Grasp the farming script in the famous book
Chapter 58 The Monte Cristo Plane 14
Roland and her friends retreated a little slower. When the crowd rushed down from the stage, Roland and the others happened to block the door of the lounge.
An actress walked quickly and stopped in front of Roland.
The two just had a face-to-face meeting.
Roland recognized the other party. It was Miss Donna Bello who had just sung perfectly on the stage "Princess Isabella".
Coincidentally, Roland and Donna were about the same age and height. Both of them even had thick black hair and a smile mole on the corner of their mouth, but Miss Donna's mole was more obvious.
Donna was wearing a costume, and when the lights came on, her whole body was shining.
But if you look closely, all the decorations on her costumes are glass beads, which are good-looking, and have no value.
Roland was wearing a well-tailored dress with a low chest, revealing Roland's beautiful collarbone and a bright and huge diamond between her neck.
Even the folds of her dress had a little bit of diamonds in it.
Roland stood in front of Donna, immediately bringing out the sense of cheapness all over her body.
Miss Donna Bello, a famous opera actress, coloratura soprano, and pillar of the Royal Opera House who was immediately compared, just stood opposite Roland, looking at Roland coldly.
Once Donna stopped, many people holding flowers immediately caught up and surrounded Donna.
"How did my lounge become a place where anyone can come?" Donna asked.
Miss Polpora stepped forward to apologize: "Donna, my friends are coming backstage for the first time..."
"Hey, my lounge is not the Luxembourg Garden, not a place where noble ladies and wives come to hang out." Donna said arrogantly.
Obviously, Miss Popola didn't dare to offend this "pillar" and dragged her friends away quickly.
Before leaving, Roland inevitably glanced back at Miss Donna.
She originally thought that the prima donna was extremely glamorous—but now, in the audience, the makeup really helped her a lot; at a close distance, this heavy makeup is not only not glamorous, but a bit scary.
This soprano with a beautiful voice looks like she is only 25 or [-] years old and in her prime.
Unexpectedly, Roland's glance back made Miss Donna even more displeased. Her two beautiful eyebrows slanted up, and she let out a cold snort.
Miss Popola knew that this was a sign of the anger of the "pillars", so she hurriedly took the hands of the two friends, and fled as if flying along the aisle——
Miss Popola is a newcomer to the troupe, except for harmony and backup dance, she doesn't have any chance to display her talents.
Naturally, she will not have her own lounge.
Therefore, the three good friends could only squeeze into the empty corner of the backstage to talk.
Louise took out a small box that had been hidden in her bosom for a long time, and handed it to Popola.
"For you."
Miss Porpora opened it and saw inside were a dozen madeleines, baked in shell molds and smelling strongly of butter and sugar.
"Great!"
Popola grabbed one and put it in his mouth, grateful while eating:
"It's my first time on stage, I'm so nervous... At noon... I didn't eat anything..."
She ate one quickly, and then remembered to share it with her friends, and quickly lifted the box up: "Eugénie, Louise, come..."
So the three young girls huddled together, enjoying delicious madeleines and listening to Miss Popola's gossip.
Roland did not expect that the Grand Theater would be a place of extreme gossip.Compared to Meriton in the previous plane, it is even worse.
Many of the gossips are about "Taizhuzi" Donna.
"It seems that Miss Donna has changed her lover again. The original Marquis of Anjou hasn't come to see her for a while... But anyway, there are so many suitors around her that they can line up from here to the Arc de Triomphe..."
"correct,"
After eating the third madeleine, Porpoola finally remembered something very important.
"One thing, I don't know if it's true."
"When I passed by the head of the troupe's office the day before yesterday, I heard them say...the troupe owes a lot of foreign debts..."
"Eugénie, tell me, will the troupe go bankrupt or disband?"
After finishing her madeleines, Porpora started nibbling her fingernails again—the same way she used to do when she was in the girls' boarding school: a little movement like this when she was nervous.Both Roland and Louise knew it well.
