Struggle in Russia

"Perga, what now?"

Nelidova, who had been panicked, felt sorrowful on her face. For the first time, she felt that the money was so hot, and for the first time she felt that the Hermitage was so confusing. Now she is in a dilemma and does not know where to go.

Count Klein Mihel was not much better than her. He knew that Old Adlerberg was very difficult to mess with, and he was unwilling to get into this big trouble at all. But he couldn't tell the truth truthfully, because he knew that Count Rostovtsev was even worse.

"That earl is more difficult than the old fox?" Nelidova asked, puzzled.

In her opinion, the old Adlerberg was already quite scary, and a few words made her shudder. The Count Rostovtsev did not have much sense of existence. He was neither the Minister of Court Affairs nor the Crown Prince's confidante, and usually kept a low profile like an ordinary consultant. Would such a person be worse than an old fox?

Count Kleinmichel sighed at Nelidova and said with emotion: "It's harder and more powerful than that old fox!"

Speaking here, he seemed to evoke some horrible memories, and suddenly shuddered. As soon as he wanted to explain one or two, he heard the waitress outside knocking at the door.

"Miss, your letter."

Nelidova is a bit strange. She often receives all kinds of letters, mostly fanatic love letters, from sand sculpture nobles of unknown depth, and she usually takes pleasure in fun.

It's just that she had instructed the personal waitress long ago. This kind of letter can be left alone. When she is idle and bored, she will deal with it naturally, but why did she come to report it today?

[Is this letter important? 】

Thinking of it, Nelidova asked, "Who's the letter?"

The waitress replied across the door: "Signed by Count Rostovtsev ..."

Nelidova rushed to open the door and almost snatched the letter. The sender was indeed Count Rostovtsev, which made her tremble suddenly.

I just mentioned that earl, how could it happen that this earl wrote to her? No such coincidence?

Count Kleinmichel stared gloomily at the envelope, knowing the secrets of the palace, that he knew that there was never a coincidence, at least for the count.

"Is this a demonstration?" Nelidova asked angrily.

Count Klein Mihel was unsightly, and he replied in a deep voice: "No, the Count does not need a demonstration, it should be a warning!"

Nelidova exclaimed, "Warning? Why did he warn me that he was in a hurry, I directly told the old Adlerberger that he was making a ghost and let them bite the dog!"

Count Kleinmichel advised a little irritably: "Look first at what is said in the letter!"

Nelidova tore up the envelope with a single hand, unrolled the letter paper three or two times, and her face soon became very ugly.

"This is more terrible than the demonstration!" Count Kleinmichel twitched his throat and mumbled a little bit.

Yes, the content of the letter is indeed more terrifying than the demonstration. Because when Count Rostovsev came up, he wrote easily:

"Beautiful lady, Count Vladimir Adlerberg should have already visited you. If I haven't guessed wrongly, he should have asked you to inquire about something about I ..."

"I know that this will bring you some troubles and worries. As a gentleman, and the matter is caused by you, I think it is necessary to resolve your concerns ..."

"Earl Adlerberg wants to know what you can tell him, including those who talk to His Majesty and His Majesty ... without the tension, easily accept the" goodwill "of Earl Adlerberg ... I can ask you Guarantee, no future troubles ... Finally, please say hello to Count Klein Michl, and salute! "

Nelidova and Count Kleinmichel both looked like ghosts, and in their hearts Count Rostovtsev was probably no different from a ghost.

This man could count that Old Adlerberg would go to them, and did not care to tell them that everything could be sold to Old Adlerberg to know. She even knew that Count Klein Mihel was right next to her. It was a horror story and there was nothing to fear!

"Then what does he mean by writing this letter?" Nelidova asked in disbelief. "If he doesn't care, why bother?"

Count Klein Mihel replied with a smirk: "Don't you know yet? This is not a superfluous move. This is forcing us to stand in the team, OK?"

Nelidova asked in doubt: "Which team are you on?"

Count Kleinmichel sighed. When Nelidova was clever, he was really super clever, but when he was confused, he couldn't even understand such a simple truth?

"The Earl is forcing us to choose between him and Earl Adlerberg!" Earl Kleinmichel explained with hate: "He really doesn't care if we tell the truth. But if we choose To tell the truth, that is to stand on the opposite side of him and choose to be his enemy, he will not be polite to the enemy! "

Nelidova answered indifferently: "You're welcome, you're welcome! What can he do to us?"

Count Klein Mihel smiled bitterly: "Did you not see how horrible the count was? Knowing that Count Adlerberg was the Crown Prince, he still dared to embarrass him. Knowing that I and you followed Your Majesty's relationship ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ still dare to write a warning. And knowing our actions well, are these not obvious enough? "

Nelidova fell silent. In fact, she was frightened too. It was just a dead duck's mouth. She was right with Count Rostovtsev, she really didn't have the courage.

"What now?" Nelidova asked with a sad face.

Count Kleinmichel sighed: "What else can you do? It depends on whether you choose to be friends with Count Adlerberg or Count Rostovtsev?"

Nelidova thought about it, but she had no idea and asked, "What do you say? Who are the two better?"

Count Kleinmichel replied: "Let me choose, Count Rostovtsev. To be honest, both of them are dangerous, but the background and danger of Adlerberg depends on It's clear, but the count ... I really don't see how dangerous it is! "

Nelidova nodded, and looked at the cheque on the table again. His eyes were full of resentment. It took a long time not to turn his head around. He closed his eyes and said, "Then you take the cheque back to Count Adlerberg. , Tell him, I couldn't find anything ... "