As the light rain gradually subsided, the Oteyi area, located on the outskirts of the capital, was finally able to show the world its newly painted beauty.

The dew sticks to the jade-like leaves and grass along the roadside, reflecting the glow, and the villas scattered throughout the town by the city's dignitaries make it even more picturesque.

In Pingsu, it is very quiet. Today, one of the villas is constantly bustling with people, with horse-drawn carriages driving into the walls of the mansion from time to time. The servants were busy as if they had arrived at a great festival.

This mansion, the villa that the Count of Monte Cristo had recently purchased for himself, was not usually very popular, and the Count had always liked to be quiet and low-key, but today it was different, and in order to thank the Parisian social community for helping him after his arrival in France, he decided to hold a large banquet for the guests he knew.

These guests were either rich or noble, and they were all from prominent families, so you can imagine how much pressure this brought to the servants, and no one dared to relax.

Halfway through this busy day, a carriage bearing the family crest drove into the courtyard of the mansion, and then a young man stepped out of the carriage on the pedals, and then he stood at the door of the carriage and helped a dressed maiden out of the carriage.

Both of them have dazzling blonde hair, the young man is wearing a court attendant uniform, looking handsome and sharp, while the girl is wearing a luxurious long skirt, and her golden hair is also combed into a ponytail on both sides, fluffy and flowing, but although she deliberately wants to dress up like an adult, her fair and immature face still makes people feel a love for the child in her heart.

Even from the point of view of the seasoned butler Bertuccio, the appearance of the Tréville brothers and sisters is extraordinary.

"Mr. Treville, Miss Treville, thank you for coming." When they landed, the butler walked up to them and bowed down respectfully, "Please allow me to take you to rest first." ”

"Good work, sir." Charles nodded to the butler, then made a gesture asking him to lead the way.

Fran nodded silently to the butler, and then timidly followed Charles. At her current age, there is really no need to communicate too much with others, and it is not rude.

"Please follow me." Butler Bertuccio lifted his waist and led the way in front of him, leading the Trevil siblings to the mansion.

"Is the Count at home now?" After walking for a while, as if to pass the time, Charles casually asked the butler in front of him.

"Of course, he's going to entertain so many guests today." The butler replied without looking back.

"So...... How has he been feeling lately? Charles asked again.

"The Count is in a good mood, especially today." The butler replied in a steady tone, "He has always wanted to be able to entertain distinguished guests here in a dignified manner, and he will certainly be happy to have achieved this goal after so long preparations, and we will be proud of it." ”

"Oh? Sounds like you've got a lot of interesting stuff in store? Can you tell me first? Charles asked jokingly.

"Interesting things are only interesting when you don't know, and they are not interesting when you do." The butler refused Charles' request, "Sir, you just have to enjoy the day, I promise you will have a satisfying and novel experience." ”

"Then I'm really looking forward to it." Charles nodded, and then, suddenly, he changed his words, "I visited Father Boussani a while ago. ”

"What?" Butler Bertuccio, who had always been calm and breezy, was finally no longer calm, he stood up quickly, and then turned his head directly and looked at Charles, "You met him?" ”

"yes, I met him and talked to him a bit, lots and lots of topics, including you." Charles replied calmly, observing the other man's reaction without a trace. "I got a lot of lessons from him."

"Really? You're in luck. "Father Bousani is an elder full of wisdom, and it is a blessing that many people have to learn from him, and I am very happy for you, sir. ”

His reaction was true, and Charles immediately made a judgment in his mind.

He deliberately tested the butler in order to find out how deeply involved the butler was in the affairs of the Count of Monte Cristo.

It is a pity that although Bertuccio has the name of a butler, the Count has hidden so much from him that it is almost certain that he is not a core person.

It can be seen that he has great respect for Father Bousani, but this is very normal, it was Father Boussani who rescued him from death row and helped him get to where he is today, which can be said to have changed the trajectory of his life, and anyone will be grateful for it.

It's a pity that the poor butler, who still doesn't know that the Count of Monte Cristo and Father Boussany are one and the same!

However, if you think about it, it is also a good thing for him, sometimes people are happy because of ignorance, and how embarrassing it would be to know that someone has been playing with his fate......

This is a breakthrough that can be exploited, Charles thought to himself.

Of course, it was impossible for the butler to know that the young man had been secretly turning around so many thoughts, and that he had so much to do now, that he had no time to talk to Charles all the time, and after saying a few kind words to the priest, he would not say any more, and would be brought into the reception room of the housestead.

