"Money!" Count Luciva suddenly said loudly. "No matter what, the names and addresses on the bills of exchange weren't wrong. Even if they want to deny the debt, they can't."
"You possess the calmest head in all of Switzerland!"
Count Elerach offered a word of praise, then immediately pulled up his colleague and jumped into the carriage.
However, more than half a day later, they returned to the gates of Versailles Palace with faces ashen as death.
Several banks had shown them Viscount Norbert's confirmations canceling the bills of exchange—the 400,000 francs had not delivered so much as a single coin into the hands of the French officials.
Baron Frey stared blankly at the fountain before Versailles Palace and murmured, "So we were deceived?"
Count Elerach crouched on the ground, clutching his head in agony, as if he were being tortured.
That was a full 400,000 francs!
Never mind that the Bern Parliament would never spare him; 20,000 francs of that sum had been his own money. It could be said that his life was completely ruined.
Baron Frey's legs went weak, and he simply knelt directly on the ground and began to pray. "God, please save us..."
In a room on the second floor of the rear hall of Notre-Dame de Paris, Archbishop Beaumont was comparing several documents and earnestly studying a map of North America.
He had not yet received the assessment notice from the Vatican Committee for the time being, but judging from the previous assessments, the overall failure rate had exceeded one-fifth!
The assessment content was especially complicated for high-ranking clergy, and more than half of them faced a make-up examination.
And Archbishop Boulogne's experience was "whipping" everyone onward at all times.
Although the tutors sent by the Vatican had been obstructed in Marseille by