Hungersnot

Kapitel 35

He grew even more respect for the murderer—a respect that immediately seemed to be reflected back at him like a bright mirror.

He was respected because, after all, Richis was someone who had used his meticulous analysis and reason to see through his opponent's tricks!

If he, Richis himself, were the murderer, and possessed the same fanatical ideals as the murderer, then he would not have taken the same actions as...

The killer's actions are different from those he has taken so far, and he will go to great lengths, just like him, to kill the incomparably beautiful Los Angeles.

You, however, did not fully accomplish your crazy career.

He particularly liked this last idea. He was able to mentally empathize with the future murderer of his daughter.

Upon reflection, this gave him a significant advantage over the murderer. Because it was certain that even if the murderer was incredibly intelligent, no matter how...

Why couldn't he put himself in Richis's shoes and think from his perspective—even if he could, he certainly couldn't have foreseen that Richis had already...

I put myself in his shoes as the murderer. Ultimately, it's no different from doing business—making necessary repairs.

Yes, that's understandable. To see through a competitor's intentions is to have defeated that competitor; and then...

They wouldn't fall for his tricks; his name was Antoine Richis, cunning and possessing the nature of a warrior. The most... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.)

The large spice trade. His wealth and position as Second Councilor, after all, did not come to him by favor.

He won it through struggle, resistance, and deception; at that time, he saw the danger in time and cleverly guessed the competition.

His plan eliminated his rivals. His future goals, the power and aristocratic status of his descendants, he too will...

He will achieve it. He will thwart the murderer, the rival for Lor, simply because Lor is also in his grasp.

The final stone in Heath's own grand plan. He loved her, that's true; but he also needed her. To achieve...

His greatest ambition, what he needs, must not be taken away from him; he will protect it with his teeth and his hands!

He felt better now. He had successfully calmed his nighttime thoughts about the struggle against this demon.

After the competition in his career, he felt a surge of energy, which in turn fueled his arrogance. A final fear.

The psychological burden has been overcome; the feelings of frustration and melancholy that tormented him like those of an elderly and frail person have been overcome.

The unease had vanished; the cloud of melancholy that had hung over him for weeks had dissipated. Now he was back in familiar surroundings.

In this region, I feel I can withstand any challenge.

He jumped out of bed easily, almost gleefully, to pull the bell cord, and instructed his sleepy-eyed...

The servant, staggering in, gathered his clothes and provisions, for he intended to go to Grenoble at dawn, accompanied by his daughter.

Boole went on a trip. Then he got dressed and woke the others up from their beds one by one.

At midnight, the house on Rue de Drois awakens, people bustling about. The stove fire burns in the kitchen, filled with excitement.

Maids moved about in the corridor, male servants went up and down the stairs, and the warehouse manager's keys were on the floor.

The lower chambers jingled, torches blazed in the courtyard, hired laborers ran around the horses, and others led mules out of the stalls.

Horses, with bridles on them, saddles on them, and loads of goods on them, gallop—people would think, just like male horses...

Just like in 1746, when the tribes that had retreated south to the south were advancing, burning, killing, and looting, the residents were terrified.

They hastily prepared to escape. But that was not the case! The master sat confidently in his tent, just like a French marshal.

He sat at his desk, sipping milk coffee and giving instructions to the servants who kept barging in. At the same time, he casually wrote a letter to the city...

He was also the First Councilor, his notary, his lawyer, and his banker in Marseille. Baron Boulogne and various businesses...

partner.

Around six o'clock in the morning, he had written all the necessary letters and given all the necessary instructions for his planned scheme.

He tucked the two travel guns into his pockets, fastened his purse, and placed the writing desk on its base. Then he went to wake up...

daughter.

At eight o'clock, the small tour group set off. Richis led the way on horseback, wearing a burgundy blouse with gold trim and a black overcoat.

He wore a black top hat with a feather tuft, which made him look very handsome. Behind him was his daughter, dressed more simply.

But she was so beautiful that people on the street and those leaning against windows all turned their gazes to her, and the crowd murmured their admiration.

Absolutely, the men removed their hats in respect—ostensibly to the Second Senator, but actually to the princess-like woman.

The young woman paid her respects. Following her were almost unnoticed maids, and then horses leading two luggage horses.

The valet—the road to Grenoble was too rough for a carriage—brought the rear of the procession with two...

Twelve mules, laden with goods, were being driven by hired laborers. At the gate on the tree-lined avenue, guards raised their rifles in salute until the very last one.

They only lowered their guns after the mules and horses had passed. The children followed behind for quite a while, watching the procession slowly come to an end.

They slowly descended the steep, winding road and disappeared into the distance.

Antoine Richis's departure with his daughter left a very deep impression on everyone. They felt that...

Buddha himself participated in an ancient ritual. People say that Riches went to Grenoble, which is to say, to kill…

They went to the city where the monster of the dead girl had recently taken refuge. People didn't know how to evaluate this trip. (Lishis)

Was it an unforgivable act of recklessness, or an admirable act of courage? Was it a challenge, or...?

A kind of divine comfort? They had a vague premonition that this was the last time they would see this beautiful red-haired girl.

They guessed that Richis would definitely lose Lor.