Roland could understand his friend's feelings: After graduation, he finally found a new job, but he accidentally heard that this job was actually precarious?
Roland didn't know the inside story, so he could only comfort him casually.
"It'll be fine. The Royal Opera Troupe is such a big troupe and so popular, even if there are debts that need to be transferred, someone will definitely take over."
"The troupe has disbanded, what are we watching with so many audiences?"
After hearing this, Miss Popola thought about it, and immediately stopped being entangled. She reached out to take the fourth cake, but retracted her hand embarrassedly.
"Okay, today is just the first time, we will visit you from time to time in the future. You will often need to receive us backstage."
Roland said goodbye to his friends.
"We look forward to the day you become prima donna."
She took Louise, bid farewell to Mademoiselle Popola, and went backstage.
Louise went directly to find the carriage of the Tanglar family, and Roland had to go back to find Mrs. Tanglar, pick his mother out of the group of "suitors", and then go home together.
After Roland and Louise left, Miss Polpora patted her gradually full stomach and returned to the troupe contentedly, ready to help clean up.
"So you're counting on becoming prima donna? To take my place?"
Suddenly a voice sounded from behind Miss Popola, startling her.
"Miss Donna..."
Popola patted his heart and turned around.She looked at the "Taizhuzi" behind him who had changed her costume, removed her heavy makeup, and was wearing a loose robe.
"……I did not mean that,"
Porpoola had always admired Miss Donna's talents, and knew how jealous this woman would be if she was jealous.
She hastened to say: "My friend saw me on stage for the first time and came over to cheer me up. It was just a casual word of kindness."
Donna sneered when she heard the words:
"It's not a bad thing to be ambitious, but please don't confuse ambition with delusion."
Porpora is also a girl with a temper, otherwise she would not have challenged Roland and the others back then.Hearing Donna's words, she pursed her lips tightly and remained silent, refusing to show weakness.
"Who is that friend of yours—the one with the diamond around her neck?"
"Her name is Eugenie, and she is a banker's lady!"
Polpora suddenly remembered Roland's talent, and immediately counterattacked with a smile: "My singing is not worth mentioning compared to Miss Eugenie's talent. My recommender, Mrs. Dupre, once praised Eugenie and thought she was The most promising soprano in France."
"If Eugenie hadn't been unable to join the troupe because of her limited status—it would be a breeze for her to become the leading soprano."
These words really excited Donna.
Porpora set up an "imaginary enemy" for Miss Donna, but this "imaginary enemy" would never have the possibility of competing with her on the same stage.
This is the most frustrating thing.
The soprano stared at Porpora with staring eyes, and after staring at her for a long time, she slowly turned around with a sullen expression, and walked back to her lounge alone.
In May, the most sensational news in Paris was naturally the arrival of the Count of Monte Cristo himself.
Viscount Albert de Morcerf dutifully acted as an introducer into Parisian society for his savior.
Mr. Debray, who did not believe in the existence of the Count of Monte Cristo, was naturally severely beaten in the face.
As Madame Tanglar wished, the Count of Monte Cristo himself really opened an "unlimited withdrawal" account at Tanglar Bank.
Baron Tanglar was startled by the word "infinite" in "unlimited withdrawal", and hurriedly introduced the "Emperor from the East" to Mrs. Tanglar.
Roland met the "Lord Count of Monte Cristo" in Madame Tanglar's small living room.
"Where have I had the honor to meet you?"
After Roland saluted the Count of Monte Cristo, he asked him this question.
The Count of Monte Cristo cast a puzzled glance at her.
The count was a rather handsome middle-aged man, with black hair, dark eyes, a full sky, a black beard, and a papery complexion.
His clothes are extremely simple, but only those who have been in high society for a long time know how rare this kind of "simplicity" is - it may require ten times more wealth than "luxury" to acquire and pursue it.
"I think this is the first time I have the opportunity to see you, Miss Tanglar."
"I've only been in Paris for two days."
Roland immediately smiled apologetically: "Then I admitted my mistake."
