Eagle’s Glory

"I can give you the details immediately, or later."

Edmond Dantès did not expect that Bowen would be so cooperative, but if he thought about it carefully, his colleagues had been enemies since ancient times, and it was normal for Bowen to hate Danglars.

Seeing how disdainful he was towards Tanglar, he felt relieved.

Although the focus of his actions now is not revenge, deep down in his heart, he has never forgotten his original hatred for a second. He will not deliberately spend energy to find flaws in his enemies, but if he has the opportunity, he will pry without any effort. He doesn't mind knowing the true and falsehoods of his enemies in private.

Only by knowing your enemies can you sting them more effectively, and he knew this very well.

"Thank you for taking such care of me, Mr. Beauvain. I will never forget the kindness you showed today." Edmond Dantès took the initiative to greet the other party, "I have no hostility towards Mr. Danglars. , but because I have done business with this bank before, I can't help but be a little careful about him. You said before that he made a successful transaction - it is true, but the transaction conditions he gave are a bit too harsh. Yes, I have always been dissatisfied with this.”

He cleverly hid his hatred under the premise of "dissatisfaction with the transaction", and although Bovan was sophisticated, he did easily believe this reason - after all, in Bovan's view, the Earl, as Bonaparte, The favorite of the family cannot have any interaction with Tanglar. If there is any dissatisfaction, it can only come from this.

He was also happy to see Tanglar unknowingly becoming an enemy of the Bonaparte family - it would be even better if he could be given severe sanctions!

When he thought that Tanglar, that annoying guy, might suffer a big loss, his smile couldn't help but become more honest and gentle, and he looked like an old farmer who had a good harvest.

At this time, Edmond Dantès was also having other thoughts in his mind -

If Tanglar's financial information can be obtained from Bowang, why can't it be obtained from him for others? For example...Fernand, the self-proclaimed Count Morcerf.

When Edmond Dantès thought of this name, he couldn't help but feel a flash of psychological disgust in his heart, and he managed to hide it.

Intellectually speaking, he should not ask a banker for customer information now, but as a person, as a victim whose family was ruined, after finding a glimmer of light, he couldn't wait to know something about the situation.

"Count, what's wrong with you?" Bowen noticed that Edmund was a little distracted.

So I asked curiously.

"Mr. Bowen, do you know Count Morcerf?" Edmund calmed down and asked as calmly as possible.

To his surprise, Bo Wang, who had always been very calm, suddenly became very strange, as if he had heard something terrible.

"Do you know the count?" he asked loudly.

"No, I don't know him." Edmund had already thought of his words in a very short time, so he shook his head coldly, "But I have heard a story about this earl."

"What story?" Bowang asked curiously.

"So do you know this Earl?" Edmund did not answer his question immediately, but asked Bovan.

Bowang knew that in order to satisfy his curiosity, he had to be honest first, so he stopped evading and answered the other party directly. "To tell you the truth, Count Morcerf is a friend of our family and often comes to our home as a guest. He is also an important customer of our bank."

"Your house is full of guests." Edmund commented coldly.

Bo Wang could hear the faint sarcasm in this, but he naturally didn't care about it, "To be honest, if you want to make your business bigger in our industry, you must have a network of relationships. The closer our network of relationships is, the more , the higher our social status, and social status is our credit. Without credit, no one will give us their money to use. To tell you the truth, I have always deliberately made friends with upper-class people, and Moore Earl Seff happens to have this need, so we have always had a good relationship."

Edmund understood what the other party meant - Bowen was a new upstart in the financial world and needed to be recognized by the upper class, while Fernand, the "count", was only obtained through forced genealogy and was not recognized by the real famous family. The aristocratic family liked it, so these two ambitious people got together in order to climb to a higher social status, which was a bit like "hugging together for warmth".

In this kind of friendship, there is an exchange of interests, but there is no real friendship - Edmund also doesn't believe that Bo Wang can talk about feelings with others.

Just right! Just right! Bowen is close to Fernand, and he and Fernand have close financial contacts. Isn't this an excellent condition? If I win over Bowang, I can secretly spy on Fernan's most important points, and even if I want to, I can easily bankrupt him.

Edmond Dantès's eyebrows trembled slightly because of joy and excitement - he wanted to see this scene so much!

"Earl?" Seeing his appearance, Bowang couldn't help but ask again, worried that he had some mental problem, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Edmond Dantès shook his head, "I'm just a little excited... Please forgive me."

"Is a person you don't know worthy of your excitement?" Bowang asked.

"You might as well listen to the story I'm going to tell you - it's actually very brief." Edmond Dantès looked at Bowen and then continued slowly, "Count Morcerf has served in the Near East before. do you know?"

"Well, I know! When he was a guest in our home, he once talked about his military career, but please understand, I didn't care much about it, so I just remembered it -" Bo Wang laughed. answer. "He seems to have said that he served as an instructor under a certain governor, won the governor's trust, and fought for him with all his life. Unfortunately, the governor's career failed in the end..."

"He was only half right. Let me tell you the specific story -" Edmond Dantès interrupted him coldly, "He did become the instructor of Ali Pasha of Ioannina. But he did not remain loyal to the pasha, but betrayed his benefactor! He led the Turkish army into the pasha's fortress, causing the pasha to lose his life. He also sold the pasha's granddaughter to The Sultan was treated as a slave, and he received a large bounty for these achievements. Presumably part of the money he saved with you came from this past event."

Bowang listened to this story quietly, thinking about it in his heart.

There is no doubt that this is a very bad and shameless story, but he does not feel indignant. Instead, he feels that Morseff is really ruthless and decisive in his actions and has that admirable demeanor.

However, if this matter were made public, it would definitely have a very bad impact on the Earl's reputation.

