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    The so-called wealthy British aristocrat Lord Wilmore is just an incarnation of the Count of Monte Cristo.  Although this fact will be unbelievable to many people, it is indeed a fact - a fact that has been confirmed by Charles himself.  Although Lord Wilmore looked cold and stern, had an arrogant attitude, deliberately did not speak French, and pretended to be very careful, he was completely different from the Count of Monte Cristo, but because of some serious flaws in his smile, he ended up in the summer.  The prototype appears before you.  Ciel forced Lord Wilmore to deal with it with all his strength by forcing him to compete in swordsmanship, and Ciel finally found a decisive flaw.  Although I don¡¯t know what the use of this discovery is, it is definitely an important discovery.  After the competition, both of them were panting heavily uncontrollably, but Charles was a young man after all, and his physical strength recovered quickly. In just a quarter of an hour, he was completely back to normal.  "I hope you can forgive me for my presumptuous challenge, Lord." Charles continued to speak to the Lord in English, trying his best to avoid any flaws. "You are indeed very powerful and worthy of your arrogance." "Speaking of this from the position of a winner.  "You are arrogant enough," Lord Wilmore (Count of Monte Cristo) replied in English with a wry smile.  "However, the winner is not condemned. He can ridicule the loser as much as he wants." "I am really not sarcastic about you, sir. You are one of the most powerful swordsmen I have ever seen." Charles said sincerely  Looking at the other party, "If it weren't for your poor condition and the injury you suffered in the duel with the Count of Monte Cristo not long ago, you would definitely have the upper hand in the end." "You don't have to be modest, young man, you are very powerful, very powerful,  Considering your status, this is even more rare. If you want to master swordsmanship, you must have great perseverance, endure pain, and practice hard, and you must be able to avoid being swayed by lust.  Temptation, it is not easy to persevere with perseverance" Lord Wilmore looked at Charles in surprise, as if he knew him again, "Are all the descendants of Marshal France so powerful?" "No?  , I am the one who is particularly good, others are not so good." Charles smiled slightly, looking a little proud and complacent for the first time, but this pride quickly disappeared, "However, this is true.  It¡¯s not just about willpower. After all, not every swordsmanship coach dares to train and punish their powerful apprentices properly. Fortunately, I have such a coach.¡± When he said this, he suddenly said.  Recalling the memory of being beaten in various ways by Aunt Agnes, I couldn't help but smile again.  "That's really not easy. Can you introduce me to this teacher? He must be very powerful to teach a disciple like you." Lord Wilmore was fascinated, "Don't worry, I have no other intentions.  "I just like to meet all kinds of strange people." "If she was still in France, I would introduce her to you, but it's a pity that she is not here now." Charles shrugged, "Everything was going as usual, but one day she suddenly died.  I left a letter saying that I had something to do abroad, and then I couldn't see anyone anymore. I didn't know why, let alone how to find her" "Her?" Lord Wilmore opened his eyes wide.  With his eyes closed, it seemed a little unbelievable.  "A woman?" Charles shrugged again.  "What a pity It would be great if we could meet such a strange person!" Lord Wilmore sighed sincerely, obviously unable to feel sorry for seeing a female swordsman with his own eyes.  "I also want to see her as soon as possible" Charles also let out a long sigh.  During the conversation between the two people, Lord Wilmore gradually adjusted his breathing. After all, the middle-aged man's body was still unable to compare with that of the young man, but he had not reached his limit.  It can be seen that he has nothing to talk about with Ciel anymore, and his eyes are already hinting that Ciel can leave.  But before leaving, Charles had one more question he wanted to explore.  "By the way, sir, I suddenly remembered something and wanted to ask you." "What?" Lord Wilmore frowned, seeming a little impatient.  "Well I met a person at the Count of Monte Cristo's house, who was introduced by the Count himself, Mr. Andrei Cavalcanti - according to the Count, he is the son of a great Italian nobleman, because  He was kidnapped since he was a child and had to live in exile abroad. Finally, he was discovered by you and introduced to the earl. Is this what happened? " "That's right. It was me who introduced him. What's wrong?"  Lord Mo still looked impatient.    "Since you and the Count of Monte Cristo are enemies, why did you introduce someone there?" Charles pretended to be ignorant and asked the other party, "Also, young Mr. Andre Cavalcanti, who is the same person as you?"  What's the relationship?" "Ciel's question was very abrupt and a bit harsh. Ordinary people would not be happy to hear it, let alone someone like Lord Wilmore.  "Yes, the count and I are enemies, but I don't know anyone in this country, so when I was looking for a protector for that young man, I had to find him. Although he has a bad character and is a wanderer,  It is quite reliable in this matter, and our personal hatred has nothing to do with this young man." He frowned and interrupted Charles very rudely.  "As for Andre himself, I have no dealings with him. I only met him recently. I just helped him out of pity for his plight. We will not have any dealings in the future. What he did  It has nothing to do with me, and I don't know who he is. This is all the answer I can give. Are you satisfied? " "Okay, I understand, I'm sorry, sir" Charles said calmly.  The other party bowed, then turned and left.  Lord Wilmore's outburst surprised him. Logically speaking, since the count used his own incarnation to work hard to fabricate information to send Andrei Cavalcanti into the social world of Paris as a nobleman.  , then we should make greater efforts to build momentum for this young man.  But now, both the Earl himself and his incarnation, Lord Wilmore, are showing that it doesn't matter at all, trying their best to distance themselves from him, as if they just throw him in and end the matter.  If he just wants to make a young aristocrat popular, it is really unreasonable to do so. He should always support him and give him a platform to support him, so as to make Andre Cavalcanti popular to the greatest extent.  But what the count did was the opposite. He secretly provided financial support to the other party, but on the surface he kept clear of the relationship.  ¡°Then what on earth is the count thinking?  It¡¯s almost like he deliberately wants to see Andre Cavalcanti make a joke.  But after spending so much effort, is it just to watch a joke?  It¡¯s really unbelievable.  No matter what, Andre Cavalcanti, who was specially dug out from the public and sent to Paris by the Count of Monte Cristo, is worthy of a closer look.  ????¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Although the weather is getting warmer, spring has arrived at its most beautiful moment.  In the blue sky, there are white and flawless clouds. They have no lines and are mixed with each other as if they are only rendered with paint. Under the breeze, they are continuous and entangled with each other, singing heartily.  The splendor of spring.  The always lively Baron Tanglar's house was also full of guests today. The flowers in the garden of the residence were in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers spread everywhere, making the originally luxurious residence even more like a fairyland on earth.  And right in the garden, a beautiful song was wafting around along with the fragrance of flowers.  "Le Temps des Cath¨¦drales  C'est UNE Histoire Qui A Pour Lieu Paris La Belle En L'n de Dieu Mil Quatre-VISTOUX HISTOIREREREREREREREREREREREREREREREationERAEARAEAREAREAREUEREUX HISTD ISTES Anonyme ¡ª¡ª S "  Under everyone's attention, Miss Eug¨¦nie de Danglars, who was wearing a black skirt, squinted her eyes slightly, and then spoke the lyrics above slowly with an extremely clear voice.  Her singing voice was so clear and graceful that the pigeons beating around her seemed to be intoxicated with it, and they stopped by the wall to listen to the beautiful music.  The audience sitting in the garden were even more mesmerized. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, and their eyes were full of surprise, admiration, and even some admiration.  But unlike usual, the guests who came to the Baron's house today were not the fat rich and bankers, nor the high-ranking officials and foreign envoys in uniforms with arrogant attitudes, but a group of young people.  Yes, too young.  The young Miss Treville was sitting next to her brother, enjoying Miss Danglars' unreserved natural voice. On the other side of her, the person sitting was her good friend and colleague.  My classmate, Mademoiselle Marie de L¨¦oran, is in the studio.  Although her expression was very serious and she listened to the singing very seriously, her young and beautiful face still looked childish, and her golden eyelashes kept shaking on her blue eyes, full of charm.Full of innocent cuteness.  "Sir, I told you right, she is really a genius!" She was immersed in her singing voice and sighed sincerely to her brother next to her.  "Indeed, he is a genius." Charles nodded, agreeing that his sister's statement was not an exaggeration, but a real fact.  Today is a special party.  After celebrating her birthday today, Miss Eug¨¦nie de Tanglar is about to leave the studio where she has been studying and enter the adult world. To commemorate this special day, Miss Tanglar decided to hold a party and then  Show off your proud singing voice and leave an indelible end to your youth.  However, it is very regrettable that because of her own personality, she is not very popular among her classmates, so they avoid her invitation and do not attend her birthday party, no matter it is  Whether it is a bank party or a noble party, few people are invited.  It was certainly uncomfortable to be alone. Miss Tanglar's experience aroused Fran's sympathy. She believed that a genius should not receive such unfair treatment, so she always remained indifferent to the world.  , this time instead decided to attend and support Miss Danglars. Anyway, she has a very powerful family and does not have to look at anyone's face to act.  