[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

chapter130

As an experienced reporter, Beauchamp immediately judged how much sensation the news would cause in Paris, but his professionalism made him instinctively doubt Lord Weimar's words.After all, many years have passed since Governor Ali of Yanina was killed. Why did his orphan suddenly appear in Paris and appear in his own newspaper?

Because of this, Beauchamp proposed to go to Greece first to investigate the ins and outs of the whole incident.

Lord Weimar did not show any displeasure because of this, on the contrary, he agreed with Beauchamp's decision.But Haiidee couldn't help reminding, "Mr. Beauchamp, Yanina is still in the midst of war and is not safe."

"Miss, please don't worry," Beauchamp said with a pretended relaxed smile, "For interviews, I have traveled all over Europe, Geneva, Milan, Venice, Trieste, Delvina, and now, just It is to add a Greek to my passport, so I can protect myself. Besides, the local consulate will also provide me with help."

Haiidee nodded and didn't try to dissuade him any more, she just told him to take care.Then the three agreed on a time to get together, and parted at the gate of the newspaper.

Beauchamp watched the carriage leave, Haiide also looked over worriedly, and the two of them exchanged eyes for a moment.Then she withdrew her gaze in embarrassment, which made Beauchamp smile.

He waved to the carriage.

"She has beautiful eyes", he thought.

But Beauchamp's trip to Greece took far longer than he expected.After more than ten days, he returned to Paris in a long journey. Excluding more than a week spent back and forth, it took nearly four days for isolation and quarantine alone.

But it was all worth it. He got a certificate issued by the four most respected people in Yanina, and the signatures on it were authenticated by the consulate.Those four celebrities jointly testified that Fernand Montag, the noble Count of Morcerf in the French House of Nobles, was the one who sold the city and surrendered for 200 million!

After entering the newspaper office, he noticed that the new issue of the newspaper had already been printed.Usually at this time, he always feels a little empty, because there is no way to change anything, and then he sits on the balcony and smokes while thinking wildly.Now, his habit was broken because of an unexpected episode.

This experience in Yanina injected something different into Beauchamp's life, and he had a vague premonition that a storm capable of sweeping the whole of Europe was coming.

As soon as he entered the office, the servant reported that Viscount Morcerf had been here many times during this period, and Beauchamp was not surprised by this.

He changed into clean clothes and got back into the carriage.Due to the former friendship, he should have paid a return visit to Albert immediately. However, after a little thought, Beauchamp still passed the address left by Lord Weimar to the groom, and he decided to go to see the girl who was worried about him first, "We go here."

When the carriage drove to the Rue Saint-Honor, Beauchamp caught a glimpse of a hearse parked in front of a gloomy-looking big house, and couldn't help frowning. He recognized that it was the home of Prosecutor Villefort.Unexpectedly, less than a month after the death of the Saint-Meran couple, the same misfortune happened again.But this time it should be a servant who died, because it was not a hearse used by nobles.

"Here we are, sir."

The groom's voice interrupted Beauchamp's thoughts. Only then did Beauchamp notice that Lord Weimar's house was surprisingly close to the prosecutor's house.

Baptistin, the butler, came quickly to meet him and led him upstairs. "Unfortunately, Lord Weimar happened to be away on business, but Miss Haidee is waiting for you in the living room."

The living room dedicated to Haidee was guarded by three beautiful French maids, and the leading maid named Meadow led Beauchamp into the room.It was a very oriental-style living room, the floor was covered with cashmere blankets from Central Asia, and the curtains were made of luxurious inlaid satin.

Haiidee had already put down the yueqin in her hand and was waiting there when the servant announced that Beauchamp had arrived.In fact, Beauchamp's visit came three days later than they agreed on. During this period, she had been paying attention to the battle at Yanina and prayed for him day and night. She never wanted an irrelevant person to pay for her things get hurt.

Fortunately, Beauchamp finally returned safely, which brought a sweet smile to her face.

At this moment, the guest was stunned at the door. This was the first time he saw Haiide's true face.He was obviously attracted by that rare beauty, this was the first time he saw such beauty in his life, and in his country, this kind of beauty was unimaginable, especially when she smiled at him, it was like a giant The Helen seen in Bei's mural came to the world.

"Come in, M. Beauchamp," said Haidee.Maid Meadow understood immediately and dragged the guest's chair to a small coffee table.

Only then did Beauchamp come to his senses, and walked over awkwardly, and sat opposite Haiidee.Haiidee tilted her head, feeling that he was a little different, maybe because he didn't have time to trim his beard, he looked a little haggard, and he seemed to be thinner than she remembered.

She struck the gong, and two other maids came in, each carrying a tea tray, and deftly added ice cubes to the honey tea.

"The journey to Greece must be very hard, I have specially prepared this for you," Haiidee gave him a polite smile.

"Thank you." Beauchamp was not thirsty at this time, but he still drank less than half of the glass.He also tasted this drink in Yanina, but in such an atmosphere, it seemed to have a magical power, sweeping away the fatigue of the journey.

The two faced each other in silence for a moment, enjoying some peace.

Beauchamp knew what his purpose was.He had already collected enough evidence to prove that Morcerf was the criminal, and now, only Haiidee's identity needed to be confirmed.

