"I understand." Hesta said softly.
She looked towards the direction of the conference room again, where Victoria was still arguing with Si Lei about something.
Recalling the conversation with Victoria last night, Hesta felt alert again. Although she didn’t know Victoria well enough, and it was difficult to parse what these changes meant for a while, but some kind of hunting intuition Suddenly appeared, reminding her to pay attention.
…
In the afternoon of the next day, a temporary chapel was set up in the small garden on the west side of the villa.
Green vines wrap around the steel supports, decorating this semi-open-air temporary building like a long-unvisited temple in the wilderness. The supplier of the project was an old friend of Valve. After understanding the whole story, he immediately devoted his utmost energy to helping the old friend realize his wish.
The first condolence invitations were sent out in the morning, and people arrived in the afternoon. People were wearing black suits or long skirts, and everyone shed tears after seeing Villefort. Some people cursed the assassin with their fingers in the air, and were so excited that they even fainted on the spot and had to be moved to a ventilated place for rescue.
Hesta has been watching not far away - after all, the new order she received from Victoria was to remain an idler. On the slightly desolate bald grassland in winter, she walked aimlessly around the chapel. She watched these people come and go, and watched their grief-stricken faces when facing Villefort and their backs to leave. The indifferent expression quickly recovered, and strong disgust and pleasure rose from the bottom of her heart at the same time.
According to the schedule, Villefort will hold his private funeral at Tanglar's manor in the first six days, and then he will return to his private residence and truly enter the airtight protective circle of the mercury needles.
Until then……
"Eureka," a voice came from Hesta's side, "I know I probably shouldn't come to you now..."
Hesta turned around and saw Tanglar standing a few steps away from him with a dejected expression.
"What's wrong?" Hesta asked.
"When...are you going to take me away?" Tanglar controlled the annoyance in his tone. He tried to keep his voice low, and the words he spoke sounded like the whimpering of a cat or dog. "You said clearly the night before yesterday that this morning Just leave-"
"I understand your impatience," Hesta said softly, "but the plan has changed, and Mr. Roger is also doing it for your safety."
"What has changed?"
"Who would have thought that the Duke would suddenly hold a funeral?" Hesta sat on the floor, supporting her knees with one hand and looking up at Danglars. "There may be new visitors in the manor at any time now, so it is very unsuitable for action."
Tanglar's brows were almost twisted into knots, but he still nodded silently to show his understanding.
"Then, when will we-"
"Viscount," Hesta interrupted him with a smile, "leave everything to me, and you just need to obey."
Seeing that Hesta was smiling at this moment and seemed to be in a good mood, Tanglar once again strengthened his will, "But -"
"That's almost enough," Hesta looked into the distance, "I'll get bored if you continue talking."
Tangglar opened his eyes slightly. Although he had prepared many defenses and even threats in advance, when he saw the fierce light suddenly rising in Hesta's eyes, he felt as if his throat was being touched by an invisible hand. Choked.
"...Okay, okay. Then I...will wait for your news."
Danglars walked towards Villefort's chapel.
"Viscount." Hesta suddenly called him again.
Tanglar turned around in response.
"Next time if it's not an emergency, don't come to me again." Hesta's expression was half smile, half threat, "Just remember to maintain the status quo and wait for my instructions, do you understand?"
"understand."
Danglars laughed dryly, and immediately walked quickly in the direction of Villefort. Along the way, he felt an inexplicable chill on his back, as if Eureka's eyes were always on his back, but he did not have the courage to look back and confirm whether she was Stare at yourself.
This feeling of horror was not relieved until he entered the chapel. Tangglars heard the crying nearby and smelled the familiar smell of incense. The furnishings and crowds around him relieved his fear and finally dared to pretend. Looking back casually.
Eureka is no longer where she was just now.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then a wave of insulted annoyance rushed over him belatedly.
Is Youleka really trustworthy...
Could it be that she dug some kind of trap and was just waiting for me to jump into it?
This idea suddenly broke into his mind, making Tanglar shiver unexpectedly.
But he soon regained his senses - if there was really a trap, how could Eureka have such a arrogant attitude... Her arrogance just showed that she was indeed doing things for Roger, but these mercury needles were generally nothing. Tutor, so his behavior is a bit worse.
After thinking about it like this, Tanglar suddenly felt much more at ease.
Also, why bother to scare yourself? Just wait patiently. If Youleka dares to break her promise in the end, he will tell all these things to the other mercury needles so that she knows that they are in the same boat.
…
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the manor closed its doors and thanked guests. Villefort and some of the Mercury Needles returned to the villa, and Alvira was still sitting alone in the chapel. She dismissed all the servants and prayed alone to the cross in the center of the chapel.
"Madam, it's getting dark and it's very cold here. Aren't you going back?"
Alvira looked sideways, Calvin was standing at the entrance of the auditorium.
"Don't worry about me, just go back first."
"I asked for a blanket from the housekeeper." Calvin walked up to Alvira and hung an old velvet blanket on the back of the wooden bench. "If you need it... "
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, don't worry," Calvin whispered, "In the next time, I will do my best to protect the Duke's safety, even if it costs my life... Please believe me .”
This inexplicable confession made Alvira open her eyes again. She looked at the big man behind her with some surprise, and Calvin was also looking at her.
"You..." Alvira said hesitantly, "Why..."
"From the first time I saw you, I felt that you are very similar to my mother." Calvin's voice was very soft, "She also has such long golden hair. It's a pity that neither I nor Sean can." Can inherit."
Alvira nodded, "Is your mother also in a livable place now?"
"She died during the Hecla tragedy."
"……Feel sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," Calvin looked at her, "That's all due to chelation, not you."
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