It was only two or three months before she returned to Paris.Before that, she had been living in a boarding school for girls near Monlerita, dealing with female teachers and villagers in Lina Village every day.
In that environment, it was impossible for her to have seen this rich man without being impressed.
She shook her head slightly, trying to get this ridiculous thought out of her mind.
Unexpectedly, when she raised her eyes again, she saw that the Count of Monte Cristo was also looking at her with some guard in his eyes.
It's just that the vigilance was fleeting, and this visitor, who turned into a spring breeze in a blink of an eye, was testing the Parisian social circle with an attitude of awe and caution.
Madame Tanglar asked Louise to "play a little music" for everyone.
This was a good opportunity for her to escape. Roland immediately stood up with a cold face, and replied with a chilling attitude: Miss de Amely is her friend, not a servant in this family.
Then she got up to leave.
Madame Danglars was dumbfounded, she quickly covered it up, and ordered someone to bring some iced drink.She asked the count graciously, sherry, brandy, liqueur, or new wines from the suburbs of Paris... which one would he like to try.
Mrs. Tanglar didn't mention wine, but Roland remembered it.
Mr. Wilmore who came to buy wine at her winery...
In terms of appearance, Mr. Wilmore and the Count of Monte Cristo are naturally two completely different people.
In terms of accent, one speaks only authentic English and the other speaks standard French with a slight southern (Maltese or Greek) accent.
But Roland could feel that there were extremely small similarities between the two.
Perhaps these two people will inadvertently reveal a little sense of vicissitudes?
This kind of vicissitudes is very natural for the British wandering in a foreign land, but it is a bit contrary to the rich and wealthy.
She couldn't express this subtle feeling of disobedience in words, so she stopped at that time, turned her head again in doubt, and looked in the earl's direction.
Baron Danglars happened to be standing behind his wife at this time, boasting for the count:
"The Count of Monte Cristo has three banks, the Thomson and Fren Bank in Rome, the Alestan and Esculus Bank in Vienna, and the Barings Bank in London. Signed the notice of payment, 'Unlimited Withdrawal' Account 2 .”
"These three signatures alone are worth several million livres..."
Roland's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words "Thomson and Fren Bank".
There was no longer any doubt in her mind—
The Earl once appeared in front of him wearing a "vest".
Or, is it really that old-fashioned and arrogant British gentleman, and this one in front of you is the "vest"?
Her eyes were keenly caught by the Earl.
The other party nodded slightly at her.
Is this... the default?
But no matter what, the count in front of him didn't show any hostility other than refusing all the food and drink from Tanglar's family.
Roland was full of doubts, and bowed slightly to the earl, keeping a little bit of politeness before "walking away".
She returned to her living room just in time to see Luna walking around the house on a "catwalk" exercise, trying to stay in shape.
She picked up "Black and White Flower" and came to the window.
Luna struggled to free her head and asked Roland, "Lan Lan, what's wrong with you?"
Roland asked the cat: "This plane is a story about revenge, right?"
The cat became anxious immediately: "If I accidentally spoil it again, I really won't be able to stay here in the next plane..."
Roland let go and let the cat squat on the windowsill.
"It's okay, I don't want to know anything from you..."
She looked out the window.
The window of Miss Tanglar's living room was facing the mansion's stables, and Roland happened to see a pair of beautiful gray zebras being led out of the stables.
Madame Tanglar's exclamation was heard in the living room, followed by a violent quarrel.
Not long after, the Count of Monte Cristo left the Tanglar mansion.
Roland also left the living room window——
Black and white flowers jumped to her side nervously, seeing Roland resting his arms on his hands, thinking silently.
"Lan Lan, what are you thinking?" Luna asked curiously.
"I'm thinking, in this world, what kind of person can have the 'qualification' for revenge."
The second time Roland met the Count of Monte Cristo was at the Royal Opera House.
She is still the ice beauty who sits firmly in the box and is admired by everyone.
Only this time, her limelight was completely taken away by another beauty.
