The so-called British aristocratic Lord Wilmore is just an incarnation of the Count of Monte Cristo.

While it would be hard for many to say this, it is a fact – a fact that Charles himself has confirmed.

Lord Wilmore, though he seemed cold, arrogant, deliberately not speaking French, and was very well disguised, almost like the Count of Monte Cristo, but with some smiles but serious flaws, he finally appeared in front of Charles.

Charles forced him to take a sword test, forcing Lord Wilmo to deal with it with all his might, and then Charles finally found a decisive flaw.

I don't know exactly what the use of this discovery is, but it's definitely a major discovery.

After the competition, both of them were uncontrollably wheezing violently, but Charles was a young man after all, and his strength recovered quickly, and in just a quarter of an hour, he was completely back to normal.

"I hope you will forgive me for my presumptuous challenge, Lord." Charles continued to speak to the Lord in English, trying to avoid flaws, "You are indeed very powerful, worthy of your arrogance. ”

"You are arrogant enough to say this as a winner." Lord Wilmo (Count of Monte Cristo) replied in English with a wry smile. "However, the winner is not to be blamed, and he can satirize the loser as much as he wants."

"I'm really not sarcastic, sir, for you're one of the best swordsmen I've ever met." Charles looked at each other with sincerity, "If it weren't for your poor form, because you were injured in the duel with the Count of Monte Cristo not long ago, it would have been you who would have had the upper hand in the end." ”

"Don't be modest, young man, you're very powerful, very powerful, and considering who you are, it's even more rare. If you want to learn swordsmanship, you must have great perseverance, endure pain, and practice hard work. It is not easy for the young master in a powerful family not to be tempted by the lustful dogs and horses, and to persevere with perseverance and perseverance......" Lord Wilmo looked at Charles in surprise, as if he had met him again, "Are the descendants of the Marshal of France so powerful?" ”

"No, I'm the very good one, and the others aren't that good." Charles smiled slightly, a little complacent for the first time, but this pride quickly flashed, "However, this is not just a matter of willpower, after all, not every sword instructor dares to train and punish their powerful apprentices properly, fortunately, I have such a coach." ”

When he said this, he suddenly recalled the memory of being beaten by Aunt Agnes, and couldn't help but smile again.

"It wasn't easy. Can you introduce this teacher to me? He must be very powerful to teach an apprentice like you. Lord Wilmore was a little fascinated, "Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I just like to get to know all kinds of strange people." ”

"If she were still in France, I would have introduced her to you, but unfortunately she is not here." Charles shrugged, "It was business as usual, but one day she suddenly left me a letter saying that she had something to do and went abroad, and then I couldn't see anyone anymore, and I don't know why, let alone how to find her......"

"She?!" Lord Wilmo's eyes widened, as if in disbelief. "Is it a woman?"

Charles shrugged again.

"What a shame...... It would be nice to see such a strange person! Lord Wilmore let out a heartfelt sigh, obviously not feeling sorry for seeing a female master of swordsmanship with his own eyes.

"I'd like to see her sooner ......," Charles let out a long sigh as well.

In the conversation between the two of them, Lord Wilmo gradually adjusted his breathing, and the middle-aged man's body was still not comparable to that of the young man after all, but he did not reach the limit.

It could be seen that he didn't have anything to talk about with Charles anymore, and his eyes were already hinting that Charles could leave.

But before Charles leaves, there is one more question he wants to probe.

"By the way, sir, I have another thing that suddenly comes to mind, and I want to ask you."

"What?" Lord Wilmore frowned, seeming to be a little impatient.

"Hmm...... I was introduced to a man by the Count of Monte Cristo, in the Count's house, and that was Mr. André Cavalcanti - according to the Count, he was the son of a great Italian nobleman, who had to go into exile because he had been kidnapped since childhood, and was finally discovered by you and introduced to the Count, is that really the case? ”

"That's right, that's right, I introduced him, what's wrong?" Lord Wilmo still looked impatient.

"Since you and the Count of Monte Cristo are enemies, why did you introduce yourself to the past?" Charles pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Also, young Mr. André Cavalcanti, what is your relationship?" ”

Charles's question was so abrupt and scathing that no one would be happy to hear it, let alone someone like Lord Wilmore.

