"I remember that when Ms. Victoria first came here, she praised my uncle's state. She said at the time, 'You are different from anyone else on the death list. In you, you have that kind of love for death. Fear doesn't make you crazy, it awakens more reason.'
"I didn't fully understand these compliments at the time because I had never seen the fearful and helpless side of my uncle. It wasn't until I saw it today that I realized how rare his will was...
"You know? Father Daniele said something today that impressed me very deeply."
"...What words?"
"He said, 'Asking for help is an act of the strong.'" Sophie put her palm close to her heart, "And my uncle and aunt are both people who dare to ask for help, so they will definitely be saved-"
Sophie continued to say a lot, but Hestad didn't listen to a word, and her mind began to buzz again.
The strong hatred made the food in her stomach begin to churn again, and she could not control this physiological nausea.
Hesta lowered her head, closed her eyes, and fiddled with her hair to prevent Sophie, who was eager to talk at this moment, from noticing that she was abnormal. She originally wanted to trick Sophie and see if there was anything noteworthy about Villefort's side. Unexpectedly, every sentence she elicited from here took her back to the night when she watched "The Dagger and the Sheath".
Suddenly, a dispute came from the room of Mr. and Mrs. Villefort on the other side of the corridor. The voice was very high-pitched and exciting, and it was an extremely emotional "I refuse."
Sophie's narration was interrupted by this voice, and she stood up with some concern, "...Eureka, you sit here for a while, I will go out and take a look."
Hesta nodded.
She was soon alone in the room.
Hesta walked to the window and reopened Sophie's bedroom window. The cold night wind quickly blew away the warmth in the room. The wind carried a slight burning smell, coming from the charcoal fires used by residents in the distance to keep warm on winter nights.
Hesta leaned down and leaned against the window sill. She first rubbed her face with her hands, then propped her chin up and looked at the stars in the distant sky.
I know the world is unfair, Mom.
But I didn't expect it to be this ridiculous.
…
In the corridor, Calvin was pushed out of the room by an angry Villefort.
Alvira looked at her husband who had a sudden attack in astonishment, "Aaron!"
As Alvira yelled, Villefort was like a wild horse that had been roped off again. The hand that originally held Calvin's sleeve loosened slightly. His lips tightened, and the corners of his mouth sank, covered by tears. The washed eyes regained some sanity.
"No matter what, don't take advantage of Luo Ang Palace. The reasons you mentioned are very reasonable, but please don't mention it again..." He lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "You have already destroyed a Golden Crow Palace, don't Let the Palais de Rohan of the Villefort family follow in its footsteps. This is the bottom line that I will never give in to, okay?"
"...Of course."
"Please tell this matter to Ms. Teresa or Ms. Victoria..." Villefort let go of his hand, "I'm tired, sorry, Mr. Shepherd."
"No, no, no," Calvin was so shocked by such Villefort that he was speechless. "I was the one who was abrupt. I...shouldn't have been persuading you. I just -"
Villefort turned around and went to bed without listening to these excuses. Alvira looked at her husband's back worriedly, and then looked at Calvin with a helpless look, "Please don't care, we just ended a difficult period." Conversation, he... is indeed a little tired."
Just as Calvin was about to say something, Sophie had already walked behind him, "What's wrong, aunt?"
"It's okay, your uncle suddenly got a little excited, maybe he thought of his father...?" Alvira smiled reluctantly, "It's very late, let's go and rest."
"etc--"
The bedroom door is closed.
"...What happened?" Sophie looked at Calvin.
Calvin did not answer her. After standing outside the closed door for a moment, he left without saying a word.
Sophie had no choice but to go back to her room in confusion. Fortunately, Eureka was still waiting there.
"What happened just now?" Hesta asked.
"I don't know...it seems like Calvin annoyed his uncle?" Sophie said with some uncertainty, "Maybe there was some misunderstanding between them."
Hesta raised her eyebrows almost imperceptibly. She realized the reason almost immediately, and a clear sense of joy rushed into her heart.
She coughed slightly, "It's a bit late, let's get to the point. I have roughly read the first few chapters of the books you gave me yesterday. I think they are too academic and I still don't like them. Do you have any other recommendations?"
"Yes, yes...but the assassin has issued a death notice, won't you be very busy in the next period of time?"
"Fortunately, I am here as a special foreign aid and will not participate in official combat." Hesta said softly, "Right now, my only task is to stay relaxed."
"...That's it." Sophie smiled. Although she didn't understand what Hesta was referring to specifically, she still breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so happy for you, Eureka. I heard that the assassin was extremely vicious. You don't have to It’s great to face that danger.”
Hesta didn't answer.
Sophie stood up and walked to the desk. She turned on the lamp on the desk and began to write a series of book titles based on her memories. The two talked under the lamp and occasionally chuckled.
After the book list was completed, Hesta folded the paper and put it away, "I will go downstairs to look for it in a while."
"There are many books here that Uncle Danglars probably doesn't have here. Although his study is large and magnificent, he actually doesn't know how to distinguish between good and bad books." Sophie laughed softly, "I read all these books. I’ve passed it many times and I can lend them all to you, but they are all in my study right now...Ah, or is it convenient for you to pick them up tomorrow?"
"Conveniently, I was just about to say this."
Sophie thought for a while, "My uncle plans to go to the cemetery tomorrow morning, and I will go with him. After everything is over, I can ask the driver to take us there. It just so happens that my aunt also asked me to go back and get something-"
"Then there's no need for an extra driver," Hestad said, "I'll be driving then."
…
The next morning, when Hesta came downstairs, Danglars was already sitting at the table. According to the mercury needle who was on duty last night, he sat here all night and refused to go back to his room to rest for some reason.
Hesta stepped forward and said hello to the Viscount, and then sat next to him.
Tanglar straightened his back nervously.
"Is it okay that you didn't have any rest last night, Viscount?"
"I can't sleep. I'm waiting for something I should have waited for a long time ago..." Tanglar's voice was low, with a bit of anger and resentment. He rolled his eyes and stared at Hesta, "What have you been waiting for so hard? Oh, Eureka?"
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