[This is a special article written at the request of a book friend, and the whole article is another very distant world line, which has no interference with the other world lines in the book, please note]

November 30, 1851

In the scattered valleys and peaks near Verdun, there have always been many ancient buildings, and in that distant and pious era, many people chose to abandon the world for various reasons, become ascetic monks or nuns, dedicate themselves to God, and sharpen their faith with hard life. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the middle of a hidden mountain, along the winding mountain road, after reaching the top of the mountain, the majestic church and the rest of the monastery will suddenly and safely appear in front of everyone. This is a typical Gothic architectural complex, square and straight, from the bottom to the top of every building, every arch line, every pattern upwards spikes, all the pinnacles are staggered and orderly, making people feel that there is a joint force of upward ascension, as if to embody the ambition of piercing the sky and looking directly at the kingdom of heaven in this way.

The church's Gothic spire rises into the sky, and at the top, a golden statue of St. Michel is pointing a sword into the sky. When the sun falls on the top of the church, the shining statues and stained glass reflect the light in all directions, making people feel like they have entered a fairyland on earth.

It took centuries of hard work for clergy and laborers to carry pieces of heavy granite over quicksand and step by step to the top of the hill to create this magnificent monastery, and for hundreds of years, I don't know how many monks and nuns have lived in it, spending their lives of penance in the hope of finally being brought into the blissful kingdom of heaven by God's messengers with pure souls.

However, times will change, and today, the monastery is no longer full of the buzzing voices of the past, and although it can still be awe-inspiring on the outside, it is full of cobwebs and traces of decay, and it is so cold that it may have been abandoned by the whole world.

Between the crumbling walls, a few people wandered among the empty buildings, and the sound of footsteps echoing between the church seats and altars made the place more desolate than the original silence.

Because they were in the middle of the mountains, and they deliberately wanted to hide their identities, these people were wearing heavy clothes. The leader was tall and muscular, wearing a cloak, and in the middle there were three women, all of whom looked very young.

The middle one, about twenty-three or fourteen years old, was very tall, dressed in a thick brown coat, and under a gray hat, her curly golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Her face was very delicate, but because of the seriousness of her demeanor, she always looked a little arrogant, and she also held a delicate and slender pink lady's cane in her hand, and the cane tapped rhythmically on the ground, and the sound of the knock made the echoes around her seem to be a little more intimidating.

Next to her were two younger women, equally handsome and well-dressed, and the two of them seemed to be very nice, even though they occasionally conversed in such a solemn environment.

As the group reached the abandoned altar, the rhythmic beating of the cane finally ended.

"How's the excavation, Mary?" The woman in the middle suddenly turned her head to look at the person next to her.

"We've turned this place upside down, and we've found pretty much everything we can find." The young woman, named Mary, immediately bowed slightly and replied, "And the harvest is quite rich." ”

"Now, it's not about the bottom of the sky." The woman looked around, then frowned slightly, "According to historical records, this monastery was once the owner of the vast surrounding lands, which could accumulate a great deal of wealth every year...... Over the past few hundred years, the sheer amount has been staggering, and we must dig deeper. ”

The abbey is the largest and grandest in the Verdun mountains, and during the pious years of the Middle Ages, many nobles and wealthy landowners decided to dedicate their wealth and land to the monastery before their deaths, and over the centuries it amassed great wealth, and its estates continued to provide it with income.

In 1792, however, the Revolution began to enter its most turbulent era, ending the royal power and making France a republic, but the republic did not naturally bring prosperity and abundance, but the country's economy was paralyzed by violent turmoil.

At this time, foreign armies also began to interfere with these "lawless" rebels at the instigation of the French aristocracy in exile, and Prussia even hit the French border directly.

At this most critical moment, the National Assembly began to do its best to organize the army to prepare for foreign interference, and at the same time, in order to alleviate the financial difficulties, they turned their attention to the Church, which had accumulated a great fortune over the centuries.

Prompted by revolutionary fervor, what was initially a modest move turned into a feast of massacres of the clergy's confiscation of church property, and the monastery in the mountains of Verdun did not escape its fate, the abbot and most of the senior academicians were killed, and the property was confiscated and sold to the peasants at a low price.

Originally, after the end of the Revolution, this monastery would be annihilated in the dust of history, like other similar places, and eventually become a ruin in the mountains because of the effect of time, but before it completely decayed and collapsed, a well-intentioned person found a record about it from the pile of old papers of history, and finally brought people here to excavate secretly, intending to excavate all the hidden financial reports here.

