Count of Monte Cristo

Villefort stepped out of the courtroom, climbed into the carriage in which he had come, climbed into it, and the carriage ran like the wind, avoiding this tragic nightmare.

In the depths of his soul he thought of God,—"God!" see god.

The carriage drove rapidly.Villefort, who was shaking constantly on the car mat, felt that there was something holding him back.He reached out to remove the object, which turned out to be Madame de Villefort's fan in the carriage.The fan evoked his memory like lightning in the dark.

"Oh! Heloise!" he cried, as if a red-hot iron were searing his heart.For the past hour he had thought only of his own guilt.Now, another terrible thing suddenly appeared in the mind.his wife!He had treated her as a stern judge and let her die!

She, a poor weak woman, powerless to resist the law,--she may be there just now, ready to die!An hour had passed since she was found guilty.

At this time, she was doubtless recalling the various crimes she had committed, she was perhaps asking forgiveness for her crimes, perhaps she was writing to her husband, begging her virtuous husband to forgive her, Villefort was miserable and hopeless. groaned.

Villefort said to himself, "God! The guillotine is waiting for me! Yes, we will go far away, I will confess everything to her, I will tell her every day, I also sin! Oh, what a tiger and red The union of the snake! She cannot die, cannot die!" And Villefort flung open the front window of the carriage. "hurry up!"

he cried, and the horse, driven terrified, flew home.

"Yes, yes," repeated Villefort on the way, "yes, that woman cannot die, she must be made to repent, and bring up my son, my poor child, in my unhappy home, except for the vitality He was the only one left, except for the particularly stubborn old man. She loved the child, and she was made a sinner for him. A mother is not so wicked as long as she loves her child. The point of redemption. She will repent. No one will know that she has committed crimes. Those crimes happened in my family. Although everyone has suspected it now, they will forget it later. If there are enemies who remember, alas , God punish me! It doesn’t matter if I add two or three more felonies? My wife can escape with the children and jewelry.” So the prosecutor felt that his breathing was easier.

The people in the court were stunned for a long time because they were too surprised, and finally they all dispersed. They couldn't wait to find someone to tell their doubts, surprises, ridicule and schadenfreude.No one noticed that there were two people in the court who followed Villefort after he left. Their carriage was even parallel to Villefort's carriage, and they were all in the same direction—Villefort's home.

Monte Cristo got out of the carriage, and the paralyzed old man was sleeping in his yard. He seemed to know nothing, and he seemed to know everything. He was lying on his chair with his eyes closed.Nor did the Count of Monte Cristo open his eyes when he entered.Monte Cristo went up the stairs, and he saw Villefort lying on the stairs, distraught.Villefort was no longer that shrewd, almost prudent superior; he was now a wounded tiger, whose teeth were gritted by last pain.

"Here you are, sir!" he sighed.

Villefort turned to look at him.

"What are you doing today?"

"I'm here to tell you: your debt has been paid enough, and from this moment on, I will pray that God will forgive you as much as I have."

"God!" Villefort shouted in a panic, "Who are you?! You are the Count of Monte Cristo, no, what kind of enmity do you have with me?"

"Who am I? Your Excellency the Prosecutor, think again." Monte Cristo said, "You heard my voice for the first time in Marseilles, 23 years ago, when you married Miss Saint-Mélan." One day. Think it over."

Villefort held his head, racking his brains, he couldn't figure out how all these tragedies happened, why his happy and happy family had nothing but a few corpses left!Oh, God!How all of this happened under his nose.

"Who are you, then who are you?"

"I am the ghost of a poor man whom you buried in the dungeon of the Château d'If. The ghost has at last crawled out of his grave, and God has given him a mask of Monte Cristo, and many jewels and jewels, so that you would not recognize him until today."

"Ah! I recognize you! I recognize you!" cried the prosecutor. "You are—"

"I am Edmond Dantès!"

"You are Edmond Dantès!" cried Villefort, grabbing the count's wrist, "then come here." And he led Monte Cristo upstairs.The count did not know what had happened, but he also anticipated some new disaster.

"Look, Edmond Dantès!" he said, pointing to the corpses of his wife and children. "Look! Have you avenged yourself?"

