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17. Albert

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    At the request of the Count of Monte Cristo, Charles readily agreed to help the young Italian nobleman Andrea Cavalcanti.  Although he knew in his heart that Andrei Cavalcanti might have a shady origin, Charles had no interest in exposing the count's lies and only accepted it as the truth.  After Charles agreed, the Earl seemed to be quite happy, so he and Charles stayed on the balcony on the second floor to drink.  The Earl's Mansion looked a little busy, with servants coming and going like hard-working bees.  "Is there going to be an event at the house next?" Charles asked the count after taking a sip of cocoa.  "Yes, I am going to hold a grand banquet to entertain some of the high-class people I have met since coming to Paris, as well as the important people who have helped me." The count immediately replied, "If your family is willing to give me this honor,  Of course he is among them. " This move did not arouse Charles' suspicion. After all, in his opinion, the Count of Monte Cristo came here just to spend money and squeeze into the upper class. It was normal to hold a grand banquet and so on.  .  "I'm sorry, sir." He shook his head, "Of course I would like to attend your banquet, but I'm afraid my grandfather can't. As you know, he is your Majesty's military attach¨¦, and your Majesty has many things to do with him recently.  I'm here to ask, soI'm afraid he won't be able to attend." "Then at least bring your sister?" The count did not give up, "Please understandI have been dealing with adults since I came to Paris.  "I really wanted to see some youthful colors." Charles was a little surprised. He didn't understand why the count asked so, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was no harm in it, so he agreed.  "Okay, I will bring her to attend then, but my sister has never been good at communicating with others, so if I offend you in any way, please forgive me." "Of course,  Who would care about a child?" The Earl waved his hand, "I will do everything I can to make her have fun here." After finishing the drink, the Earl returned to the study.  Inside, Charles did not leave immediately. He wanted to find out more about the situation.  He wanted to find Andre Cavalcanti and use him to trick him.  After large-scale reconstruction and repair, the Earl's mansion became more and more magnificent, but one of the disadvantages was that Charles was a little lost.  Fortunately, during this period, he also got to know some people around the count.  He came to the vestibule and found a middle-aged man who was yelling at the servants and seriously preparing for the count's banquet.  This middle-aged man is tall, has long hands, a rough face, and a thin beard.  Although he was wearing a decent formal suit, some rough and barbaric aura could still be seen in him.  He is Mr. Bertuccio, the steward of the Count of Monte Cristo.  "The strange thing is that compared to his usual calm and energetic appearance, the housekeeper today seems a little nervous, and can even be said to be out of his mind.  Although he had been yelling loudly to vent the tension in his heart, Charles could see that he was a little anxious and his face was blue, as if he had encountered some huge problem.  It would be okay if it was normal, but at this point in time, his anxiety is a bit worth pondering.     Why?  With this question in mind, Ciel walked to his side calmly.  "Mr. Bertuccio!?" The butler, who had not noticed Charles approaching at all, suddenly trembled.  "What?!" It took him a moment to react, and then he quickly smiled at Charles, "I'm sorry, Mr. Treville, I I'm a little busy right now, so I didn't notice it was you." "Well,  I understand, you have worked hard." Charles nodded very generously, and then asked, "I want to ask you where Andre is. I want to see him." "Andre?"  Butler Qiao didn't react for a while.  "That's Mr. Andrea Cavalcanti, a young nobleman from Rome." Charles reminded.  "Oh! Oh it's him." Butler Bertuccio woke up from a dream, "He he should be in the living room on the first floor, or in the lounge, where someone is playing billiards with him."  "Okay, please show me the way out?" Charles asked again.  "Oh, okay I'll let someone take you there." Butler Bertuccio slowly called a servant over and ordered himGo with Charles.  He knew this Andre and was a little afraid of this young man, so he didn't want to see him.  Ciel made a judgment at once.  Another flaw - the Count just said that he only knew Andrei Cavalcanti because of the entrustment of his friends, but it turned out that his butler knew him!  ¡°And judging from how distracted he is, this Andre is definitely not a good person.  Ciel felt that he was getting closer to the truth.  He decided to test the steward again.  "Mr. Bertuccio, how long have you been with the Count of Monte Cristo?" He asked suddenly, "Sometimes I feel that you have not been with the Count from the beginning." "Yes, sir." If it is normal.  Bertuccio, he should be more secretive, but in his current state of mindlessness, he lost his original alertness and nodded truthfully, "It was only in recent years that I had the honor to work for the count by his side."  "That's really strange. The earl would actually let a person he has only known for a few years be his butler." Charles said casually, "Logically speaking, for such an important and intimate task, he would let someone he has known since childhood be his butler."  Someone should do it? Maybe even a servant passed down by his father. After all, isn't this what noble families should be like? "" It should be like this, but my situation is different. "Although the condition is not good, but  Bertuccio still answered with a proud tone, "I was introduced by one of his good friends, so the count thinks he can place great trust in me." Charles was silent.  "I guess this good friend is Lord Wilmore, right?" he asked after a moment.  "No, no, it's Father Busani." Bertuccio shook his head, "The priest is a very kind man. He helped me a lot. It was he who saved me in a difficult situation and made me live today.  " "Oh, then he is a really good man." Charles nodded.  Although he was calm on the surface, he was a little agitated inside.     interesting!  Could it be that the people around the Count of Monte Cristo were all found through Lord Wilmore and Father Busani?  Ciel complained in his mind. ????????????????????????????????????????????????? But it wouldn¡¯t be natural to continue talking, so he decided to end it there.  He followed the servant to the lounge in the mansion, and sure enough he saw Andre Cavalcanti playing billiards at the billiards table.  Charles walked to the billiard table silently and took a look at the billiards game.  Andre¡¯s movements are skillful and natural. He seems to have a lot of experience and has a lot of experience with his opponents.  And his opponent "Albert?" Charles took a few seconds and then recognized his opponent.  Albert de Morcerf, the only son of the Count of Morcerf.  This is a quite cute young man, probably in his early twenties.  He has a handsome face and a pleasant smile. He seems to be an optimist by nature. His movements are light and agile, full of the vitality of a young man.  He was wearing a blue coat and a lavender bow tie. It seemed that he could always find that cheerful atmosphere in him.  Only a young man who truly has nothing to worry about can have such a cheerful and energetic atmosphere, and it seems that just standing with him can make people feel happy.  "Oh, isn't this Charles? It's a rare opportunity to see you in a place like this!" As soon as he saw Charles, Albert put down his cue and walked towards Charles enthusiastically, "So you also want to  It's time to relax!" "Look at what you said, I am also a young man, okay?" Charles complained with a smile, and then came to his side.  Albert de Morcerf and Charles have known each other since childhood. Because they are both "second-generation and third-generation soldiers" of the empire, they have always been cultivated as the future elites of the empire, and they have been trained since early.  He held the position of attendant in the palace and met often. However, unlike Charles, who worked hard, Albert de Morcerf was a born hedonist and optimist. Of course, he could not stand the various rules in the palace.  , so he always regarded working in the palace as a chore, and only dealt with it with superficial etiquette. Over time, he was not taken seriously in the palace, and in the end no one cared about him.  He also enjoyed being ignored by others and often had fun around Paris.  However, although he likes to be lively and entertained by nature, because of his strict family upbringing, he does not behave like many playboys, and his life is quite disciplined - romantic charm.There are some rumors about this, but they are very few.  Compared with others, it is considered a check.  To be honest, Ciel quite likes him.  Who doesn¡¯t like someone who can make people happy and is not threatening to others?  While the two were chatting, they walked to the pool table again. Albert picked up his cue again and prepared to continue the game. Andre Cavalcanti next to him also thoughtfully kept a certain distance.  , allowing the two friends to speak freely.  "How do you know the Count of Monte Cristo?" Albert asked Charles casually after picking up his club and hitting a shot.  ¡°It¡¯s because of some personal reasons that the count wants me to help him get to know the society in Paris.¡± Charles replied.  "Oh, social favors! You really have to do this job." Albert exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Who doesn't know that this boy from the Treville family is well-informed at a young age. If you want to get to know the upper class,  "It's right for him to lead the way!" "Don't be so exaggerated, I'm embarrassed." Charles smiled bitterly, and then asked, "So, how do you know the Count of Monte Cristo?"  