After handing over Jean Dubarry to Grosso, Lawrence left the mansion and went to the Douilleri Palace to accompany Crown Prince Louis.

For an experienced sailor like Grosso, Lawrence believes he can leave Dubarry with memories that he will never want to recall.

It was not because Lawrence wanted revenge for his personal vendetta against him.

It's because Lawrence saw that Jean Dubarry was just a strong man who was on the right and left.

For such a person, Lawrence must let him know the fate of his hostility and leave a shadow of horror in his heart that will not be erased for a lifetime, just as a peasant in the countryside domesticated a dog.

After all, both fear and grace are excellent means of dominating others.

Lawrence, while leaning towards the latter, is not going to abandon the former entirely, and in many cases a two-pronged approach is the best option, as Lawrence did with Oga Coomas.

After that, he inflicted some small favors and tricks on Dubarry, and Lawrence believed that the Mr. Dubarry would be able to make the choices he would like to see.

The next day, the first day of July 1770.

Early in the morning, it's time for breakfast.

As always, Anna and Yaan were instructed by their tutor on dining etiquette and learning French, so there were only Lawrence and Grosso at the big table.

Lawrence picked up the butter knife and smeared a layer of slightly fishy cream on the fluffy white bread, then glanced at Grosso, who was a little tired, and said casually:

"Looks like you're getting along well with Mr. Dubarry."

"Hey, hey, how do you know?" Grosso asked with a grin.

"You have dark circles under your eyes, and you're still with Mr. Dubarry in the middle of the night, right?" Lawrence said, pointing to Grosso's eyes.

Grosso rubbed his sour eyes, yawned and said with a smile:

"It's a pity that you weren't there yesterday, I haven't finished a complete set of interrogation laws, and he kid has summoned everything."

"Oh? What did he recruit? ”

Lawrence asked casually, he was not interested in Dubarry's black history, and Lawrence knew what a flamboyant gang leader could do.

"It's a lot, and I'm too lazy to write it down. How many women have been forced, how many people have been tortured and killed, how much money have been bribed, anyway, these are all these. From Lisbon to Venice, such people do the same thing. ”

Grosso thought boredly for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"He said a lot about the attack."

"How?" Lawrence was a little interested, looked at Grosso and asked.

Although Lawrence could guess the general course of the attack, and knew that he must have guessed eight or nine, after all, he had not fully confirmed these guesses.

"It's the Earl, the one with whom you dueled, who suddenly approached Dubarry and asked him to do something to you."

Grosso took a big sip of beer into his mouth and laughed:

"He can't refuse the earl anyway, so he can only order the king of beggars to attack you. Hey, hey, you should have seen his crying look of regret yesterday, and it wasn't until two days later that he knew it was us. ”

"Well, that's pretty much what I guessed."

Lawrence nodded and said, the person who launched this attack was a man with motives and abilities but no brains, and Lawrence could not think of any reasonable person other than Count Falcone.

"Anyway, how is our Mr. Dubarry doing now?"

Lawrence then asked if he wanted something to go wrong with Jean Dubarry, a key figure, in advance.

"Now? It should be sleeping soundly now, or it may be a comatose Zhengxiang, anyway. ”

Grosso scratched his head and said with a smile:

"Rest assured, there won't be a trace of abuse on any of his skin. Of course, he just had a mental breakdown. ”

Lawrence nodded slightly, and it was much simpler for a person to deal with the brink of collapse at his disposal.

"But he shouldn't kill himself, right? Kill yourself by biting your tongue or something? Lawrence asked sternly.

"Can you kill yourself by biting your tongue? I haven't heard of it. Grosso was stunned for a moment, tried to bite his tongue, and immediately shook his head and said:

"Forget it, if he has this determination, he will be tied up here by us? And he seemed to be very convinced that the Duke of Richelieu could get him out, and he would certainly not kill himself. ”

"Hmm... That's true. ”

Lawrence nodded in response, and suddenly thought of something.