Monte Cristo grew pale at this dreadful spectacle; he had used his power of vengeance too far to say, "God help me, God be with me." .

With an expression of indescribable sorrow, he threw himself upon the child's body, pushed his eyes away, felt for his pulse, and then rushed into Valentine's room with him in his arms, and shut the door behind him. "My child!" cried Villefort, "he has robbed me of my child! Oh, you wretch, you must die!" He wanted to run after Monte Cristo, but, as in a dream, his footsteps I can't move either.Then, with a cry and a fit of laughter, he rushed down the stairs.

Monte Cristo in the room is concocting some potions, he can revive Edward, and Valentine's room has the detoxification water left by him.

But Edward was not breathing, and Monte Cristo, sullen and nervous, administered some liquid medicine, but to no avail.

Edward is dead forever!

Monte Cristo's head suddenly hurt, and he suddenly doubted himself. Is he really the one sent by God to avenge the dead?But is this innocent child also damned?

A quarter of an hour later the door of Valentine's room was opened, and Monte Cristo came out.His eyes were dull, his face was bloodless, his face, which had always been serene and dignified, was transformed by sorrow, and he held in his arms the child who could not be brought back to life.He got down on one knee, placed him reverently beside his mother, and walked out of the room.

Monte Cristo lowered his head, which was always high. He looked for Villefort, and met a servant on the stairs. "Where is Mr. Villefort?" he asked the servant.

The servant said nothing, and pointed to the garden.

Monte Cristo went down the stairs and walked in the direction pointed by the servants, and saw Villefort surrounded by his servants, holding a shovel in his hand, digging the earth frantically. "Not here!"

"No, not here, my son!" he cried, and he went a few steps forward, and dug again.

Monte Cristo approached him, and said in a low voice: "Sir, you have indeed lost a son, but—"

Villefort interrupted him, which he could not understand, nor could he hear at all. "Oh, I'll find him!" he cried. "I'll find him, all you tell me he's not here, and I'll have to!"

He's crazy!

Villefort is mad!

Monte Cristo looked at the crazy Villefort and thought about the two corpses upstairs. For the first time, he doubted the meaning of his revenge. Could he be just?That child is innocent!

The servants all came to dissuade Villefort, but he paid no attention to anyone, and kept digging the earth frantically, shouting my son!Monte Cristo retreated a few steps unconsciously. He felt that the gloomy sun was dazzling, and his eyes hurt deeply. He turned around and ran out of Villefort's house!

Lin Ke was waiting for him in the carriage. Looking at Monte Cristo's gloomy and melancholy face, he knew that something must have happened. This was not the joy after successful revenge, but an indescribable guilt and apology.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something but didn't know how to speak.

"He is mad," said Monte Cristo, "and Madame de Villefort and the child are dead."

Lin Ke choked for breath and remained silent for a while, "God's will trick people."

"Do you think I did something wrong?" Monte Cristo asked with some difficulty.

Lin Ke stretched out his hands and held Monte Cristo's face, with a stubborn expression and a firm tone, "No. You did nothing wrong!"

These words miraculously calmed Monte Cristo.He buried his head on Lin Ke's shoulder and closed his eyes, "I will definitely save Valentine."

The carriage soon returned to Villa Auteuil, where Maximilian was waiting for them.

Maximilian had nothing to love, he lived only to spare his sister, and his friend.He can't wait to leave with his beloved.

As soon as Monte Cristo got out of the carriage, Maximilian rushed forward, he had learned the whole incident, "Is he all right? Is the old man all right?"

Monte Cristo did not speak, and Lin Ke replied, "The old man is calm, and Prosecutor Villefort is crazy."

"My God!" moaned Maximilian, clasping his head in his arms, "my poor Valentine, her relatives have suffered bad luck. How could God have the heart to treat this lovely girl like this?"

Monte Cristo said to him at this moment, "Maximilian, come with me to the study, I have something to tell you."

Maximilian asked in surprise, "What is it?"

The Count of Monte Cristo had already entered the room, and Lin Ke said to Maximilian, "Maybe it can solve your sorrow, go."

Like a ghost, Maximilian followed Lin Ke into the study.

Lin Ke thought, maybe they will leave Paris soon, leave this nightmare and disgusting place, and return to their warm home.