It stands to reason that even if these financial reports are dug up, they are the property of the state, or at least the property of the church, but of course this group of people will not be so law-conscious, they only dig to satisfy their own selfish desires and purities, and the treasure will only be transferred from one cellar to another.

"Yes, miss." After hearing her order, Mary immediately bowed down and took the order, "We will continue to dig in the future, and we will definitely not let any corner of this place escape our sight!" But...... After all, we don't have enough manpower...... If you're not happy with our progress, can you bring us some more people? ”

"We can't do this kind of thing with great fanfare, and everyone must be absolutely reliable, so how can we say that we can add more factions? It's better to be slow than safe! However, she frowned slightly and rejected Mary's proposal.

"Okay, I see!" Seeing that the other party was so stern, Mary hurriedly bowed down again to receive the order, and did not dare to say any more opinions.

This young lady had always had a strong temper, and had been afraid of Mary since she met her, and now that France had been transformed and the Bonapartians were in power, as a member of a prestigious family among the Bonapartists, her current power was definitely not something that Mary could disobey.

Charlotte de Treville, the granddaughter of the famous Marshal Victor de Treville, a close associate of His Excellency President Louis Bonaparte and one of his most relied upon men in the army, was not an easy person herself, and although she was a woman, she was so resourceful that many considered her to be one of the brains of the Bonapartists.

In this position, she naturally has the power of life and death over Mary or many others.

"The location of this monastery is remote, which is quite convenient for us, but even so, you must be completely careful not to leak the news." Seeing Mary bow her head, she still had no intention of stopping, and still coldly told these subordinates, "Remember, you must carry these belongings late at night, and then send them out secretly!" ”

"Yes!" Mary's waist never straightened, and she agreed.

"Sister, okay, don't be so harsh......" Seeing that Mary was trained to be so angry that she didn't dare to come out, her friend and another person standing next to her also immediately stood up to give her a round, "Mary is very careful in her work, she will definitely not make any mistakes......"

"Hmm." After Fran's persuasion, the woman's stern expression finally softened and she nodded slightly.

And Mary was pardoned, and she was able to breathe much easier.

However, before she was fully relieved of the pressure, the man she feared struck the mottled bricks of the ground again with a gentle slender cane.

"Take me to the man." She gave the order again.

"Hmm......" Mary hesitated, then looked at Fran.

"I'll go too, after all, I'm also one of the parties, and I should be there, right?" Fran smiled slightly, as if she didn't know anything.

"Good...... Okay, please come with me. Mary nodded with a slight palpitation, and then immediately turned and led them into the depths of the monastery.

In the monastery, there used to be some storage rooms for winter food, but after the Revolution era, no one in this monastery existed, and for half a century, the contents of the storage rooms were rotten, and everywhere was the smell of decay, and rats and insects were unscrupulous.

As soon as they reached this place, the two sisters couldn't help but pick up their handkerchiefs and cover their noses, but their footsteps did not stop until they reached a room deep underground, and the sound of Didi Dongdong's footsteps stopped.

Mary made a gesture, and one of the people next to her immediately took out the key and opened the door, and then, a cold wind rushed out of it, making almost everyone shiver. The dark basement was like a prison - no, it was now acting as a prison, even more useful than a prison because of its remote location.

However, Charlotte de Treville was untouched, she took her own steps and walked straight inside.

It wasn't empty, but there was a young man.

It was a slender young man, with short blond hair, lying on the black ground, very stained.

His clothes were in tatters, and he had multiple wounds on his body, covered in bruises, which also explained why he didn't wake up under such a sound now.

Charlotte de Treville, slowly walked to the middle of the room, and looked down at the young man.

She slowly lifted her foot and kicked the young man directly.

Although she didn't use much strength, the young man covered in bruises woke up again after suffering new injuries.

Then he gasped violently, and opened his eyes slightly, at first his eyes were a little confused, but when he saw clearly who it was, the pain, fear, and hatred made him forget the pain in his body, and looked at each other with wide eyes.

"You...... You......! He struggled violently to get up.

This struggle did not make her feel afraid, and the irrepressible anger of the other party made her heart rise with an indescribable sense of joy.

"I remember ......"

With her whispering to herself, her feet slowly rose again, and then, the reddish-brown suede shoes with gorgeous ornaments stepped on the young man's head mercilessly, because the force was very strong, so the other party's scarred body once again came with sharp pain, and the young man couldn't help but let out a moan.