In order to strengthen Miss Tanglar¡¯s ??reputation, Fran even asked her brother for help and asked him to call some of her friends to support Miss Tanglar.  Ciel, who had always doted on his sister, of course would not refuse this request. He quickly found a group of friends and gathered them together to support the legendary talented singer.  However, the actual result also made him very happy - his sister did not brag, Miss Danglars was indeed very good at singing, so much so that even he couldn't help but indulge in it.  This is a purely natural singing voice.  It¡¯s a thousand times better than those singers who rely on continuous adjustments in the recording studio and can only lip-sync when they get on stage!  Charles has been looking at Miss Danglars in the center. She is wearing a black dress that looks like mourning clothes. Her face is pale and serious, as if she is an artist who is creating a great work. She is as focused as an artist who is creating a great work. There is some masculine heroism in her beauty.  She must have a very arrogant personality, no wonder she is not very popular.  Ciel thought.  Baron Danglars, a big banker who likes ostentation, would certainly not treat his only daughter badly, so it was obviously just a small birthday party, but it turned into a grand ostentation. Not only was the venue spacious, but all kinds of equipment were also very complete.  A large number of servants were arranged to serve them.  During the interval when Miss Danglars finished singing a song, the servants served cups of ice cream to the guests, bringing a rare coolness to the already hot weather.  While drinking iced drinks, these young guests also gathered together in twos and threes and started chatting.  Ciel was also standing with two friends.  "My friend, I really envy you!" He stretched out his hand and patted Albert de Morcerf heavily on the shoulder. "God has been so good to you that he actually gave you such a rich and beautiful fianc¨¦e.  , and there is such a beautiful singing voice You will be lucky in the future, you can have this kind of enjoyment when you have nothing to do, and you don¡¯t have to go to the opera house. " Albert de Morcerf is the Marshal of Morcerf.  My son, as a friend of Charles, came here today to listen to the singing voice of Miss Danglars.  Today he is wearing a dark blue coat and a thin bow tie. His slender body is both handsome and full of youthful vitality, and the smile on his face adds to his optimistic temperament.  There had been rumors in society that he was about to become Mademoiselle Danglars' fianc¨¦, so Charles made fun of him - and to be honest, he was indeed a little envious of this lucky young man.  Ciel was not the only one who envied him.  "Yes, Albert, you are so lucky." Another young man standing next to him, Mr. Andrei Cavalcanti, also nodded in agreement.  He was wearing a black coat today, with a serious expression, looking decent and solemn. However, a diamond ring on his hand slightly ruined his solemn demeanor, but it was innocuous.  He was also very handsome, but his expression was much deeper. It was obvious that he had experienced more things than Albert.  Just now, this young man full of desire was also listening to Miss Tanglar's singing voice, and then he was intoxicated. Even now, his expression is in a trance, as if he has lost his soul, and his eyes drift to that lady from time to time.  "It would be great if I could find a similar fianc¨¦e! God has favored you so much."   "You can stop making fun of me." Being teased by his two friends, Albert's face turned slightly red. He lowered his gaze, as if he did not dare to face the two people. "This matter has not been settled yet, so you can  Don't make things worse for me! You see, Miss Danglars doesn't necessarily like me. She has a birthday party this time, but she didn't even invite me formally. Charles brought me here by the way.  What kind of status does she have in mind? I don't think this marriage is so easy to get done" "Obviously, after seeing Miss Danglars' gifted singing voice just now, Albert, who was originally not very enthusiastic about this marriage, now also  He began to feel a little moved, and his tone began to change from rejection to "the other party may not be willing" - the difference between these two young people who are sophisticated in the world can of course be heard.  "My friend, stop being reserved. If you want to be happy, be happy. The social world has already reached this point. What else can happen?" Charles couldn't help but tease him again.  One sentence, "Is Baron Danglars still willing to make himself a laughing stock in the social world and take the initiative to cancel the already confirmed marriage? This is impossible, so, my friend, stop pretending to be uncomfortable and enjoy yourself  Lucky for you, it will make us feel better." Charles's joke made several people around him burst into laughter. Everyone teased Albert, making the young man blush all of a sudden.  But he was shy, and he was obviously very happy in his heart. After all, there were not many such fianc¨¦es in France. He now felt that he had no reason to push away such luck.  