"Edmond Dantès..."
Tanglar had not heard this name for many, many years. He originally thought that he had already thrown it into the remnants of his memory and would never have the chance to pronounce it again in this life.
However, when he read the name again, he realized that he had never forgotten the name - and as he read it, a chill came from his heart that made his blood run cold at the moment. freeze.
Under the illumination of the moonlight, he raised his head, looked at the pale face in front of him, and then overlapped it with the face of the young sailor that was hidden deep in his memory, but he couldn't match it.
If it matched, he would not have recognized him at all when the other party visited him with the title "Count of Monte Cristo".
It’s only natural that we can’t be right, right? What a cruel life he has experienced in the past ten years, how could he still be the same as before?
However, even though his face and temperament were completely different, Tanglar had no doubt at all at this moment that the identity reported by the other party was a false identity, because the fire burning in his eyes and the excitement of revenge were enough to prove who he really was.
How did he survive prison? Now is he a devil or a human?
For me, there may be no difference between the two.
The most terrifying nightmare among dream demons befell Tanglar.
At this moment, he didn't even have the energy to beg for forgiveness, because he knew that such begging was meaningless.
All he wanted now was to faint quickly before he had to face the fire of hatred.
But unfortunately, the pain all over his body made him more conscious than usual, and he had to watch the messenger of death walk in front of him.
"This is fate..." He hissed and sighed, "Okay! Okay... If you are destined to become nothing again, then it is fairer to die in your hands than in the hands of others... Hahahaha..."
Edmond Dantès just stared at the other party quietly. The begging just now didn't move him, and the crazy laughter now certainly didn't move him in any way.
He just watched quietly, savoring the sweet feeling of revenge.
"Death? I won't let you die like this. Don't worry, you will live and live for a long time." He replied coldly.
Before catching Tanglar, he had already thought about how to avenge him (the same was true for the other two enemies of course). He simulated various ways of torturing the other party in his mind, whether it was physical torture or torture. Or mental torture, he has thought about it——
For this reason, Tanglar cannot die, and he must not die now.
They all have to live until they repay the pain of being in jail for twelve years and the debt that caused their father to die of illness and starvation.
When he thought of what kind of disaster he had suffered, his originally calm heart suddenly stirred up into turbulent waves. He couldn't help but lift his foot and stepped heavily on the other person's shoulder.
"Ah!" Danglars screamed, and this scream aroused the cruel pleasure in Edmond Dantes' heart.
"Do you think you are free and easy? Do you think you can withstand the retribution of fate? You are wrong, Danglars - I know you, you are a cunning person with a small belly, you are a little smart but have no courage, you can only sneak around. You have the ability but never dare to face life and death! Because of this, you cannot become a person who really does great things, and you have no real courage... You are not a person who regards death as home, and you will never be able to endure pain. I will pay tribute to you well. You prove this and let you clearly realize how humble and insignificant a human being you are..."
Along with this cruel declaration, he stepped on his feet so hard that Tanglar's chest and ribs seemed to be creaking. Tanglar let out a painful wail and kept struggling on the ground, hoping to alleviate the pain a little. , however, his weak body at the moment made this struggle meaningless.
The pain kept coming, with no way to escape, and soon exceeded Tanglar's ability to bear it. He kept wailing, and the carefreeness he had barely pretended suddenly disappeared, and his prototype was revealed.
As Edmond Dantès said, he had no real courage, so he did not dare to face the crisis that would ruin his life's work, and would rather choose to escape; he insidiously encouraged Edmond Dantès His love rival went to report the sailor, but he was unwilling to leave evidence of guilt himself. He was the kind of villain who could only be famous for a while but never reach the top.
But now, everything about him has been lost, and all that is left for him is when and how he will die.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Danglars, who couldn't bear the pain, was already in tears. Because his face was covered with tears, the dirt on the ground was stuck to him when he struggled, which made him look even more embarrassed and ridiculous at the moment. , "Edmund, I'm sorry... I know I was wrong, I apologize to you, and I beg you to forgive me! Please forgive me..."
Then, in a staccato voice, he babbled on about how he felt guilty and uneasy over the years, how he lay awake at night for fear of God punishing him, and how he hoped that he could make up for his past mistakes. He spoke so vividly as if it were true.
However, this futile performance was not worth it in the eyes of Edmond Dantès.
Repent for your original evil deeds? And feel ashamed about it?
No, not at all, and never will.
He will only regret why he didn't do things more beautifully, he will only regret why he allowed himself to survive, and he will not regret anything else.
No human being would have a conscience to discover this, at least not a lowly villain like Tanglar.
"Don't insult us both with this ridiculous begging, Danglars." He interrupted Danglars's rhetoric coldly. "I will not forgive you, nor will I forgive any of my enemies. There is only one thing I want from you - fair revenge, and you can rest assured that you will all live until I feel that revenge is enough, Live well!"
As he spoke, he retracted his feet.
Tangglar is seriously injured now, and he must stop selling, lest he really kills the other party tonight.
"You just said that you wanted to hand over your wife and daughter to me?"
Tanglar took a heavy breath and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
"Don't worry, although you are shameless enough, I will not do the same despicable act as you, and I will not take advantage of others' danger to do anything to them. Although we are enemies, I will not vent my anger on you for not participating. Relatives in this matter." Edmond Dantès looked at the other party arrogantly, "As you said, transfer the custody of your daughter to me, and I will raise her safely. As for your wife ...Let her do whatever she wants, I won’t embarrass her, and she doesn’t have to bear your debts.”
A trace of doubt flashed in Danglars' eyes. It was obvious that he did not believe what Edmond Dantès said, but right now his life was in the other's hands. So what if he didn't believe it?
