Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Viscount Andrea Cavalcanti?"

Roland repeated the long and awkward name, wondering why there are so many nobles in this plane, everyone's titles don't cost money, can they be picked up casually?

"Your father said he was a prince, or a prince."

Mrs. Tanglar was playing with the gloves on her hands boredly, and said to Roland with her head lowered.

"A son of a noble family in Florence, the son of an old general in Italy, but he was brought up by a tutor since he was a child, grew up in France, and received a French-style education."

"He was introduced to Parisian society by the Count of Monte Cristo. The Count knew his family well."

"Your father insisted that his father owned millions of dollars in property, and all of it would be inherited by Andrea, the only son."

"Eugénie, my darling, you now have another choice."

The way Mrs. Tanglar raised her head and smiled at Roland reminded her of her mother in the previous plane. Mrs. Bennett said, "God sent you a husband again."

"That young man is really eye-catching and handsome."

"So if you are really dissatisfied with Albert, you can also consider Andrea."

Madame Tanglar smiled, as if there was a plate of fruits from all over the place in front of her, for Roland to choose at will.

But in fact, behind Albert is Count de Morcerf's status in the political and military circles, and behind Andrea is the wealth from Italy.

Baron Tanglar is probably regretting now that he didn't have two daughters.

"Mom, to be honest, I don't want to get married."

Mrs. Tanglar twitched her lips in embarrassment: "Don't say this in front of your father - he just recently lost 100 million francs on Spanish public debt, and his eyes will light up whenever he sees money."

"Listen to your father and meet Andrea."

"It's not too late to decide on the marriage partner. In case Albert goes to Andrea for a duel..."

"duel?"

Roland was surprised.

She was not surprised that Albert would fight for himself.With the recent relationship, she began to understand this "childhood sweetheart" young man - Albert took honor very seriously.

What really surprised Roland was that Mrs. Tanglar so complacently described the enmity between the two young men, which Roland would create.

——Is this something to be proud of?

Soon, the maid outside the box came in to report: "Viscount Andrea has arrived."

This young viscount, whose status is comparable to that of a prince, indeed has a very good skin, as Mrs. Tanglar said.

He has short blond hair, white skin, handsome eyebrows, and a tall figure. When he saw Roland, his pair of clear blue eyes immediately narrowed, like a pair of crescent moons.

As for his clothes, in Roland's eyes, there are only two words - "exaggerated".

Roland especially disliked men who wore diamond rings on their little fingers—how could such men do farm work?

Andrea is wearing such a ring on the little finger of his right hand, and he occasionally flicks his hair lightly, and the diamonds sparkle between his golden hair.

Mrs. Tanglar seemed to like Andrea very much. After the young people met each other, she immediately pulled the young viscount to her side, and the two chatted lightly.

Roland sat behind these two, only silent.

She suddenly felt that Andrea's personality was somewhat similar to Mrs. Tanglar's.

Both have blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and fair skin...they even have similar faces.

On the contrary, Roland has black hair and black eyes, and he has completely inherited the appearance characteristics of Baron Tanglar.

The two were also very congenial in their conversation—Andrea was very good at talking about what he liked, and he was full of witty remarks about the sensual dogs and horses in Paris.Madame Danglars laughed wildly beside him for a moment.

Roland was thinking about how to get rid of such a "suitor" she didn't like. Fortunately, the maid came in to report again at this time.

"The Count of Monte Cristo invited Mademoiselle to his box."

Madame Tanglar and Andrea were startled at the same time.

Ordinarily, the Count of Monte Cristo was Andrea's introducer, and it was this adult who made the introduction of Andrea to the only daughter of the Tanglar family.

Why did the earl invite Roland away at this time?

Roland had roughly figured out what was going on.

Like a neglected child, she stood up, raised her head and walked out, almost letting out a cold snort——

When she arrived at the Count of Monte Cristo's box, she entered and said hello: "Heidi!"

The Greek girl turned around happily: "Eugénie—"

Where was the Count of Monte Cristo alone to invite her?It's Heidi, she's so boring, do you want someone to talk to?

"Your opera troupe performed well today!"

Heidi smiled and pulled her to sit down, looking at the stage in the distance.

On the stage, Miss Donna Bello, Miss Popola and others are slowly taking the curtain call.

Although today's attendance rate is not high, Donna's singing still won a lot of cheers.At this time, many of her admirers were sending flowers to the stage.

Donna's attitude has changed a bit—she used to be proud of her talent and didn't look down on anyone, but today she showed sincere gratitude, shook hands with supporters seriously, and expressed her gratitude to them.

"You are very well informed." Roland raised his eyebrows.

But that's not surprising either.

When the Count of Monte Cristo broke the news of the "Express" to her, he must have foreseen that she would use it to save the opera company.

If the Count of Monte Cristo knew the news, Heidi would know it too.

"During the day today, I still want to sneak up to the Grand Opera House to see how you can get the troupe through this crisis."

"Unfortunately the Earl has brought a visitor to see me—"

Heidi's expression revealed a bit of melancholy: "Oh, I'm still not free."