While everyone was still teasing Albert with jealousy and envy, Charles's gaze suddenly stopped in the corner, where there were several figures sitting alone without any interaction with the surroundings, and this inconspicuous figure  In the corner, there was a person who seemed to be someone he knew.  Why did she come here?  "I'm sorry, I'll excuse you for a moment." Charles said to several friends, and then walked away.  The girl wearing glasses who was hiding in the corner was admiring the porcelain on the table.  Even if these porcelains are just temporary utensils placed at Tanglar's house to entertain guests, they are still valuable and high-end goods. The girl plans to appreciate these porcelains to pass the time before the next song arrives.  While she was carefully judging the origin of the porcelain, a gentle call came to her ear.  "Matilda?" The girl wearing glasses was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked up.  Then, the smiling blond boy fell into her eyes.  The blood on the girl's face suddenly faded and became very pale, as if she had seen a ghost.  "OhCiel! Youwhy are you here?" Am I that scary?  Matilda¡¯s reaction made Charles very confused.  Does this girl hate me?  This is a troublesome thing.  This girl is not an ordinary person. She is the youngest daughter of Count Dillion, His Majesty's Palace Clerk. She often goes to and from the palace because of her father's relationship.  Compared with her unlearned father, she is well-read in poetry and has a high level of literary accomplishment. She is also very kind and kind to others, so she has also won the favor of His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Queen Mother - in France, she can do this.  There are really not many people there.  What¡¯s even more valuable is that despite having such honor in the court, Matilda has never been arrogant, let alone arrogant, and is always kind to others. She can be called a clean stream in the court.  Charles, who often visited the palace, of course knew Matilda, and because of Matilda's status in the palace, he was even more worried about when he would offend this girl, which would be an unreasonable disaster.  "Ai, I came here with my sister. She wanted to cheer up her classmates. But I didn't expect it was my luck to hear such a beautiful singing voice." In order not to offend the other party, Charles said concisely.  He told his purpose of coming.  "I didn't expect you to be here." "I didn't expect I didn't expect that we would even think of getting together." Matilda smiled bitterly, her tone sounding very nervous.  "If I had known I wouldn't have bothered so much. If she had supported me, nothing would have happened." "Yes, you are also her classmate, and you are here to support her today, right?" Charles quickly said  I figured out the joints.  "Did you come here secretly?" "Yes." Matilda nodded lightly, "Please keep it a secret for me, Charles." As the granddaughter of a great politician, Matilda was born into a noble family.  , naturally the leader of the aristocratic girls in the studio.One of the leaders is naturally an enemy of the bank party, so even if she wants to support her, in order not to make things difficult for her friends, Matilda chooses to sneak over alone. This is also like Matilda's style-gentle and considerate.  , no one is offended.  No wonder she is so nervous.  Charles thought to himself, it seems that I am not hated yet, everything can be saved.  "Okay, don't worry, I will keep it a secret and won't embarrass you." He immediately nodded repeatedly and assured the other party.  "Well, that's great, thank you." Matilda forced a smile, and then waved her hand to him, "Anyway you go back first. We will talk again when we have the opportunity."  Why are you so nervous?  I promised to keep it a secret from her.  Ciel felt a little confused.  However, since others had already issued such an eviction order, he was of course embarrassed to stay any longer, so he immediately turned around and prepared to leave.  However, before he took a few steps, a petite figure wearing a lace skirt, long bangs and brown curly hair came next to Matilda as if no one else was there.  "Matilda, how long can we stay today? I want to hear more, it really sounds good." She whispered to Matilda.  This voice sounds so familiar Isn't it?  A strange thought suddenly flashed through Charles' mind.  Driven by this thought, he slowly turned back and looked at Matilda.  Matilda did not answer this question. Her face was extremely pale, and her eyes behind the lenses were full of nervousness, looking at Charles almost desperately.  Then, her face suddenly turned red again, obviously feeling regretful about her mistake.  But Charles¡¯s eyes were not on her, but on the long brown curly hair pinned under the hairpin.  At this time, the other party's cold and arrogant eyes fell on him.  Charles was stunned for a moment. He stared ahead with dumbfounded eyes. At this time, Matilda also discovered something unusual about Charles.  "Your HighnessPrincess?" Ciel blurted out in shock.  "Youwhy are you here?" "Oh my God" Matilda sighed, and then walked to Ciel's side.  She leaned close to Ciel¡¯s ear, and then said to him in a voice as soft as a mosquito, ¡°Youyou must not tell others! II brought Her Royal Highness here with me.¡±
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