In Favia's opinion, since Edmund could hear Abigail's voice, he should be able to see her as well. "really?" "Can you see anyone here?" ".....I feel like I'm hallucinating again. There's a dark shadow over there. I might be sick..." Seeing Edmund's confused expression, Favia signaled Abigail with her eyes to repeat her original words. Although Abigail was reluctant, she still obeyed Favia's idea. So she shouted somewhat self-destructively. "Hello." "Hey, this is the sound you made—" Edmund, who was stunned for a moment, thought that the sound was made by the old man in front of him, but he found that Favia's mouth did not move.
"Hello." When the voice sounded again, the sailors in Marseille Port realized that the voice before they fell into a coma was not an illusion, but a real thing... a terrifying thing - the dark shadow next to the old man. "Um, this, what on earth is this..." Edmund, who was somewhat frightened, could not help but ask Favia, who he felt knew everything. "You can simply think of it as a superpower called magic. I'll explain it to you in detail later. Anyway, you don't have to be afraid of it." Favia thought for a moment and continued, "Generally speaking, people have both good and evil sides." "Well, it seems so..." "Let me put it this way. She is my heart, my thoughts, my memories, my attachment to her. She is the evil of me. The darkness I see ahead of prayer, evil, and hatred is the existence that I will lose forever at this moment. She is a fragment of my evil thoughts, a side that I have taken away. This is what the power called magic has created..." Favia's words sounded like a fairy tale to Edmund, but he also had a "relative" understanding of magic, which was the so-called magic, or the miracles that were passed down in myths and stories. But in fact, Favia's remarks are a mixture of Dr. Jekyll and the origin of Edmund's "Heidi" in the future. The reason why he said this... In fact, he just said it casually, as if it was subconscious. "So in other words, this... is the evil you?" After understanding a little, Edmund asked cautiously. "Yes, that's why she stays with me all the time." "I see......." After learning that the dark shadow was the 'evil' part of the old man in front of him, Edmund breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was because Favia had given him a good first impression, so that even the 'evil' part of him seemed to be pleasing to the eye. In his opinion, if he interacts with the person in front of him, even if he talks about boring topics every day, he will still feel happy naturally. It is such an incredible feeling. "It's getting late. You should take a good rest first. The jailers will come for patrol soon. We can have a good chat after they leave." "Okay, no problem at all." After Edmund nodded in response, the old man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand. What's going on? What's this for?
Just as Edmund was thinking this, Favia raised her head and smiled slightly. "Oh, I haven't had time to introduce myself properly. Hello, I'm Faria, a priest, and I'm number 27 at the Chateau d'If. I've been imprisoned there for ten years." In fact, in Edmund's view, Faria in front of him looked like a liar. Liar? You're lying to me, a person who has nothing? After muttering this in his mind, the gray-haired young man couldn't help but laugh in his heart. But, to be honest, it does seem like a liar, a strange ability that is praised as magic, throwing out one's own evil... But even so, the warmth from his palms still passed through my own hands. Very gentle and warm. Then── Maybe... maybe all this is true, and maybe Father Faria has come to save me. Naturally, Edmond Dantès could not help thinking and saying: "Hello, Abbe Faria. I am Edmond Dantès, a sailor from the port of Marseilles, number 34 at the Chateau d'If, and have been imprisoned for six years." ".....Hello, Sailor Edmund. I am Abigail, the evil side of my brother Faria - Favia. I will be imprisoned for as long as my brother is imprisoned."