Since Monsieur du Barry had such expectations for the Duke of Richelieu, he would probably fall into complete despair when this expectation was completely shattered.

......

Halfway through breakfast, the old butler came to report:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, there are two gentlemen who have asked for an audience, who claim to be auditors of the Comécle de France and have come at your invitation."

"Oh yes, just bring them over." Lawrence said with a jaw bow.

After a short while, the two auditors nervously followed the old butler, and as they surveyed the lavish mansion, they came to the dining room.

Although these two people are also considered wealthy in the middle class of Paris, they have an annual income of nearly 10,000 livres on the surface, not to mention those invisible gray incomes.

But the auditors were shocked by the lavish mansion on the Champs-Élysées and the trained servants in it, even their employer, Monsieur Montmartre, did not have such a mansion.

"Here you are, sit down."

Lawrence didn't put on a show, and casually beckoned the two to sit down at the table, and asked:

"It's all done?"

One of them hurriedly took out a delicate silver coat of arms, held it in both hands, respectfully handed it to Lawrence, and said:

"It has been done as you have commanded, Lord Bonaparte."

Lawrence took the silver coat of arms and put it in his pocket, a symbol of his status as the royal tax collector.

Yesterday Lawrence gave the silver medal to the two auditors, who were asked to collect all the financial information in his own name, such as the ledgers and receipts of Jean Dubarry's estate.

You must know that taxation, no matter what era it is, belongs to the fact that if you want to find something, you will definitely be able to find something.

Jean Dubarry also has dozens of properties under his name, and even if each property has only a slight financial problem, it adds up to a huge financial leverage.

And what Lawrence has to do is naturally hold this handle firmly in his hands.

Another auditor added:

"All the ledgers and documents have been collected, filled with a wagon, and are parked outside."

"Not bad." Lawrence looked at the two and asked approvingly:

"I wonder if you two would like to work here for a while and audit all those books. Of course, I have a small request, that you two are not allowed to leave this mansion until the work is done, what do you think? ”

The two auditors looked at each other and nodded almost without hesitation, their faces full of excitement.

The Lord Bonaparte in front of him was even more promising than working for Monsieur Montmartre, and even the slightest restriction of liberty was utterly insignificant.

"Very well," said Lawrence, turning to the old butler, said:

"Arrange the guest rooms for them, and then send someone to bring in the ledgers from outside."

"By the way, Lord Bonaparte, I have a situation to tell you."

One of the auditors remembered something, frowned and said:

"We've all gone to Jean Dubarly's estates, and their heads have been very cooperative when they see your silver medal, with one exception..."

"Exceptions?"

Lawrence asked, a little surprised that a manager had disobeyed his orders in order to defend Dubarly.

"Yes, it's Jean Dubarry's own house, which the housekeeper has forbade us to enter anyway."

The auditor cautiously said:

"So we haven't gotten the record yet."

"Dubarry's residence..."

Lawrence frowned and glanced at Grosso, who obviously sensed something was wrong, touched his chin and recalled for a while and said:

"Either the housekeeper there doesn't know how thick the sky is, or there are really some things in it that can't be seen. Dubari didn't mention anything in his house that would not see the light. ”

"It's kind of interesting..."

Lawrence wiped his hands with a napkin, stood up and said to Grosso:

"Dubari was able to recruit as many people as he killed last night, but he didn't want to mention the situation in his house, and we had to go there ourselves anyway. You take a few precision marksmen, only with swords, and we're going to go. ”

......

Jean Dubarry's house is located near the Place des Vosges in the Malay district, a traditional bourgeois district where wealthy merchants and property owners live.

Following the signs, Lawrence's carriage soon stopped in front of Dubarry's house.

It is a two-storey detached villa with a small garden and a large front garden, in a beautiful and pleasant setting.

Before he could get out of the carriage, Lawrence could already see that something was wrong through the window.