Roland asked curiously: "Why? Isn't the Count of Monte Cristo your protector? Does he still restrict your freedom?"

Heidi immediately gave Roland a blank look.

Roland: "Okay, I understand, I'm the only one in the dream who doesn't know the plot."

Heidi laughed again immediately: "Let's not talk about that, let's talk about your troupe."

She stood up from the box and waved to the actors on the stage.

Roland also stood up from his seat and stood beside Heidi with his arms folded.

Miss Popola has very good eyesight, she saw her old classmate on the stage at a glance, and immediately told the news to all colleagues.

All the actors of the troupe on the stage immediately started waving to Heidi and Roland.

Someone shouted a slogan, including Donna, all the actors bowed in the direction of Roland in unison.

Heidi was so happy, she patted her little hands red, and said to Roland at the same time: "You are very good at it! In such a short period of time, everyone has become so obedient to you, even Donna is no exception."

"Donna sang really well today!"

"By the way, the business in your theater is a bit deserted today. Would you like me to help you tomorrow?"

Roland was curious: "How can I help?"

"Tomorrow night I will come to see your troupe's performance, and I am fascinated by Miss Donna's singing. The Count of Monte Cristo will throw a diamond ring on flowers to Miss Donna - this will be written by the commentator the day after tomorrow. From the newspapers, everyone in Paris knows that Miss Donna is still at the top..."

Roland suddenly laughed: "Listen to you, the Count of Monte Cristo is simply a Potemkin? Will he sprinkle diamonds all the way?"

Before Heidi could answer, Roland shook his head and said, "There's no need—Heidi, I don't think this is your property. I can't bear to squander other people's property like this."

Heidi laughed with a "chi" and said, "You are indeed an independent and self-reliant girl, the Earl's judgment is correct."

"If only I could move freely in Paris like you do."

After laughing, Heidi sighed with emotion.

"According to me, you shouldn't advertise that you only speak modern Greek," Roland pointed out the crux of the problem, "If that's the case, the Earl's threshold will probably be broken, and the young people who come to show courteousness will be like a crucian carp crossing the river. , you have no time to think about anything else."

Heidi sighed helplessly: "No, I can't do this."

Roland also sighed: Obviously, this Heidi who is both a friend and an "opponent" has too many secrets.

"However, when I finish 'that thing', I should be free. At that time, it won't be too late for me to come to you again." Heidi thought about the prospect, her mood improved, and she started joking with Roland again.

"By the way, I may indeed need your help with something tomorrow."

Roland remembered Mrs. Tanglar and Viscount Andrea who were still waiting for her in the box next door.

Heidi made a long face on purpose, and said: "Miss Eugenie, please note that we are now 'opponents' who are secretly competing for favor!"

Roland was stunned. It wasn't until Heidi laughed again that she realized that the other party was joking.

"If you want me to help you, just ask!"

Heidi spoke boldly.

The next day, Heidi made an appointment with Roland to meet at the Grand Opera House.

The opera troupe performed as usual that day.

The attendance rate was a little higher than the previous day, but it still did not reach the previous grand occasion.

In particular, many of the boxes were still empty, which seemed somewhat depressed.

It is said that yesterday's commentator did write a good report, but it was suppressed by the editor of the newspaper.

But Roland was not discouraged. She had even arranged for people to collect all the flowers used to decorate the stage and box yesterday and send them to a special place to make green organic fertilizer.

The Grand Opera House used to decorate today is all fresh flowers that have just been delivered.

The petals seem to still have dew on them, and they have already appeared in the hall and in each box.This kind of vision makes people preconceived, thinking that this is a vibrant troupe, presenting the most exciting performances to the audience anytime and anywhere.

In addition, this also proves from the side - the troupe's finances have no problems, and the entire theater seems to be filled with three large characters from the roof to the floor: "Sister is rich".

Most of the people who came to the theater to watch the performance came to see what happened after hearing about the good reputation of yesterday's performance.

Although the attendance rate didn't increase much, Roland wasn't worried at all.

She firmly believes that the reputation of the "Royal Opera Troupe" will be like the reputation of "Monllery North and South Foodstuffs", which will slowly build up and become more and more famous.

Viscount Andrea also came to the Grand Opera House.

This time it was Madame Tanglar's turn to "drop in" to another box, leaving her daughter and Andrea alone in the box.

She even arranged to have dinner with Mr. Debray that evening, and asked Andrea to take her daughter home instead.

When there were only Roland and Andrea in the box, it was very quiet.Obviously, the two are thinking about their own thoughts.

"Your Excellency, Viscount Cavalcanti," said the time agreed between Roland and Heidi, she stood up and greeted Andrea politely.

Andrea also stood up immediately, with a gentle smile on her face and a small star in her eyes, looking at Roland.

He behaves elegantly and has a chic demeanor-if Roland evaluates him, this is simply Wickham's second.

"Please call me Andrea, Mademoiselle Eugenie."

Andrea respectfully kissed Roland's hand.

After he heard that Roland was going to leave for a while, his eyes were a little surprised, but he still nodded in agreement, and promised: "Miss, I will always be here waiting for you—"

Roland immediately turned and left the box and came to Heidi.

