Well, Monte Cristo said with a smile, this shows that a well-trained soldier does things neatly
Are you leaving soon? Yuri Eberwein said you couldn’t stay one more day, even one more hour.
My car is waiting at the door, madam. I have to be in Rome in five days.
Is Maximilian going to Rome, too? shouted Emmanuel.
I’ll go wherever he takes me. Morrel smiled sadly, and I belong to him for the next month.
Oh, my God, what a strange thing he said, said Count Yuri Eberwein.
Maximilian accompanied me to the count, and his loving and forceful tone said that you don’t have to worry about your brother.
Farewell, my dear sis, said Emmanuel Morrel.
It breaks my heart to see his carelessness. Yuri Eberwein said, Oh, Maximilian, Maximilian, you must be hiding something from me.
Well, Monte Cristo said that you will see him come back happily and smiling soon.
Maximilian gave the count a contemptuous, almost angry look.
Let’s do it, said Monte Cristo.
Before you left us, Count Yuri Eberwein said that we would show you one day.
The countess interrupted her and put her hands in his own, saying that you can speak, which is definitely not worth reading in your eyes. I fully understand your meaning. I should have left without saying goodbye to the benefactor in the novel, but I can’t, because I am a weak vanity and my peers have given me gentle, loving and grateful eyes. Now I have to go. Allow me to say to you negatively, don’t forget me, my friends, because you will probably never see me again.
I’ll never see you again, Emmanuel shouted. Two big tears rolled down Yuri Eberwein’s cheek. I’ll never see you again. We’re not alone, but a man. This man came into the world and did good things, and then he will go back to heaven.
Don’t say that, Monte Cristo replied quickly. Don’t say that, my friends. Heaven can’t do anything wrong. Heaven can do whatever it pleases. Their strength is better than fate. No, Emmanuel, I am a person. Your improper praise is blasphemous, so he kissed Yuri Eberwein’s hand. Yuri Eberwein threw himself into his arms. He stretched out his hand and shook Emmanuel’s hand, and then reluctantly left the room. He gestured to Maximilian and followed him. His face was indifferent and he was so sad since Valentine died.
Let my brother restore peace and happiness. Yuri Eberwein whispered to Monte Cristo that the count squeezed her hand as an answer, just like when he shook her hand at the stairs in front of Morrel Zhai eleven years ago.
So do you still trust Sinbad the sailor? He asked with a smile.
Oh yes
Oh, then sleep in peace and leave everything to the emperor
We said earlier that the carriage was waiting at the door, and four strong horses were pedaling impatiently on the ground in front of the steps, sweating profusely. Ali obviously just came back from the road.
Oh, the count asked in Arabic. Have you been to that old man’s house?
Ali made a positive statement.
You showed him the letter as I told you.
What did he say? More accurately. What did he say?
Ali went to the light, and his master could clearly see his face imitating Noirtier’s facial expression, and closed his eyes.
Good. He promised Monte Cristo and said, Let’s go.
As soon as he got out of the car, his horseshoes started splashing on the stone road with sparks of dust. Maximilian sat in the corner of the carriage for half an hour without saying a word, and the car suddenly stopped. The count pulled the ribbon that went from the car and tied it to Ali’s finger. The Nubian immediately hit the car door. It was a starry night. They had reached the top of Mount Davies. From the mountain, Paris looked like a black sea with phosphorescence, like those silver lights flashing waves, but these waves flashed more than those in the ocean. The waves are noisier, more exciting, more fierce and more greedy. These waves are always foaming, and the count will never stop. There he waved his car and took a few steps forward. He put his arms across his chest and meditated for a while. His mind was like a melting pot, and he once cast all kinds of exciting world thoughts. When his keen eyes were fixed on this enthusiastic religious materialist, he also paid attention to modern Babylon. He bowed his head and closed his hands like a prayer and said, Great city! It has not been until now since I first broke into your door. I came here for half a year, and it was because I revealed to God that he was able to see through my mind. The emperor knew that when I left you, I took away neither pride nor hatred, but I took away regret. The emperor knew that he gave me strength, and I didn’t come to satisfy my selfish desires or meaningful actions. Oh, great city, I found what I was looking for in your beating chest. Like a patient miner, I dug in your body and eradicated its evils. Now my work is finished and my life is over. Now you can’t give me any more pain or joy. Farewell to Paris.
His eyes lingered on the vast expanse like a night elf. He put his hand on his forehead and entered the carriage door. The car disappeared on the other side of the mountain in a sound of dust and sand.
After six miles, no one said a word. Morrel was dreaming of Monte Cristo, but he kept looking at him.