Go get it, my good man. Maybe it’s something I’m interested in. Don’t worry.

I’m going to get Mr. Wang’s guide
The count knelt down before the death bed, which turned into an altar bed. Oh, I’ll give birth to my father again, he sighed. You have given me wealth of knowledge. You can distinguish good from evil like a god. The living can still communicate with each other. After death, the soul can revisit the place where we once lived and suffered. So noble heart, noble soul, then I beg you to give my father love and give me some inspiration. Get rid of the remaining doubts in my heart. That doubt will not become satisfaction, but will become regret.
The count bowed his head and put his hands together.
I brought the guide voice from behind, sir.
Monte Cristo shuddered and got up. The guide handed him a roll of cloth, which was the treasure of Faria elders’ knowledge. This was the draft of Faria elders’ article on establishing a unified kingdom of Italy and Italy. The count hurriedly took it. His eyes fell on the inscription. He read that the Lord said that you would pull out the dragon’s teeth and trample the lion on your feet.
Ah, he shouted, that’s the answer. Thank you, my father. Thank you. He reached into his pocket and felt for a small wallet with ten thousand franc notes. Well, he said this wallet was for you.
Gave me
Yes, but on one condition, you can’t call until I’m gone, so you hide the roll of cloth he just found in your arms. In his opinion, it is more precious than the most valuable jewelry. He ran to the tunnel and jumped into the boat and shouted back to Marseilles. Then he turned his head and stared at the gloomy prison, damn it. He shouted that those who I went to that painful prison, damn those who forgot that I was there.
When he passed the Catalan village, the count buried his head in his coat and whispered a woman’s name. He reassured him twice. His tenderness was almost close to love, and the name was Haide.
After the shore, the count went to the graveyard. He believed that Morrel would be found there. Ten years ago, he tried to find a grave devoutly, but he came back to France with millions of money, but he didn’t find his starving father’s grave. Old Morrel did put a cross in that place, but the cross had already fallen down. The grave digger burned it like a rotten wooden cross in their cemetery, and the respectable businessman was lucky. He died in the arms of his children. They buried him next to his wife who died two years ago. Two big stones with their names engraved on them stood on both sides of a small graveyard.
Morrel leaned against a cypress tree and stared at the grave. He was so sad that he almost lost consciousness.
Count Maximilian said you shouldn’t look at the grave, but at his fingers there.
Death is not when Morrel said we were leaving Paris. Did you tell me that?
Count Maximilian said that you asked me to let you stay in Marseilles for a few days on the way. Do you still think so?
I don’t think about anything, count. I think I have less pain here than anywhere else.
That’s good because I have to leave you, but I still have your promise, don’t I?
Ah, count, I’ll forget it
No, you won’t forget that you want Morel, because you are a letter, because you have sworn an oath and you have to swear it again.
Oh, count, have pity on me. I’m so unlucky
I know a man who is more unfortunate than you, Morrel.
impossible
Alas, Monte Cristo said that this is our poor pride. Everyone is more miserable than the one who is crying and moaning beside him.
A man who has lost everything he loves and hopes in the world will suffer more than him.
Listen, Morrel, listen carefully. I know a man who, like you, once pinned his hopes for happiness on a woman. He was young. He loved his old father. He admired his fiancee. They were about to get married. But at that time, we almost suspected that the emperor’s twists and turns took away his lover and his dream. He was in a black prison.
Ah, Morrel said that people in the dungeon would come sooner or later.
He lived there for fourteen years, and Count Morrel put his hand on the young man’s shoulder and said
Maximilian shivered for fourteen years, and he said verbally
In the fourteenth year, the count repeated that during that period, he had many desperate times and also recognized himself as the most unfortunate person who wanted to kill like you.
Really? asked morrel
It was at the height of his despair that the emperor appeared, because the emperor no longer worked miracles. At first, he probably didn’t show poverty and kindness to that person, because his eyes were covered with tears and he couldn’t see clearly. Finally, he accepted patience and waited for one day. He magically left the death row and became a rich man. He first went to his father, but his father was dead.
My father is dead, too, said Morrel.
Yes, but your father died in your arms. His money was respected, he enjoyed himself too fast and enjoyed himself for a long time, but his father died in poverty, despair and doubt. When his son looked for his grave ten years later, his grave law recognized that no one could say that there lay your beloved father.
Emperor morrel sighed.
He is a more unfortunate man than you, Morrel, because he can’t even find his father’s grave.
But he loves that woman less.
You’re wrong, Morrel. That woman.
Is she dead?
It’s worse than that. She ungrateful married a man who persecuted her fiance. You see Morrel, he is a more unfortunate lover than you.
Has he been comforted by the emperor?
Emperor Shao gave him peace.
Does he want to be happy again?
He has been pursuing Maximilian.
The young man hung his head on his chest. You remember my promise. He pondered and reached out to Monte Cristo and said he remembered.
On October 5th, Morrel, I’ll wait for you in Monte Cristo. On the 4th, a yacht will wait for you in bastia Harbor. The ship’s name is Euros. You tell the captain your name and he will bring you to see me. That’s the agreement, isn’t it?