When the Count of Monte Cristo appeared in the theater box, he was accompanied by a beautiful woman in Greek attire.
Throughout the first act, the audience's thoughts were not on the stage, and everyone turned their heads frequently, paying attention to the box of the Count of Monte Cristo.
No one paid any attention to the Count sitting in the dark shadow, all eyes were on the beauty in oriental dress.
She was wearing a lantern-shaped embroidered blouse with a low neckline and a high waistline. Around her waist was a brightly colored belt with long silk tassels hanging down, outlining her slender waist.
All the buttons on her body were diamonds, or pendants studded with diamonds, which gleamed in the light through buttonholes embroidered with silver thread.
"Oh, diamonds..."
Sitting next to Roland, Debray sighed, "With these diamonds, a woman becomes a real princess."
"Poor Eugenie," Madame Tanglars patted her daughter's hand, "totally be outdone by others."
"Do not……"
Roland stared at the Greek princess in a daze.
"Even without those diamonds, I believe she is a real princess."
The Greek princess is certainly glamorous, she has an extremely delicate face, extremely elegant neck and arm lines.
Even without the halo created by wealth, she is still a gift from God.
She just stared at the Greek beauty in the distant box.Unexpectedly, the other party turned his head suddenly, smiled in Roland's direction, and nodded slightly.
Roland stood up decisively.
"Eugénie, what are you going to do?"
Madame Tanglars stopped her.
In this plane, young girls should not leave the theater box alone when the play begins—they sit in the box, receiving gazes from all directions, waiting for the "inspection" of suitors.
Roland sat directly in the last row of the box, leaving the seat next to Mrs. Tanglar vacant.
"I'll just sit in the back alone, so as not to delay your appreciation of the beauty of the Greek princess."
Mrs. Tanglar suddenly burst out laughing: "It is the first time in my life that our little princess has uttered such a sour word."
Debray also echoed with a smile: "It's no wonder that Miss Eugenie met an evenly matched opponent for the first time."
Roland smiled: You can just guess wildly.
She just wanted to occupy a favorable terrain.
During the intermission, Madame Tangral's box was very lively. The de Morcerfs and his sons came, and then the Count of Monte Cristo.
The lights dimmed as the orchestra struck the first notes of the second act.The guests sat down in Madame Tanglar's box, keeping quiet out of social etiquette.
The Count of Monte Cristo sat near the door of the box.
When the actors sang a beautiful aria on the stage, the earl stood up, sat forward, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "bravo!"
The attention of the guests in the box was either on the count or on the stage, but no one noticed that there was only a cashmere cloak left on the seat of Miss Tanglar, covering the back of the chair, like a cloak silhouette.
Roland took out the box.
There was no one in the aisle outside the box. Occasionally, a servant or maid would wait outside the door of the box. Seeing a young lady dressed like this, they bowed their heads in salute.
Roland quickly found the Count of Monte Cristo's box. Before reaching the door of the box, she smelled a charming fragrance: mint, cardamom, cherries, roses... mixed with moist water vapor and a little spicy, smoke smell.
This is - hookah.
Roland was amazed that someone was enjoying Arabic shisha outside the box in the Grand Theater?
As she had guessed, Roland saw a dark-skinned Nubian at the door of the Count of Monte Cristo's box, holding an honest cigarette lamp in both hands.
The beautiful and charming Greek princess is leaning against the door at this moment, holding a hookah in her hand.
The beauties from the East are gorgeous and radiant when seen from a distance, but they are breathtakingly beautiful when viewed up close.
Under her lantern-shaped blouse and slender waist, she also wore a pair of white silk lantern-shaped trousers. She was barefoot and wore a pair of red leather slippers studded with jewels.Those white jade-like feet were restless, bit by bit all the time, as if trying to break free from the pair of beautiful slippers.
When she saw Roland, she opened her mouth immediately, and gently exhaled a white mist like smoke.
"Miss Tanglar?" the Greek beauty asked with a smile.
