Yes, Caderousse said Benedetto had become a big noble.
How can he become a big noble?
He is his son when he comes.
What’s the name of that big noble?
The count of Monte Cristo is our master in this room now.
Benedetto is the count, replied Monte Cristo. This time it’s his turn to express surprise.
Well, I believe it’s because the count found him a fake father, because the count gave him 4 thousand francs a month and left him 500 thousand francs in his will
Oh, oh, the false priest said that he understood the young man’s current name.
Andre cavalcanti
Then my friend, the Count of Monte Cristo, served the young man who was about to marry Miss Danglars at home.
Exactly.
You bastard, you-you know his shameful life in the past, and you keep it a secret?
I must stop a partner from doing good things, said Caderousse
You are right. You should inform M. Danglars, not you, but me.
Don’t do that, Abbey.
What? No.
Because you will bring us both down.
And you saved villains like you. How can I conspire to be your accomplice?
Caderousse, the abbe, said, come closer.
I’m going to expose everything
Expose to whom
Mr danglars
God, Caderousse shouted, pulling a knife from his back and stabbing the count in the chest. You can’t reveal anything, Abbey
Caderousse was very surprised that the knife didn’t pierce the count’s chest, but broke the blade and bounced back. At this moment, the count grabbed the assassination wrist with his left hand, and when he twisted it, the knife fell from his stiff finger. Caderousse let out a cry of pain, but the count kept twisting the gangster’s wrist until his arm was out of line, kneeling and falling back to the floor. The count then stepped on his head and said, I don’t know what is stopping me from stepping on your head, you bastard.
Ah, have mercy, have mercy, cried Caderousse
The count got up at his feet and said
Caderousse got up. Oh, how strong your wrist is, Abbot, he said, slapping his arm, which was bruised by that meat clamp.
Shut up, Emperor. Give me strength to be a beast like you. I’m acting for the emperor. Remember, beast, I’ll forgive you now or let him go.
Oh, said Caderousse, groaning in pain
Take this piece of paper and I’ll tell you to write it.
I can’t write Abbey Pavilion.
You’re lying. Take this.
Caderousse, awed by the reverend majesty, sat down and wrote, Sir, you are now graciously receiving him and your daughter is about to get married. I am the one who escaped from the drudgery ship in Toulon. He is No.59, I am No.50, and his name is Benedetto, but he doesn’t know his real name because he doesn’t know who his parents are after all.
The signing count continued
Aren’t you going to ruin my life
Fool, if I want to ruin your life, I will drag you to the nearest police station, and once this letter is sent, you will probably not be afraid to sign it.
Caderousse signed it.
Address: Monsieur Danglars, Baron Danglars’ House, Anton Avenue.
Caderousse wrote the address and the priest took the letter. Now he said enough. Go.
Which way to go?
The road when you came.
Do you want me to go through that window?
It’s convenient when you come in
Oh, you’ve made a plan to attack me, haven’t you, Abbey?
What plan can I have?
Then why not let me go through the gate?
What’s the advantage of waking the concierge?
Abbey Court tells me you don’t want me to die, do you?

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