Chapter 2885 The Lion of Freedom (7)

In the story of "Dangerous Liaisons", Viscount de Valmont did a lot of good things to gain the favor of Madame Duwei, or to deceive her. In the process, he felt happiness and glory, just like the God of Love for him

Like a crown, I was hesitant whether to use myrtle or laurel branches and leaves for the crown.

She was Viscount de Valmont's worthy opponent and the target he wanted to hit. He even prayed with Mrs. Dewey on time and attended mass, although he was immersed in the flames of love while doing so, thinking about it day and night.

Want to possess this woman so as to get rid of her love network.

He longed for ecstasy, and of course he did not forget to use it to arouse the jealousy of Mrs. Medea, who was another difficult target to conquer.

It is best not to open a two-front war. The lessons of history tell us that it is unwise to do so. Viscount Vermont is almost out of control.

Women like to decorate themselves with gorgeous clothes, hence the Rococo. But Viscount de Valmont prefers to see the linen casual clothes worn casually by Mrs. Dean Dewey. The muslin is light enough and suitable for summer wear.

, and it also makes it easier for him to spy on her figure.

Women of that era always opened their collars widely, as if to show off their "equipment", but Mrs. Dean Dewey always kept her clothes secretive, which instead aroused his fantasy.

When he grabbed her with a clever but slightly clumsy movement, they hugged each other tightly. In this short moment, he felt her heart beat faster, and her face had a lovely blush, that shy look

Her embarrassment told him that her pounding heartbeat was not out of fear, but out of love.

But this process was short-lived. Mrs. Dewey was loyal to her husband who did not take her seriously, which made Viscount Valmont regretful.

Sometimes he regretted that he shouldn't have provoked her and did those good things to eliminate her prejudice, and sometimes he regretted that he was not the winner of conquering this fortress.

He wanted her to be surrounded by countless fears, and only in his arms could those fears be forgotten and overcome. At that time, he would allow her to say to him, "I admire you."

Among all the women in the world, she is the only one qualified to say this. Only then will Mortal truly replace her and become her favorite God.

He lost his mind and didn't know what it meant to write to Mrs. Medley like this. In Mrs. Medley's reply, she also made a provocation. She said that what she loved most was the knight, not because Mrs. Dean Dewey was rejuvenated.

teenagers.

Vicomte de Vermont did not reply to the letter, and then Madam Medei wrote him another letter. At this time, Vicomte de Vermont lazily replied to her with a letter, telling her how boring a life of calmness and lack of change is.

It was getting boring, and he wanted to return to Lady Medai to replace the knight who protected her.

This is the case for people who don't have a job. They have a lot of time in a day to think about these things. He is just bored and has nothing to do to pass the time. He just wants to gain happiness from women. Once the "bitter fruit" occurs, he will only frame her.

A younger boy took the responsibility.

This was also a plan between him and Mrs. Meda, to get a girl who had just left the convent pregnant, because the little girl's fiancé had abandoned Mrs. Medi. She wanted revenge, but women couldn't get women pregnant, so she needed Mortal.

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In 1786, a plague broke out in Paris. Piles of bones piled up, resulting in a shortage of cemeteries. In order to solve this problem, people moved the bones in the cemetery to quarries to become underground tombs.

If Vicomte de Vermont had died and was buried in the cemetery, his bones would also be placed there.

He is no different from a mortal. He is still made of flesh and blood and can be stabbed to death by a sword, but he wants to be "God".

"I'm bored, Paul, are you still thinking?" Pomona asked the puppet opposite.

"How about I teach you how to speak French? Have you read Nick Flamel's notes?"

"No," Pomona said.

"That's in French, would you be interested?" Paul said.

"I have no foundation," Pomona said. "Except for 'Good night,' I don't know any French."

"Let's start with the title. In French there are 'you' and 'you'."

"I know this. 'You' seems to be an honorific, right?" Pomona said.

"You're a quick learner, so what are you going to call me?" Paul asked.

"You want to be my teacher? And you want me to call you 'you'?" Pomona asked.

"No?" Paul asked.

Pomona was not so willing.

Especially now that she really wants to drive him out of the castle.

"Let's call each other 'you,' or we won't learn this lesson," Pomona said.

"You allow students to speak to you in this manner?" Paul asked.

"They'll know what attitude to use when they think I'm worthy of respect."

"What about when they don't know what respect is?"

"The door to the classroom is open and they can go." Pomona said with a smile. "The greatest accomplishment of older people is to control their desire to criticize young people."

"You are a teacher," Paul said.

Pomona laughed.

"I just teach them what they need to learn in school."

"It's really irresponsible of you to say that," Paul said.

"What happened to the last teacher who tried to discipline you? Paul, like the piano teacher, did you throw a vase out?" Pomona asked.

Paul said nothing.

“When a person doesn’t want to be disciplined, a sentence of ‘Are you in charge’ is enough to scare everyone away, because I don’t want to discipline you, so you can’t discipline me, Paul.”

"How about this, I call you 'you' and you call me 'you'," Paul said.

Pomona thought for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Pomona asked.

"How about talking about literature? Which novel is your favorite?" Paul asked.

"On the origin of human inequality, if nature is unjust and impartial when bestowing various qualities on human beings, then in the absence of any connection between people, what do those who are favored by nature gain compared to others?

What's the benefit?" Pomona said boredly. "Where there is no love, what's the use of beauty? Where there's no communication, what's the use of intelligence? Where there's no transaction, what's the use of fraud?"

"You think I'm deceiving you?" Paul said with a smile.

"Is it 'you' or should we continue to use 'you'?" Pomona asked.

"You think I'm deceiving you?" Paul said again.

"Are we communicating or trading, Paul?" Pomona asked. "If we are communicating, it's best to be honest with each other. If I still have to discern whether you are defrauding me..."

"It's 'you'," Paul said.

"I don't want to have to judge whether you are deceiving me when communicating," Pomona said, "because I don't have enough intelligence."

"You are really modest," Paul said. "What I just said was modesty in French."

"Maybe it's because the most irritating people in the world are idiots, and the ones least likely to be controlled by pride are idiots." Pomona said with a smile, "Or you can change idiots into trolls."

"This is the difference between French and English." Paul said, "Say it after me, fierté."

"Fierté." Pomona said.

"Your imitation ability is much better than that of the troll." Paul said with a smile, "I really look forward to how good your memory is."

"I'm afraid you shouldn't expect anything better," Pomona said. "Be patient and then retaliate afterwards, but most of the time, I've forgotten."

"How could revenge be forgotten?" Paul asked.

You can ask Mrs. Medai this question. In order to take revenge, she took two lives, including a baby, and also lost her own reputation. Is the man who abandoned her for the little girl so important?

Pomona suddenly felt that he was stupid for looking at Severus in order to prevent something from happening. If he fell in love with Puglia, it would be his fault.

"Who do you want to take revenge on?"

"It's you." Pomona said tiredly.

"Vengeance." Paul said, "This is French revenge."

Pomona looked at him.

"You don't want to read to me?" Paul asked.

"Vengeance." Pomona said.

"No, no, vengeance." Paul corrected her pronunciation, "Say it again."

"Vengeance." Pomona said.

"Say it again," Paul said.

"vengeance."

"That's much better." Paul said happily, "You are talented."

Pomona didn't think he had any talent after learning a few words.

"Who do you want to take revenge on?" Paul asked.

"It has nothing to do with you," Pomona said through gritted teeth.

"When a person doesn't want to be disciplined, a sentence of 'Are you in charge' is enough to scare everyone away, because I don't want to discipline you, so you can't discipline me." Paul said, "Does this sentence sound familiar?

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To be continued...