The three Bern Councilors had no connections in Paris. At that moment, it was as though they had spotted a straw to cling to for dear life. They all bowed to Soleil. "Thank you, beautiful and kind lady. May God bless you."
"This is what every upright person would do." Soleil returned the bow, then asked, "Do you know that swindler's real name?"
Count Elerach shook his head.
"Do you know where he went, then?"
"..."
After a long while, Soleil said helplessly, "I can ask my friends to look into whether any gangs of swindlers have been active recently. But there are too few clues, I'm afraid..."
Count Elerach could tell from her words that she was a young noblewoman of no low status. He hurriedly said:
"Honorable Miss Freise, if that money truly cannot be recovered, then so be it. As long as Bern can be incorporated into France, we would be willing to pay more if necessary."
Soleil said awkwardly, "I'm very sorry, but I know absolutely nothing about politics."
Count Elerach said hopefully, "If you could take us to see Mr. Jean Sylvain Bailly, that alone would be a tremendous help."
"Uh, I'm not very familiar with him..."
"What about Mr. Martin Michel Gaudin?"
"Not familiar with him either..."
"..."
The Swiss people bowed in disappointment. "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Freise. We shall not take up any more of your time."
Soleil understood what they meant: Then please stop wasting our time.
Her face flushed red. "Perhaps there are other things I can help with."
Count Elerach, who had already been preparing to get into the carriage, turned back with the mindset of treating a dead horse as if it were alive. "Thank you so much. If you know anyone who can meet with