away from this person. The family power behind him is far greater than you think. ”

The fabricated story frightened Viscount Mifa into a daze, and he really began to panic, thinking that he had offended someone who should not be offended.

Viscount Mifa returned to the private room, and when he walked to the corner of the corridor, he was confronted by Garion, who had just come out.

"Your Excellency Galian."

"What does Viscount Mifa do?"

Garion's response was unusually cold.

Viscount Mifa's title was much more humble, and he said cautiously, "The previous incident has been clarified, and it is indeed our mistake, please ask Your Excellency Garion to ignore the past suspicions...... How does Lord Garion want me to compensate for the loss? ”

If he doesn't look down, he probably won't live to see the sun tomorrow.

By this time, it felt almost over, and Garion finally made the request he had been preparing for a long time.

"First, I have a crush on that woman. Viscount Mifa knows what to do, right? ”

"Yes, of course I do."

Although I didn't get the woman in the end, it was much better than ending up with no money and no money.

"The second thing is that my butler has a blue nose and swollen face, and I should recover this loss fee."

Viscount Mifa nodded hurriedly and said, "It should be, it should be." ”

Since you know each other like this, you should extort him five hundred francs and make up for the loss.

Gary thought as he stretched out five fingers and approached Viscount Mifa, "I want to ......"

He was about to speak, when he interjected, "Thank you Count Garion for your magnanimity. ”

"Huh?"

Viscount Mifa breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the other party didn't want to be ruthless, so he said cheerfully, "This means five thousand francs, right?" Yes, I'll have the servant deliver it to your hotel later. ”

"Huh?"

Garion's eyes widened, wait? Five thousand francs? Why did he say five thousand francs as usual as eating and drinking? He lamented that he was still too poor, and completely limited his imagination, and he could not imagine the luxury of a rich man.

"Isn't it enough?"

Viscount Mifa misunderstood Garion's expression, he gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to add another two thousand francs in private, as your butler's personal compensation, what do you think?" ”