Anya's strange expression was too obvious, so the Count of Monte Cristo frowned slightly, and asked gently, "Have you ever seen me before?"

Anya thought his voice was very familiar, but when she saw the earl's face, she didn't have any impression.However, this question is a good entry point... Anya thought for a while, then smiled and bowed: "You have a very kind face."

"Your Excellency is His Excellency Viscount Andrea Cavalcanti, right?" the count asked, but his tone was undeniable, guiding people to follow the direction he spoke.Anya's goal happened to be to let him walk in the direction she wanted, so she said with a smile on her face, "If you say yes, then yes."

The count didn't pay attention to her answer, but went on to say: "You brought a letter of introduction to see me, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't bring that letter with me."

The count frowned slightly, and continued: "Oh! It's not important at all. The person who wrote the letter has a very strange signature. His name is 'Sinbad the Sailor,' doesn't he?"

There was a casual smile on Anya's face. She was familiar with this body in the mirror, and knew what kind of expression was most suitable for expressing what kind of emotion: "You say yes, so be it."

The count stepped forward and stared at him closely: "I think you are different from the person my friend mentioned. Would you mind if I take a closer look at your appearance?"

Anya nodded, and the count walked towards the window.The curtains were pulled aside, and bright sunlight poured into the room through the glass windows.The count took a step back, but Anya walked towards him, "Let me stand here so that you can see it more clearly."

Anya clearly saw that the earl's brows became more frowned, but quickly returned to normal.There was a gloomy look on his face, which made Anya's heart jump, and she always felt that it would not be very easy to persuade him.

After standing under bright light, the whole person is of course seen more clearly.Benedetto himself was a handsome man, and just standing there gave people a sense of elegance and noble birth.Sometimes the heredity brought by blood cannot be changed by the environment.Anya looked at the earl calmly, so she didn't ignore the earl's surprise when he saw her blue eyes.The Count of Monte Cristo met Benedetto and freed him from prison for his own revenge. Of course he knew that Benedetto's eyes were black, black like a devil.

Anya blinked and smiled: "Count, do you see clearly now?"

The Earl was a handsome man, masculine in spite of his middle age.His face was morbidly pale like an aristocrat's, but his expression and behaviors all carried a sense of determination. He was a very attractive man.In Anya's current memory, the earl is the most attractive man she has ever met.Regardless of appearance, voice or temperament, it seems that Anya is very attracted to her.

The Count of Monte Cristo said slowly: "You are not Andrea Cavalcanti."

"of course."

"You're not even Benedetto."

"Benedetto is no ordinary man."

"But you two look so much alike, except for your eyes." The count stared at Anya, and shouted, "Bertuccio!"

The loyal butler soon appeared in this living room.When he saw Anya, he was obviously surprised.He couldn't help shouting: "Benedetto!"

"Did you name me that?" Anya looked at him calmly, and nodded reservedly, "I remember you, the one who assassinated my father—you were the one who brought me out of that garden that night."

"My God," murmured Bertuccio, pale.He seemed to be having a hard time understanding what Anya was saying. "what are you saying?"

"Isn't it you? On that cold night, wasn't it you who saved my life when my mother cried and my father buried me in the garden soil?" Anya said calmly, her blue eyes The eyes looked very sincere, "I remember you. Is your name Bertuccio?"

Bertuccio looked at the count in panic, and the count gave him a comforting look.So the servant withdrew silently from the room, his hands so trembling that he could not close the door.

The count closed the curtains with a snap: "You are not Benedetto. Who are you?"

"You can call me Anya." Anya said, very satisfied with the current rhythm of the conversation.

"It sounds like a lady's name."

"I am indeed a woman." Anya said slowly, "I don't know how to win your trust, but the only thing I can do now seems to be to gain your trust and help. You should have noticed it, my The eyes are blue, while Benedetto's are black."

"You know a lot. Can you tell me how you know all this?"

"Each of us is a slave of fate, and this slave can occasionally control fate. You are undoubtedly the one who can control fate; and I just happened to know some fate's direction." Anya smiled, "Although I don't , You can complete the entire revenge plan by yourself, but in this plan, I agree with your wishes, but I think your means are too mild."

The Count of Monte Cristo looked directly at her, those dark eyes made Anya feel oppressed.But after looking at each other for a few seconds, the count lowered his head again and said, "How much do you know about me? How can you conclude that my methods are too gentle?"

Without waiting for Anya to answer, he continued: "You have met Bertuccio, but he doesn't know you exist. You call Judge Villefort your father, so do you know who your mother is?"

Follow his words and answer and you lose.Anya thought for a few seconds and made a decision.The earl's personality and experience made him doomed to live in accordance with other people's wishes, and Anya's words probably had little effect on him.What the earl made was the earl's, and what Anya made was her own. Different people did the work, and of course the results were different.Anya faintly sensed a fact in her heart, the result of making the scumbag feel painful by her will not be the same as that of others, and the benefits she can get from it will also be different.

The count mainly had to deal with Villefort, and Anya did not intend to compete with him on this point.As long as their respective interests are determined, the subsequent persuasion becomes much easier.

So Anya said: "They thought I was a baby, but they didn't know that I was just a wandering soul living in this body. My mission in this world is to make some people fall from the top, and let them go from being a smug figure in power. Become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats. My purpose is the same as yours."

"I don't need any help," said the Count.

"Didn't you once vow to replace the gods to reward the good and punish the wicked instead of the God of Vengeance?" Anya's voice softened, with faint temptation, "When you were in prison, I came to this world .Because of some mistakes, I have been sleeping in this body until now, and now I wake up again, and I will assist you and achieve our common goal with you."

In the dim light, the count's face was pale. "Why," said he, "for ten years in the prison of the Château d'If I prayed to Heaven for a little mercy, and God ignored me; now at last I have the strength to avenge , but you appeared in front of my eyes."

"It's just a little accident. Besides, why do you think I'm the messenger of God?" Anya smiled, but she didn't use her hypnotic ability anymore.Sometimes it needs to be stopped, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

The count said loudly: "Are you the messenger of the devil!"

"Besides the devil, who is on your side? Believe me, whether I am a devil or an angel. Because I also need your help, and my life and death are in your hands. I am the only one who came to this world The purpose is to punish some people. When my purpose is achieved, I will naturally leave. We have the same interests, and I even want to be attached to you. I think your means are too benevolent, and don’t you want to see them Is there retribution that should have been? Let me do it. Let's fulfill this wish together." Anya took a step forward and stretched out her hand.

The count looked at her for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand.His face was as pale as a vampire's, but he was handsome and elegant, making one involuntarily want to follow him.His hands were very cold, and Anya knew that this was the aftereffect of smoking marijuana and not getting a rest for a long time.But the earl is very proficient in pharmacology, even if his body has become like this, his health can be guaranteed before the age of 50.

Anya suddenly twitched the corner of her lower lip in a self-deprecating manner. Why was she concerned about the earl's health?Even though his voice sounds so familiar and pleasant, his appearance is so strange.They should never have known each other.

The count shook her finger, then took a step back, and asked politely, "Your name?"

Anya bent her eyes and smiled: "Anya—you can call me Anya Windsor."

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