Under the soothing of Charles' warm words, Duta Airou was given an amnesty and hurriedly agreed to Charles' request and repeatedly promised to complete it on time.

He has been in the business world for so many years, of course he would not be so naive that he would think that Charles would be kind and understand his difficulties and forgive his faults. However, since Charles asked him to raise funds to repay him as soon as possible, it means that he would be useful to him.

People who are useful generally have the value of living.

Driven by his desire to survive, he agreed to all Shire's request without hesitation in exchange for his own safety.

Seeing Dutaai so sensible, Charles no longer made things difficult for the other party. He comforted the other party a few more words and then said goodbye directly.

After all, he still has no interest in horse racing.

He had something more important to do - he was going back to Paris to meet someone.

A person who can make his blueprint clearer.

Yes, after careful reconnaissance and careful thinking, he has drawn a blueprint in an orderly manner for the next action.

However, there is still a partial puzzle that needs to be installed in the entire Blueprint. Without it, Shire will always feel a little uneasy.

The name of this puzzle is Father Busani.

Indeed, Father Bustani is too important.

It can almost be said that everything has a story about Marseille, and it is him.

Edmund Dontes is the root of the whole story, but unfortunately he died early. If there was no other causal connection, he would have lost the traces of himself left in the world forever and turned into a few lines of words displayed in the archives.

But Father Busani made these lines of words become a living human being.

The priest first came out of the prison in Eveburg and told the world the news of Edmund Dontes' death, and then gave a diamond as a gift to an inn owner, causing a bloody case. By chance, Bertuggio was imprisoned. As a result, he testified again, cleared Mr. Bertuggio away from his inn and recommended him to come to the Count of Monte Cristo, and finally he became the steward of the Count.

This priest knew the Count of Monte Cristo in his early years and watched him grow up, and was said to be familiar with everything about him.

He is an important figure connecting Edmund Dontes thirty years ago and Count of Monte Cristo thirty years later, and perhaps the heart of all stories.

He knew too much and involved too many things, but he himself was like a ghost, usually without a trace and did not appear until he needed it. Like the "Great Adventurer Lord Wilmore", Father Busani was also a mysterious figure. He had been walking in secret, and he was wandering around the world. It was extremely difficult to see him.

Fortunately, he was very lucky this time. Father Bustani was strolling around the world recently and came to France, and lived in Paris, giving him a chance to visit - just like Lord Wilmore.

When Charles visited Lord Wilmore before, he got an extremely shocking gain - the Earl of Monte Cristo and Lord Wilmore are actually the same person, and the identity of Lord Wilmore is fictional.

He didn't know what he could get from Father Busani this time, but he was already full of doubts and was ready to face various situations at any time.

Father Busani rented a house in a single gated courtyard on Ferro Street. Charles took his carriage to the corner of the street to get off, then walked to a dark green door and knocked gently.

When he arrived here, it was already very late, the sun was slanting westward, and it was about to sink to the horizon. The afterglow of the setting sun fell into the corner of the city, first dyeing it golden yellow, and then turning it into a dark red. Against the backdrop of the faint light, the courtyard behind the door seemed a little gloomy.

The door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in a servant showed his face and looked at Charles.

"I am Charles de Treville, who made an appointment to visit here," Charles handed over his business card to the other party, and nodded friendlyly. "Is the priest at home now?"

Maybe it was told by the master, maybe it was because the surname Treville was already scary, and the servant's attitude immediately changed from being cold at the beginning to being attentive. He carefully took the business card, then looked at the business card and then looked at the young man, as if he was amazed at the visitor's youth.

"The priest is at home now, come with me." He quickly took the business card into his arms and bowed to Charles.

Charmer followed him into the apartment silently. The furnishings inside were very simple. There was only a table, a few chairs, and a walnut cupboard in the living room. There were no wall decorations, carpets or clocks that Parisians often had. There were only a few pieces of furniture. Father Bustani obviously lived a simple life and only purchased purely necessary equipment, which was very different from the Count of Monte Cristo who liked to have a slim life.

The servant took Charles to the upstairs seat room, which was the priest's residence.

It is filled with theological books and classics, so the aisle is very narrow. When Shire is in a hurry, he can't help but be careful to avoid encountering anything.

According to the information obtained by Charles, Father Busani has been buried in these books for a month, so the room does not look like a living room, but a study room. The other room next to the study is the dormitory, with only a bed without a tent, four ring chairs and a nightcap covered with yellow velvet thick cushions, implementing simplicity to the extreme.

Father Bustani was actually in the middle of the pile of books. There was a lamp on the table next to him. The lampshade was large and the lights were concentrated on the table, making the rest of the room quite dark, which reminded Charles of the scene when he came to Lord Wilmore's residence.

Charles glanced and saw a middle-aged man wearing a priest robe sitting peacefully on a chair.

