Take my last gold coin. Danglars handed him his wallet and stammered, Let me live in this hole. I don’t want it anymore. I demand that I live.
Then you really feel pain.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m in great pain
But there are people who have suffered more than you.
I don’t believe it.
Think of those who starve to death.
Danglars thought of the old man lying in bed moaning when he was in a coma. He also groaned on his forehead. He said that although people were more miserable than me, they died of martyrdom.
Have you repented? asked Danglars in a solemn low voice. Danglars’ hair stood on end with fear. He opened his weak eyes and tried to see what was in front of him. Behind the robber, he saw a man wrapped in a cloak in the shadow of a stone pillar.
What should I confess? stammered Danglars.
Confess that you have done bad things, the voice said
Oh, yes, I repented. Danglars said that he, his thin fist, pounded his chest.
Then I forgive you, said the man, throwing off his cloak and walking into the light
Danglars, the count of Monte Cristo, said that hunger was painful, and his face was pale and his fear was even more earthy.
You are mistaken. I am not the Count of Monte Cristo.
Then who are you?
I’m the one who was framed by you for selling slander. My fiancee led a humiliating life because of you. I was trampled by you. My father was starved to death because of you. I also wanted you to die of hunger, but I forgave you because I also needed forgiveness. I am Edmund Dantè s.
Danglars shouted and fell to the ground, huddled up.
Get up. The count said that your life is safe. Your two companions are not as lucky as you. One is crazy and the other is dead. Keep the remaining 50,000 francs. I gave it to you. The 5 million you cheated from the hospital has been returned to them. Now you can have a good meal. You are my guest Vampa tonight. When this person is full, he will let him go.
Danglars still fell to the ground when the count left. When he looked up, he saw a figure disappear in the tunnel. Robbers on both sides of the tunnel bowed to him. Vampa treated Danglars according to the count’s instructions and let him enjoy the best wine and food in Italy. Then his carriage took him away and put him on the road. He leaned against a tree for a night and didn’t know where he was. At dawn, he found himself near a stream. He was thirsty and staggered to the stream. When he leaned over to drink, he found that his hair was completely white.
Chapter 117 October 5th
At about six o’clock in the evening, the milky white fog enveloped the blue sea. Through this fog, the sun scattered its golden light on the blue sea in autumn. The heat gradually subsided during the day, and the breeze swept over the sea like a refreshing breeze blowing on the Mediterranean coast, spreading the fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with fresh sea breath everywhere.
In this vast sea from Gibraltar to Daniil, from Tunisia to Venice, a clean and beautiful yacht walks through the dusk mist, and the swan spreads its wings in the wind and glides smoothly on the water. It quickly and gracefully leaves a glowing water mark behind it, and the sun gradually disappears on the western horizon, but it seems to confirm that the myth of the mythologist has not finished its fantasy, and it seems to tell people that the sea god Andrea holds Vulcan in her arms. Although she tries her best to hold her. My lover hid under her big blue carpet, but she couldn’t hide the sea wind. Although it wasn’t enough to blow a girl’s hair, the yacht was moving very fast. There was a tall, light-skinned black man at the bow. He opened his eyes and watched them gradually approach a piece of land that was oppressive. The land stood in the boundless waves like a huge Catalan conical hat.
Is this the island of Monte Cristo? The passenger asked in a low and depressed voice. The yacht seems to be sailing according to his instructions.
Yes, my Lord. The captain said we were here.
When we arrived at the passenger, we repeated this sentence in a sad voice, and then he whispered that it was the port, so he smiled more sadly than tears and fell into a series of thoughts. A few minutes later, he saw that the island flashed a fleeting light and a shot went to the yacht almost at the same time.
Your honor, the captain said the island sent a signal. Would you like to answer it personally?
What signal?
The captain pointed to the island and a wisp of light smoke rose from the edge of the island, which gradually expanded.
Ah, yes, he said it was like waking up from a dream and bringing it to me.
The captain gave him a live ammunition, and the passenger slowly lifted it and fired a shot. Ten minutes later, the sailor set sail and anchored 500 feet away from the small port. The boat had been put into the water boat. Four boatmen and a helmsman. The passenger walked in the boat, and there was a blue carpet at the stern of the boat. But he didn’t sit down, but he put his hands on his chest. The boatmen waited for their paddles to be half-lifted out of the water like seabirds drying their wings.
Let’s go. The passenger said that the paddles were put into the water together without splashing a drop of water. The boat slid forward quickly for a while. They had reached a naturally formed small port and the bottom of the boat touched the beach.
The adults rode on the shoulders of these two men and asked them to take you to the shore. The young man gave an indifferent gesture and replied to this invitation by stepping into the water and reaching his waist.
Ah, my Lord, the helmsman said softly, you shouldn’t do this. The master will blame us.
The young man continued to follow the sailor in front. After about thirty steps, they landed on the ground. The young man stamped his feet on the hard ground and looked around at him looking for someone. He led the way because it was already dark. When he turned around, one hand fell on his shoulder and the same sound startled him.
Hello Maximilian, you are punctual, thank you.
Ah, is that you, count? The young man almost said that his hands held Monte Cristo’s hand tightly.