Soothed by Charles' gentle words, the frightened Duta Ayru was granted amnesty, and hurriedly agreed to Charles's request, repeatedly promising to complete it on time.

He has been in the business world for so many years, of course, he is not naïve enough to think that Charles will be kind, understand his difficulties and forgive him for his mistakes, but since Charles asked him to raise funds to repay himself as soon as possible, it means that he is still useful to him.

Useful people generally have the value of living.

Driven by his desire to survive, he agreed to all of Charles's demands without hesitation, in exchange for his own safety.

Seeing that Dutaai was so sensible, Charles no longer embarrassed the other party, he comforted the other party a few more words, and then took his leave directly.

After all, he still had no interest in horse racing.

He had more important things to do—he was going back to Paris to meet someone.

Someone who can make his blueprint clearer.

Yes, after careful reconnaissance and meticulous thinking, he has already methodically sketched a blueprint for the next action.

However, the entire blueprint, and a part of the puzzle, needed to be put on at the end, and without it, Charles would have felt a little uneasy.

The name of this piece of the puzzle is Father Bousani.

Indeed, Father Boussani is too important.

It can almost be said that everything has a story about Marseille, and it is he who is the cause.

Edmond Dantès is the root of the whole story, but he unfortunately died young, and if there is no other causal connection, then he will forever lose his traces of himself in the world, reduced to a few lines displayed in the archives.

But Father Boussani made these lines come alive again.

The priest, who first came out of the prison of Château d'Eve and told the world about the death of Edmond Dantès, and then, when he gave a diamond as a gift to an innkeeper, caused a bloody case, and by mistake sent Bertuccio to prison, only to testify that he cleared Mr. Bertuccio and recommended him to the Count of Monte Cristo, and finally he became the Count's butler at the Count's side.

This priest, who had known the Count of Monte Cristo since his early years and had watched him grow up, was said to be familiar with everything about him.

He is an important figure in connecting Edmond Dantès thirty years ago and the Count of Monte Cristo thirty years later, and is perhaps at the heart of all stories.

He knew so much and had so many things involved, but he was like a ghost himself, usually out of sight until he needed to. Like the "Great Adventurer Lord Wilmo", Father Boussani is a mysterious figure, who has always been secretive, and has wandered the world with no end in sight, and it is difficult to meet him.

Fortunately, he had good luck this time, and Father Boussany had recently been wandering around the world, coming to France, and living in Paris, giving him the opportunity to visit – just like Lord Wilmo.

When Charles visited Lord Wilmo before, he got a very shocking gain - the Count of Monte Cristo and Lord Wilmore were actually one person, and the identity of Lord Wilmo was fictitious.

He didn't know what he would get from Father Bushani this time, but his heart was full of suspicions, ready to face any situation.

Fr. Bushani rented a house in a private courtyard on rue de Ferro. Charles got off at the corner of the street in his carriage, then walked to a dark green door and knocked softly.

When he arrived, it was getting late, the shadow of the sun was about to sink below the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the corners of the city, dyeing it first golden yellow, then dark red, and the courtyard behind the door looked a little eerie in the faint light.

The door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed as a servant showed his face and looked at Charles.

"I'm here by appointment to visit Charles de Treville," Charles handed his business card to the other and nodded amicably to him. "Is the priest at home now?"

Perhaps it was the master's admonition, or perhaps the surname Tréville was intimidating, and the servant's attitude immediately changed from the initial coldness to courtesy, and he carefully took the card, and then looked at the young man again, as if he was amazed at the visitor's youth.

"The priest is at home now, come with me." He quickly took the business card into his arms and bowed to Charles.

Sharmo silently followed him into the apartment, which was very simple, with only a table, a few chairs, and a walnut cupboard in the living room, and in the living room there were no decorations such as wall decorations, carpets, or clocks, which were common in Paris, but only a few pieces of furniture.

The servant led Charles upstairs to the sitting room, where the priest lived.

It was filled with theological books and scriptures, so the aisles were very narrow, and the Shire had to be careful not to touch anything.

According to the information obtained by Charles, Father Boussani had been immersed in the stacks of books for a month, so that the room was not so much a living room as a study. Next to the study, the other room was the bedroom, all furnished except for a bed without a tent, four hoop chairs, and a nightcap covered with thick yellow velvet cushions, which carried out simplicity to the extreme.

Father Boussani was actually in the middle of the stack, and there was a lamp on the table next to him, and the shade was so large that it concentrated the light on the table, making the rest of the room quite dark, which reminded Charles of the time when he came to Lord Wilmore's quarters.

Charles glanced around, and saw a middle-aged man in a priest's robes sitting peacefully in a chair.

