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Then, indignantly, "Count, are you doubting me? Look at Miss Miranda—could she have written this?" "You misunderstand," Count Croyso’s smile was icy, "I’m just curious since I also appreciate flower-themed poetry." He turned to Miranda, "Did you write this?" Miranda trembled, "No... no... Father!" Charlotte's delight was palpable as he urged, "Count, she’s admitted it! Stealing my poem and slandering me—she must be punished!" Count Croyso’s voice was deceptively calm, "Stealing and slandering, indeed, deserve punishment. What do you suggest?"

(Count Monti) “.….yes I will…just wait..” Despite sometimes looking a little bit dense, Count Monti were Aeternum patriot. He knows the impact of Aeternum technology advancement and how valuable it is. So just like any intellectual Aeternums he knows that this status quo need to me maintain. I like this part of him, he wasn’t too greedy that it was enough to impaired his judgement for the better of Aeternum. Then at the same time, his persistent is annoying, I am sure that with my promise with him, the news that I would make the ‘car parks’ will soon spread among the nobles and maybe all over Aeternum, not long enough.

Because Christine had the status of a baroness, Count Rainer's butler could not visit her overnight, so Count Rainer could only pay a courtesy visit in person, according to the rules of nobility. In the end, the count paid 10,000 gold coins to buy Christine's silence. Because the count believed in the God of Order, the Bishop of the God of Order arrived at the count's manor on the third day after the incident. Even if Yibel was a member of the Rennes family, even if she was highly esteemed, and even if she had made an evil sacrifice, it had nothing to do with the Count. But since the book was found in the castle library, it had something to do with it.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

Chick nods, “Got it, one ‘God’ and a metric fuck tonne of crystals, somewhere in the mountains to deal with. You got an idea where these are?” Celine nods, and after looking at George who nods and hands her the map, she unfolds it over the coffee table. There are a few scribbles on here in pencil to help herself remember where the things she got from Aubert are. She points at the darker circle half-way up the mountain.

Travis promised me cautiously, which made me smile. "I have a higher share with you, Mr. Monte Cristo Look at the papers," I ordered him and he immediately obeyed. Surprise registered on his face. He didn't do anything but looked at me sadly. "It can't be!" yelled mr. Monte Cristo He was looking at me very angrily.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

Alarmed, Asty slowly crouched in the corner to peek. There he was, the once faceless Count of Erana. Once. Because from that day forward when he made his identity known, he was no more faceless. Chaol Dreemur XII is the literal meaning of divine perfection. Asty's face softened upon realizing that it was only him. The count had been inside the library this whole time, reading a book under the moonlight. No candles, no chairs. He was merely standing, leaning at the bookshelves with a calm expression on his face as he read the novel in his hands.

As I move to the next page, there’s another entry with a different date, “I got everything I need, I must prepare. The witches and my subordinates are working to achieve the perfect potion. It’s almost a full moon, and I have to be ready to make one of my moves.” At the end of the entry, they wrote some Latin words and runes. The book didn’t give too much information about what’s happening or who the person is. I can’t understand why The Count gave me this book. But, by the looks, it seems he already read it. Is there something that I need to know from this book? Lost in the book, I didn’t notice when Raphael came in. “Raphael?” I said. “Sorry to disturb you, Prince Caspian, but there have b

She goes back into the bedroom and searches the various cupboards as quietly as she can. She finds a handbag, it’s not huge but it has enough room for her to put the pen, torch, tissues and paperclips. She also finds a selection of hair ties, and chucks them in, along with a book. It’s an old classic but in French, ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’. She’d not read it before, and it would give her something to do on the drive, at least she can read French. She sighs and goes to the bed, it’s comfy, and she’s not being watched. She can hear his soft grunts outside the door though.