She huddled in a corner of Heidi's box, and quickly took off the long skirt she was wearing, revealing the shirt, vest and leggings she was wearing underneath.

She put on a pair of riding boots and put on a coat familiarly, then tied up her hair and stuffed it all into a peaked cap.

Heidi saw it and gave her a grin.

Roland immediately understood, and quickly wiped off the lipstick on his face with a tissue.

Now she looked like a beautiful dark-haired boy.

Heidi gave her a thumbs up to show her approval.

The next moment, Roland slipped out of the Count of Monte Cristo's box and had a face-to-face meeting with the Nubian black man.

Ali (whose name Roland had only recently learned) grinned at Roland, showing his white teeth.Even this black man is used to Roland's frequent comings and goings at the Grand Opera House.

Roland, dressed as a handsome boy, quietly slipped backstage.There she talked with Mrs. Dupre about the situation of the performance, and wanted to ask the theater manager about the daily expenses, but the theater manager was nowhere to be seen.

"Hector said he was going to do some errands, and he would be back later."

Someone relayed the message left by the theater manager.

Roland didn't have any urgent matters. She came here mainly to encourage and encourage the troupe, trying not to let their morale be affected by the attendance rate.

It's just that I can't see the manager now, so I have to trouble Heidi again tomorrow and continue to sneak out as usual.

Roland sighed, bid farewell to the backstage staff, and especially encouraged Miss de Amely who hadn't had much chance to perform before turning around and planning to go back to his box.

Just after returning from the backstage, Roland saw a figure slipping out of Mrs. Tanglar's box, looked around, and then walked away——

This person is none other than Andrea.

But coincidentally, Andrea also changed clothes.

He had earlier been dressed in a neat black suit, patent leather shoes, and snow-white gloves.

Meanwhile Andrea was dressed exactly like his own servant.Without looking away, he was leaving quickly along the steps of the Grand Opera House like a loyal footman hurrying home to fetch his master's pipe.

Roland pressed the peaked cap on her head, curiosity drove her to follow.

The two "gentlemen," one after the other, left the Grand Opera House and walked two hundred yards northwest along the Auberge Street, where they turned left into an alley.

Andrea walked in front, and Roland followed behind him. Occasionally, he needed to temporarily stop on the side of the street, turn around, and hide near the buildings on the side of the street.

Soon, the one person she was following became two.

Beside Andrea, there was an extra old man in short overalls...or maybe a middle-aged man.

Roland couldn't tell his age, but he could only see that the man had gray hair and a red checkered handkerchief wrapped around his head.His tall, thin body was covered only by a dirty short overalls.

"Red Square" put his hand on Andrea's shoulder.

Andrea seemed quite used to this kind of company and accepted it naturally.

The two walked towards a small bar in the depths of the alley together, pushed the door open, and disappeared inside the door one by one.

Roland felt that maybe he should stop and stop following Andrea.

But she was driven by curiosity, and felt that this man was really not like an Italian "prince".

So Roland also opened the door and entered the small bar.

The smell in the bistro was not pleasant: the smell of spirits mingled with the smell of frying meatloaves with garlic and cumin.

But there were not many people at the bar.

A bartender was sinking his head into washing a used beer glass. When he heard someone coming in, he raised his chin to the side aisle without raising his head.

"Everyone's over there," the bartender said in French with a strong southern accent.

Roland lowered his voice, snorted vaguely, lowered the brim of his peaked cap a little, and walked towards the direction pointed by the bartender.

In front of her was a long, narrow hallway that ended with a swinging door like that seen in bars.Inside the door seemed to be a miasma of smoke, and the smell of low-quality earthen smoke seeped out from behind the swinging door.

Roland walked into the corridor and found that he couldn't exit.

Behind her appeared the "Red Square"—a man, she must say, younger than she had imagined, with a swarthy face and ruby ​​eyes.He is only four or fifty years old at most.

The "red square" blocked her way, forcing her to move towards the swinging door.

She heard Andrea's voice from inside the door:

"My friends, have you ever thought about what power is?"

This turned out to be a... political speech belonging to this era?

"I can tell you clearly that power is the sum of the will of the people. It is the people who vote for those who are in power and empower them."

"But in France now, bankers, securities brokers, big landowners, big mine owners...these people control all kinds of power and work together."

"Can they represent the will of the people?—No."

"Did they give the popular vote?—No."

"Then the problem boils down to one thing: Get votes from the current Cabinet and Parliament. If they don't give it, we fight. It's as simple as that."

Immediately there was a lively discussion on the other side of the door.

Roland: ...!

The sound she heard suddenly was like a corner of a large fog was suddenly pushed aside, and light shone in.

Her feet were firmly planted in the passage, and even without the "red square", she would have chosen to stay here instead of turning around and running away.

"Everyone, I may have more experience in fighting than you all. I used to be in Toulon..."

At this time, the "red square" behind Roland suddenly interrupted Andrea's speech.

"Benedetto, don't rush to announce your past... I think we have a little guest here."

Roland: Andrea... Benedetto?

what on earth is it?