This is an old man with a vicissitudes of life. His hair is basically white and his face is full of wrinkles. Fortunately, there is no decayed death in his eyes, but a worldly light shining.

He wore the turban used by medieval scholars on his head, so he covered his forehead, which made it even more difficult for Charles to see him completely.

"Is Your Excellency Father Busani?" Charles asked carefully out of courtesy.

"Yes, kid," the priest replied, then nodded slightly to Charles, "You are the heir to the Treville family, right?"

Unlike Lord Wilmore who deliberately spoke only English, he spoke French, but Charles sounded even more difficult because the elderly spoke vaguely, weak, and had a weird Italian accent, Charles sounded like a spell, and finally understood the other party's meaning completely.

"Yes, I am Charles de Treville, and I am very fortunate to visit you, Father Bustani." Charles walked enthusiastically to the priest and bowed to him. "As soon as he heard that a famous philanthropist came to Paris, I couldn't help but want to come and see you, by the way--if there is still a chance, listen to your personal opinion on several things."

Charles is not completely empty talk. In fact, Father Busani is indeed quite famous. He is dedicated to charity and has many good deeds in several countries. This cause has cost him a lot of money, so many people are guessing where his money comes from - but no matter what, these good deeds have brought him a good reputation.

"Child, I do good deeds just to get peace of mind, not to be famous." The priest replied slowly, and his turbid eyes were not sure where to put them. "If I get a reputation because of this, I will be a little confused."

The priest's answer made Charles suddenly feel a little embarrassed and didn't know how to take on the topic.

"You don't need to be uneasy, on the contrary, you should be happy. In our time, there are enough traitors and evil. They have gained a reputation that they shouldn't have, but there are too few things left for good people, so morality is degenerating and the world is declining. In such an environment, if someone is willing to do good deeds, they should be vigorously promoted, at least to bring some positive impact to the world, so that everyone thinks that being a good person will not be rewarded." After a moment of silence, Charles simply praised the other party, "So, Father, you should not be uneasy for the reputation you have obtained. You should be happy. You can become famous everywhere because people also admire good people, which means that there is still salvation in this world. You don't have to wait until God personally brings heavenly punishment, and you can save the world on behalf of Him..."

"If there is no punishment, then doing good is meaningless. Good deeds can only make people satisfied, but they cannot defeat sin. They can only watch the evil deeds spread unscrupulously and harm pitiful innocent people." Father Bushani sighed, as if he was sighing, "So I am just a powerless and useless old man, and can only comfort myself with empty good deeds. I cannot eliminate sin, nor can I save the souls destroyed by sin, so I am really ashamed of the reputation I have obtained."

Why did the topic fall into this place? Charles was suddenly helpless.

Could it be that people are getting old and their thinking is beginning to be confused?

"Well, we won't discuss this topic anymore. Whether your reputation is harmful or beneficial, leave it to God for judgment. We mortals cannot solve this problem." Charles smiled bitterly, and then turned back to the topic, "So, then, dear priest, can you take a little time to answer my questions?"

"As compensation for your visit to the light, I am happy to answer your question, Mr. Treville." With the efforts of Charles, Father Bustani seemed to have finally withdrawn his attention and looked at Charles, "But there is a premise that what you know will not bring me conscience uneasiness. I am a priest, please understand it. For example, the secrets that people tell when confessing must be judged by God, not to the court of mankind. Due to my professional ethics, I cannot disclose them to anyone."

"Don't worry about this. I will never make you feel embarrassed in your conscience. The questions I want to ask are all questions that you can easily answer-" Charles quickly explained to the other party, while staring at the other party carefully, "Let's start with Mr. Bertucho."

"...Bertuggio..." After hearing this name, Father Busani blinked, as if thinking about who this person was. Fortunately, after a moment, he finally remembered. "Oh... Are you talking about the poor man I introduced to Chai Kang?"

"Yes, it's that Mr. Bertucho." Charles breathed a sigh of relief, and finally saved the effort to explain to him personally. "He is now the housekeeper next to the Count of Monte Cristo. I have to say that it is probably because of your introduction that he was so lucky to get this position."

"Everyone has his own destiny, and others don't interfere much. At most, I just play a medium role, so you exaggerate my role." Father Busani shook his head.

"I don't think so." Charle suddenly became energetic and his voice increased a little. "Without the guarantee of a respected person like you, I don't think Monte Cristo would put people with unknown origins and criminals in his closest position."

At this time, Father Busani blinked in surprise, as if he had not expected that Charles had already grasped the secret of Butler Bertuggio.