219: Ignite the Dark Fire of Revenge (5k5) Late at night, when the jailers no longer came, Edmund chose to continue talking with Favia and felt that this old priest was a truly amazing person. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a genius. For example, it uses the light coming in from the window to determine what time it is. It is said that this is based on the rotation and revolution of the earth, and is more accurate than ordinary watches and will not break down. To be honest, if it was some kind of magic or supernatural power, Edmund could barely understand it, but he really couldn't understand this explanation. As a sailor, he had only seen the sun rise behind the mountains and set in the Mediterranean Sea, so in his understanding 220: Who are you calling grandpa? (4k) In the dim dungeon of the Chateau d'If, with the company and guidance of Father Faria, the sailors from the port of Marseille felt that time passed quickly and it was not as boring as before. They even lost the thought of suicide and the all-important escape. Having said that, the sailor still worked diligently with the priest to dig a hole through which they could escape. Apart from the fact that both of them had to return to their respective cells at the appointed time to wait for the jailer's inspection, there was nothing else that could stop them from digging the hole. Favia carefully ground the debris produced by digging the hole into powder and threw it out of the window so that the night wind could blow it away without leaving any trace. Seeing the priest like this, Edmund quickly learned from him. While he was digging, Favia gave Edmund lessons, sometimes in one language, sometimes in that; sometimes he told him the history of various countries and the biographies of the great men who had left behind them the brilliant traces of what is called "glory." Speaking of which, the impression that the priest's temperament gave Edmund was:
There was no reason for this, just standing there naturally brought warmth from the heart, and anyone would have a feeling that they would get along very well with him. Edmund, who was naturally good at imitating, was also trying hard to learn this. "Repeat what you learned yesterday." But when that dark shadow made such a sound, Edmund felt a little uncomfortable. Although he was very talented and mastered everything Favia taught him very quickly, the evil side of himself that the priest talked about had two names, Abigail and Favia, and was a sister figure... How should I put it? Edmund felt that although he could not see the shadow's eyes, it was always staring at him and the priest. The heavy silence was like a heavy dark cloud, and it was staring at him like a ghost, as if staring at a robber who stole the family heirloom in front of him. "Abby." As if knowing the blonde girl's attitude, Favia called out softly. "...It's just to help him consolidate his knowledge..." "Edmund learns much faster than you. You should be the one who should work harder." "understood." Then, silence fell in the musty air for a while. But Edmund always felt that the dark shadow was still staring at him. "Okay, let's continue and don't take it too seriously." Favia picked up the small chisel, and the sound of its blows echoed softly in the dungeon. "I'm sorry I didn't satisfy you, Father." In Edmund's view, Abigail is a part of the priest, and such an attitude only shows that he has not done enough to satisfy the priest. Abigail's voice was not gentle, and from what Edmund had learned from Favia, when close people pointed out the harsh truth, their voices would not only be gentle, but on the contrary, because they wanted to force the other person to accept the truth, their tone would be hopelessly cruel. "do not mind." "but......" "I said don't worry about it." Edmund wanted to insist, but Favia rejected him before he could finish his words. "Yes, Father." Although it was not difficult for Edmund to adapt, he still felt a little uneasy. I have to do better and make the priest proud... Edmund never forgot this thought in his mind at any time. A few days later, in the dungeon of the Chateau d'If, there suddenly sounded footsteps that Favia and Edmond had never heard before. The two confused people immediately put down what they were doing and returned to the cell to see who it was.
It turned out to be a pink-haired girl, who glanced at Edmund, shook her head, and then walked towards Favia's cell. Finally stopped there. "Um, are you the old guy in Moriarty's letter?" The pink-haired girl's question sounded a little confusing, but her tone was sincere, as if she was telling a joke seriously. ".....The letter that Moriarty sent did address me like that, but he hasn't been here for a long time." Favia looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him and knew her identity in an instant. Frankenstein, the artificial man. It was also one of the things he told Moriarty when he first met him. In the past, Favia had asked Moriarty to remember Charles Babbage, the King of Steam, and to go to Geneva, Switzerland in 1818 to see what happened, and that was when Frankenstein was created by Victor... Now, in Favia's opinion, although Moriarty didn't react much at the time, he actually did a good job. "Oh." Frankenstein nodded, and then asked, "Are you also the old guy that Moriarty mentioned?" The girl's voice reached Edmund's ears in the dungeon next door, and he almost couldn't help laughing. "probably." "Great, you really are an old thing, and an old fellow too." Although Fran's words sounded strange, there was an unconcealable joy in her voice. Before Favia could say anything, the pink-haired girl said seriously: "Well, put it this way, Fran, I'm sure." "decide what?" Favia, who was a little confused about why Frankenstein came to see her, asked in confusion. "You're Fran's grandfather." Suddenly, Edmund, who heard this next door, sighed heavily. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly. As if envious. As if jealous. As if gazing at the stars in the distance. "so good." A somewhat bitter smell emerged in the dungeon. ........
Some time ago, in a house in London. That day, Fran suddenly became curious about who this 'old guy' that Moriarty kept talking about was. Because whenever she asked about it, she was always fooled by Babbage and Moriarty. Originally, she did think that since he didn't say anything, she wouldn't ask too much, and that she would know the truth one day.