Although this conjecture is based on completely flawed premises, it should still be considered correct. — Rihishgen

He didn't go to Grenoble. His ostentatious move was nothing more than a charade. About a mile and a half northwest of Grasse...

Near the village of Saint-Farié, he ordered the entourage to halt. He personally handed the warrant of full authority to the valet and ordered him to go alone.

He led his hired laborers and the mule caravan to Grenoble.

He himself, along with Lor and the maid, turned toward Cabrish, where they rested for the midday, and then rode across the tower.

The journey from the Nerón Mountains southwards is arduous, but it allows a wide detour westwards, bypassing Grasse and Glasgow.

The basin, until nightfall, secretly reaching the seaside... The next day, a plan was made for a recuperation period...

Lorraine arrived at Lessonbe Island, where the sturdy St. Honoré Monastery was located on one of the smaller islands. This monastery...

The monastery was managed by a small number of elderly, but still fully capable of self-defense, monks whom Richis was very familiar with, because he often...

Over the years, they have purchased and sold all of the monastery's eucalyptus liqueur, Italian five-needle pine nuts, and cypress oil. It was precisely in this period...

There, in the Saint Honoré Abbey, near the Château d'If prison and the Saint Margaret State Prison, in this...

He planned to settle his daughter temporarily in the safest part of Provence. He himself wanted to return immediately.

The mainland, this time heading east via Antibes and Carne, bypassing Grasse, was to reach Vence that evening. He had already...

They entrusted a notary to go there so that he could negotiate with Baron Boulogne the marriage of their children, Lorre and Alphonse.

The matter. He wanted to suggest to Bouon that he take over the debt of forty thousand livres, with a dowry of the same amount of silver.

Various properties and an oil mill near Magano provided the young couple with an annuity of three thousand livres.

Bourg would probably not refuse his suggestion. Richis's only condition was that the two children marry within ten days.

The young couple settled in Vence after their marriage. Richis knew that his hasty actions would inevitably overstat his family's status as relatives of Boulogne.

The price of a marriage alliance. If he waited longer, the price he paid would be less. Then, the Baron would surely plead for...

Her own son would elevate the status of the wealthy merchant's daughter, as Lor's beauty would further enhance her reputation, just like...

Hiss's wealth and Bourin's economic difficulties continued to grow. But so be it! Regarding this deal...

The hand wasn't that of the Baron, but of a stranger, a murderer. The murderer needed to sabotage the deal quickly. A married woman...

She's already lost her virginity, perhaps is pregnant, and is no longer suitable to enter his high-class art museum. The last piece of mosaic will...

Without its luster, Lorre would lose its value to the murderer, and his scheme would fail. He should feel...

What a failure! Richis was going to hold a lavish wedding in front of the public in Grasse. If he didn't even recognize himself...

An adversary, and one with whom one will never have the chance to meet, so knowing the murderer who attended the wedding and witnessed what one needed most...

For him, having something taken away from him was a kind of enjoyment.

The plan was brilliantly conceived. We must once again admire Richis's ability to discern the truth. Because, if it is true...

So, Baron Boulogne's son brought Lorre Riches home, which was quite a blow to Grass, the man who murdered the girl.

For the murderer, this meant a devastating failure. But the plan had not yet been realized. Richis had not yet...

His daughter was married off. He had not yet taken her to the safe convent of St. Honoré. At this time, the three horsemen were still riding...

In the remote mountains of Taneron, sometimes the roads are so rugged that they refuse to dismount.

Section 10

When Lorre Riches and her father left Grasse, Grenouille was working at the Alnoufie factory on the other side of the city.

He was in his studio blending kalanchoe perfume. Alone, he was in good spirits. His time in Grasse was coming to an end. (Victory)

The auspicious day is approaching. In the small hut outside, a small box lined with cotton contains twenty-four small bottles of [unclear - possibly a remedy or treatment].

A perfume made from the scents of fourteen young girls—Grenouille created last year using the cold balsam extraction method from the bodies of young girls.

The priceless fragrances obtained from hair and clothing using the maceration method, and by separation and distillation methods. The twenty-fifth type.

He wanted to obtain the most precious and important fragrance today. He was ready for this final prey.

A small bottle of finely refined oil, a piece of exquisite linen, and a large glass bottle containing high-quality distilled oil.

Alcohol. The location has been precisely chosen. There will be a new moon tonight.

He knew that breaking into the heavily guarded manor on Rue de la Drois was out of the question. Therefore, he planned to enter at dusk...

They would sneak in before the city gates closed, relying on their odorless nature to avoid detection, much like wearing an invisibility cloak.

He discovered the animals and hid in any corner of the house. Then, while everyone was fast asleep, he planned to... (The sentence is incomplete and requires more context to translate accurately).

Guided by the compass, he walked in the darkness, upstairs to his precious room. He planned to use the oil-soaked...

He treated the treasure with a cloth of grease. Only the hair and clothes; he planned to take them away as usual, since this part could only be used...

Direct alcohol separation is easier to do in the factory. As for the final processing of the balm and its distillation into a concentrate...

He anticipated it would take another night. If everything succeeded—and he had no reason to doubt it—