Let’s hope, my friend, the count, still says

Ah, Morrel said that the excitement suddenly peaked and fell back to the valley of despair. You are teasing me, like those kind and private mothers who sweet-talk their children. They are upset because the children cry. No, my friend, I want you to be careful. I am not afraid that I will bury my pain in my heart and I will keep it a secret. Even you don’t have to pity me. Farewell my friend.
On the contrary, the count said that from now on, you must live with me. You must not leave me in a week. We will leave France.
Still want me to hope?
I told you to hope because I know a way to cure you.
The count may say that you can do this, and I am even sadder than before. This is an ordinary blow. You can change the environment in an ordinary way to cure it. So Morrel shook his head with disdain and suspicion.
What can I say? asked Monte Cristo. I have confidence in my method. Please allow me to have a try.
Count, you will prolong my pain.
So the count said that your heart was so fragile that you didn’t even give me the courage to try. Come on, do you know how capable the count of Monte Cristo is? Do you know how much power he holds? Do you know how much confidence he can get from the emperor? The emperor said that people believe that mountains can be moved. Well, wait a minute and hope for that miracle, or be careful, Morrel, or you will be ungrateful.
Have pity on me, count.
I feel so sorry for you, Maximilian. Listen to me, I can’t cure you in a month. Then pay attention to my words from that day to that time, Morrel. I will put my pistol in front of you and give you another cup of the most powerful Italian poison, which is more effective and faster than the poison that killed Valentine.
You promised me.
Because I am a man, because I told you that I have thought about death, and I have always thought about sleeping happily since I left you.
But can you promise me this? said morrel intoxicated
I not only promised, but also swore that Monte Cristo held out his hand and said
Then, on your honor, I can’t get comfort after a month’s holiday. I will take care of my life, and no matter what I do, you won’t say I’m ungrateful.
A month ago, this time and date was sacred Maximilian. I don’t know if you remember that today is September 5, and ten years ago, your father wanted to die, and I saved his life.
Morrel grabbed the count’s hand and kissed him. In doing so, he felt that it was time for him to get a month. Monte Cristo continued, you will see a pistol in front of our table at that time. You can die happily, but you must promise me that you will never kill it this month.
Oh, I swear too
Monte Cristo held the young man tightly in his arms, and now he has said that you will come and live with me today. You can stay in Haide’s room, and at least you can replace my daughter by yourself.
Haide Morel said what happened to her.
She left last night.
Leave you?
Because she is going to wait for me, you are going to look for me on the Champs Elysé es. Now come with me and don’t let anyone see me.
Maximilian bowed his head like a child or a saint and did as he told him.
Chapter 16 Property Sharing
Mrs. Al Bermar Cerf chose a hotel building and a small suite in Saint Germain. A very mysterious person rented this small suite.
The porter has never seen him wearing a red scarf around the coachman in cold nights in winter, but in summer he always blows his nose when he approaches the door. But this gentleman is not monitored. It is said that he is a very high-ranking person and is not allowed to be interfered by courtesy. His secret behavior is respected. Although he is fixed when he comes to the hotel, he never stays here at about four o’clock in winter and summer, but the servant who manages this small room will light a fire from winter to 3: 30 in summer.
Twenty minutes later, a carriage stopped in front of the door. A lady dressed in black or dark blue came out of the car and ran quietly up the stairs like a ghost through the concierge. No one ever asked her who to look for. Her face was like that of the gentleman. The two concierges didn’t know that in Paris, they could be so cautious. The concierge stopped when she reached the second floor.
Then she gently knocked on the door in a special way. No one knew what she was doing in their room when she went in the back door. She was as careful when she left the room as when she came in. The lady always wore a veil when she went first. She crossed the carriage and either disappeared at one end of the street or disappeared at the other. After about 20 minutes, the gentleman also buried her face in a scarf and left.
On the second day of visiting Danglars in Monte Cristo, that is, the day of Valentine’s funeral, the mysterious tenant came in at ten o’clock in the morning, almost at the same time instead of every once in a while as usual. The veiled lady hurried from the car to the door, but before it arrived, the lady shouted, "Oh, Lv Xian, my friend’s concierge." It was the first time that I knew that the tenant’s name was Lv Xian, but because he was a model concierge, he decided not to tell his wife about it.
Well, what is it, dear? His name was leaked by the lady in a hurry. The gentleman said, tell me what is it.
Oh, Lv Xian, can I count on you?