Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

On the main road which is quite far away from the destination, George Wickham has already glimpsed the tip of the iceberg where he will arrive.

It has nothing to do with whether the eyesight is good enough to travel many kilometers and see that far away clearly.

Because the place was so bright, the tops of the castle-like tall buildings directly crossed the tops of the trees stretching to the end on both sides of the road, revealing a glorious corner without a doubt.

It was like the legendary city that never sleeps, just a little bit of light leaking from between the owner's fingers is enough to illuminate the entire dark night sky.I don't know how many lights to light, how many bonfires to burn, and how many bright pearls to decorate the outer layer to get such a shocking effect.

"Hey, George, what are you staring at? Hold on tight, we're almost there."

His companion, a young officer, tightened the reins to stop the horse under him, and turned around to remind him in surprise.As soon as he turned his head, the officer found that George Wickham's delicate face was shrouded in a strange brilliance.

"Uh, huh? I'm so sorry—"

The thoughts that drifted to places that I could not control were suddenly withdrawn by someone else's words.After the young man named Wickham came back to his senses, he smiled apologetically just right.

His explanation for stopping in the middle of the road without authorization is: "I was a little dizzy just now, so I couldn't help but rest for a while. Well, I'm fine now, let's move on, the Earl's mansion is just ahead Woolen cloth."

That's right, the two young men who rode hurriedly from the neighboring county to Longbourn just as night fell were officers who had just been transferred to serve nearby.

The position is lieutenant, judging from their age, they are already young and promising.

It may be mentioned in passing that one of the two young and promising officers with a bright future had a family, while the other, Wickham, had not yet found a man whom he could propose to. Miss.

The two of them came together this time. First, they heard the name of the Count of Monte Cristo, who had already been well-dressed. Their hearts moved, and they thought of going to Longbourne for a banquet before the army's vacation was over.

Even if they can't chat with the many unattainable bigwigs gathered at the banquet, they can still communicate with people of the same class or with a slightly higher status. For young officers like them, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.

Of course, there is another reason - this is Wickham's own rhetoric.

He told his companions that he had also reached the age when he should start a family, and he could just take this opportunity to make some friends at the earl's engagement banquet, and asked them to find out if there was any lady of the right age for him.

This statement is also a bit straightforward, but the companion can still understand it after hearing it.

Because Wickham has no father or mother, he is currently alone. With his background, no elders to help take care of him, and not enough family to attract the attention of husbands and wives who choose husbands for his daughter, he can only rely on his own initiative. We discovered happiness.

Switch perspective and switch to the present.

Hearing Wickham's words, the officer accompanying him said with concern: "If you don't feel well, don't force it, we can also go there slowly."

Wickham said, "It doesn't matter, I'm much better now. Let's go, let's go!"

The current him doesn't look dizzy, not only is he full of energy, but he also speaks faster, becoming more and more impatient.

The horse carried the strong and vigorous body of the young man, galloped in the oncoming wind, along the road, and headed straight for the magnificent manor in the distance.

Wickham's heart also flew up with the wind.Of course, it's in the direction it's facing.

——It’s right, it’s really right.

This was the first thought that popped into Wickham's mind the moment he got off his horse and was led into the gate by the waiter waiting at the gate.

Resplendent and resplendent, far beyond imagination.

Almost everything here was something he had never seen before.

I have never seen such a magnificent hall, and when stepping on the extremely soft carpet, there is an inexplicable feeling that is hard to get off.

The young military officer raised his eyes and looked into the distance. The men and women talking and laughing here are either holding goblets and straightening their waists to highlight the clothes and leather shoes, or wrapping themselves in dresses made of expensive fabrics and tangy perfume. .

The sour taste that was transmitted to my heart invisibly, and flooded my throat when I poked the inferiority complex that I thought I had hidden well, was still difficult to get rid of for a while.

Wickham's mood was complicated, he was both excited and angry.

The reasons for my anger are more complicated, mostly because I think—you rich lords and wives can actually live a life of luxury that I can't even imagine.Therefore, it is mostly caused by jealousy...

