Why it never ends

Chapter 297 Argument
The clock pointed to twelve o'clock, and a gust of wind suddenly blew countless raindrops on the window, causing Sophie to look up suddenly.

The lamp on Villefort's desk casts a light yellow halo on the dark gray glass window. Compared with the torrential rain and wind outside, the quiet bedroom at this moment looks like an isolated island surrounded by wind and waves.

Sophie looked down at the ring, and suddenly felt a little chill for no reason, and some terrifying images came to her mind, which made her get up from the chair, and quickly walked towards the narrow door leading to the inner room.

"Uncle?"

Sophie called softly, but no one answered.

She pressed her ear to the door, but only heard her own breathing and heartbeat.

Sophie hesitated for a moment, but pressed the doorknob—the door was locked from the inside!
"Gu—"

There was a sound of footsteps, and Villefort's haggard face appeared behind the narrow door, "What's the matter, Sophie?"

"...Oh, it's okay." Sophie took a step back in a little helplessness, "I haven't heard the voice inside, so... I'm worried that something happened to you."

Villefort sighed, "...give me a full prayer time, will you?"

"Sorry," Sophie clenched her hand guiltily, "I won't bother you anymore."

The door was closed again, and Sophie clutched her sleeves and returned to the original seat. After a few deep breaths, she also clenched the cross hanging on her chest, and prayed to the savior in the distant sky.

……

After comforting Sophie who couldn't resist knocking on the door for the first time, Villefort quickly changed his clothes.He tried his best to pull the closet against the wall a few centimeters away. During this process, he felt that the wound he had bandaged during the day seemed to be stretched. He had to change his position and continue to press the closet against the other shoulder. open.

When the distance between the wall and the closet was barely enough for a person to pass through, he saw the secret door—the secret door leading to the Rohan Palace.

The dark and cold stone steps stretched downwards. Villefort walked slowly while leaning on the wall. He only walked this road once with his father when he was a child. If it hadn’t been for the unexpected accident this time, he would have almost forgotten that he and Roon were in his own villa. There are also several secret passages between the palaces.

Villefort didn't dare to bring any lighting tools, for fear that something might happen in the process that would attract the attention of the mercury needles. However, the slight echo of the footsteps still aroused fear in his heart, and he forced himself to count the steps. Soon, he felt that he After all the downhill, the stone path began to flatten out, ending in a narrow spiral of stone steps.

The diameter of the stone steps is only one meter, leading to a secret room in the very center of Rohan Palace.If you look down on the floor where the secret room is located from directly above the building, you will find that it is just sandwiched between the concert hall and the viewing platform.The dressing room and washroom subtly conceal its existence. Behind the heavy sound insulation material, an [-]-square-meter conversation room is perfectly invisible.

The damp wind kept blowing from above Villefort's head. When he tremblingly came to the only exit of the stone steps, he found that the door was ajar, and the padlock on the door was casually discarded on the ground.

Villefort took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door, but the darkness in the secret room was no different from that in the stone passage—he still couldn't see anything.

Villefort felt the wall, walked carefully along it, and soon found matches and candles on a table.

At the moment when the candle was lit, he saw the black cloak beside the table. Despite his mental preparation, Villefort's hand still trembled. The burning candle fell from his hand and was caught by a black hand before it hit the ground. .

The man in black didn't say anything, she placed the candle horizontally, waited for the melted wax to drip onto the table, and then pressed the bottom of the candle on top.

"...Assassin." Villefort finally made a sound.

The black mask turned to him.

Villefort felt a strong palpitation again, which almost made him unsteady for a moment, and he quickly grasped the edge of the table, barely falling.

"I... finally see you." Villefort whispered, "Finally... see you."

Behind the candle, the assassin's head was slightly turned to one side, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

"I knew it was you who left me that note... No one else would ask me to meet here at this time except you... I wanted to come here yesterday...but..." Villefort murmured incoherently, "fine--"

"Get to the point." A synthesized electronic voice came from under the mask, "Didn't you always want to see me?"

Villefort's breathing stopped, and in a moment of trance, his eyes slowly opened wide, countless mixed emotions flashed across his face, he kept opening his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The candles were crackling and burning, and Villefort was breathing more and more heavily. He sat not far from the assassin, his hands clasped tightly.

"Sooner or later, this day will come, I actually... have always known it." Villefort lowered his head, his whole face hidden in the shadows, "I... don't ask your forgiveness, I never... never asked for this A little, but... but..."

Villefort's throat trembled slightly, he clenched his fists and looked up at the assassin not far away.

"Alvira is innocent, she... and Sophie, they should never be implicated!"

Facing the dark face of the assassin, Villefort's voice gradually became firm.

"I have long been prepared to die. If you have been following my life like the mercury needles said, you will know that this is not just talk, as long as it can calm the resentment in your heart , no matter how you plan to deal with me, I... have no complaints.

"But the events of these days—I don't know if they were part of your plan, I hope not—have...far exceeded my expectations."

The assassin leaned back slightly, and tapped her jaw with her index and middle fingers, "Go on."

"Outside, the crimes committed by Tanglars and the others have caused a storm in the city, and you, you piled up all the corpses in the Rohan Palace, and deliberately put me at the bottom of the death list... Now everyone thinks that I am too. One of them conspiring - do you know how serious such an accusation is!
"I... I never thought I was morally perfect, but I, I can swear to God, I have never committed any crime against the lives of others - I am just an ordinary person, and there will be ordinary people. Human weakness, you can punish me at will, but you should never make up those out-of-the-box crimes...they will bring endless pain to my family, do you understand?"

Speaking of the excitement, Villefort shed tears, "They...are innocent, they don't—"

"There is a saying, duke," the assassin lazily interrupted Villefort's defense, "that you and Danglars are essentially two kinds of people—I have heard no less than three people say that during this time."

She stood up from her chair.

"But in fact, Villefort, you are of the same kind as they are."

(End of this chapter)