It's a long story" Albert still smiled broadly, then spread his hands, "You must have heard the news a while ago, right? When I was traveling abroad, I experienced a wonderful adventure in Rome  "What did you do in Rome?" Charles pondered for a moment, searching for memories about the past in his mind, and then an idea flashed, "Ah! You mean you were kidnapped by kidnappers in Rome?"  "" Charles remembered that maybe last year, Albert went to Italy for a trip in excitement. After he came back, he vividly told the story of his adventure there, saying that he was kidnapped by kidnappers but was rescued.   At that time, Charles, like everyone else, felt that this was just an "adventure experience" exaggerated by a young man. Maybe he did encounter some trouble, but it was definitely not as serious as a kidnapping, so they all just listened to it, and no one could  I didn't take it seriously, let alone take it seriously.  As a result, Albert now came to the Count of Monte Cristo¡¯s house, and said that he met the Count of Monte Cristo at that time!  Rome, banditsis all this really just a coincidence?  No, Ciel doesn¡¯t think so.  "Yes, it was that time." Albert seemed to remember what happened before, his expression was a little embarrassed, but also vaguely excited, "I was quite stupid at that time. When I was attending a dance, I saw a very beautiful girl.  So he wanted to show his courtesy to her, but he accidentally kicked the iron plate. This girl turned out to be the wife of a bandit leader! Have you heard of this name? You must not?  " Before Charles could reply, the excited young man continued smoothly, "Don't treat him as a small character! This guy is very young, but he is a well-known bandit leader in the local area and kills people without blinking an eye.  , did many extremely evil things, but in the end I fell into his hands in a daze. How unlucky do you think I must be?  The Morcerf family is extinct" Although he said that he was unlucky, his face was full of excitement and he didn't seem to have much fear. He was really a hopeless optimist.  "Then, a hero appeared and saved you?" Ciel asked calmly.  "Yes! I was saved, and the hero appeared!" Albert excitedly used the cue to pry hard, and the cue ball bounced off the table, and then landed on a large number of red balls like cannonballs, "The Count of Monte Cristo"  It was like a god came down and saved me. This bandit leader, Wampa, seemed to owe him something, so he was extra merciful and let me go without even asking for a ransom. So, overall, I was not only  There is nothing to lose, and I have met a heroic friend, Charles. This is probably what the Orientals often say is the best thing in misfortune, right? "The oriental philosophers are right, misfortunes depend on blessings, so you were kidnapped.  , a hero came to rescue you and got you out of danger safely.  But poor Albert, you don¡¯t know that there is another half to this sentence - good fortune comes with misfortune.  Albert was saved and then met the Count of Monte Cristo. Is this really lucky?  Based on the information Charles knows now, this Vampa can be said to be one of the close collaborators of the Count of Monte Cristo, and he is even willing to take risks for him and sneak into France.  So from this perspective, Albert¡¯s so-called ¡°adventure¡± is worth pondering.  Maybe, this is actually just a trap set up by the Count of Monte Cristo and Vampa.?¡­ This is not impossible. Judging from the count's previous performance, he seems to be somewhat interested in the Earl of Morcerf's family. No matter what his purpose is, judging from his character, he creates a little opportunity to get close to the Earl of Morcerf.  The Seff family should not be surprised at all.  Thinking of this, Charles suddenly looked at Albert with a trace of pity.  "Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Didn't I already tell you, I'm out of danger!" Albert looked at Charles in protest, "Now we are in safe France, in the arms of a gentle mother. In Rome  "The Count of Monte Cristo helped me, and in return, I have to help him." Then, he pointed to Andre Cavalcanti across the table, "The Count asked me to take this young man with him.  When he entered the social scene, he asked me to help him establish the name of the Cavalcanti family, so I will take him around for a while. To be honest, his father is quite generous. I heard that he will give him a year.  His pocket money is 60,000 yuan. Judging from this amount, I think he will definitely be able to do well in the social world" "What a coincidence, the count also gave me the same request, and I agreed to him." Charles smiled slightly.  "So it looks like we have almost the same job now." Although he seemed calm on the surface, Charles was still struggling in his heart - should he let this lovely young man Albert know something?  Under normal circumstances, Charles would not have such entanglements at all. He would not care about the life and death of others. Instead, he would be happy to pry into the count's reality; but Albert is different after all. They are more or less friends who have known each other since childhood.  Although Albert was a few years older than him, he never put on airs. His optimistic character was what Charles liked more.  But what we are saying now has no solid evidence and is completely based on rumors.  ¡°More importantly, what if the count has no ill intentions towards Albert?  Then wouldn¡¯t he simply become a gossip, deceitful and ungrateful villain?  Morcerf is the marshal of the empire and a popular favorite in front of His Majesty the Emperor. He has commanded tens of thousands of troops. He is really famous. Charles can't think of a reason why the Count of Monte Cristo would deliberately deal with him.  .  ¡°Perhaps the Earl really just wants to cling to the powerful?  There is another very important reason.  That is, although Albert is very cute, his father, Count Morcerf, is not so cute. On the contrary, he is a bit scary.  Although Marshals Treville and Morcerf are both favorites of His Majesty the Emperor and important assistants who help him control the army, Marshal Treville is old after all, so he can only serve as the military attach¨¦ beside His Majesty. Although  He has a very high position, but does not have a specific command unit. He only exists as His Majesty's chief military adviser; but the Count of Morcerf is different. He is young and powerful, a real powerhouse, and has made great achievements over the years.  The empire has made many achievements, and its subordinates have naturally accumulated a lot of capital.  He has led troops for many years and promoted countless cronies. Even in the Spanish counter-insurgency war that just ended, he led a group of people to get promoted and make a fortune. He can be said to be a popular star in the military.  Under this circumstance, the young generals represented by him will undoubtedly pose a great threat to the status of the generals of the Napoleonic era who are already aging. For example, Marshal Treville is facing this kind of threat.  Although on the surface Marshal Morcerf still maintains due humility and respect for the older generals, the threat has been objectively created.  Therefore, from his grandfather's point of view, Charles really doesn't mind if something happens to the Count of Morcerf. It's better to make him disgraced and stop his aggressive momentum.  After thinking about it, Charles decided to hold off for the time being, not to reveal anything to Albert, and to continue to observe the situation.  "It would be best if nothing happens. If something happens that embarrasses the Count of Morcerf, he will be happy to see it happen. If it really threatens Albert's life, then he doesn't mind stepping in to help.  "Hey, young man, why are you suddenly in a daze?" Albert's voice woke Charles up.  This young man must not have known that Charles had so many thoughts in a short period of time, so he just thought that Charles had suddenly gone into a daze.  "Ah, I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of something else." Charles smiled apologetically, and then picked up a club from the side.  "Can you let me join in?" "Of course, we are just playing casually anyway." Albert nodded immediately.  Andre Cavalcanti also quickly expressed his welcome.  In this way, the three people got together and played billiards.    It has to be said that Albert is indeed very talented at enlivening the atmosphere. From the beginning, he was full of witty words and kept joking about all kinds of interesting things in upper class society.  Charles knew in his heart that he was quietly helping Andre get familiar with the situation, so he kept talking to Albert and joking with each other.  But in his heart, he sneered a little.  He really has no sense of crisis at all.  This young boy is handsome and cute, and his personality is very humorous and lovable, but that's all.  He is a good person, but he is too good, so he can only be a good person.  For ordinary people, ignorance may be a kind of happiness, but for people living in the whirlpool of the upper class of the empire, ignorance is a sin, a crime against themselves and their families.  Relying on the advantageous position obtained by the hard work of his fathers, Albert chose to enjoy life in time. Maybe this is not wrong, but when the storm really comes, this lovely young man really has the ability to stand up and rely on himself.  With his courage and resourcefulness, can he lead himself and his family through the stormy waves?  To be honest, Ciel was a little skeptical about this.
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