This is an old man with a face full of vicissitudes, his hair is basically white, and his face is full of wrinkles, but fortunately, there is no such decaying death in his eyes, but a shiny light of sophistication.

He wears a turban on his head, which is the kind used by medieval scholars, so it covers his forehead, making it even more difficult for Charles to fully see his appearance.

"Is Your Excellency Father Bousani?" Out of courtesy, Charles asked cautiously.

"Yes, child," replied the priest, then nodded lightly to Charles, "you are the heir of the Trevills, aren't you?" ”

Unlike Lord Wilmo, who deliberately spoke only English, he spoke French, but Charles sounded more struggling, because the old man was slurred, weak, and had a strange Italian accent, so Charles sounded like a spell, and it was only with difficulty that he fully understood what he meant.

"Yes, I am Charles de Treville, and I am very honored to be able to meet you, Father Boussany." Charles walked up to the priest warmly, and bowed to him, "As soon as I heard that a famous philanthropist had come to Paris, I couldn't help but want to come and hear from you. By the way – if you still have the chance, listen to your personal opinion on a few things. ”

Charles was not entirely in vain, in fact the priest was quite famous, he was devoted to charity, and he did many good deeds in several countries, which cost him so much money that many people speculated about where his money came from - but in any case, these good deeds brought him a good name.

"Child, I do good only for the sake of inner peace, not for fame." The priest replied slowly, his cloudy gaze not knowing where to go, "If I have gained any fame because of this, then it will make me a little confused." ”

The priest's answer made Charles suddenly a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to take the topic.

"You don't have to be upset, you should be happy. In our time, there are enough great evils, they get the fame they shouldn't have, and there is too little left for the good people, so the morals are degenerate, and the world is declining. In such an environment, if someone is willing to do good deeds, they should be vigorously promoted, at least to bring some positive influence to the world, lest everyone think that there is no reward for being a good person. After a moment of silence, Charles simply complimented the other party, "So, Father, you should not be upset about the fame you have gained, you should be happy that you have become famous everywhere because people still look up to good people, which means that there is salvation in this world, and you can save the world in His place without having to wait for God to send down the punishment himself......"

"If there is no punishment, there is no point in doing good, good deeds can only make people self-satisfied, but they cannot break through evil, and they can only watch evil deeds spread unscrupulously and harm poor and innocent people." Father Boussani sighed, as if to sigh something, "so I'm just a powerless and useless old man, who can only console himself with empty good deeds. I can't destroy sin, and I can't save the souls that have been destroyed by sin, so I'm really ashamed of the reputation I've gotten. ”

How did the topic come to this place? Charles was a little helpless all of a sudden.

Could it be that people are getting old and their thinking is beginning to get confused?

"Well, let's not discuss this topic, whether your reputation is harmful or beneficial, leave it to God and his old man to judge, we mortals can't solve this problem." Charles smiled wryly, then turned back to the subject, "So, then, honorable priest, could you take a moment to answer a few of my questions?" ”

"As compensation for your presence, I am happy to answer your questions, Mr. Treville." At Charles' efforts, Father Boussani seemed to finally turn his attention back and looked at Charles, "But, on the premise that what you know does not disturb my conscience. I am a priest, please understand. For example, the secrets that people tell in confession must be kept by me by God's judgment, not by the court of men, and I cannot reveal them to anyone because of my professional integrity. ”

"Don't worry, I won't make your conscience feel bad, and the questions I'm going to ask are questions you can easily answer—" Charles quickly explained, looking at him cautiously, "Let's start with Mr. Bertuccio." ”

“…… ...... Beltucho? Hearing the name, Father Boussani blinked, as if wondering who this man really was, but after a moment he finally remembered. Oh...... Are you talking about the poor guy I introduced to Chai Kang? ”

"Yes, that Mr. Bertuccio." Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and finally saved the effort of explaining to him personally, "He is now the butler of the Count of Monte Cristo, and I have to say that I am afraid that it is because of your introduction that he is so lucky to get this position." ”

"Everyone has their own destiny, others don't interfere much, at most I just play the role of a medium, so you exaggerate my role." Father Boussani shook his head.

"I don't see it that way." Sharmon came to his senses, and his voice raised a degree, "Without the guarantee of a respected person like you, I don't think the Count of Monte Cristo would put a person of unknown origin with a criminal record in his most intimate position." ”

At this time, Father Bushani blinked in surprise, as if he did not expect that Charles had actually mastered the secret of Bertuccio's butler.