At this moment, Wickham, who was overwhelmed with emotion, had already walked to the edge of the hall.

Looking at it at a glance, there was no figure like the owner of the manor or the mistress.

Melodious songs were playing in the hall, and apart from the people chatting in the rest area, many well-dressed young people were dancing in the center.

"George, look there." His companion couldn't help noticing the too bright light on the young man's face again, and knowing that he had something in his heart, he pointed him in a direction with a sense of humor.

"Look at those young ladies. It's very lucky. Every one of them is extremely beautiful, and they don't have any partners around them."

Of course Wickham has not forgotten his purpose of coming here - one of which is to find a suitable marriage partner.Although this stated purpose is actually far less important than the second one he did not explicitly state, he still cannot ignore it.

"Is that so—let me see."

Having said that, Wickham hastily cast his gaze over there.However, when he roughly saw the faces of the ladies sitting on the opposite seats, his smile was still on, but the heat in his eyes was obviously much colder.

——Wickham is actually a very realistic man who likes to transcend reality.

This is a secret that no one else has discovered except him.

Although both of his parents died, he has no noble status, no legacy of property, only the status of an officer and a handsome appearance that can completely deceive the ignorant lady... the requirements for a marriage partner are very high.

He likes beauties.

He likes tall, slender beauties.

He prefers beauties who not only have beauty and figure, but also have money and background, preferably those who can arouse his desire to conquer.

Wickham has always thought this way, and has never felt that he is not worthy of such a high-standard woman. On the contrary, he still thinks that he should have everything-this is inevitable.

When it comes to the reason, it is time to talk about the biggest secret that Wickham carries.

The real name of "George Wickham" standing here today is not this, his name in "another world" should be Chris Gragen.

Yes, it's unbelievable, but that's how it is.

"Wickham" is not a native of this world.

Only he knows that he comes from the realm of "God" far beyond this world, and he can clearly see all the tracks of a certain story that will happen here from the perspective of God.

Naturally, he also knew that his current identity——George Wickham, was the protagonist of this world, the worst enemy of the hateful Fitzwilliam Darcy.

The current outsider Wickham has just replaced the native Wickham, and has only been in this world for half a month.

Because before coming here, he coaxed extremely powerful abilities from a stupid man. When he first came here, he couldn't help but have great ambitions. He is only Darcy, and he is not qualified to enter Wickham's eyes.

On the first day of his arrival, Wickham was thinking about how to use that "ability" to get money.At least pay off the huge gambling debt that Yuan Bo owed first.

On the second day of his arrival, Wickham continued to think about how to get promoted in the shortest possible time. How could a small lieutenant satisfy him.

The third day...the fourth day...

Wickham made a list of all the things he wanted to do, and then listed the first priority.

——Look for a beautiful woman who suits your taste best, has a high status, can be arrogance, but after being tamed, she will be obedient to him.

Of course, women are the most needed at the moment. Wealth, status, power and other things, Wickham has already tacitly agreed that he can get them casually, or using his current status to conquer proud noble women can bring him a sense of accomplishment—— —It is absolutely impossible for him to admit that this idea is still caused by inferiority complex.

So Wickham came here.

The ladies sitting opposite were obviously not from high-class aristocratic families, as could be seen from their movements and the material of the skirts they were wearing.

Wickham didn't think they were worthy of him, and they weren't up to par in appearance—yet.

He rolled his eyes slightly, unexpectedly found a "familiar" man.

Relying on the memory of the original Wickham, at this time, the man who was walking towards the ladies he was concerned about from the other direction was Fitzwilliam Darcy.

It is not surprising that Darcy is here.

Unlike military officers who have no background at all, Darcy was born noble and wealthy. Even in the upper class world, he is one of the few people with high status. When he came to the Count of Monte Cristo's banquet, it is very likely that he received the Earl's invitation. invitation.

Because there are dancing men and women in the middle, Darcy did not see Wickham on this side, but Wickham saw him clearly.