Roland nodded.
"Thank you!"
The greeting from the Greek beauty was a bit unexpected.
An actress walked quickly and stopped in front of Roland.
The two just had a face-to-face meeting.
Roland recognized the other party. It was Miss Donna Bello who had just sung perfectly on the stage "Princess Isabella".
Coincidentally, Roland and Donna were about the same age and height. Both of them even had thick black hair and a smile mole on the corner of their mouth, but Miss Donna's mole was more obvious.
Donna was wearing a costume, and when the lights came on, her whole body was shining.
But if you look closely, all the decorations on her costumes are glass beads, which are good-looking, and have no value.
Roland was wearing a well-tailored dress with a low chest, revealing Roland's beautiful collarbone and a bright and huge diamond between her neck.
Even the folds of her dress had a little bit of diamonds in it.
Roland stood in front of Donna, immediately bringing out the sense of cheapness all over her body.
Miss Donna Bello, a famous opera actress, coloratura soprano, and pillar of the Royal Opera House who was immediately compared, just stood opposite Roland, looking at Roland coldly.
Once Donna stopped, many people holding flowers immediately caught up and surrounded Donna.
"How did my lounge become a place where anyone can come?" Donna asked.
Miss Polpora stepped forward to apologize: "Donna, my friends are coming backstage for the first time..."
"Hey, my lounge is not the Luxembourg Garden, not a place where noble ladies and wives come to hang out." Donna said arrogantly.
Obviously, Miss Popola didn't dare to offend this "pillar" and dragged her friends away quickly.
Before leaving, Roland inevitably glanced back at Miss Donna.
She originally thought that the prima donna was extremely glamorous—but now, in the audience, the makeup really helped her a lot; at a close distance, this heavy makeup is not only not glamorous, but a bit scary.
This soprano with a beautiful voice looks like she is only 25 or [-] years old and in her prime.
Unexpectedly, Roland's glance back made Miss Donna even more displeased. Her two beautiful eyebrows slanted up, and she let out a cold snort.
Miss Popola knew that this was a sign of the anger of the "pillars", so she hurriedly took the hands of the two friends, and fled as if flying along the aisle——
Miss Popola is a newcomer to the troupe, except for harmony and backup dance, she doesn't have any chance to display her talents.
Naturally, she will not have her own lounge.
Therefore, the three good friends could only squeeze into the empty corner of the backstage to talk.
Louise took out a small box that had been hidden in her bosom for a long time, and handed it to Popola.
"For you."
Miss Porpora opened it and saw inside were a dozen madeleines, baked in shell molds and smelling strongly of butter and sugar.
"Great!"
Popola grabbed one and put it in his mouth, grateful while eating:
"It's my first time on stage, I'm so nervous... At noon... I didn't eat anything..."
She ate one quickly, and then remembered to share it with her friends, and quickly lifted the box up: "Eugénie, Louise, come..."
So the three young girls huddled together, enjoying delicious madeleines and listening to Miss Popola's gossip.
Roland did not expect that the Grand Theater would be a place of extreme gossip.Compared to Meriton in the previous plane, it is even worse.
Many of the gossips are about "Taizhuzi" Donna.
"It seems that Miss Donna has changed her lover again. The original Marquis of Anjou hasn't come to see her for a while... But anyway, there are so many suitors around her that they can line up from here to the Arc de Triomphe..."
"correct,"
After eating the third madeleine, Porpoola finally remembered something very important.
"One thing, I don't know if it's true."
"When I passed by the head of the troupe's office the day before yesterday, I heard them say...the troupe owes a lot of foreign debts..."
"Eugénie, tell me, will the troupe go bankrupt or disband?"
After finishing her madeleines, Porpora started nibbling her fingernails again—the same way she used to do when she was in the girls' boarding school: a little movement like this when she was nervous.Both Roland and Louise knew it well.
Roland could understand his friend's feelings: After graduation, he finally found a new job, but he accidentally heard that this job was actually precarious?
