Chapter 11
Monte Cristo made his way through a smoky bar full of Fry Guards chanting and singing a victory song. He squeezed by a table of guards who saw him and patted him on the back.
“There’s the man of the night!”
“Save some of the royals for us!”
“Your plan was genius!”
Monte Cristo gave a slight grin as he worked his way toward a table in the back. Neon signs of macaroon women flickered behind the bar, and a muffin bartender poured drinks and slid them down the bar with a precise aim. Soldiers slumped on stools, nursing pitchers and joking with the bartender.
Too early to be celebrating. We’re just getting started, you bastards.
The bar suddenly went quiet as everyone turned to the back of the room, where Artemus Cheeseburgerus was standing on a table giving a toast. It was a