"Yes, I am enemies with the Count, but I don't know anyone in this country, so when it comes to finding a protector for the young man, I can only find him. Although he has a bad personality and is wandering, he is still relatively reliable in this kind of thing, and our personal hatred has nothing to do with this young man. He frowned, interrupting Charles very unceremoniously. As for Andre himself, I don't have any dealings with him, I only met him recently, but I just helped him because I pity his plight, and we won't have any dealings in the future, what he does has nothing to do with me, I don't know who he is, that's all I can give to the answer, are you satisfied? ”

"Okay, I see, I'm sorry, sir." Charles calmly bowed to the other party, and then turned to leave.

Lord Wilmo's outburst of anger surprised him, and it stands to reason that since the Count, in his own incarnation, had painstakingly concocted information to send André Cavalcanti into the social circles of Paris as a nobleman, it was only right that more efforts should be made to build momentum for the young man.

But now, both the Count himself, and his avatar, Lord Wilmo, made a gesture of utter innocence, trying to get rid of any connection with him, as if they had thrown him in.

If he just wants to make a young nobleman popular, it is too unreasonable to do so, and he should always support him and give him a platform to support the scene, so as to maximize the popularity of this Andre Cavalcanti. But what the Earl did was the opposite, secretly giving money to the other party, but on the surface he kept distancing himself from the relationship.

So what was the Count thinking?

It's like ...... It's like a deliberate attempt to see Andrea Cavalcanti make jokes.

But did it take so much effort just to see a joke?

It's hard to believe.

In any case, this André Cavalcanti, who was specially dug up by the Count of Monte Cristo and sent to Paris from the people, is worth a deep study.

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Although the weather is getting warmer, the pace of spring has come to its most beautiful moment.

In the blue sky, inlaid with white and flawless clouds, they have no lines, they are mixed with each other as if they were rendered with only paint, and under the breeze, they are continuous, entangled with each other, and they are heartily singing the splendor of spring.

The Baron Tangral's mansion, which has always been lively, is also full of friends today, and the gardens in the mansion are full of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers spreads everywhere, making the originally luxurious mansion more like a fairyland on earth.

And in the middle of the garden, a beautiful song was wafting around, along with the fragrance of flowers.

“Le temps des Cathédrales……

C'est une histoire qui a pour lieu

Paris la belle en l'an de Dieu

Mil quatre cent quatre-vingt-deux

Histoire d'amour et de désir

Nous les artistes anonyme————s”

In the midst of everyone's attention, Mademoiselle Eugenie de Tangral, dressed in a black dress, squinted her eyes slightly, and then grew the lyrics on it in a very clear voice.

Her singing voice was so crisp and melodious that the pigeons fluttering around her seemed to be intoxicated, and they all stopped by the wall to listen to the beautiful music.

The audience sitting in the garden was even more fascinated, and all eyes were focused on her, their eyes full of wonder and admiration, and even some admiration.

However, unlike usual, the guests who came to the Baron's Court today were not the rich and bankers with fat brains, nor the high-ranking officials and foreign envoys who were arrogant in uniform, but a group of young people.

Yes, too young.

The young Mademoiselle Treville sat beside her brother, admiring Mademoiselle Tangral's unreserved voice, while on the other side of her sat Mademoiselle de Léorent, her good friend and classmate in the studio.

Although her expression was very serious and she listened to the song very seriously, her young and beautiful face still looked childish, and her golden eyelashes kept shaking on her blue pupils, full of innocent loveliness.

"Sir, I'm not wrong, she's really a genius!" Immersed in the singing, she sighed heartily to her brother next to her.

"A genius, indeed." Charles nodded, agreeing that his sister's statement was not an exaggeration, but a real fact.

Today is a special gathering.

After today's birthday, Mademoiselle de Tangral is leaving the studio where she has been studying and entering the adult world, and in honor of this special day, Mademoiselle Tangral has decided to hold a party where she will show off her proud singing voice and leave an indelible respite for her youth.

However, it is very regrettable that because of her own character, she is very unpopular among her classmates, so her classmates have avoided her invitation and do not attend her birthday party, whether it is the banking party or the aristocratic party, few people are invited.

It has become a feeling of being alone, of course, it is not comfortable, but what happened to Miss Tangral aroused Fran's sympathy, she thought that a genius should not be treated unfairly, so she, who had always been indisputable, decided to attend this time and support Miss Tangral, anyway, she was extremely powerful in the family, and she did not have to look at anyone's face to act.

