Jun 11, 2024
I don’t quite understand what you mean, Franz replied. Explain what you mean-because you have led my curiosity to the highest point.
Listen to the count, his face shows deep hatred. If it were someone else, his face would be flushed. If a person has never heard of the cruelest and most painful way to destroy your father, your mother, and your lover always takes away your favorite person, leaving a permanent way to heal the wound in your chest and will compensate you. Do you think that kind of compensation is enough?
Yes, I know Franz said that human justice is law, and we are comforted. She can return blood for blood, that’s all, but you can also ask her, and you can ask her within her power.
I’ll give you another example, the count continued. Every time a person is attacked by death, he will die in revenge. But isn’t it that people are subjected to thousands of kinds of tragic punishments and don’t even know about them? Don’t even give them the way of compensation and revenge that we just said? Several sins, that is, Turks stabbing Persians, drilling Indians, branding seals, are not punished enough, but they will not smell them. Answer me, are these sins not punished at all?
It was Franz who replied, but it was to punish this evil that people were allowed to duel.
Ah, the Dueling Count shouted, "It’s not easy to achieve the goal when your purpose is revenge. One person robbed your lover, one person raped your wife and one person defiled your daughter. You can ask heaven for happiness. Because the emperor created people and allowed everyone to be happy, he ruined your life. You have been miserable and humiliated him all your life. Your mind is crazy and you are desperate. You have already got revenge because you have already shot a bullet into a man’s head or stabbed a sword through his chest, but you can’t think of it." After the fight, the victory is often because he is innocent in the eyes of the world and atoned for in the eyes of the emperor. No, no, the count continued, if I had avenged myself, I wouldn’t retaliate like this.
So you don’t approve of duel? Do you think no one will duel? It’s Albert’s turn to ask questions. He is very surprised at this strange theory.
Oh, to duel, the count replied, I know a little thing, but I am insulted by a slap in the face and I am willing to duel. Because I have gained skills in various physical trainings, I have gradually developed the habit of ignoring danger. I am sure that I can kill my opponent. Oh, because I will duel, but I will retaliate against a slow, deep and permanent pain holiday. If possible, I will return the pain with the same pain. The orientals say that the orientals are our masters in all aspects, and those who are endowed with talents live in their dreams, so they have created a real paradise for themselves.
However, Franz said to the count that holding such a theory means that you are both a prosecutor and a judge’s executioner, which is difficult to implement because you have to keep from falling into the hands of the law at all times. Hatred is blind anger, which will make you lose your wisdom. Anyone who pours out revenge and bitterness may take risks and taste a more bitter taste.
Is it true that he has neither money nor experience? But it is not true that he has money and skill. Moreover, even if he is punished, the worst thing is just the kind we have already said. The French Revolution of Caring for Love has replaced dismemberment or wheel running over to death. What is this punishment? To be honest, this poor Pi Nuo will probably not be beheaded. Otherwise, you will have a chance to see how short the pain caused by this punishment is. Is it really crazy? It’s not too strange that this should happen, gentlemen. How did we talk about it? I remember that you want to get a seat in my window, but let’s go to the table first, because the servant has come to inform us to go to breakfast. While he was talking, a servant hit one of the four doors of the living room and said that the wine feast was ready. Two young people got up and walked into the breakfast room.
The breakfast was extremely rich. During the meal, Franz repeatedly visited Albert and observed their host’s words, which had an impact on Albert, but I don’t know if it was because he always didn’t mind anything. Did he not notice him? Was he satisfied with the earl’s explanation during the duel? Or was Franz particularly frightened by the earl’s theory because he knew about the past few things? He found that his companion’s face was full of worries and he ate like he hadn’t eaten anything except Italian food, which is the worst food in the world, for four or five months. The west is like an earl. He just touches all kinds of dishes. He seems to be doing his best to sit with his guests and wait for them to come and eat some rare and more delicious food after they leave. Franz can’t help but think of the horror caused by the earl on the countess. Her resolute attitude is that the man in the box opposite her is a zombie. When breakfast is over, Franz takes a look at his watch.
