Only then did Joseph nod. "Please tell me what you heard."
Lavalette said, "Apparently, His Highness Charles is having an affair with an older lady in Berlin, uh... And she should be of no lowly status."
Joseph frowned, though he was not overly surprised. After all, Charles had grown up in Versailles Palace; it was hardly strange for him to pick up the "good habits" of the French aristocracy.
He sighed. "No wonder he said two days ago that he was going to Essens to oversee the military preparations there. It seems he wants to stay in northern Germany a while longer." He then asked Lavalette, "Do we know who she is?"
"Not yet, Your Highness. However, Baron Mosten once revealed that she holds great power in the City Palace."
Joseph nodded somewhat helplessly. "Very well. While Charles is in Essens, investigate this matter as quickly as possible."
He paused, then added, "Also, make sure to determine the woman's state of health first. If she has contracted any diseases, send Charles back to me immediately."
Fortunately, France now had Penicillin. Even if Charles unfortunately contracted Syphilis, it would not have too great an impact as long as he received treatment early enough. Austria, Vienna, Karl Gate Theater.
In a seat near the middle of the first floor, a girl with softly curled hair and a pale green gown clenched her fists tightly. Her large blue eyes brimmed with fury as she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Those devils, they all deserve to go to hell! What will happen to poor Tristan..."
Onstage was Quiet Summer Night, the latest masterpiece by the French playwright Pierre LeBlanc.
The play told the story of a poor young man named Tristan. Persecuted by the Tax Farmers in the Town, he lost his left arm,