Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland followed Father Buzzoni to his apartment building, and the priest took off the hood on his head, immediately revealing the black hair that belonged to the Count of Monte Cristo.

Roland has never missed lifting his "vest".

But now Roland can't think of these at all.She looked up at the count, her big black eyes filled with mist.

"The last time I saw you, you told me yourself—"

"You have no intention of hurting anyone here. You just want to do some... 'precautions.'"

"But now Valentine's dead—"

"You and I both know what a simple and good soul she is."

"So, can you kindly tell me, what exactly are you doing... 'precautions'?"

The Count of Monte Cristo frowned deeply, and his black eyes were fixed on her.

"Miss, I know you are doubting me."

"Yes, it is true that I moved near this house to 'prevent' certain evils in the great house next door, as you suggest."

"But in fact I was late in the beginning."

"I had hardly tried to establish a passage from here to that house when the Marquise de Saint-Meran died. The crime had been committed."

Roland opened his eyes wide: everyone thought Valentine's grandmother died of a stroke, but the truth is... a crime?What crime is this, poisoning?

"After that, the tragedy in this house continued."

"A loyal old servant next to Noirtier also suffered from the same 'stroke' symptoms as the Marquis couple. This house began to be hailed by the servants as a 'cursed' haunted house."

"Then Valentine..."

"... yes, Valentine, that unworldly girl, innocent soul."

"Unfortunately, the evil hands extended to innocent people had discussed toxicology with me a few years ago, and they were regarded as inspired by me."

"You can say that whether I did it intentionally or not, that's how it happened."

"Miss, this world is much dirtier and more corrupt than you can imagine."

The Count of Monte Cristo looked at Roland's surprised eyes and showed a bleak smile.

"I was once like an evil angel, hiding behind those sinful secrets, watching it all with indifference and curiosity. 1"

"Even in order not to let this evil backfire on me, I specially cut a benefactor's child from this cursed family, so that he will never meet the love that should belong to him..."

Roland reached out to hold her heart, and she felt that something was extremely heavy and she couldn't break free.

Is this... the revenge from the Earl?

The count stood in front of her, half of his face was gnashing his teeth, but the other half of his face showed endless desolation.

If he had completely abandoned human feelings, then there was no need for him to explain all this to an insignificant little man like Roland.

All his sorrow and sorrow probably come from the fact that he is still a "human being".

If you don't hurt the other person, you will suffer yourself - this is the fate of the Avenger.But if the envoy of revenge ordered him to witness the harm of innocent people, self-blame and remorse would immediately follow.

The Earl seems to have fallen into the vicious circle that Heidi once fell into.

"Eugénie," the count closed his eyes, and his voice suddenly became as soft as a father's, "in the near future, you will see Valentine again—just as old Noirtier will see his loyal friend again." Like a servant."

Roland opened his eyes again.

Her heart felt like it was being hit hard again, but this time it was out of joy and relief.

Her eyes were still full of tears, but the corners of her lips could not help showing a smile.

——Yes, when the count mentioned Valentine and her grandfather's old servant just now, they only mentioned that they had "symptoms", but never mentioned that they had really "dead".

She was wrong about the Count.

—The Earl saved these innocent lives.

This is what the Earl should look like in her heart.

In fact, Roland had already defined this image of the count in his heart when he was standing in front of the express station in Montley and looking at her.

The Earl at this moment, in front of her eyes, is just such a god who descended from the sky—he foresaw everything and saved everything.She heard what the earl said, and Valentine was finally able to get rid of the shackles of her original family and live more freely like her.

"Did you finally forgive your prey and give up your plan?"

Roland asked cautiously, "Then you, yourself..."

She was still worried, in this way, whether the Earl could really calm down the hatred in his heart.

The count suddenly raised his head and stared at Roland.

There was light in his eyes, but they were unkind, fierce, even violent.

"Miss Eugenie, thanks to you, I have seen a little hope of 'perfect revenge' in this plane."

Roland: ...

"Yes, it is you who appeared in front of me and asked me with your eyes: friend, you are willing to accept the kindness from the world, right?"

"You whispered in my ear again: Oh count, count, you will help me, won't you?"

Roland lowered his head: That's true.These all happened one by one - when she first met the count.

"You helped Heidi and gave me inspiration—I feel that this time, I may really be able to complete my revenge without feeling any regret or guilt at the same time."

"But now, you came up to me and asked me loudly: Look, what have you done?"