Roland didn't know the inside story, so he could only comfort him casually.
"It'll be fine. The Royal Opera Troupe is such a big troupe and so popular, even if there are debts that need to be transferred, someone will definitely take over."
"The troupe has disbanded, what are we watching with so many audiences?"
After hearing this, Miss Popola thought about it, and immediately stopped being entangled. She reached out to take the fourth cake, but retracted her hand embarrassedly.
"Okay, today is just the first time, we will visit you from time to time in the future. You will often need to receive us backstage."
Roland said goodbye to his friends.
"We look forward to the day you become prima donna."
She took Louise, bid farewell to Mademoiselle Popola, and went backstage.
Louise went directly to find the carriage of the Tanglar family, and Roland had to go back to find Mrs. Tanglar, pick his mother out of the group of "suitors", and then go home together.
After Roland and Louise left, Miss Polpora patted her gradually full stomach and returned to the troupe contentedly, ready to help clean up.
"So you're counting on becoming prima donna? To take my place?"
Suddenly a voice sounded from behind Miss Popola, startling her.
"Miss Donna..."
Popola patted his heart and turned around.She looked at the "Taizhuzi" behind him who had changed her costume, removed her heavy makeup, and was wearing a loose robe.
"……I did not mean that,"
Porpoola had always admired Miss Donna's talents, and knew how jealous this woman would be if she was jealous.
She hastened to say: "My friend saw me on stage for the first time and came over to cheer me up. It was just a casual word of kindness."
Donna sneered when she heard the words:
"It's not a bad thing to be ambitious, but please don't confuse ambition with delusion."
Porpora is also a girl with a temper, otherwise she would not have challenged Roland and the others back then.Hearing Donna's words, she pursed her lips tightly and remained silent, refusing to show weakness.
"Who is that friend of yours—the one with the diamond around her neck?"
"Her name is Eugenie, and she is a banker's lady!"
Polpora suddenly remembered Roland's talent, and immediately counterattacked with a smile: "My singing is not worth mentioning compared to Miss Eugenie's talent. My recommender, Mrs. Dupre, once praised Eugenie and thought she was The most promising soprano in France."
"If Eugenie hadn't been unable to join the troupe because of her limited status—it would be a breeze for her to become the leading soprano."
These words really excited Donna.
Porpora set up an "imaginary enemy" for Miss Donna, but this "imaginary enemy" would never have the possibility of competing with her on the same stage.
This is the most frustrating thing.
The soprano stared at Porpora with staring eyes, and after staring at her for a long time, she slowly turned around with a sullen expression, and walked back to her lounge alone.
In May, the most sensational news in Paris was naturally the arrival of the Count of Monte Cristo himself.
Viscount Albert de Morcerf dutifully acted as an introducer into Parisian society for his savior.
Mr. Debray, who did not believe in the existence of the Count of Monte Cristo, was naturally severely beaten in the face.
As Madame Tanglar wished, the Count of Monte Cristo himself really opened an "unlimited withdrawal" account at Tanglar Bank.
Baron Tanglar was startled by the word "infinite" in "unlimited withdrawal", and hurriedly introduced the "Emperor from the East" to Mrs. Tanglar.
Roland met the "Lord Count of Monte Cristo" in Madame Tanglar's small living room.
"Where have I had the honor to meet you?"
After Roland saluted the Count of Monte Cristo, he asked him this question.
The Count of Monte Cristo cast a puzzled glance at her.
The count was a rather handsome middle-aged man, with black hair, dark eyes, a full sky, a black beard, and a papery complexion.
His clothes are extremely simple, but only those who have been in high society for a long time know how rare this kind of "simplicity" is - it may require ten times more wealth than "luxury" to acquire and pursue it.
"I think this is the first time I have the opportunity to see you, Miss Tanglar."
"I've only been in Paris for two days."
Roland immediately smiled apologetically: "Then I admitted my mistake."
It was only two or three months before she returned to Paris.Before that, she had been living in a boarding school for girls near Monlerita, dealing with female teachers and villagers in Lina Village every day.
