Danglars nodded in horror.
"I'm full too."
On the side, Hesta pushed away the stool, stood up and left.
…
In the morning, Hestad stood idle on the terrace on the second floor and looked at the scenery. She observed the topography of the manor and the circulation design here - whether it was Danglars' manor or Villefort's Duke's Palace, both of them were fascinated by the maze. I have a soft spot for gardens.
In order to reduce visual blind spots, Victoria has asked Pauler to cut off all the shrubs in the Duke's residence by their roots. When one stands right in front of the maze, the scene in front of him can be seen at a glance. Only the sections of light yellow broken branches and some scattered leaves are left like imprints on the ground, still showing the original trend of the maze.
The scene was very desolate, especially in the winter when everything stopped. In comparison, the labyrinth garden in Tanglar Manor is much better. Although the shrubs are only half a person tall, the evergreen branches and leaves can still show some vitality.
In silence, Hesta used her mind as a sandbox, where she verified and reconstructed the killing plan again and again, as if she was playing chess with herself, both offensive and defensive.
In the distance, Alvira was walking in the garden holding Villefort's hand. The two of them had peaceful expressions and were watching a group of birds competing for food near the tree. Alvira stretched out her fingers, and a bold bird flew directly and landed on her knuckles.
Hesta looked at the lady's beautiful figure, unconsciously lost in thought.
Suddenly, she felt footsteps behind her. She turned her head and realized it was Calvin.
Calvin walked up to Hesta and leaned over the railing.
"Is Sean okay?" Hesta took the initiative, "I may have been a little harsh last night."
Calvin shook his head, "He's fine."
Hesta waited for a long time and didn't hear what Calvin said. She turned around and stared directly at his face: "You didn't come to chat with me, did you?"
"...I want to explain what you heard in the study last night-"
Hesta smiled, "I said I didn't hear anything."
"I know you heard me." Calvin stood up straight and turned to Hesta. "It concerns Mrs. Alvira's reputation. I can't pretend that nothing happened."
Hesta sighed softly, and she continued to look far away, looking at Alvira in the garden, "You tell me, I'm listening."
"I do care about Mrs. Alvera's safety because she is very much like my mother.
"I realized this when we met by chance at the Clark Center. My mother is not as slender as Mrs. Alvira, but she also has blond hair like this. She is very... beautiful."
Hesta's eyes suddenly went blank for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.
"...So, I don't want anything to happen to her."
Hesta scratched his head: "The assassin seems to have never harmed the victim's family members until now?"
"She will be heartbroken if the Duke dies." Calvin looked into the distance, "I don't want her to be heartbroken either."
Hesta looked sideways at Calvin, "No wonder you took the initiative to come here."
"I think Sean and I feel the same way, but he doesn't say it -"
Hesta raised an eyebrow: "How do you know this?"
"I can feel it." Calvin said softly, "He certainly doesn't want to see Mrs. Alvira suffer the pain of being widowed..."
Hesta just laughed. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes were suddenly attracted by two figures in the distance - that was Paran and a man in a suit and tie. The two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Although the two of them were just walking in the garden at this time, the man still wore an exquisite silver mask. Even from a distance, Hesta could see some shining gems and gorgeous bird feathers on the mask.
She recognized it almost immediately, it was the Gray she had seen last night.
Hesta pushed the railing, took a few steps back, and interrupted Calvin: "If Sean really thought so, he wouldn't deliberately approach Sophie."
Calvin looked at her puzzled.
"I know you and Sean are two different people, Karl, but what's the difference between endless forgiveness and indulgence..." Hesta waved his hand at Calvin casually, "I suddenly remembered that there are some Let’s go first.”
…
Hesta quickly went downstairs and saw a family doctor bandaging Tanglar in the hall on the first floor. The Viscount was like a fat bag wrapped in human skin, leaning on the sofa near the window.
He was holding the wound with one hand, and the other hand was hanging on his belly, and he kept making plaintive "wow" sounds. Some bandages and a pair of scissors were placed on the low table in front of him.
Hesta glanced at Tanglar's belly with some disgust. She seemed to have felt the sight of oil overflowing after cutting open this man's abdominal cavity...it must be very disgusting.
Tangglar also caught a glimpse of Hesta coming downstairs. He offered a somewhat attentive smile: "Are you going to... go out?"
"Well, the weather is nice."
Hesta said and walked to the row of small bookshelves behind Danglars. She glanced at the books on it and considered which one to take.
"If you don't mind, you can go to my pomegranate garden later and I'll ask Townsend to bring some horses..."
While Danglars was talking, Hesta had already taken out four or five books and read them in her hands. After briefly browsing the catalog, she quickly put the books back to their original places.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a copy of "Selected Short Stories of Ernest". Hesta's eyes changed slightly. This time she did not flip through the catalog again, but directly took the book in her hands.
"Thank you Viscount for your kindness. I will find a place nearby to sit down without any hassle from you."
"Please wait, Miss Eureka, I have some questions-"
Hesta stopped and turned around, "If you have any questions, please contact Victoria. I am only responsible for assassin-related work."
Tanglar nodded with a stiff expression and watched Hesta go out.
The hall became quiet, and Tangglar sneered coldly: "Why are these mercury needles, one or two of them, so arrogant? They keep their faces on all day long and don't know who to show them to-"
Before he finished speaking, a floor lamp fell from the sky. The broken metal lamp pole was inserted directly into the gap between Tanglar's left arm and thigh. The hard plastic lampshade fell heavily on the head of the other side of the Viscount. He stood up from the sofa. It exploded and fell to the ground in horror.
"Ah..." Teresa poked her head out from the second floor, "Are you okay, Mr. Danglars?"
Tanglar's face was pale and there was no trace of blood left. He covered his head with one hand and stared blankly at Teresa who was above her head with a kind expression.
On the second floor, Teresa sounded concerned: "I just heard that you wanted to see Victoria for something?"
Tanglar shuddered, "No, no..."
He grabbed the cane that had fallen to the ground and reluctantly stood up with the help of his family doctor. "I'm a little unwell... first, go back and rest."
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