In order to give Miss Tangral a strong reputation, Fran also specially asked her brother to help him, and asked him to call some of his friends to cheer for Miss Tangral together.

Charles, who has always doted on his sister, of course would not refuse this request, and he soon found a group of friends and came over to cheer for the legendary genius singer.

However, he was also pleased with the actual results—his sister did not boast that Miss Tangral was indeed a great singer, so much so that even he himself could not help but indulge in it.

It's a natural singing voice.

is thousands of times stronger than those singers who rely on the recording studio to constantly debug and only lip-sync when they go on stage!

Charles kept his eyes on Miss Tangral in the center, dressed in a black dress like a mourning dress, with a pale and serious face, as focused as an artist who was working on a great work, beautiful with a bit of masculine heroism.

Her personality must be very arrogant, no wonder her popularity is not very good. Charles thought to himself.

Baron Tangral, a big banker who likes pomp and circumstance, of course, will not treat his only daughter badly, so it is obviously just a small birthday party, but it has become a grand pomp, not only the venue is spacious, but all kinds of utensils are also very complete, and a large number of servants are arranged to serve them.

In between the singing of a song, the servants served the guests cups of ice cream, bringing a rare coolness to the already somewhat hot weather.

While sipping iced drinks, the young guests also gathered in groups and started chatting.

Charles was also standing with two friends.

"Friend, I really envy you!" He stretched out his hand and patted Albert de Marseff on the shoulder, "God has been so good to you that he has given you such a rich and beautiful fiancée, and that she has such a beautiful singing voice...... In the future, you will be blessed, you can have this kind of enjoyment when you have nothing to do, and you don't have to go to the opera house. ”

Albert de Marsève, son of Marshal Marsève, is here today as a friend of Charles to listen to Mademoiselle Tangral's singing. Today, he is wearing a dark blue jacket, a thin bow tie, and a slender body, which is both handsome and full of youthful energy, and the smile on his face adds to that optimistic temperament.

There had been rumors in the social circles that he was about to become Miss Tangral's fiancé, so Charles made fun of him—and to be honest, he did envy the lucky young man.

Charles wasn't the only one who envied him.

"yes, Albert, you're so lucky."

Another young man standing next to him, Mr. Andrea Cavalcanti, nodded in agreement.

He was wearing a black coat today, his expression was serious, and he looked decent and dignified, but the diamond ring he was wearing on his hand slightly ruined his solemn bearing, but it was harmless. He was also very handsome, but his expression was much darker, and it was clear that he had been through more than Albert.

Just now, this young man, who was full of desire, listened to Miss Tangral's singing voice in the same way, and then indulged in it, until now his expression was in a trance, as if he had lost his soul, and from time to time his eyes drifted to the young lady's body.

"It would be nice if I could find a similar fiancée! God cares for you too much. ”

"Don't make fun of me." Being teased by the two friends, Albert's face was slightly red, he lowered his gaze, and seemed to dare not face the two people, "This matter has not been decided, so don't make trouble for me!" Miss Tangral doesn't necessarily like me yet. You see, she didn't officially invite me to hold a birthday party this time, or did you bring me here by the way, what kind of status do I have in her heart? I don't think this marriage will be so easy to do......"

Obviously, after seeing Miss Tangral's genius singing voice just now, Albert, who was not very enthusiastic about this family business, now began to be a little moved, and his tone began to change from refusal to "the other side may not be willing"—the difference between the two old and sophisticated young men could certainly be heard.

"My friend, don't pretend to be reserved, if you want to be happy, be happy, the social world has now spread to this, what else can not happen?" Charles couldn't help but tease the other party again, "Is Baron Tangral still willing to make himself a laughing stock in the social world and take the initiative to cancel the marriage that has been confirmed?" It's impossible, so stop pretending to be bad, my friend, and enjoy your luck so that we can feel better. ”

Charles's joke provoked a burst of laughter from the people next to him, and everyone teased Albert one sentence after another, so that the young man suddenly became red-faced—but shy is shy, and obviously he is also very happy in his heart, after all, such a fiancée is indeed not found in the whole of France, and he now feels that he has no reason to push away such luck.

