[Count of Monte Cristo] Love and hatred

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The ship escorting Mei Tess once encountered a brig from Great Britain at sea.A month passed, and the ship had crossed the Strait of Gibraltar, crossed the Mediterranean Sea, and sailed into the port of Marseille.

However, it did not stop at the pier on the Ile Saint-Ange, but stopped at the Château d'If.A young man with blond hair was taken off the ship by a group of soldiers, dragged into the dark fortress, and walked towards the lowest cell.

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Although the black cell under the Château d'If could not be seen, the long days still left clear traces here.Not only the hundreds of scratches on the cold wall used to count the days, but also the indelible mark on the ring in Edmund's hand.

Since Mei Tess left, the only thing that accompanied Edmund was this ring.Long-term rubbing has worn away most of the thin gold plating on the ring, but he didn't notice it at all.Not so much because it was too dark to see, but because he was too lonely and sad to ever notice.

He rubbed the couple's ring that belonged to Mei Tess in his hand, and murmured that he could meet his lover again, even in a dream.

He prayed, and prayed, until his prayers were interrupted by sudden footsteps.

Edmund frowned tightly. This was not the time for the jailer to deliver food routinely. For a moment, countless doubts flashed in his mind.He didn't realize until he heard the guards open the door to another cell, and they brought him a cellmate.

In fact, before he was imprisoned, whenever he passed the Château d'If by boat, he always felt a little uncomfortable.It was a place where prisoners were held, and whenever he thought of thieves, tramps, and murderers among them, he felt a pang of disgust.But now, he longed to be with them because he was so lonely.

Therefore, as soon as the guards left, he eagerly called the new sync in the next cell, but for some reason, the other party never responded to him.

This situation lasted for two days, and he even suspected that the cellmate he had never met was dead.Just when he gave up completely, a slight voice came over, and the inmate finally answered him.He could probably guess it was English from the accent, but he couldn't understand a word.

Because he often went to sea, Edmund knew Italian at first, and he learned a little bit of Greek in bits and pieces when he sailed in the eastern Mediterranean. However, he rarely dealt with the British across the strait. I deeply regret the poverty.

Edmund was silent for a long time, and hope flashed again in his eyes. At least, he could tell the other party his name.

"Edmund," he repeated repeatedly, "my name is Edmund."

A few seconds later, he clearly heard the other party's answer, "Busani!"

This simplest communication made Edmund almost sing with joy, but he soon found out that Busani was in a very bad condition.Buschani seemed to be struggling to speak, with a slight cough, and he hadn't responded to himself these days, perhaps because he had fallen into a coma.

At the thought that this new friend might still be sick and feverish, Edmund felt something grip his heart.He called for help at the top of his voice, and after several minutes, the jailer named Adoni finally came over rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Adoni cursed Edmond loudly and threatened not to send him food for tomorrow. It was not until he checked Busoni's condition at Edmond's strong request that he finally realized the seriousness of the problem and sent the doctor of Château d'If brought over.

But this time it seems that even the doctors are helpless.Soon they brought in more people and released the sick prisoners from their cells.Edmund pressed his face firmly against the bars, and at that moment he met the haggard inmate's eyes.Busoni has curly blond hair as gentle as moonlight, and his skin looks extremely pale under the faint firelight, but in those blue eyes, there is a firm light shining.Judging from his appearance and clothing, Busani was undoubtedly a British nobleman, and it seemed that he was right.

At that moment, Edmund didn't know that the boat escorting Busani had met another boat in the vast sea, and that boat happened to be holding his beloved Mei Tess.He just wondered why a British nobleman would be sent to Chateau d'If in France. There must be a story behind Busoni.

Bussoni cast a grateful glance at Edmund, and was dragged away by the jailers, never to return.

Edmund had tried to ask the jailer how he was doing, but the jailer, impatient, told him that the newcomer had been placed in the upper cell because of his poor health.

Edmund felt a little disappointed for a moment, and even regretted that he had lost a friend by calling the jailer.But soon he felt lucky again, maybe it was his unnecessary actions that saved a life.

The ripples caused by the new inmates soon disappeared, and his life gradually turned into a pool of silence like water again.

That's why the slight noise of workmen repairing the cell next door is particularly annoying.

"Boom boom boom..." "Boom boom boom..."

Edmund couldn't understand why they could never fix it, and he took out his anguish on the sound, and he dug up a damp-loose stone slab and pounded it down on the cold wall.

He knocked three times in total, but the sound stopped abruptly after the first knock.At first he thought the workers were frightened, but for the next few minutes, there was still no movement on the other side.

He gradually began to notice that something was wrong. They had no reason to be afraid of a prisoner in prison, even if he was a so-called felon.

Edmund narrowed his eyes slightly. If it wasn't the sound of repairing the cell... He quickly understood, excited as if he had discovered the biggest secret in the world, "That's a prisoner!"

However, he waited for a whole day, and the voice did not appear again.Edmund began to feel annoyed by his previous behavior. He must have frightened the other party when he knocked on the wall recklessly.But since the prisoner can dig the wall to lean in, he can also lean in. Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became sharper.

That flake was no use for digging a wall, he needed something better.However, all he had in this cell was a bed, a chair, a table, a basin, a broken bucket with the handle removed, and an old crock.

After thinking for a few seconds, Edmund broke the earthen pot and picked the sharpest piece to dig the corner behind the bed. In just one night, he dug away the lime on the surface, exposing a harder cement layer, But at this time, the fragments in his hand were no longer useful.So he, Edmund, thought of a way, and when the jailer came over, he managed to make him accidentally step on the dish he used for eating, so that the jailer had to leave the pan there.

That night Edmund dug away the cement layer with the iron handle of a frying pan. When the jailer came back the next day, he did not take the frying pan with him. Basin, if all the prisoners are like you, the government won’t be able to pay. I’ll leave you the pot, and use it for soup.”

Edmund clasped his hands together, thanking God for allowing him to keep this precious piece of iron.He worked harder, digging out more cement, lime and crushed stone.On the third night, however, he encountered an obstacle, a beam beyond which the iron handle of the pan could not handle.

This blow made him sit on the ground dejectedly, which meant that all previous efforts were in vain, and he had to dig from above or below the beam.

"Oh, my God!" he murmured, "I prayed to you so sincerely, that you would hear my words. I have lost so much that you gave me in despair. You have given me a little hope, please don't take it away cruelly. My God! Have pity on me, don't let me die of despair!"

As if God really heard his prayer, an old and wise voice came from behind the wall.

"Who said God and despair together?"