Why it never ends

Chapter 259 Confession
"what?"

"If a man has not had several affairs, or is favored by many women at the same time, then winning his love cannot highlight the charm of the heroine... What's more, such a man knows better about 'slut' and 'good woman' Therefore, the innocent heroine will be more cherished.

"If the male protagonist is forced to be written as an innocent young man, this effect will completely fade away. Once another young woman appears in the story, and she also develops love for the male protagonist, then no matter the heroine Readers who are still in front of the book will immediately feel a great threat.

"In these stories, the heroine is favored over all virtues, and whether the hero is morally sound or not ... is completely irrelevant."

"So that's how it is..." Hesta thought thoughtfully, "I do understand a little bit after you explain it this way."

"That's what my bookseller friend told me," Roger said softly. "I invited him to the Viscount's manor on Queen's Day last year. At that time, Sophie and her friends mentioned some reading to him. Opinion, after he went back, he said that it was very inspiring, and the few stories published after that were very popular, if you are interested-"

"Are you also familiar with Villefort?"

Roger was startled, "...That's not true, it's just that Miss Sophie likes to hear stories about traveling abroad, so she often comes to see me when I'm a guest at the viscount's house."

"What do you think of Villefort?" Hesta looked forward, "How does it compare with Tanglar?"

Roger laughed dryly twice. He racked his brains to recall the few meetings he had with Villefort in these years, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"... He doesn't seem to appear often." Roger whispered, "But I heard Sophie mention a few charity events he attended. In this regard, the Duke seems to—"

"This is also what confuses me the most," Hesta interrupted Roger again, "Judging from Villefort's behavior over the years, he seems to have done a lot of good things, but look at the people around him. Who are they? Tanglar, Rich, Schmidt, Fernand... How can an honest gentleman make such friends?"

"...Yes," Roger echoed, "but I was also shocked to hear that the Duke was also on the assassin's death list."

"Didn't Tanglar tell you why they were targeted by the assassins?"

Roger shook his head.

"Really," Hesta stopped, she laughed, and gave Roger a meaningful look, "It seems that he doesn't regard you as a real friend."

……

At the end of the road, Hesta and Roger stopped.

Behind an old stone gate, a huge sunken dance floor appeared in front of the two of them. All the lampstands hanging on the dome in the past have been removed, leaving a few rusty iron hooks. The hollow carvings are projected on the ground, reflecting the outline of the entire dance floor.

"The sunken dance floor is what Rich wants to reproduce most in the Golden Crow Palace," Hesta said, holding a lamp, and walked slowly down the stone steps, "he spent a lot of energy and money, and in the end he can only sigh , the sunken dance floor of the Rohan Palace is an incomparable treasure in the world.”

Roger nodded in agreement, but he couldn't see the reason for Richie's words at all. This place looked like an empty theater, full of ghosts everywhere, and there was an unpleasant rotten smell.

The two quickly walked to the center of the dance floor. Roger felt a little cold. He put his arms around his arms and looked around. He found that the ground here was full of suspicious black stains.

"...Why is there a pile of charcoal fire here?" Roger suddenly looked not far away, he approached a few steps, leaned over and licked the ashes on the ground, "It is indeed a charcoal fire...someone has been here, and it is still here It's on fire."

Hesta stood in the moonlight, watching him quietly.

"Oh...I see, you have been here before, haven't you?" Roger tried his best to show a stiff smile, "You...you are like Viscount Rich, you have been here...for a long time—"

"Look up." Hesta said lightly.

Roger was a little dazed, but he still took a quick snapshot. When his eyes passed the shadow beside him, he understood why Hesta asked him to do this—a huge cross was nailed to the wall of the dance floor , On the cross, the victim's expression is painful.

Hesta walked slowly to Roger's side: "For a while, Villefort often came here, and he used this place as his confession room. According to the priests, during that time, he completed his confession with God here. Reconciliation... What do you think he is confessing?"

"This... I really don't know much about it."

"Your complexion is not very good," Hesta said softly, "Is it too cold?"

"A little……"

Hesta took out a metal silver jug ​​from his clothes: "I brought wine—"

Roger shivered, and he felt a chill slowly spread from the soles of his feet, "...Didn't you say that you never drink?"

"Indeed, I'm too strong to drink," Hesta said with a normal expression, "so this jug of wine is specially brought for you."

She tossed the flagon, and Roger caught it timidly.

"I... I'm actually not very cold..."

"drink."

Trembling, Roger unscrewed the lid, barely took a sip, then pretended to accidentally drop the jug on the ground, and the transparent wine flowed out, exuding a burst of wine aroma.

Hesta obviously didn't care, she bent down and lit the charcoal fire on the ground again.

"what about the taste?"

"...very, very good."

"As long as you like it, I stole it from Tanglar's storehouse. I guess the quality should be good." Hesta threw the extinguished match into the faint flame, "Is it still cold?"

Roger shook his head again and again, and by the light of the fire, he suddenly found that Hesta's hands were wearing gloves made of special materials, "...Eureka...why did you—"

"Take off your clothes."

"……what?"

Hesta lightly adjusted the edge of the glove, "Take off your clothes."

"Eureka, I don't understand why you seem to be a different person since you entered the Rohan Palace..." Roger lowered his head slightly, "The situation is too bad now, and it doesn't make sense to continue, I think we still -"

Before Roger finished speaking, he suddenly felt a heavy blow on his left cheek. His brain seemed to lose consciousness for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he had already flown in an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. Rolled several times in the direction of the cross.

Under the severe pain, Roger's left ear could not hear any sound at all, only a burst of unbearable tinnitus buzzing, he barely raised his head, his vision blurred for a while, and clear for a while.

Suddenly, Roger's heart constricted suddenly - he suddenly saw, just under the cross not far from him, the heads of three men were neatly arranged.

(End of this chapter)