"If you refer to that murder case, then I have to say that he is innocent." Father Busani replied. "With my help, he washed away his crimes that he should not have, but his long life in prison has lost too much, so I have to take on the remaining responsibilities and give him a place to settle down. The next thing is not something I can control. He was able to find such an important position in Chai Kang, the Count of Monte Cristo, who you call Monte Cristo, probably because of his ability, not just a few recommendations that are not painful."

"He is not just a murder case." Charles smiled. "In fact, he is a smuggler with a criminal record and has been in the room several times. It is precisely because of this case that after being involved in a murder case, everyone can easily determine that he is a murderer. After all, in the eyes of the public, criminals are always criminals, right? So - the Earl of Monte Cristo should also have some concerns. Unless your prestige is at work, he will not regard a former criminal as his confidant. Father, I admire your virtue of modesty, but it would be bad to deny your prestige too much."

Charles' words made Father Busani become more nervous. The old man who seemed to be lying on the verge of silence at this moment had a bright look, as if he had encountered a hunter who was struggling with difficulty in dealing with prey.

"You seem to have investigated Bertucio deliberately, why?" After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked Charles, "Child, are you going to investigate the Count of Monte Cristo himself?"

"In fact, it's not me who did it, but others who did it." Charles shrugged. "Father, let me be honest. Since the Count of Monte Cristo stepped into the border, a group of people have been focusing on him and the people around him. They have even come to ask me. The secret service is the evil dog of His Majesty the Emperor. They will not let anyone go of any abnormal characters, so you don't have to be surprised by this."

Charles was prepared for this question, so he came up with his prepared remarks.

Generally speaking, since he is now a "friend" of the Count of Monte Cristo, there is no need for him to investigate the people around the Count of Monte Cristo. He will definitely be suspicious, especially after discovering that Lord Wilmore is the Count of Monte Cristo himself, he asked Lord Wilmore about the question, which was tantamount to asking the Count himself. Then the Count of Monte Cristo must have known in private that Charles was very interested in his past.

So he needs to make up for it and need to give himself a reason to look decent.

"Is His Majesty the Emperor investigating the Earl of Monte Cristo..." Father Busani lowered his gaze, as if he was thinking about something.

"Otherwise, do you think I can find out the past of Mr. Bertucho?" Charles immediately followed up, "The fact that he is a smuggler is told by the investigators, who also asked me a lot of questions about the Count of Monte Cristo, which aroused my curiosity - especially after I learned about Mr. Bertucho's experience."

"What is there to be interesting to you about Mr. Bertucho's experience?" Father Busani blinked again, and at this time, he was obviously a little alert. A cold and grim aura began to permeate the dim room, and danger seemed to have come.

"Is this more necessary? Of course it's you..." In this gloomy environment, Charles was not afraid. "The murder case he was involved in was caused by you giving a diamond worth 45,000 francs to the inn owner. When the inn owner was about to sell the diamond, he was greedy and killed the jewelry merchant who brought a huge sum of money to trade. At that time, Mr. Bertucho, who was complaining at the inn, was innocently involved in this murder case and was almost executed as a murderer. Finally, you showed up to explain the situation clearly and helped him to rehabilitate it."

"You know very clearly." A helpless smile appeared on Father Busani's old face, "It's too clear."

"I still don't understand some things." Charles still had no intention of retreating and continued to go straight in. "Take a diamond worth 45,000 francs by his side but had no intention of embezzling it. Instead, he directly transferred it to the inn owner. This is a great sentiment, a rare act of kindness, which proves that you are a saint with noble character - but, priest, such diamonds are not all over the ground. Where did you get this diamond? To be honest, I am really curious about this."

"If those who question you have told you even these things, then they should tell you the origin of the diamond." Father Busani's eyes suddenly left Charles' face and floated to the deep void in the room. "That was given to me by a prisoner in Eve Castle before he died, and the file should be stated."

Ha, finally waiting for you!

The word Eveburg greatly boosted Charles' spirit.

He said so much about the bend, just to make the topic eventually fall into the ghost place of Eveburg.

To be honest, he didn't care about Bertuggio, it was irrelevant. Evember and Edmund Dontes, as well as Father Bustani's relationship with Marseille, was what Charles wanted to know the most.

What the hell happened in Eveburg thirty years ago?

"But in theory, not every prisoner can get such a diamond, right?" Shire took advantage of the victory to pursue and was not ready to give in. "Which prisoner did you get this diamond from? What is the name of this prisoner?"

Silenced.

The priest did not answer.

"What's wrong?" After waiting for a while, Charles couldn't bear it anymore.

"Today you know that the Lord your God has passed before you like a fire, to destroy them and to subdue them before you. Then you will drive them out as the Lord said, and to destroy them quickly." Suddenly, Father Busani said slowly.

Charles thought about it, and then remembered that this was a passage from Deuteronomy in the Bible.

Then, he was a little confused.

Why did he quote such a passage in front of me? What does he mean by quoting this?
Chapter completed!