And judging from the Count's reaction, he should hate Count Morcerf very much.

As a result, Bowang also acted indignant.

"Is this true, Monsieur Count?" he asked angrily.

"I swear on my honor that it is true," Edmond Dantès replied.

"I really didn't expect it! That guy looked like a brave soldier, but turned out to be a shameless traitor, a person who betrayed his benefactor..." Bowang cursed while paying attention to the count's reaction, "But Mr. Count, you Why do you know all this?"

"You should have heard of the newly established Principality of Ioannina, right?" Edmund asked.

"Of course I have heard of it, that was the great achievement of Duke Leichstadt." Bovan replied immediately, "It is said that he made a little girl become the queen."

"The little girl, the girl in the story I just told, the poor pasha's granddaughter, was given by Count Morcerf. She was forced to enjoy a slave life for several years, and finally She has just escaped from the sea of ​​misery, and she will always remember the favor given to her by Count Morcerf..." Edmund continued to sneer.

I see!

Bowen understood all this.

If the story told by the count is true, then Count Morcerf was an enemy of Queen Ioannina. In other words, he must also be an enemy of the Bonaparte family - this guy must not have thought that the little girl who was sold as a slave would one day turn around, right? Destiny is really mysterious.

The fact that the count is so familiar with this story further proves that he must be a favorite of the King of Rome.

Now, Bowang needs to weigh which side to choose.

Count Morcerf on one side and the Bonaparte family on the other - this is not a multiple choice question at all.

I had to choose between the Royal family and Bonaparte. Who was Morcerf?

"I understand... Count Morcerf is indeed extremely shameless." Bowen sneered. "So, Mr. Count, what are you going to do with him? Revenge for Her Majesty the Queen?"

"No, I don't want to do anything now." Edmond Dantès shook his head, "I just want to know some information about him from you. The more the better."

Should we leave it to the Queen to resolve it? Bowang made his own interpretation.

But this has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't care. In his eyes, Count Morcerf has no value and is not worth investing any more resources.

"Logically speaking, we should not reveal the client's information, but... in my opinion, justice is more important." After pretending to weigh it for a moment, Bowen agreed to the count's invitation, "Sir, I can send Morse I will tell you all the information about Count Husband’s dealings with us, as well as the details of his account.”

Edmond Dantès's eyes flashed with bloodlust. He smelled the smell of his enemy's blood. He was ready to bite the enemy's throat, bite it several times, and devour the flesh and blood. Let out the hatred in your heart.

Before that, you still need to be patient, temporarily patient...

"Thank you for your help, sir. I hope you will continue to have normal contact with Count Morcerf in the future. Please forget all the stories I just told you." He warned the other party.

"I understand." Bowang nodded in agreement, "My wife also has a good relationship with Countess Morcerf, and I can get some information through her."

"How is Countess Morcerf doing now?" Edmund asked abruptly.

Bowang was stunned. He didn't expect the count to ask this question.

"I haven't had an in-depth conversation with her, so I don't know how she is, but she seems to have always been a little depressed. Recently, after having her son, she seems to be looking better." Bowang answered the other party truthfully, "However, Her melancholy appearance did not make her age, but it made her more dignified. She is really a beauty..."

At this time, Bowang suddenly noticed that the excitement in the count's eyes disappeared, and his eyes became frighteningly gloomy.

"Their son?" Edmund asked in a low voice.

"Well, although they have been married for several years, they only recently had a son, whose name seems to be Albert..." Although Bowang was a little confused, he still answered.

Edmund clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, causing pain, but even this was not as good as the pain in his heart.

Because of a cruel joke of fate, his beloved fiancée married someone else and had a child... This kind of thing would be a painful blow to anyone.

Because of this, he hated those enemies even more - they were the ones who took away everything from him, made his old father sick and hungry and died alone, and made his fiancée fall into the trap of the conspirators in a daze, marry him and have children!

What kind of revenge is needed to wash away this shame and hatred? !

He had not yet imagined how he should take revenge on them, but he swore that it would be a cruel thing on earth.

Not only would he die, but he would also have to lose his reputation and lose everything, so that he could feel a little better.

But Mercedes, what should she do? What about her son? Are they also enemies? Should they be treated as such?

Edmund asked himself blankly, but he couldn't get an answer.

He recalled the past, when His Majesty asked him how he should treat Mercedes and her child. He had replied at that time that if there was a day of revenge, he would choose to treat them kindly, because the child also had the blood of Mercedes. The blood of Thétès.

——And what would Mercedes do if the child was also killed? She would be heartbroken.

He asked himself now and found that he really couldn't do such a thing to Mercedes.

It was only then that he realized that Bowang had been looking at him curiously.

"Sorry, I was distracted." He couldn't help but apologize, and then reluctantly found a reason for himself, "I think that although Count Morcerf is a heinous bastard, his wife and children are not guilty, and there is no need to find a solution. How to deal with them."

"I think so too." Bowang looked convinced. "Well, let's settle it like this. Give me some time and I will write you the details about Count Morcerf - I don't know where your address is?"

Edmond Dantès picked up a pen and paper, wrote down the address of the mansion he now bought, and handed it to the other party.

He was confused at the moment, but he still maintained his composure, then said goodbye to Bowang and left.

After walking down the bank building, he found himself in the busy traffic of Paris, full of hurried pedestrians and carriages. The busy atmosphere and the materialistic desires flowing everywhere finally washed away the anger and loneliness in his heart, allowing him to regain his sense of self. Feeling refreshed.

He raised his head and looked at the sky above his head and the Supreme Lord invisible behind the clouds. "Lord, maybe hatred will change me beyond recognition. I hope I can still remember who I used to be!"