Some information equivalent to "prediction" jumped into his mind, Wickham's heroic brows furrowed tightly, and he realized like a flash that the ladies he had scanned over critically , most likely the Bennett sisters.

Indeed, although the beauty did not meet Wickham's standard, from the eyes of ordinary people, apart from a few of the young ladies, two of them were really not bad.One of them should be Elizabeth Bennett.

Wickham suddenly felt the fire of anger growing in his heart again.

He dismissed Fitzwilliam Darcy, but had to fret because the man was the real winner in the original story.

"Damn Darcy..."

Wickham clenched his fists.Suddenly, in an instant, a decision was made.

In his opinion, although Elizabeth's body is not perfect and her family background is not qualified at all, her beauty is not bad, her temperament is the one he likes, and her advantages can barely equal her disadvantages.Plus, she was supposed to be Darcy's woman.

"Boom!"

The officer continued to show cordial and enthusiastic smiles to everyone around him, and at the same time, he picked up the wine glass filled with red wine, held his head high, and strode towards the place where the ladies were.

His pace is fast.

According to the speed, he will definitely come to Miss Bennet before Darcy.

When Wickham took the first step, he was calm and clear, with incomparable confidence on his brows.After all, in the heart of this pretentious young man, Miss Elizabeth Bennet was already his woman...

However, an unexpected accident happened.

Wickham just walked halfway through the journey when he was forced to stop.

——Shua la la!

All of a sudden, the chatterers stopped chatting, and the dancers stopped dancing.Under Wickham's surprised and bewildered eyes, they all stood up and looked expectantly in the same direction——

is there?

It's stairs.

"Why is it so late today? It appeared early yesterday."

"Hey, Mrs. Clint, didn't you hear? At the beginning of the banquet, the butler of the Count of Monte Cristo apologized on behalf of his host and explained the situation. The countess seems to be in poor health and needs to rest for a while. Get up..."

"Ah, this is really..."

Wickham listened to a few whispers, and very cleverly understood what the guests were talking about in an instant.

That's right, the Count of Monte Cristo, who was the host of the banquet, hadn't shown up yet, and the Countess, of course, hadn't either.

Wickham had this doubt in his heart when he first came in, and when he found that the countess was not there, he couldn't help feeling a lot of regret in his heart.

If he had a third purpose for coming here, it would be this.

The name of the Count of Monte Cristo was so resounding, in addition to his own surprisingly rich, but also because of his wife, added a touch of ambiguity.

The guests who attended his engagement banquet a few days ago circulated enough news to arouse anyone's interest: how beautiful the countess, who was only engaged, but basically acquiesced, was.

In other words, just "beautiful" is not enough to summarize the beauty possessed by the countess.

Only relying on other people's narration, one can piece together the appearance of a peerless beauty from a few words. It is said that the first time the countess appeared in public, the crowded hall was so silent that if a needle fell, it would be extremely light. The sound can be transmitted throughout the space.

"She" only stayed on the edge of the stairs for a while, without even leaving a extravagant voice, she was covered by the count's cloak again and sent back to the room.At that moment, the hearts of those who admired the Count of Monte Cristo were full of resentment and jealousy towards the Count, resenting him for being so small-hearted, not only monopolizing such a beautiful person, but even unwilling to share with them.

The moment Wickham heard the rumors, he concluded that the Countess would be the candidate who best met his criteria—although she was already engaged, and he hadn't really seen her face yet.

And, although he had already attracted Elizabeth Bennett's attention, at this moment, the news that the countess was about to show up forcibly drew his attention back.

He was eager to try at the end of the crowd, and after pondering a few times, he quietly pushed forward, trying to occupy a terrain where he could see more clearly.

And in the process of his advancement - the sound of light and slow footsteps has already sounded from above.

As if receiving an invisible revelation, Wickham involuntarily stomped his feet and raised his head before he reached the front.

Sure enough, a figure appeared at the entrance of the narrow and long staircase that attracted everyone's attention.That figure also crashed into Wickham's drooling eyes in the first place.