Oh, said the count, is there anything else you want?
You must trust us, replied Franz of the Earl’s Court. We still have a lot to do.
What is it?
We haven’t made up our clothes yet. We must get them.
You don’t have to worry about that. I think I can probably have a private room in Popolo Square. No matter what clothes you choose, I can have them delivered. You can change there.
After the execution? Asked Franz.
You can do whatever you want before or after.
Right across from the guillotine.
The guillotine is an essential part of carnival.
I’ve been thinking about the Earl’s Court just now. Franz said, I appreciate your warm hospitality, but I want you to take a seat in the window of Rospo Palace in your carriage, which will satisfy the position in Apollo Polo Square. Please take care of another one.
But I have to wake you up first, so you will miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the wonders, replied the count
Listen to me later, Franz. Tell me something. It will be more impressive if you tell it from your mouth than if I witnessed it with my own eyes. I’ve wanted to see the murder with my own eyes several times, but I’ve never made up my mind, have you, Albert?
My count replied that I had seen Castay killed, but I seem to remember that I was drunk that day because I left school that morning and stayed up all night from the hotel.
You can’t stop doing something just because you didn’t do it in Paris. It’s not a trip by one person, but you have to look at everything. In the future, someone will ask you how to kill people in Rome, and you will answer that I don’t know how embarrassed you were at that time. It is said that the prisoner was a shame, and a priest raised him as his own child, but he killed the respectable priest with a piece of firewood. Damn it, killing people in the church should be another weapon, not firewood, especially if you are a loving priest. Can you not go to the bullfight in Spain? Even if we are going to see a bullfight now, think about the ancient Colosseum Romans, who killed 300 lions and 100 people in the Colosseum. Think about the 10,000 enthusiastic audience. The virtuous housewives brought their daughters with them. Those enchanting girls, with their snow-white thumbs up, seemed to say to the lion, Come on, don’t stay, kill that man for me. He is scared to death.
So are you going to Albert?
Of course, I hesitated as much as you did, but the count’s eloquence made me determined.
Now that you are happy, let’s go, said Franz, but when we go to Popolo Square, I want to pass through Gaolu Street. Is this the Earl’s Court?
You can go by car on foot, but not by car.
Then I’d like to go on foot
Do you have to cross that street because it’s very important?
Yes, I want to see something there.
All right, let’s go from Gaolu Street. We can ask the carriage to wait for us at Boboro Field near Babuno Street, because I’m also very happy to pass Gaolu Street. I want to see if I have finished one thing I ordered.
My Lord, a servant came in and said that a man dressed as a bitter monk wanted to talk to you.
Ah, the count replied, I know who he is. Would you please go back to the living room and sit down for a while? You can find Havana cigars at the central table. I’ll be right with you.
The two young men got up and went back and forth to the living room. The count apologized to them again and went through another door. Albert was a heavy smoker. He couldn’t smoke cigars in Paris cafes this time. This was a big loss. When he approached the table and saw some real Prussian cigars, he shouted with joy.
Oh, asked Franz, what do you think of the count of Monte Cristo?
What do I think? Albert said that he was obviously surprised that his companion would ask such a question. I think he is a very interesting person. He is very particular about his food. He has been to many places and read a lot, and he is also a stoic like brutus. Besides, he blew a big puff of smoke into the ceiling before saying that he was waiting for cigars.
Albert’s opinion of the count was nothing more than that, but Franz knew very well that Albert had always thought that he would not change it unless he kept his opinion for a long time, but he said that you had not noticed a very strange thing.
What’s up?
He’s staring at you
look at me
It was Albert who thought for a moment. Alas, he sighed and replied, Isn’t that very strange? I have been away from Paris for more than a year, and my style of clothes is very old. The count probably regards me as a countryman. I beg you to explain to him at the first opportunity and tell him that I am not that kind of person.