Charles had already been to the villa several times, so Charles had a good idea of the layout and general location of the houses here, but when he came back after two weeks, he was surprised to find that the already lavishly furnished hall seemed to be a little more magnificent, and the Count of Monte Cristo seemed to have made up his mind to turn this mansion, which he intended to live only for a short time, into the best tool for his wealth to show off. Flowers are piled up everywhere in the waiting room, on the stairs and on the mantelpiece, and all kinds of exotic flowers are placed around as the cheapest decorations, and the fragrance of flowers floats in the hall, which is refreshing.

In the large waiting room, there are some small round tables, which seem to be convenient for guests to sit down and chat while waiting, and there are flowers and fruits, as well as heated drinks, and even playing cards. Charles chose a table in the corner and sat down.

Fran, who had been silent, sat down as well, and then she picked up the drink on the table, took a sip of it, and then looked around the hall as if she was preoccupied.

"What, girl? Why are you so unhappy today? As someone who has been with her for more than ten years, Charles can certainly see that his sister is in a bad mood today, especially after coming to the Earl's Mansion, she is even more nervous, so when the two of them are alone again, he can't help but ask.

"Sir, I feel a little gloomy and even a little scared here...... "Fran whispered to her brother with her head slightly shrunk, "Sir, if you can, let's go early." ”

"Why be afraid?" Charles looked at his sister with some puzzlement, "Have you heard of the Count of Monte Cristo before?" ”

"No, of course I haven't heard of him," Fran immediately denied, "I just ...... I just think it's too tense. ”

"Eerie...... Charles frowned, and then glanced around, there was a bright light everywhere, and the golden decoration made it have nothing to do with the gloom.

Did she know anything about the Count of Monte Cristo, which is why she was so nervous? Charles couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

He now knew that his sister was not as ignorant as he thought, but he was still at a loss as to how much Fran knew, and reason told him that he would not get an answer even if he asked, and this fact filled him with curiosity even more.

He found that he didn't know much about his sister's usual social circle, and he didn't even know what she was doing in private.

But even so, he still didn't believe that his sister would do things that were not good for him, the bond between the brother and sister for many years, and the affection he had invested in this child over the years, made him unwilling to believe it at all.

Well, who in the world doesn't have some secrets? She's grown up, and it's time for her to have her own ideas. As soon as he thought of this, Charles stopped the idea of continuing to ask.

"Well, if you wish, take your own leave of the Count after lunch, and I think he will forgive you." Charles agreed to his sister's request, "After all, I didn't think about bringing you here before, but the Count said that since he invited me, it would be better to invite you over as well, so I brought you here......"

"If you don't go, I won't go." Fran abruptly interrupted Charles, "I can't leave you here alone. ”

Her gaze, eager and determined, made Charles not doubt her resolve in the slightest.

Fran's words made Charles hesitate even more.

What the hell does she know? Did she know that she was now at odds with the Count of Monte Cristo? But who told her? Charles asked himself if he didn't have a hint of breath in front of his sister.

He thought about it, but still couldn't get results.

Moreover, he did not believe that the Count dared to do anything to him in broad daylight.

"Silly boy." He suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and then smiled bitterly, "It's just a meal, don't make it look like life and death are parting!" ”

Fran didn't answer, just grabbed the corner of her brother's coat.

The adventure of that day made her extremely sensitive to the name of the Count of Monte Cristo, and then coincidentally, she and her brother were immediately invited to the banquet by the Count, although it was unfounded, but from that time on, she had regarded the Count of Monte Cristo as an extremely dangerous existence.

We'll get through it, looking at her brother's smile, Fran thought to herself.

At that moment, the door to the room opened again, and a couple walked in arm-in-arm, also dressed in fine clothes, and these two people happened to know Charles.

The Attorney General of Villefort and his wife.

As soon as he entered the door and saw Charles, the Prosecutor General of Villefort almost subconsciously shrank his head, obviously Charles did not leave a very good impression on him, but his wife, nodded at him with a generous smile, looking calm and confident.

Charles immediately smiled and greeted them with a gesture.

Although it seemed a bit frivolous for his age to greet his elders like this, now, he had an incomparable psychological advantage over the prosecutor general, so he didn't care about upsetting him.

The Attorney General did not notice Charles's offense, but pale and found a place to sit down.

Immediately afterwards, another couple entered, and Charles still knew him—the great banker, Baron Tangral, and his beautiful lady.