On this sunny morning, the doors and windows of this villa were closed, and each window was covered with a heavy dark red curtain, so that not even a trace of the interior of the house could be seen.

The iron door of the vestibule was also tightly closed, as if it was refusing to visit.

"Looks like something happens." Grosso squinted.

"Yes, it stands to reason that if there were any unsightly objects, they must have disposed of them after the two auditors came to the door yesterday."

Lawrence nodded and analyzed:

"But to this day, they still look like they're facing the enemy... I'm afraid that the contents are neither visible nor easy to handle. ”

After the two observed in the car for a while, Lawrence and Grosso got out of the car with a few guards and went directly to smash the iron door twice.

With a few loud bangs, I saw that the curtain of a room on the second floor was slightly lifted, and then half of the cautious head poked out from behind.

After a while, an old man with curly silver hair staggered out and stood behind the iron door to meet Lawrence's eyes.

"Sir, I'm the butler here."

The butler looked uneasily at the saber on the waist of Lawrence and his party, tried to calm himself down, and asked:

"I wonder how many of you want...?"

"This is Mr. Dubarry's residence, right? He was involved in a case of financial fraud, and we needed to search his home. ”

Lawrence took out the silver medal of the royal tax collector and shook it in front of the housekeeper, and said with a blank face:

"I am Lawrence Bonaparte, and in the name of the royal tax collector, I ask for your cooperation."

"I... This..."A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on the butler's forehead, and he said incoherently:

"I'm sorry, but I can't open the door for you without Mr. Dubarry's orders."

"I'll repeat it again, and I ask for your cooperation." Lawrence put the silver medal away and said in a cold voice.

"I'm so sorry... Your Excellency Bonaparte, but I can't..."

The butler subconsciously took two steps back, shook his head and said.

Lawrence stared at the butler, raised his hand to signal to the guards behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, just smash it for me!"

"What?! Lord Bonaparte, you can't..."

The housekeeper was also shocked and frightened when he saw this, and hurriedly pounced, grabbed the iron door and said:

"You can't... It's trespassing, it's trespassing! If you insist on going your own way, I'm going to call someone! ”

"Call someone?"

Lawrence snorted coldly, smiled disdainfully, looked directly at the butler and asked:

"Who are you going to call, policeman? Security Corps? Patrol? Mounted police? Do you want to see which side they will support? It's all my people, you're alone, what do you want to disobey me? ”

"I—" The butler froze in place and had nothing to say, his palms holding the iron door key were covered with sweat.

"Plus, I can tell you." Lawrence glanced at the butler, who was already wavering, and said softly:

"Your master is in my hands, and I can throw him to the gallows at any time, and no matter how loyal you are, he will not be able to see him. Unless... Do you want to show your loyalty on the execution ground in person...? ”

"No... No... I don't want to..."

The butler said tremblingly, he knew that Lawrence was not threatening himself, as long as such a big man had the evidence, he could really throw himself on the gallows and hang himself like pinching a bug to death.

With that, the butler did not dare to delay any longer, and with a trembling hand he inserted the key into the lock hole and opened the iron door of the vestibule.

Looking at the housekeeper's panicked appearance, Lawrence lowered his voice and said to Grosso beside him:

"Just now I was only seventy percent sure, and now I have ninety, there is definitely a problem here."

"Oh? Why? Grosso asked, puzzled.

"This butler is too easy to accept threats, and if he is really innocent, he will not be so afraid."

Lawrence squinted and said:

"He's sure he knows what's in the house."

"I see... This Dubari is really hidden. Grosso nodded in realization.

"Whatever it was, I could already have predicted it."

Lawrence looked at the butler's panicked back and whispered:

"Our Mr. Dubari will soon be considering his position."

Whatever the secret hidden inside the house, there is no doubt that it will be a fatal lever against Jean Dubarry.

Lawrence believed that such a trick would give Mr. Dubarry a good awakening of his tired mind after a day of torture by Grosso.