"My dear Edmund, to know who wants to harm you, and to whom it is good for you to be killed."

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He must now go back to real life, back to people, to society, to regain status, power, and prestige, and in a world where only money can make people get all of this—money is the most effective and greatest power to dominate humanity.

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"So." The priest smiled bitterly, "It's been eighteen months, and even the most dedicated lover is no more than that. ”

After a pause, he said softly with some emotion: "There was once a poet who said: Weak, your name is a woman!" ”

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It was a precious portrait of a beautiful young woman with slightly darker skin and bright, bright eyes under elongated eyelashes. She wore a beautiful civilian dress, a red and black blouse with a long skirt, and a blonde hairpin in her hair. In the background of the lake, the vast blue sea and sky were in the background, and she looked at it as if she was waiting for her husband to return, full of hope and anxiety.

The light in the room was not bright, so Albert did not notice that the count's face had turned pale when he saw the portrait, and his chest and hands were shaking uncontrollably. There was a moment of silence in the room, during which the count's eyes never took his eyes off the portrait.

"Your lover is pretty, Viscount." The Count said in a calm tone, "I guess this dress was worn when she danced, and it made her look very beautiful." ”

"Your Excellency." Albert looked annoyed: "If you see this painting next to this portrait, I can't forgive you for this mistake." You don't know my mother, so now what you see in this painting is her. This one was painted seven or eight years ago. The costume looked like she had imagined it, but it was so realistically drawn that it made me feel as if I had seen my mother when I was young. ”

"But this portrait of my mother was painted when my father was out of the house. No doubt she wanted to surprise him, but strange to say, my father seemed very unhappy to see this painting, even though it was very precious, because you have already seen it, and it was one of the masterpieces of Lerpo Robert's painting, and that could not overcome his dislike for it. Truly, all I can say to you is that the Count of Malsef was one of the most industrious nobles in Luxembourg, a general known for his military doctrine, but a most vulgar layman for his art. My mother was different, she herself painted very well, because she could not keep this precious painting and gave it to me, so as to reduce some of my father's unpleasantness. ”

Albert looked up at the portrait and continued in an emotional tone: "The portrait of Monsieur Matsef was painted by Gloss, and this is it. Oh~ I beg your pardon for talking about family matters, but since you are willing to show me a good face and let me introduce you to the Count, I will tell you about it, lest you misunderstand this painting. There was a magic to this painting, because every time my mother came here, she always looked at it, and every time she looked at it, she had to cry. This is the only thing my father and mother have had trouble with all these years, and although they have been married for more than 20 years, they are still as loving and harmonious as they were on their wedding day. ”

The Count of Monte Cristo listened to this with a frown, and his deep eyes looked at Albert as if searching for other meaning in his words, but the straightforward young man was unguarded and said what was in his heart.

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Puran reviewed the entire manuscript of The Count of Monte Cristo for the third time, his eyes became rosy, and he felt the same way as the Count of Monte Cristo, knowing that he had not experienced anything like it, but his heart was still twisted. Strange to say, he has become accustomed to the novel's peculiar way of writing, which has the illusion that he can take on the identity of the protagonist, who is both a spectator and the protagonist of the story.

"Oh my God, how can you do this to him! It's not fair! Puran muttered to himself in a low voice, only to find that his voice was hoarse, clearly with a little crying, and the heat in his eyes also showed his mood at this moment. The previous plot had already made him foresee this scene, but he was still defenseless.

The Count of Monte Cristo once again met his love, Melcetes, who had supported him through despair. But she was married to someone else's wife, who was the enemy of the Count of Monte Cristo, and sent him to hell from which he would never recover. The Count crawled out of hell and used the powers given to him by the goddess of vengeance in order to pull the husband of the man he loved most into the place where he had been.

Puran put down the manuscript of the novel, leaned on the table and closed his eyes to reflect on this part of the story, no matter how he couldn't calm down.

He felt the same frustration as if his love had been taken away, and he applied all this sensibility to the characters in the novel, and he hated the despicable villain who framed the Earl.

While Pran was thinking, a young colleague came over and said hello: "Hey, Pullan, has the latest manuscript of The Count of Monte Cristo been retracted?" We can't wait to see it. ”

The Count of Monte Cristo is written by a plurality of reviewers, who inevitably have access to the content of the novel, but almost every reviewer who has come into contact with The Count of Monte Cristo is gradually attracted to the content of the novel.

Puran sighed, handed the latest novel manuscript in his hand to these reviewers, and added in a complicated tone: "I must remind you to be mentally prepared to read it again." ”

The other reviewers looked at each other in surprise when they saw Puran's depressed face.

It wasn't long before they experienced the same feelings as Pran, like maggots on tarsal bones that lingered inside them for a long time, and for the next few days, the reviewer's office was in a subtle state of lifelessness, and sometimes the muttering of curses Harvey or characters from "The Count of Monte Cristo" could be heard.

Because of the essence of the plot in "The Count of Monte Cristo", both Alexandre Dumas and Harvey have spent a lot of ink to portray the heroine Mercertes from different angles, she is undoubtedly a beautiful and wonderful woman, and she is also the love of the male protagonist Edmund, but such a woman is married to the despicable villain who framed Edmund.

It's all tormenting Edmond and tormenting the reader's heart.

Harvey would have smiled if he knew what they were thinking, this plot was the so-called Minotaur, and he had been depressed by similar plots in novels or other works, and he had been in pain for more than a week. The so-called tragedy is to smash beautiful things, and this plot is a thousand times more cruel than tragedy.

However, Harvey does not want to modify this plot, which can be said to be one of the most dramatic and connotative plots in "The Count of Monte Cristo", and does not need to deliberately portray Mercertes's steadfastness to her lover, in fact, she is already a wonderful woman.

The more this happens, the more difficult it becomes for the reader to accept it.