During the usual interviews, he was used to asking the most pointed questions straight to the point, but this time it was different, perhaps because he sympathized with the interviewee's life experience, he first talked about his experience in Greece.Haidee was very interested in everything there, so she listened very carefully.

Realizing that the atmosphere was almost over, Beauchamp asked, "Miss Haidee, when did you leave Greece?"

"I was only four years old then," replied Haidee.

"About the past, what do you remember?"

Haiidee pondered for a long time before speaking again, and began to narrate the painful past.Her tone was surprisingly calm, but Beauchamp could feel the waves in her eyes.

Haidee remembered how her mother had begged the Turks not to harm Governor Ali's only child, but the Turks told her to speak to the magistrate because he was their new master.

"That magistrate is Morcerf?" asked Beauchamp.

"Yes," Haidee nodded. "After I came to Paris, I saw him again. I will never forget his face."

"and after?"

"He sold us to two slave traders, and my mother and I were separated. The Armenian slave trader took me, along with other slaves he had acquired in the war at Yanina, to the capital of Turkey, until my My benefactor, Lord Weimar, appeared and rescued me from the slavers."

"You were very young at that time, why do you remember it so clearly?" Beauchamp asked with some doubts.

"When I closed my eyes and meditated, I seemed to see everything again. The soul, like the body, also has its visual organs." is something that will always be remembered.”

Beauchamp was shocked by this answer.If he still had doubts in his heart before, at this moment he has completely believed that the girl in front of him is the princess of Greece.Not to mention that everything she said was completely consistent with the facts she had verified in Yanina. The demeanor she exuded was indeed that of a princess. Her perseverance makes people think of the legendary Lion of Yanina, her father Governor Ali.

"You have the same courage as your father," Beauchamp praised sincerely.

"Have you heard about my father?" asked Haidee curiously.

"Yes." Beauchamp nodded. "When I was in Greece, I did learn some of his deeds, especially how brave and fearless he was at the last moment."

"Please tell me."

"But that would be too cruel to you," Beauchamp frowned.

"No, I want to hear anything about Governor Ali," pleaded Haidee, "because he is my father."

Beauchamp nodded and began to talk about the past that he had learned.At that time, the Ottoman army, led by the traitor Morcerf, came to the refuge of Ali Pasha, a monastery on the archipelago in the lake of Palmvotis, and deceived him that the Sultan would grant him a complete pardon.Ali Pasha was taken in, but when he was asked to surrender and be beheaded, he verbally refused when he famously said, "My head will not bow like the one who surrendered!".

When Beauchamp narrated, Haidee turned pale and her eyes filled with tears.But when Beauchamp stopped, she begged him to continue.

Beauchamp spoke to the end. "Governor Ali fought until the end, and finally the bullet pierced the floor of the room, and his head was chopped off and sent to the Turkish general Gauchit."

Perhaps it was too much pain, Haidee lay on the chair, her shoulders twitching uncontrollably.She covered her eyes with one hand, as if to prevent the light from shining on her.But Beauchamp understood that Haiidee didn't want him to see her cry.

He couldn't help holding her hand gently.It wasn't until Haiide stopped crying that he realized that he was a little abrupt, and hurriedly let go, "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness."

"No, thank you. Mr. Beauchamp, you are the first person to tell me this. It is you who made my father's blurred face clear in my memory." Haiidee's eyes flickered, " I remembered. There was a fig tree in the royal court of Yanina, whose trembling branches were reflected in the water, as if reflected in a mirror. At that time, my father leaned on the pillow in the shade. , mischievously I played with his white beard that fell down to his chest. Now and then an Albanian came up to him and said something to him, I didn't pay attention to those things, but he always used the same Respond with the word kill or pardon in a tone of voice."

Listening to Haiide's narration, Beauchamp suddenly felt that the scene seemed to happen right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help being moved by it. "I heard the Greeks say he was cruel and brave, but for you, he must be the most loving father."

"That's why I have to stand up," Haiide clenched her fists, "I want to expose that traitor and avenge him and my mother!"

"I believe that justice and justice are on your side, and so am I," Beauchamp said sincerely.At this moment, he has made up his mind to tell the truth, expose the traitor, and help Haidee restore her princess status.However, he is also very clear that this is not an easy task. After all, after many years, even if a witness can be found, who can guarantee that he can recognize the present Haiidee.

At this time, Haiidee took out three sheets of paper from a small bag with a strange smell, and handed them to Beauchamp.

One was her birth certificate, in the handwriting of Governor Ali and signed by his high officials; The signatures of the archbishops of Macedonia and Epirus; and the last, and most important, is the deed of prostitution in which Morcerf sold Haidee to the Armenian slave trader Alcobe.The magistrate, in his shameless dealings with the Turkish government, had sold his benefactor's daughter for 40 francs as part of his spoils.

"That's enough!" Beauchamp held the document excitedly, with a strange brilliance in his eyes. These few things are enough to help Haidée regain her princess status!

The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines of Asarum Erliang, it’s a waste of money, okay~

Thank you Tianyu Liufang, 噫, doliyac for the nutrient solution, okay~

In the original book, Beauchamp destroyed evidence for friendship and had a noble heart.But as a journalist, it is nobler to expose the truth.

This chapter is relatively stuck, and I wrote three versions before and after, and finally adopted this one.Everyone is waiting to lose the horse, the plot is followed by the revealing of Morcerf's identity, it's almost here~