"I told you, never to be in front of me again......"

However, this miserable moan did not cause her any pity, but seemed to make her more interested, and she trampled harder and harder, and deliberately slid heavily on the wound on her forehead.

"The result...... You still have to run back without knowing whether you are alive or dead, and run back......" she said, trampling on this man as if he were some enemy of hers, "you say, you are like this...... Do you not know whether you are alive or dead? Don't you know whether you are alive or dead! ”

Her trampling had plunged the already battered young man into excruciating pain again, and he groaned incessantly, but received no help.

It wasn't until a long time later that Charlotte de Treville's anger came to an end and she withdrew her feet.

"You did it on yourself, Mr. Walter."

"I ...... I...... I can't wait to ...... Let you go to hell! Ezreal Walter coughed incessantly, a terrible froth of blood at the corners of his mouth, "You demon! ”

"Demons? You say I'm a demon? She smiled coldly and looked down at the young man condescendingly, "And what are you?" Mr. Bastard, who can't see the light? ”

"I ...... Even if I can't see the light, I'm better than a demon like you who does all kinds of evil! Ezreal Walter glared at her, "Look...... How many evil deeds have you done! ”

"Do I need you to do anything?" Charlotte de Treville picked up the thin cane and poked it directly into the other party's chest, causing him to let out another painful snort, "I didn't want to do anything to you, you came here by yourself, and you still cursed me?" ”

"If you ...... You don't do so many bad things, I ...... I won't look at you...... But...... But what the hell have you done, you demon! Ezreal Walter had regained a little of his strength, and then glared at his half-sister, almost scolding, "You kill, you rob, you have countless more vicious plans than this, you only care about your own selfish desires, you have done so many evil deeds, and you still ...... You still take your sister to do these evil deeds, is there anyone worse in the world than you? What a pure child, can you bear to make her a person like you? ”

"I don't need you to judge what I do!" Charlotte de Treville was furious, then picked up her cane and struck it hard, "You still have to worry about yourself! ”

"Take you...... With your intellect, if you rightly seek what you want, is there anything you can't get? Ezreal had no intention of keeping his mouth shut, "but you're only thinking of using these talents for evil deeds...... This can only show that you are a naturally evil person, with the vicious blood of your grandfather and father in the same line, and you are proud of your evil deeds! ”

"Just? I've tried, nowhere to go! This world is stupid and ridiculous, just because I have one thing missing, don't let me go up, ridiculous! With my contribution to them, should I be a minister and humiliate them? Sooner or later, these fools will regret their stupidity, just like you! As if brought back some bad memories, Charlotte de Treville's cane added a little more force, "Well, they did a good job, since I can't climb up, then I'll bombard them with cannonballs, and I'll shoot down whoever is on top of me, until no one dares to stand in front of me anymore......"

As one of the brains of the Bonapartists, Charlotte de Treville played a major role in the usurpation of state power by His Excellency the President, and now Louis Bonaparte has taken control of the whole country and is about to restore the empire.

However, in terms of remuneration, the president was very dissatisfied with Charlotte de Treville, and although he rewarded the lady with a lot of money, he thought that there was no precedent for a woman to be a minister in the history of France and even in Europe, so it was difficult to make an exception for her to give her the post of minister, and finally only gave her the position of inspector to inspect the national church estate, and to soothe her sense of loss with money - now, in order to restore the empire, the president has planned to begin reconciliation with the church, and he is also ready to return to the church the confiscated property of the previous church, As a preparation, it is natural to first inspect the loss of church property in various places.

Charlotte de Treville was naturally indignant at being treated in this way, but she kept this resentment in her heart on the surface, and then began her new job, inspecting the Church's assets throughout the country, the monastery in the Verdun Mountains, which was naturally one of the targets she had set after checking all the sources.

During this period of time, she has done similar things everywhere, and has added huge wealth to her private pockets, and of course she has secretly done too many shady crimes.

And Ezreal Walter, her father's illegitimate son, accidentally discovered the secret evil deeds of this half-sister during his journalistic experience, so he tried to stop her and take his own sister from her.

However, his efforts ended in failure, and now the end is the price he pays.

In the midst of Charlotte de Treville's arrogant declaration, Ezreal felt both physical and mental pain.

"You...... You will pay for your evil deeds! He could only curse again.