Compared with the dignified prosecutor general, Baron Tangral seemed much more cheerful, greeting people he knew as soon as he entered, even Charles was not spared, but although Charles was smiling on the surface, he was muttering in his heart.

Targeted by the Count of Monte Cristo, the baron's unlucky day is not far off.

As time passed, there were more and more guests, and the originally peaceful hall suddenly became lively, and the guests who knew each other gathered to chat, and everyone had formulaic smiles on their faces.

In a cheerful atmosphere, Charles turned to look at Fran.

"Don't move around here, I've got something to do and I'll be back soon."

"Hmm." Fran nodded obediently as Charles left.

Charles went straight to the smoking room next to the waiting room, which was a place for the gentlemen to relax and entertain, but he certainly didn't want to smoke at this time, he stood by the empty pool table, and then spoke into the air.

"Is there anything you need to call me out, ma'am?"

"Thank you, of course, Master Treville." Behind him, a woman's crisp and tactful voice sounded, "Fortunately, with your mediation, the conflict in our family finally didn't become a big joke in the social world......

Charles turned his head, and the graceful Madame de Villefort was looking at him with a smile.

Madame changed her usual low-key, and today she was wearing a low-cut evening dress, revealing her beautiful collarbones and a large area of skin underneath, and even the furrows on her chest were looming, and the tight skirt outlined her figure even more concave and convex.

And her smiling expression swept away the previous haze, which made people feel a lot more relaxed.

"Madame......" Charles coughed lightly, retracting his gaze that had just stopped in the ravine, "I don't quite understand......

Although he was perfunctory on his lips, he was muttering in his heart, and he couldn't understand the intention of the lady gesturing to ask him to come out just now.

Could it be that Villefort's dog thief is not dead, and after sending his daughter to be rejected, he wants to send his wife to please me, right?

For a moment, such a thought flashed through him.

If that's the case...... Not really...... No, you can't......

Charles swallowed secretly.

Valentina was good, but she was still young, and the glamorous Madame de Villefort was different, she was ripe...... And you don't have to take any responsibility, isn't it ideal?

At this moment, the crisp voice shattered the fantasy of the teenager.

"You don't understand? I don't know how you persuaded my husband that as soon as he came home that day, he told me not to offend Valentina—sir, you have restored peace to our family. ”

Turns out she was complaining to me about this.

It is no wonder that after convincing the Prosecutor General of Villefort, he must have palpitations, and he no longer dared to bully Valentina, who had a backer, and he must have ordered his wife, who had been unable to get along with Valentina, to be kind to his daughter, which must have also made Mrs. feel very angry and uncomfortable.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

"So, the father finally found out about it? I am very pleased, ma'am, and I wish you a happy life through this difficult time......"

Charles's sarcasm and ridicule made the smile on Madame's face slightly unbearable, but she still held back the anger in her heart and looked at Charles indifferently.

"Sir, it seems that you don't care at all what I told you before."

"Yes, I don't care, my mother has passed away for more than ten years, how she lived back then, and what does it have to do with us now? It's all old things, leave it to God, I can't take care of it. Charles shrugged his shoulders and then looked at the other with a sneer, suggesting that her threats were useless, "Besides, the Attorney General of Villefort is also a magnanimous man, and he wouldn't use this old thing to make it difficult for me as a relative, would he?" ”

Madame de Villefort's face was even more ugly, because it was a fact, and the Attorney General of Villefort did not dare to fall out with the Tréville family at all, and she did not know why, so she was even more angry.

"Actually, I don't understand you, if you really like her, you can take her away, why do you have to play this trick and make everyone uneasy?" Madame reluctantly composures, and then speaks again, "Sir, I beg you one last time, and I beg you, in my capacity as Madame de Villefort, to stop interfering in the affairs of our family, and not to provoke Valentina any more—"

At this moment, a sound of footsteps was heard outside the door of the smoking room.

"Okay, that's all I have to say, for God's sake, listen to my heartfelt advice." Madame said no more, and turned to leave.

As for Charles, he didn't care about the other party's threats at all, in his opinion, this woman was now a tiger with teeth extracted, and her biggest reliance, his husband, was no longer able to support her, what else did she need to worry about.

After the lady left, to avoid any strange rumors, Charles did not go out with him, and waited a little, and just as he was about to leave, a thin figure walked in. She wore a small hat on her head, a very ordinary face, a slightly yellowish face, and looked like a maid, with a broom in her hand.

Charles ignored the other party and prepared to leave.

"Another romantic debt, young master?" And at this moment, he heard a banter behind him.

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