Why it never ends

Chapter 290 Experience
Hesta sat down in the corner of the living room, and when Villefort entered the hall, she saw his swollen eye sockets.Endai followed the three of them upstairs and came down after about a quarter of an hour.Hesta exchanged a few words with her, and said softly, "Isn't the Duke going home today? Why are you back?"

"Who said he was going home? The funeral he held for himself here will last for six days, and today is..." Ende calculated, "The second day or the third day?"

"I heard from the butler," replied Hesta, "that you are going to the Rue Longfonds, aren't you?"

"Yes, but the Duke is going to meet a former friend of his...for a newspaper." Ende said, motioning Hesta to look at the coffee table in front of her, "Just the one in front of you."

Hesta unfolded the double-folded daily newspaper and saw the huge headline at a glance:
Killing Photography: The Men Being Killed by 'Alecto'

Hesta flipped through two pages casually, and soon saw a photo in the prominent position of the second edition, which was the letter she had left to Schmidt.

Next to this photo, there is a clear frontal photo of Schmidt and Rich.

Unlike the "Anecdote Daily", which was a small business before, this newspaper directly started the slave trade industry in the third district. From the livable place to the wasteland, the entire chain of human trade stretched for thousands of miles.The officials at various joints are intertwined, and their interests are intertwined with each other, and the few nobles who were targeted by the assassin this time are just a few of the more influential nodes.

"...What kind of newspaper is this?" Hesta looked again at the rather indecent registration and the following editor's information, "Stella Clifford... who is she?"

"It seems to be Victoria's friend too?" Ende blinked innocently, "I only met once."

Hesta put down the newspaper, "...Is this thing credible? I feel that the reporters in Habitable Land can make up anything for newspaper sales—"

"Credibility is a question mark first, but this newspaper is free." Ende replied.

"free?"

"Well, it seems that it started to be distributed on the streets of Tanyi this afternoon. After more than an hour, people from the police station rushed to stop it and seized the remaining thousands of copies... The Duke's housekeeper happened to see this The newspaper was delivered," Ende said, "He was going to go out after reading the newspaper, and then Alvira and Sophie said they would follow... That's it."

Just as Hesta was about to ask something, Villefort's cry came from upstairs.

The two looked up at the source of the voice at the same time. Ende was a little surprised, "I don't see his name mentioned in the newspaper. Why does the Duke care so much?"

Hesta laughed, "...who knows."

……

That night, the priest who was good at narrative therapy visited the viscount's manor again, and this time he stayed twice as long as the last time. Before leaving, Hesta heard him sigh helplessly.

In the afternoon of the second day, only one guest who was supposed to attend the Duke's funeral came. The other guests all said that they were in a hurry for various reasons, and the only person who came to visit only stayed for more than ten minutes. Then leave in a hurry.

Hesta looked at Villefort's dejected face from a distance. Compared with the previous days, he was in a completely different state. However, this change was not without trace - just a few days ago, he was still alone. A gentleman with an open-minded attitude and unknown danger, but now, because of a series of murders, his name is firmly tied to several heinous criminals.

The news from outside is still coming in a steady stream.

After several days of fermentation, the public's anger over the slave trade reached its peak.It started in Tany, and soon spread throughout the Third District. It is impossible to imagine that civilization today still retains this ancient evil. "Non-existence Daily" released several editions of interviews with the characters one after another. The photo of the women crying towards the Golden Crow Palace at dusk drew countless tears.People drove to the suburbs one after another, laying down snow-white golden gardenia next to the ruins.

In the manor, Hesta stood still.She still followed the previous order and wandered alone in the huge manor, waiting for the "assassin" who would never appear in front of her.Several times, she passed Tanglar's windows, which were still firmly sealed and not opened.She stood there, thoughtful.

In the past few days, she has carefully read through every "Non-Existent Daily"-many things mentioned in these reports have never been heard of by her.

All this gave her a new understanding of the rules of the game in Habitable Land.

For so many years, the lives ruined by Rich and Schmidt are like fish in a river, but no one has ever come to them and made them pay for their atrocities.No wonder the stories of revenge are always endless, no wonder the savior who has never appeared can still gain a large number of believers in this world...

People here say "don't be evil", but they really mean "don't be exposed", because the only evil here is stupidity, and leaving no trace is the greatest virtue...

Each of them is skilled in playing the role of "friend of justice".

"Eureka!" Ende waved to Hesta outside through the window in the distance, "I made tea, come and drink!"

"Oh, here we come."

Hesta trotted back to the villa, and Ende was fiddling with tea sets on the coffee table next to the sofa.

"Do you have to walk outside for so long every day?" Ende handed Hesta a cup, "Are you afraid that Victoria and the others will find you lazy?"

Hesta smiled, "Yes, after all, our every move may be in their eyes."

"Haha, yes."

The two clinked glasses, and the housekeeper not far away stared nervously at the porcelain cups in their hands.

"Today's "Non-Existence Daily" is here." Endai handed over the newspaper, "Have you read it?"

"Well, I saw it when I was eating this morning."

"Did you say that the assassin was also reading this newspaper during this time?"

"Maybe."

"Will she be happy?"

"……why?"

"She has been taking revenge, but she hasn't said a word, and now someone suddenly wrote about the pain and anger she endured..." Ende flipped through the newspaper, "Her story, maybe behind an article here, Will it be comforting for her that everything is finally being made public...?"

Hesta smiled, "Maybe."

"Huh? You seem to be very disapproving."

"These people are dead, so it doesn't matter if what they did in the past is not made public."

"How can it be okay... Isn't it nice that everyone is talking and looking at it now?"

"It will all pass." Hesta put away the newspaper. "Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? At most a week, people will quickly forget these things... I have experience."

(End of this chapter)