In that environment, it was impossible for her to have seen this rich man without being impressed.
She shook her head slightly, trying to get this ridiculous thought out of her mind.
Unexpectedly, when she raised her eyes again, she saw that the Count of Monte Cristo was also looking at her with some guard in his eyes.
It's just that the vigilance was fleeting, and this visitor, who turned into a spring breeze in a blink of an eye, was testing the Parisian social circle with an attitude of awe and caution.
Madame Tanglar asked Louise to "play a little music" for everyone.
This was a good opportunity for her to escape. Roland immediately stood up with a cold face, and replied with a chilling attitude: Miss de Amely is her friend, not a servant in this family.
Then she got up to leave.
Madame Danglars was dumbfounded, she quickly covered it up, and ordered someone to bring some iced drink.She asked the count graciously, sherry, brandy, liqueur, or new wines from the suburbs of Paris... which one would he like to try.
Mrs. Tanglar didn't mention wine, but Roland remembered it.
Mr. Wilmore who came to buy wine at her winery...
In terms of appearance, Mr. Wilmore and the Count of Monte Cristo are naturally two completely different people.
In terms of accent, one speaks only authentic English and the other speaks standard French with a slight southern (Maltese or Greek) accent.
But Roland could feel that there were extremely small similarities between the two.
Perhaps these two people will inadvertently reveal a little sense of vicissitudes?
This kind of vicissitudes is very natural for the British wandering in a foreign land, but it is a bit contrary to the rich and wealthy.
She couldn't express this subtle feeling of disobedience in words, so she stopped at that time, turned her head again in doubt, and looked in the earl's direction.
Baron Danglars happened to be standing behind his wife at this time, boasting for the count:
"The Count of Monte Cristo has three banks, the Thomson and Fren Bank in Rome, the Alestan and Esculus Bank in Vienna, and the Barings Bank in London. Signed the notice of payment, 'Unlimited Withdrawal' Account 2 .”
"These three signatures alone are worth several million livres..."
Roland's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words "Thomson and Fren Bank".
There was no longer any doubt in her mind—
The Earl once appeared in front of him wearing a "vest".
Or, is it really that old-fashioned and arrogant British gentleman, and this one in front of you is the "vest"?
Her eyes were keenly caught by the Earl.
The other party nodded slightly at her.
Is this... the default?
But no matter what, the count in front of him didn't show any hostility other than refusing all the food and drink from Tanglar's family.
Roland was full of doubts, and bowed slightly to the earl, keeping a little bit of politeness before "walking away".
She returned to her living room just in time to see Luna walking around the house on a "catwalk" exercise, trying to stay in shape.
She picked up "Black and White Flower" and came to the window.
Luna struggled to free her head and asked Roland, "Lan Lan, what's wrong with you?"
Roland asked the cat: "This plane is a story about revenge, right?"
The cat became anxious immediately: "If I accidentally spoil it again, I really won't be able to stay here in the next plane..."
Roland let go and let the cat squat on the windowsill.
"It's okay, I don't want to know anything from you..."
She looked out the window.
The window of Miss Tanglar's living room was facing the mansion's stables, and Roland happened to see a pair of beautiful gray zebras being led out of the stables.
Madame Tanglar's exclamation was heard in the living room, followed by a violent quarrel.
Not long after, the Count of Monte Cristo left the Tanglar mansion.
Roland also left the living room window——
Black and white flowers jumped to her side nervously, seeing Roland resting his arms on his hands, thinking silently.
"Lan Lan, what are you thinking?" Luna asked curiously.
"I'm thinking, in this world, what kind of person can have the 'qualification' for revenge."
The second time Roland met the Count of Monte Cristo was at the Royal Opera House.
She is still the ice beauty who sits firmly in the box and is admired by everyone.
Only this time, her limelight was completely taken away by another beauty.
When the Count of Monte Cristo appeared in the theater box, he was accompanied by a beautiful woman in Greek attire.