……

With the most beautiful blue hair loose, the most beautiful fingertips lightly touch the wooden handrails of the stairs, leaning on the edge of the outer wall, the "Countess" with only a part of her profile exposed, will look at her with the most beautiful blue eyes. Downstairs, all the humans staring at him obsessively tilted.

Among them, the obsessed eyes of an officer in a red uniform are the most obvious.

His facial features are handsome, and his figure is tall and straight. No matter how he is matched and combined, he is undoubtedly a very good and handsome young man.But for some reason, his facial features looked good, but combined together, they inexplicably formed a shrinking, distorted and ugly picture.

"........."

Wickham felt it.

The object he was staring at obsessively, the beautiful woman who had completely fascinated him by just showing her body, was also staring at him with melancholy and sad eyes.

It must be an invitation.

It must have been a silent supplication to him.

All of a sudden, Wickham also got endless courage from the endless melancholy eyes!

Who is the Count of Monte Cristo?Sorry, completely forgotten by him.

It doesn't matter if he still remembers it now, his self-confidence is still there, it hasn't disappeared at all.He is just an earl, so could it be possible that he could pose a slight threat to him who has such a powerful ability?

He couldn't help it, and with the unbelievable rudeness of the strangers who didn't know him, he pushed away everyone who stood in front of him.

He wants to go up the stairs, hold the hand of the "beautiful woman", and kneel down to propose marriage affectionately.Thinking about it, the former Countess and the future Mrs. Wickham will surely jump into his arms like a bird of joy——

……middle?

"……what?"

The delirious Wickham was suddenly taken aback again.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down from head to toe.

It turns out...it turns out!

After her eyes fell directly on Wickham, who was not very eye-catching among so many people, the countess's eyes unexpectedly showed an extremely subtle change that only Wickham himself could realize.

——Suddenly, as if being touched by something extremely annoying, there was indifference at first, and then anger that ignited sparks.

Then, the pair of beautiful eyes that made Wickham sink, and made him fall into an ice cave, were blocked by the back of a man's hand in the next second.

That man quietly appeared behind the blue-haired beauty.

The body seemed to be entwined with a black shadow brought from hell, making the man's face and body blurry the moment he caught the eye.At this moment, only from under the brim of the hat, from the depths of the eyes not covered by the white hair, can see the shadow that will bind him—Wickham tightly.

That man, really, was like a ghost from hell.

He told Wickham, who couldn't help trembling, with his gaze.

Even if the so-called "task" is put aside, the "hate" that does not belong to him in the final analysis is put aside...

--this is mine.

It was not easy to find it back.

So hard, so hopeless, caught on a path that never seemed to have light.

——Whether it is the twisted jealousy, or the anger that is desperately burning in my heart and cannot be vented at this moment, you are not qualified.Completely, completely.

That being the case, you finally dared to seek your own death and showed up ignorantly and fearlessly.

——Just use this roaring fire of anger to burn it clean!

The last image that caught Wickham's eyes was his beloved with his eyes tightly covered, and the mocking sneer that the evil spirit took the opportunity to show that was almost solidified.

Then, he felt a sharp pain from a tiny piece of skin on his body.

At first it was just like a needle prick pain, but then, the needle prick instantly enlarged ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!

In an instant, as long as it is a human being, the unbearable pain penetrated into the soul along that narrow contact point, and let the tearing, destroying pain haunt him, and made his screaming slightly slowed down for a moment. issued from the depths of the throat.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

He saw the "flame" again.

The black fire enveloped his whole body, and during this time, the roars of countless innocent souls rang in his ears.

Except for Wickham and the Count of Monte Cristo who was standing on a high place and looked down coldly, no one else saw this amazing scene, even the guests beside Wickham didn't know it.

—It's too noisy, don't listen.

The count's pale lips full of sarcasm were finally drawn up with great interest.

He made a final announcement from a high place, and switched the voice transmission object.

This sentence is for Wickham:

--shut your mouth.

——Then, let me die peacefully.

When the voice settled.

The body of the officer wrapped in black flames has been reduced to ashes.