Just as everyone was still teasing Albert with jealousy and envy, Charles's gaze suddenly stopped in the corner, where several figures sat alone, without any interaction with their surroundings, and in this inconspicuous corner, there was a person who seemed to be someone he knew.

How did she come here?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Charles said a few words to his friends, and walked away.

A bespectacled girl who deliberately hid in the corner was admiring the porcelain on the table. Even if these porcelains were just temporary utensils for banquets in Tangral's house, they were still valuable high-end goods, and the girl planned to use them to pass the time before the next song arrived.

Just as she was carefully judging the origin of the porcelain, suddenly a soft call came from her ear.

"Matilda?"

The bespectacled girl froze for a moment, then immediately looked up.

Then, the smiling blonde boy fell into her eyes.

The blood on the girl's face suddenly faded and became very pale, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Oh...... Shire......! You...... Why are you here? ”

Am I that scary?

Matilda's reaction left Charles confused.

Does this girl hate me?

That's a nuisance.

This girl is not an ordinary person, she is the youngest daughter of the Count of Diliion, the court clerk of His Majesty's court, and she often goes in and out of the court because of her father's relationship. Compared with her uneducated father, she was well-read in poetry and books, highly literate, and very kind and kind, so she was also favored by His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Queen Mother at the same time - there are really not many people in France who can do this.

What's even more valuable is that although she has such glory in the court, Matilda has never been pampered and arrogant, and she will not be domineering, and she is as kind to people as ever, which can be called a clear stream in the court.

Charles, who often goes in and out of the court, of course knows Matilda, and because of Matilda's status in the court, he is even more worried about when he offends this girl, which is a disaster.

"Love, I came with my sister, she wants to cheer her classmates on. But I didn't expect it to be my luck to be able to hear such a beautiful singing. In order not to offend the other party, Charles succinctly stated his intentions. I didn't expect you to be here. ”

"I didn't expect it...... I didn't expect us to think of a piece. Matilda smiled wryly, looking nervous in her tone. I knew it earlier...... I don't bother so much, if I have her to cheer up, there will be nothing. ”

"Yes, you're also her classmate, and you're here to cheer her on today, right?" Charles quickly figured out the joints. "You came here secretly?"

"Yes." Matilda nodded slightly, "Please keep it a secret for me, Charles." ”

As the granddaughter of a big politician, Matilda, who was born noble, is naturally one of the leaders of the girls of the aristocratic party in the studio, and is naturally the opponent of the banking party, so even if she has the heart to support the party, in order not to make it difficult for her friends, Matilda chose to come over secretly, which is also like Matilda's style - gentle and considerate, and no one can be offended.

No wonder she was so nervous. Charles thought to himself, it seems that I am not hated yet, everything is still saved.

"Well, don't worry, I'll keep it a secret and won't embarrass you." He immediately nodded his head again and again, reassuring the other party.

"Well, that's great, thank you." Matilda squeezed out a smile and waved her hand at him, "Anyway...... You go back first. We'll have a chance to talk about it later. ”

Why is she so nervous? I promised to keep it a secret from her. Charles had some doubts in his heart.

However, since the others had already issued such an eviction order, of course he was embarrassed to stay any longer, so he immediately turned around and prepared to leave.

Before he had taken a few steps, however, a petite figure in a lace skirt with long bangs and curly brown hair approached Matilda's side as if no one was around.

"Matilda, how much longer can we stay today? I want to hear more, it's really good. She whispered to Matilda.

This voice is so familiar......

No way?

A strange thought suddenly crossed Charles' mind.

Driven by this thought, he slowly turned back to look at Matilda.

Matilda didn't answer the question, her face was already extremely pale, and her eyes behind the lenses were full of nervousness, almost desperate as she looked at Charles. Then, suddenly, her face flushed again, clearly annoyed by her mistake.

Charles's gaze was not on her, but on the long, coffee-colored curls pinned under the hairpin. And at this time, the other party's indifferent and arrogant gaze fell on him.

Charles froze for a moment, he looked ahead dumbfounded, and at this time Matilda also noticed Charles's anomaly.

"Gong ...... Her Royal Highness the Princess? Charles blurted out in shock. You...... How did you get here? ”

"Oh my God......" Matilda sighed, and walked over to Charles.

She leaned into Charles's ear and said to him in a whisper, "You...... Don't tell anyone! I...... I came with Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”