Let us not get it wrong, replied Monte Cristo. I did not introduce Mr. Cavalcanti, of course.

And he, Albert, with a forced smile, went on to say that he would marry Miss Danglars instead of me. Monte Cristo said that you are a famous journalist, and this is the conversation material in Paris.
And did you contribute to your count? Beauchamp asked.
I don’t want to say that. Don’t spread the news. I made it happen. Don’t you know that I am on the contrary? I tried my best to oppose the marriage.
Ah, I see. Beauchamp said yes. Our friend Albert
Albert said to me, Oh, no, the count will give my master a reason. I’ve been begging him to dissolve my engagement. Now I’m happy. The count pretends that he didn’t do all this. He wants me not to thank him. Forget it. I will build an altar to an unknown god like the ancients.
Listen, Monte Cristo said that this matter has nothing to do with me because I am not very speculative about the father-in-law and the young man. Miss Eugenie seems to have no interest in marriage. When she saw my intention to persuade her to give up her precious reasons, she kept a little affection for me.
Didn’t you say this marriage was coming?
Oh, it’s my words that don’t work. I don’t know the young man. It is said that he is in good health and rich, but it seems to me that it’s just a smell. I told Mr. Danglars this several times until I was tired of listening to it, but he was still obsessed with his Lucca. I told him a fact that I think is very serious. Most of the young man was lost by his nanny, abducted by Bohemians or lost by his tutor. I don’t know exactly what kind he belonged to, but I do know his father. I haven’t seen him for ten years. What did he do in those ten years? God knows, well, nothing was said. They want to write me to the major and ask for the certificate. Now the certificate is here. Send these documents to me, just like the Bible of Pilate spanlasssjj says that I am not responsible for this righteous man’s blood crime. You should wash your hands.
What did miss Amelia say to you? Beauchamp asked. You robbed her of her life.
What? I don’t know, but I know that she is going to Italy. Madame Danglars asked me to write some letters of introduction to the Italian Opera Troupe. I wrote a note to the director of the Valle Theatre because I was kind to him. What’s the matter, Albert? You look listless. Do you really love Miss Eugenie?
I don’t know, said Albert with a sad smile
But Monte Cristo went on to say that you are not in your usual spirits. Tell me about it.
I have a headache, said Albert
Alas, my dear Jue Monte Cristo said that I have a panacea, and I recommend it to you. It is successful to take this medicine whenever I am upset.
What is it?
Really, I’m also very worried now. I want to leave home for fun. Shall we go together?
What do you worry about count Beauchamp saying?
You take things very lightly, and I’d like to see a lawsuit ready to be done in your house.
What lawsuit?
That’s what M. de Villefort is preparing. He wants to sue my lovely assassin. It looks like a gangster escaped from prison.
Yes, Beauchamp said I read about it in the newspaper. Who is this Caderousse?
It seems that a countryman, M. Villefort, had heard of him when he was in Marseilles, and Danglars remembered seeing him, so the prosecutor’s office was very concerned about this matter, and the police chief was also very interested. Of course, I was very grateful for all this, but because of this, they brought all the thieves near Paris to me to identify the killer of Caderousse. If you continue to go like this for three months, every thief assassin in France will know everything about my family. I decided to escape from them to a distant place in the world. I am very glad that you can accompany me to the Jue.
Very happy
Then it’s decided.
Yes, but where to go?
I have told you to go to a place where the air is so fresh that every sound is calm, and no matter how proud people are, they will feel small and humble, even though I was once called the master of the universe like Augustus
But where on earth are you going?
Go to the sea. Go to the sea. You know I am a sailor. When I was a baby, I grew up in the arms of the old Poseidon, who raised Andrea spanlasssjj, the wife of Poseidon in Greek mythology. I used to swim in Weilan’s clothes behind the green robe of the old Poseidon. I love the sea and treat it as my lover. If I don’t see her for a long time, I will feel distressed.
Let’s go, count.