Roland was speechless, she could only raise her eyes and look at the man in front of her with guilt-filled eyes.

The earl in priest's robe bowed his head, hands behind his back, and began to walk up and down in this small apartment room.

His pace was getting faster and faster, and he was getting more and more irritable.

"I had hoped that this time I would be able to completely get rid of this repeated world, the never-ending game of gambling."

"But you are still like the most critical audience... came to me and criticized me."

"Miss, I think I have done everything I can, but you are still dissatisfied with me."

Roland: "I..."

Yes, I don't know why, she did have dissatisfaction with the count in her heart - not because he was more immoral and evil than others, nor because the count's vengeful hand was once like a dark cloud, overwhelming her Breathless.

It was because she had always looked forward to the Count of Monte Cristo.

This kind of expectation, I am afraid, has existed since the last plane.

The earl possesses extraordinary abilities and insight, so that his wealth looks like auspicious clouds behind the statue, just a foil.

But wait... what did the Earl just mention?audience?Plane?

Roland's face changed, but at this moment, the count came to Roland, reached out his hand like lightning, and grabbed her wrist.

"Then, please experience my pain, and see how much right God is willing to give me after I have experienced such pain, to complain to this corrupt and corrupt world for what I have lost..."

It all happened so fast that Roland had no chance to react.

Something in the shape of a bracelet was lightly clasped on Roland's wrist, and with a soft "click", the count disappeared from Roland's eyes, and Roland gasped—she seemed to be in the icy sea for an instant... …

A report letter written with his left hand was sent to the mailbox through the other hand full of resentment.

The sanctimonious "judiciary" smiled and said comforting words, but threw the important evidence into the stove.

What followed was 14 years of crying and cursing, the eternal night in the deepest part of the dungeon.

The mourning song is played in the ear, and the poor old father has nowhere to ask, and dies of hunger;

Joy resounded in my ears, the fiancée, who was full of fear but didn't know it, married an enemy and went away...

14 years.

But everything that can be described and expressed in words is less than one ten-thousandth of this pain.

Even more frightening, the pain was like a poisonous snake, winding along Roland's blood vessels.Roland seemed to be able to see it coming towards her heart, biting her heart violently and frantically at any time...

immersion.

Like an angel who lost its wings, fell into the cold and boundless hell.

The suffocating feeling came again. Roland was soaked in the boundless sea, and she desperately exhaled her last breath in her chest.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and lifted her to the surface.

Roland breathed in the free air, and her underwear was soaked in cold sweat, and it was icy sticking to her skin at this moment.

What was even more frightening was the feeling of lingering fear. Roland even felt that his crying had been completely trapped in his throat, and crying had become a luxury.

She swallowed even more and opened her eyes, which immediately filled with tears.

But the count was bending down, kneeling before her on one knee, and looking at her with a kind of melancholy tenderness.

He was the one who saved her from that pain.The "bracelet" on Roland's wrist has disappeared, as if it never appeared at all.

"Miss, I'm so sorry... I was wrong, I was indeed reckless."

"You have no obligation to understand, feel, or bear my pain."

Roland raised his face, held the earl's hand behind his back, and asked him intermittently with his eyes wide open:

"...Implanted...hatred?"

"how so……"

"I'm really sorry, it seems that Heidi has used this trick on you before."

The count took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket with his other free hand, and wanted to hand it to Roland, but Roland didn't take it, and still held the count's wrist—all she could see was the pair of sad eyes of the person in front of her. .

"What exactly is this 'perfect revenge' you speak of?"

"Also...it sounds like you have experienced this plane for more than one season?"

"Yes, Eugenie, my dear friend."

"You're right. I've been on this plane for more than a season."

"In fact, since the 'Plane of Monte Cristo' existed, I have always been in this plane, and I have existed as the same character from beginning to end."

Roland: ...How, how is this possible?

"Yes," the earl suddenly fell into reminiscence, "I played the character of 'Edmond Dantès' in the founding season of this plane."

"At the end of the inaugural season, the plane received rave reviews. And I was overwhelmed by the huge success and the relief after the revenge. So I agreed to a challenge from the plane maker—"

"'Perfect' revenge!"

The count and Roland both spoke at the same time.

So far, Roland has no more doubts.

Earl, like her, is a contestant participating in this plane.But the difference between her and the count is that she is a passing visitor in this plane. The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of Monte Cristo are just short-lived experiences for her, but almost a lifetime for the count.