Throughout the first act, the audience's thoughts were not on the stage, and everyone turned their heads frequently, paying attention to the box of the Count of Monte Cristo.
No one paid any attention to the Count sitting in the dark shadow, all eyes were on the beauty in oriental dress.
She was wearing a lantern-shaped embroidered blouse with a low neckline and a high waistline. Around her waist was a brightly colored belt with long silk tassels hanging down, outlining her slender waist.
All the buttons on her body were diamonds, or pendants studded with diamonds, which gleamed in the light through buttonholes embroidered with silver thread.
"Oh, diamonds..."
Sitting next to Roland, Debray sighed, "With these diamonds, a woman becomes a real princess."
"Poor Eugenie," Madame Tanglars patted her daughter's hand, "totally be outdone by others."
"Do not……"
Roland stared at the Greek princess in a daze.
"Even without those diamonds, I believe she is a real princess."
The Greek princess is certainly glamorous, she has an extremely delicate face, extremely elegant neck and arm lines.
Even without the halo created by wealth, she is still a gift from God.
She just stared at the Greek beauty in the distant box.Unexpectedly, the other party turned his head suddenly, smiled in Roland's direction, and nodded slightly.
Roland stood up decisively.
"Eugénie, what are you going to do?"
Madame Tanglars stopped her.
In this plane, young girls should not leave the theater box alone when the play begins—they sit in the box, receiving gazes from all directions, waiting for the "inspection" of suitors.
Roland sat directly in the last row of the box, leaving the seat next to Mrs. Tanglar vacant.
"I'll just sit in the back alone, so as not to delay your appreciation of the beauty of the Greek princess."
Mrs. Tanglar suddenly burst out laughing: "It is the first time in my life that our little princess has uttered such a sour word."
Debray also echoed with a smile: "It's no wonder that Miss Eugenie met an evenly matched opponent for the first time."
Roland smiled: You can just guess wildly.
She just wanted to occupy a favorable terrain.
During the intermission, Madame Tangral's box was very lively. The de Morcerfs and his sons came, and then the Count of Monte Cristo.
The lights dimmed as the orchestra struck the first notes of the second act.The guests sat down in Madame Tanglar's box, keeping quiet out of social etiquette.
The Count of Monte Cristo sat near the door of the box.
When the actors sang a beautiful aria on the stage, the earl stood up, sat forward, clapped his hands, and said loudly: "bravo!"
The attention of the guests in the box was either on the count or on the stage, but no one noticed that there was only a cashmere cloak left on the seat of Miss Tanglar, covering the back of the chair, like a cloak silhouette.
Roland took out the box.
There was no one in the aisle outside the box. Occasionally, a servant or maid would wait outside the door of the box. Seeing a young lady dressed like this, they bowed their heads in salute.
Roland quickly found the Count of Monte Cristo's box. Before reaching the door of the box, she smelled a charming fragrance: mint, cardamom, cherries, roses... mixed with moist water vapor and a little spicy, smoke smell.
This is - hookah.
Roland was amazed that someone was enjoying Arabic shisha outside the box in the Grand Theater?
As she had guessed, Roland saw a dark-skinned Nubian at the door of the Count of Monte Cristo's box, holding an honest cigarette lamp in both hands.
The beautiful and charming Greek princess is leaning against the door at this moment, holding a hookah in her hand.
The beauties from the East are gorgeous and radiant when seen from a distance, but they are breathtakingly beautiful when viewed up close.
Under her lantern-shaped blouse and slender waist, she also wore a pair of white silk lantern-shaped trousers. She was barefoot and wore a pair of red leather slippers studded with jewels.Those white jade-like feet were restless, bit by bit all the time, as if trying to break free from the pair of beautiful slippers.
When she saw Roland, she opened her mouth immediately, and gently exhaled a white mist like smoke.
"Miss Tanglar?" the Greek beauty asked with a smile.
Roland nodded.
"Thank you!"
The greeting from the Greek beauty was a bit unexpected.
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