No, Debray said, but I assure you that he is on very good terms with many people. I once met him at the minister’s house.
Ah, it’s Chateau-Renaud who said that you can understand the king’s demeanor by recognizing the minister?
You just spoke beautifully, said Chateau-Renaud Beauchamp, laughing.
But Debray told Beauchamp that I talked to the presiding judge, and you probably talked to the prosecutor.
That’s impossible. In the past week, a series of strange family tragedies have happened at Mr. Villefort’s house and his daughter died strangely.
What do you mean strange, Beauchamp?
Oh, come on, don’t pretend. Don’t you know what happened at the minister’s house? Beauchamp said, putting his glasses until his eyes were exhausted, thinking that they wouldn’t fall off.
My dear Gerchateau-Renaud said, allow me to tell you that you don’t know half as much about playing with monocles as Debray. Teach him a lesson about Debray.
Look, Beauchamp said I can’t make a mistake.
What’s the matter
is she
Who is she?
They say she has left Paris.
Miss Eugenie, did Chateau-Renaud say she was back?
Not her mother.
Madame Danglars’ nonsense is impossible. Chateau-Renaud said that her daughter had only been gone for ten days and her husband had been bankrupt for three days, so she came outside.
Debray blushed slightly and looked in the direction of Beauchamp.
He said that it was a veiled lady, a foreign princess, perhaps Cavalcanti’s mother, but you were just talking about a very interesting issue, Beauchamp.
I
You are telling us that Valentine died strangely.
Ah, yes, but why isn’t Madame de Villefort here?
Debray, a poor and lovely woman, said that she was suspected to be busy refining potions in the hospital or mixing beauty products with her friends. Do you know that she spends two or three thousand silver coins every year on this kind of entertainment? I am glad to see her because I am very much her.
I hate her very much, said Chateau-Renaud
what
I don’t know why we love us and hate me. I hate her by nature.
To be more accurate, it is Yu neng.
Maybe, but let’s get back to what you said, Beauchamp.
Good Beauchamp replied, do you want to know why so many people died in Villefort’s family?
How good is it? said Chateau-Renaud
Honey, you can find that sentence in Saint-Simon.
But it happened at m. de villefort’s house. Let’s get back to it.
Say to Debray, you admit that I have been paying attention to that room for the last three months, and there has always been a black veil hanging there. The day before yesterday, my wife told me about that room, Valentine.
Who is the lady? asked Chateau-Renaud.
The minister’s wife, of course.
Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve never visited the minister and asked the kings to do that.
You were beautiful before, and now you are radiant. Count, have pity on us, or you will burn us all like another Jupiter.
I don’t speak anymore, Chateau-Renaud. Seriously, damn it, don’t criticize every word I say.
Let’s finish your story, Beauchamp. I told your wife that she asked me about it the day before yesterday. Please guide me and let me tell her some news.
Well, gentlemen, so many people in Villefort’s family died because of a murderer in that house.
The two young people both shuddered because they had thought of this idea more than once.
Who is the murderer? They asked together.
Edward
Hearing a burst of laughter, the speaker was embarrassed at the end. He went on to say that you are Edward, and he can be called an old hand in killing techniques.
You are joking.
No way. I hired a servant who just escaped from M. Villefort’s house yesterday. I sent him away the next day. He eats so much that he wants to make up for the loss he was too scared to eat in that room. Well, listen to me.
We’re listening.
It seems that it is very likely that the lovely child got a bottle containing some kind of medicine, and he can deal with him at any time. No, at first, Mrs. Saint-Milan made him hate him, so he poured three drops of his medicine, which was enough to kill her. Then, the brave grandfather Barros Noirtier, he didn’t offend the lovely child. You know that the lovely child also gave him three drops of medicine, and then it was the turn of the poor Valentine. She didn’t offend him, but he was jealous of her. He also poured three drops of medicine for her, and she went to the end like everyone else.
Hey, what kind of ghost story are you telling us? Chateau-Renaud said.
It’s Beauchamp’s story that belong to another world, isn’t it?
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