"Just like what you said, the longer I stay in this plane, the more I feel that there is no 'perfect' possibility for 'revenge', it will either hurt innocent people, or force me to hide my unfinished hatred In the bottom of my heart..."

"Except for the first time, I can no longer recognize 'revenge' as a success. So much so that when I look back at my experience in the inaugural season, I can't tell myself that I never regretted it, never regretted it. Guilty……"

"But the agreement between me and the producer is that if I can't reach the level of 'perfect' revenge, I will continue to stay in this plane and bear the pain brought by 'implanted revenge' forever."

--this is too scary!

Roland quickly raised a question in her mind:

"So, can't you change the entire story line at the beginning of the story, so that this tragic thing never happened?"

The count shook his head and said to Roland, "No, child, you don't understand."

"Modern audiences never have the patience to appreciate a tragedy. Their tolerance for 'abuse' is very low. They just want to see the protagonist salty fish turn around and kill all directions—so this plane will always be from It starts from the moment the protagonist turns around. The producer of the plane of pain in the past will use methods such as 'flashback' and 'memory killing' to make up the story."

"This means that every season in the plane, everyone with a mission of revenge must be forced to accept implanted hatred. This is true for me, and so is Heidi..."

Tears immediately filled Roland's eyelashes—she was a player with a strong will and an optimistic attitude, and she seldom shed tears in the plane.

But at this moment, her heart was full of pity and sympathy, and she could finally empathize with the Earl's pain.

"count……"

She sobbed softly, and held out her hands to the Count.

"I didn't expect it to be like this..."

"I didn't expect that you would trap yourself in that dark dungeon forever, and you would never be able to get out..."

Although the earl gained wealth and status, as long as the "implanted hatred" in his heart cannot be relieved, he will be trapped in the dungeon of Yew Castle forever, and he will never be able to escape.

Unless the "perfect" revenge can really be achieved——

The Count of Monte Cristo grasped the hands that Roland extended to him, held them gently, lowered his head, kissed those little hands lightly, and said softly:

"thanks……"

"This is the first time I feel sincere sympathy in the plane."

He raised his head, and immediately felt tears falling on his hands.

Roland opened her black and round eyes wide, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

"In my heart, you are perfect enough."

She took out a hand and put it on her heart.

"You are like a true angel descending on this city. You have almost all power over this society. You have dizzying money, but you also have courage, knowledge and integrity."

"You have punished all the evils hidden in the corners of this world; you have also fulfilled your promise and tried your best to help kind people..."

"But the world never got better..."

Roland said this with tears.

——Yes, the world has not gotten better in her eyes.

The judiciary has always been controlled by individuals, and the moths in the court still firmly hold their positions. Ordinary people work hard but don't know what to do. Women are still far away from the rights they should enjoy...

At this moment, she deeply felt that her strength was too small to do more.

Perhaps this is the limitation of the "farming player". After the output of the land can make people full, warm and satisfied, she will also encounter a bottleneck, feeling that she can't do more, and can't make this society move forward. .

However, the count seemed to feel that the tears falling on his hands were hot, and he let go of Roland's hands at once.

He suppressed a growl, jumped up suddenly, and kept pacing back and forth in this room.

Roland didn't know what happened, but just when she finished speaking, a light seemed to flash in the count's eyes.

It's like a bright light suddenly appeared on the dark sea before the storm, allowing the lost sailors to find the correct channel to return to the harbor.

After walking a few more steps, the earl's eyes became brighter and brighter.

He murmured to himself repeatedly: "Why didn't I think of it?"

"The world can clearly change more."

"In this plane, there are not only me and you, but also Heidi, Andrea, the upright Albert and the brave Mercedes... There are so many hands in this world, so many So much power..."

"I've never had an opportunity like this before."

The count stopped suddenly and stretched out his hand to the sky.

"Why am I still wasting my time feeling sorry for myself, why don't I act faster?"

At this moment, in Roland's eyes, he was a completely different person.His mind is as broad as the sea, but his will is as firm as a rock.It was as if a ray of holy light descended from the sky and fell on the man's head, body, and short black hair.

"Thank God I've never felt such a strong... oh, this is such a precious hope."

……

After Roland discussed everything with the Count of Monte Cristo, Roland suddenly remembered the unscrupulous businessman who wrote fluently with his left hand—Mr. Tanglar.

She begged the count: "Take his money, but leave him alive—a man like him...is not worth his blood on your hands."

The count replied helplessly: "In fact, miss, you have already done almost this for me."