"No, I won't pay the price, but France will, all of Europe will!" Charlotte de Treville said to him in a freezing tone, "I don't save up so much money just to eat, drink and be merry, I will throw it all over Europe, to support the anti-government forces, to support the exiles, to support the revolutions, to let France, let Austria, let Prussia, let the Balkans...... Let all other countries be caught in the same flame! By the way, have you heard of Marx? ”

This sudden question left Ezreal Walter in a daze, and he certainly hadn't heard of it.

"Haven't you heard? It's normal, it's okay, but you'll hear about it eventually, I paid him, I let his doctrine spread all over the world, I funded all the subversive organizations, and at that time, all of Europe would be restless, and it would cost countless lives and blood, and no one could stop me, no one! If Europe is in ruins for me to do my job, then let her be in ruins! At that time, I'm afraid no one will care who the master is, right? ”

"Maniac...... You're a madman......" Ezreal Walter shuddered at the sight of such a crazy declaration.

"I'm sober, I know what I'm going to do, and I know what I'm going to do......" Charlotte de Treville looked at her brother mockingly, "and you, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to show you what I'm doing, and you're going to be held in dark places until you die of a terrible disease." ”

"Don't you think! You're not going to make it! Ezreal Walter cursed loudly.

Then, however, all his hopes were dashed, as he discovered that behind Charlotte de Treville stood another man, a man he had thought was an angel incarnate.

"Well done, sister!" Fran immediately echoed her sister's words, and then looked at the young man lying on the ground with bruises in disgust, "This man has Daddy's blood on his body, but he doesn't serve you...... He deserved such a fate! God will let him die in wailing! ”

"Yes, you see, what a sensible child!" Xia Lu couldn't help but smile slightly when she heard this, and looked at Ezreal mockingly, "As my sister, she knows what to do better than you. Behold, who in this world needs thy salvation? You are just a useless person, and only death is good for others, so I ask you to take your time and meet your fate. ”

…………………………

In the middle of the night, several horse-drawn carriages sped through the wind-swept summit toward the mountain.

Fran sat by the window of the carriage, then looked back at the towering monastery buildings that loomed in the distance under the moonlit night.

"Mary has had enough of this time, this is really a wilderness," and after a moment, she seemed to feel it, and looked at her sister who was sitting next to her. "But it should be soon...... It won't be a few days before she'll be able to empty the place. ”

With their departure, the treasure of the excavations will be transferred along the wagon, and will become the fuel for the luxurious life of the de Treville sisters, as well as their capital for inciting riots and killings throughout Europe, and the blood will be spilled all over Europe if they succeed.

"I hope so." Xia Lu replied in a low voice.

At this time, although her expression was serious, she was quiet, and she no longer had the tyranny that was almost bloodthirsty just now.

"You were too Mary just now, I think she's already frightened......" After a moment of silence, Fran finally couldn't help but intercede for her friend, "Actually, I think she's done a good job." ”

"She's really doing a good job, but I have to be like that in front of people," Xia Lu smiled softly and bitterly, "I have to do this, I want to let others know that I'm not easy to mess with, and I want them not to have a little bit of luck, otherwise no one will obey me." ”

As she sighed, Fran leaned over to her sister's side, then looked at her sister with a look of fascination mixed with adoration.

"Anyway, I'...... I will always obey your ...... Even if you want to bleed the earth, I will do it with you without hesitation...... So, please ...... Please don't be so fierce with me, okay? Without your care, I ...... I really don't know how to live. ”

Xia Lu turned her head slightly, looking at the most loyal person around her, and with mixed feelings, she gently stretched out her hand and stroked her sister's hair.

"No amount of precious treasure can repay such loyalty." She sighed softly.

"I don't want treasures...... Fran stuck to her sister's side, "I just have to stay by your side and ...... for you At your service to achieve all your ambitions......"

Then, without waiting for her sister to answer, her lips suddenly touched the other party's lips, and the fiery breath accompanied ** crossed into her sister's lips.

As if infected with this passion, Xia Lu's breathing became heavy, and she responded to each other with the same enthusiasm, they hugged each other and clinged to each other, as if the two were about to melt together.

The narrow carriage jolted slightly, but it made the two sisters get a different kind of stimulation, in a trance, their moist lips had slid to each other's skin, so that the red glow of passion was dense all over the body, and their bright golden hair had been scattered and almost entangled together.

The mountain is very cold in the middle of the night, but in the midst of the howling mountain wind, the intermittent moaning of the two people in the carriage is like a song under the moonlight, which seems to never stop, and makes the inside as warm as spring. And they will continue to walk together in the future. (To be continued.) )