"If you're referring to the murder, then I'd say he's innocent." Father Boussani replied. "With my help, he was cleared of his undeserved charges, but the long prison life had already cost him so much that I had to take on the rest of the responsibility and give him a place to live. The rest of the matter is beyond my control, and the fact that he was able to secure such an important position in Chai Kang, as you call the Count of Monte Cristo, must have been because of his ability, and not because of my few innocuous recommendations. ”

"He's not just a murder." Charles smiled, "Actually, he's a smuggler with a criminal record and has been in the squad a few times. It is precisely because of this case record that after being involved in a murder case, everyone so easily believes that he is a murderer, after all, in the eyes of the public, criminals are always criminals, right? So—the Count of Monte Cristo should have some scruples, and unless your prestige is at work, he will never take a former criminal as a confidant in any way. Father, I admire you very much for your modesty virtue, but it would be bad to deny your prestige too much. ”

Charles's words made Father Bushani even more nervous, and the old man, who looked like he was about to die, now had a blazing gaze, as if he had encountered a hunter with difficult prey.

"You seem to have deliberately investigated Bertuccio, why?" After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked Charles, "Son, are you going to investigate the Count of Monte Cristo himself?" ”

"Actually, it's not me who does it, it's someone else who does it." Charles shrugged his shoulders. "Father, let me tell you the truth, since the Count of Monte Cristo stepped into the border, there has been a group of people who have focused on him and those around him, and they have even come to question me. The secret services are the vicious dogs of His Majesty the Emperor, and they won't let anyone with anomalies go unpunished, so you don't have to be surprised by that. ”

Charles had been prepared for this questioning, so he came up with the words he had prepared.

Generally speaking, since he is now a "friend" of the Count of Monte Cristo, there is no need for him to investigate the people around the Count of Monte Cristo, and his doing so will definitely arouse suspicion, especially after discovering that Lord Wilmo is the Count of Monte Cristo himself, and his question to Lord Wilmo is tantamount to asking the Count himself, then the Count of Monte Cristo must have secretly known that Charles was interested in his past.

So he needs to make amends, he needs to give himself a reason to look okay.

"Is His Majesty the Emperor investigating the Count of Monte Cristo......" Father Bushani lowered his gaze, as if thinking something.

"Or do you think that I alone will be able to uncover Mr. Bertuccio's past?" Charles immediately followed up, "The fact that he was a smuggler, as told me by the investigators, who asked me many questions about the Count of Monte Cristo, piqued my curiosity – especially after I learned of Monsieur Bertucho's experience." ”

"What is there about Mr. Bertuccio's experience that interests you?" Father Boussani blinked again, and by this time, he had clearly become somewhat guarded, and a cold aura began to fill the dimly lit room, and danger seemed to have arrived.

"Does that need to be said? Of course it's you......" Charles was not afraid in this gloomy setting, "the murder he was involved in was caused by the fact that you gave a diamond worth forty-five thousand francs to an innkeeper, and then the innkeeper was about to sell the diamond and kill the jeweller who had come to trade with a large sum of money, and Monsieur Bertuccio, who complained about the inn at the time, was innocently involved in the murder and was almost executed as a murderer - and finally you showed up to make it clear, Help him rehabilitate Zhaoxue. ”

"You know pretty well." A helpless smile appeared on Father Bushani's old face, "It's too clear. ”

"There's still something I don't understand." "It is a great sentiment to carry a diamond worth forty-five thousand francs with you without the slightest intention of embezzling it, but to pass it directly to the innkeeper, and it is a rare act of kindness, and it proves that you are a saint of noble character—but, priest, such diamonds are not everywhere, and where did you get them?" I'm honestly curious. ”

"If those who interrogated you have already told you these things, they should have told you the origin of the diamonds." Father Bousani's gaze suddenly left Charles' face and drifted into the deep void in the room, "It was given to me by a prisoner in Fort Eve before he died, and it should have been written in the file." ”

Ha, it's finally waiting for you!

The word Château Eve lifted the spirits of the Charles.

He said all this around the bend so that the conversation would finally fall to the hellish place of Château Eve.

To be honest, he didn't care about what Bertuccio cared about, it didn't matter at all, the relationship between Château Eve and Edmond Dantès, and Father Boussani and Marseille, was what Charles wanted to know most.

What the hell happened in the Château d'Eve thirty years ago?

"But it stands to reason that not every prisoner can get their hands on such a diamond, right?" Charles took advantage of the victory, not at all ready to back down, "Which prisoner did you get this diamond from?" What is the name of this prisoner? ”

Silence.

The priest did not answer.

"What's wrong?" After waiting for a moment, Charles couldn't bear it anymore.

"Know this day that the LORD your God is coming before you like a consuming fire, to destroy them and to subdue them before you. Then thou shalt drive them out, as the LORD hath said, and thou shalt destroy them quickly. Suddenly, Father Bushani said slowly.

Charles thought about it, and then remembered that this was a passage from the biblical book of Deuteronomy.

Then, he was a little confused.

Why did he quote such a passage in front of me? What he meant by quoting this.