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Lange, appearing very reserved, bowed to Weijinie, introduced himself, and then handed a letter to the Grand Justice. 🐯☹ 🎁♣

Weijinie confirmed that the Sealing Wax on the envelope was intact before slowly opening it, and casually inquired about Vareilles's situation.

The Police Intelligence Division had already thoroughly investigated these matters, and Lange naturally answered them fluently.

Weijinie then took out his glasses and began to read the letter.

In the letter, Vareilles first recalled some things that had happened between the two of them, and then mentioned that Lange, who brought the letter, was his most loyal manservant, someone he could completely trust.

Weijinie had not seen Vareilles for three or four years, and vaguely remembered that his friend was accompanied by a manservant named Lange.

He continued looking down.

In his letter, Vareilles explained that a cousin of his, the Viscount Monterey, was involved in a lawsuit. He had only recently learned from the newspaper that the presiding judge in the case was an old friend of his, and he wanted to ask his old friend for help. However, he was not feeling well at the moment, so he had sent his valet to Paris to handle the case, and he would come to visit his old friend as soon as the weather warmed up.

Then he said he hoped Weijinie could give Lunache a lighter sentence. As for the expenses, the Monterey family had already prepared them and would certainly not make things difficult for their old friend.

Yes, on Weijinie's side, Monterey's relative became Vareilles.

Weijinie put away the letter and looked at Lange, saying, "Of course I'll help Victor. But that young man went too far, and there are witnesses. He should at least be flogged and imprisoned for more than thirty years."

Lange nodded, then nervously rubbed his hands together, saying, "Count Excellency, actually, my master means that it would be best to find him not guilty..."

Just as Weijinie was about to shake his head, Lange ' next words made his eyelids twitch. "The Viscount Monterey is willing to offer thirty-five thousand Livre."

After a moment of silence, Weijinie sighed and said, "The witness situation is a bit tricky..."

"We'll try to figure something out."

Weijinie suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and said, "Go back first, I'll give you an answer in a few days."

That afternoon, Weijinie returned home and immediately wrote a letter, sealed it with Sealing Wax, and then summoned his trusted valet Bruno, instructing him to deliver it to Caen as quickly as possible and give it to Viscount Vareilles.

Before Bruno even boarded the Carriage, the Glazier from the Weijinie family relayed the message to the Police Intelligence Division who had been waiting outside the Villa.

Weijinie's trusted aide traveled tirelessly for two days and finally arrived in Caen.

This small city has only one main road leading to Paris. At this moment, the vendors on both sides of the road are hunched over, listlessly trying to attract customers.

Bruno glanced at the map, got out of the car, and walked toward the nearest vendor to ask Viscount Vareilles's house where it was.

Vareilles was the "deputy mayor" of Caen, and everyone knew him. After receiving five Denier, the peddler enthusiastically showed him the way.

Bruno got back on the road and, near the city center, got out of his car again and stopped a young man to ask for directions.

Just as the young man was about to reply, he saw a fight breaking out not far away, and the people were rapidly approaching. Startled, he immediately turned and left.

Bruno looked around, grabbed a middle-aged man who happened to be passing by, and asked him for directions to Vareilles 'Viscount house. He then received the same answer as the vendor.

When Bruno arrived at the Vareilles Villa, it was already dusk.

A male servant warmly ushered him into the house, and the latter examined the Vareilles family crest on the walls and the stair railing, nodding to himself in approval.

Then he saw the ailing Viscount Vareilles, wrapped up tightly, nodding to him from the second floor.

Bruno hurriedly handed his master's letter to the male servant, who then went upstairs to give it to Vareilles.

About half an hour later, Bruno received a reply from Viscount Vareilles and immediately rushed back to Paris that night.

He simply didn't notice that the gardeners, servants, and other people in the Villa looked exactly like the vendors doing business along the main road leading into Caen.

The maid who served him tea was one of the people who had fought in the city center, but dressed in women's clothing— the Police Intelligence Division was desperately short of female Spy and had to let him play the role.

As for the "Vareilles" who greeted him, in the dim lighting and from so far away, even if Vareilles's own mother were here, she probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart if someone just put on makeup.

The actual location of Vareilles's house is actually several kilometers away...

When Bruno returned to Paris, he gave the reply to Weijinie, saying that he had met Viscount Vareilles and even had tea at his house.

This is not at all his fault for being incompetent. In this era of extremely limited information, it is indeed difficult to verify the identity of someone in a distant city in a short period of time. Even if he went directly to the City Hall, the Police Intelligence Division would have already deployed personnel there, allowing him to spot "Viscount Vareilles" from afar.

By this point, Weijinie had no further doubts and immediately summoned Lange, telling him that he could find a way to exonerate Lunache, but because the case was too big, it would cost Livre.

Lange immediately agreed, but hoped to start the trial as soon as possible, because Viscount Vareilles's youngest nephew, Lunache, had grown up in luxury and could not bear the torture in prison.

Weijinie readily agreed.

Lange returned to the Viscount Monterey's house and told them the news. He then went to a doctor and, using the pretext that the witness in the Lunache case was an alcoholic who beat his wife, paid the doctor to issue a certificate stating that the witness had mental problems.

Monterey mortgaged his Villa and Oil Painting Shop, and scraped together what he could, but could only come up with a little over 30,000 Livre. Lange had no choice but to "pay out of his own pocket" and give them an extra 6,500 Livre.

With everything prepared, Lange repeatedly reminded his "cousin" that they were family members of the perpetrators and should not have much contact with the judge before leading them to the Weijinie family's Villa.

Viscount Monterey handed the bank drafts to Judge Weijinie's Servant, and seeing the Grand Justice nod to him from the window, a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

That evening, Lange visited Weijinie's home again, expressing his sincere gratitude on behalf of his master and requesting that he write a reply to his master to prove that he had accomplished the task admirably.

Weijinie, having just earned 40,000 Livre, was in high spirits and immediately wrote a three-page document, mainly to express to his old friend how much effort he had put into this matter, meaning to make him remember this favor, and also to praise his manservant a couple of times.

Lange then left with the letter.

A few days later, another messenger from Vareilles delivered a letter of thanks from his master to Weijinie.

The Grand Justice opened the letter, read it once, and immediately burned it. He then instructed the messenger to return and tell Vareilles to burn all recent correspondence.

He had handled too many wrongful convictions and knew the importance of destroying evidence.

Five days later, the Lunache case was reopened.

First, the eyewitness was proven to have mental health issues, rendering his testimony invalid.

It was later discovered that the so-called relics found in Lunache's house did not belong to the deceased—this was obviously due to Weijinie tampering with the evidence room.

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