Moreover, he would rather believe that the other party has good conscience and is willing to take care of his daughter when she grows up - this is thousands of times better than falling into the world at a young age.
"Thank you..." He reluctantly thanked the other party.
Because there was blood foam in his mouth, his speech and enunciation were already very immature, and Edmond Dantès only twitched his eyelids and did not waste any time talking to him.
He will have plenty of time to concoct this guy in the future, there is no need to rush.
He turned and whistled.
Soon, Marquis Treville and others came over from the darkness.
The Marquis made a gesture, and soon someone carried the injured Tanglar into the carriage, and then the Marquis and Edmund walked to another carriage that was prepared not far away.
Afterwards, the carriage carrying Danglars would drive to their secret stronghold and imprison him; and the two men would return to Paris safely and continue their work.
"What are you going to do with him?" Marquis Treville asked in a low voice after getting on the carriage.
In the Marquis's own mind, of course, the sooner he kills Tanglar, the better - after all, a few of them privately shared one million with him. Even though His Majesty will definitely not mind this kind of "extra money", it is useless to keep this. People, it seems unnecessary.
However, this is a matter that can only be decided by the earl, and he has no intention of overstepping his authority.
"I have been in prison for twelve years, and I will also imprison him for twelve years, so that he can taste the pain I once suffered -" Edmond Dantès replied, "After waiting for so long, I will Make another decision, maybe kill him, maybe let him go..."
After finishing speaking, Edmond Dantes smiled bitterly, "General, I thought I would be extremely excited, but now I feel ridiculous, even a little funny - such a shameless, humble, and insignificant person , actually took away the most precious years of my life, and took away everything from me! This is ridiculous... This despicable person is not even worthy of me taking a second look, but he has put me in such a situation!"
Marquis Treville didn't know how to comfort the other person, so he could only reach out and pat the other person's shoulder.
The two people were silent all the way and quietly returned to the city of Paris, and the disturbance tonight disappeared without a trace.
And the very next day, explosive news came out of the peaceful city of Paris - Danglars, a banker in deep crisis, actually absconded with his money!
All the evidence proves that he fled Paris with the bank's remaining assets before going bankrupt.
After the news came out, Paris almost exploded. The entire industry was whispering about it. The order of the exchange was also in chaos. The depositors of Tanglar Bank were like ants on a hot pot, looking for this person everywhere. There are traces of a banker, trying every means to get his deposit back.
However, this effort was in vain. All the money in Tanglar Bank had either been lost in the previous run; or it had been taken away by Tanglar at the last moment. Although the depositors' money was still on the account, They were destined to be unable to withdraw money from the treasury, and their paper assets disappeared in this silent disaster.
Edmond Dantès could certainly imagine the pain and anxiety of these people, because he had caused it himself.
He avenged his past sins, but also saddled himself with new sins.
Is it worth it? He didn't know, but he had to do it, and he had to keep doing it. For the benefactor he was loyal to, he was not afraid to let his hands be stained with the blood of sin.
At dusk at sunset, Edmond Dantès took a carriage and followed the route he explored last time and arrived in front of the mediocre but magnificent Danglars mansion.
He slowly stepped out of the carriage, and then walked leisurely towards the mansion as if he were entering his own home.
He was stopped at the gate and several police officers told him that the mansion had been sealed due to involvement in the case.
However, what happened next shocked the police - Edmond Dantès, who claimed to be Count Bellivet of the Principality of Parma, Italy, asked his lawyer to produce a full set of documents proving that he was in Tanglar. Before absconding, he had mortgaged his mansion to the count for borrowing money. Now, having "lost" a large sum of money, he needed to get back the house that belonged to him.
After verifying that there were no signs of forgery on the document, the policemen looked at each other and then made way for the count.
So, Edmond Dantes walked grandly into this mansion that he had already visited before.
He saw a lot of luxurious furnishings along the way, but there were very few servants who were supposed to take care of it - apparently, they ran away after knowing that the master could not pay them, and some of them took them with them when they left. Some stuff.
Edmond Dantès didn't care at all, because this was his trophy.
Everything he had lost was now back with interest.
The original hostess of the mansion ran over immediately after hearing that the new owner had arrived.
This noble lady whom Edmond Dantès had met once before, now has a pale face, and no longer has the magnificent nobility of the past. And now she has a gloomy and pitiful look, which seems to have A different kind of charm.
However, Edmond Dantès noticed that there was a middle-aged man in formal clothes accompanying his wife.
"Hello, Lord Count, I am the butler of Duke Nordlien." Before he could ask, the middle-aged man spoke first, "The Duke lost a lot of money because of Tanglar's escape. This building The mansion…”
"This mansion has nothing to do with him. It belongs to me. All the legal documents are enough to prove this-" Edmond Dantes interrupted the other party impatiently, "If you want to follow me If you want to defend yourself, please talk to the lawyer next to me, I believe he has enough patience to convince you what is the truth."
The butler was immediately speechless.
Edmond Dantes looked at the lady again.
He had done some research before, so he knew that the lady's name was Emily - as for his maiden name, he didn't know, but that didn't matter.
Perhaps infected by his gaze, the lady suddenly rushed in front of him, then held his hand and asked for help.
"Sir, please save me... He insists that I am some kind of joint guarantor and wants me to pay off my husband's debt, but I have never interfered with my husband's affairs, and I have never made any guarantee... Please , help me!"
As she spoke, she began to sob. The mournful glory of pear blossoms with rain, and the deliberately miserable cry, couldn't they touch people's hearts?
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