"I didn't bring back Jean Dubarly."

Count Falcone's voice was low and hoarse, like that of a seriously ill leper.

The laughter in the study stopped abruptly, and even the joyful atmosphere that was still full of it disappeared without a trace.

The Duke of Richelieu's wrinkled eyelids jumped suddenly, then sat back in his chair with a shudder, looked up and asked:

"What's going on? Durbari isn't in that mansion?"

The smile on Justice Mopp's face also dissipated instantly, and he looked at Count Falcone quietly, waiting for his answer.

As a result of the attack on the outskirts of Versailles, Lord Mup had doubts about whether the Duke of Richelieu was still of value for cooperation.

If he fails to seize this opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to that damned Bonaparte, Justice Mope will have to revisit his alliance with the Duke of Richelieu.

Count Falcone stood with his head bowed, organizing his words like a child who had done something wrong, and then recounted the whole story to the two men in front of him.

"Damn... Damn it, damn Bonaparte!"

The Duke of Richelieu propped his head with his hands, and a fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if to say to himself:

"We've been put together, this layer I should have thought of. No, Dubarry is definitely in that mansion, and he must be brought out..."

With that, the Duke of Richelieu looked at Justice Mopp pleadingly, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency, I need the help of the Palace of Justice, is there any way we can give us the right to search that embassy?"

After listening to the statement of the Count of Falcone, the face of Lord Mopp was already cold, as if it was another person who had just talked and laughed with the Duke of Richelieu.

"You should understand, Your Excellency, that any judicial action against a diplomatic mission must be approved by the diplomatic department."

Justice Mopp shook his head categorically and said:

"And whose world the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is, I guess I don't need to say."

"Huh..."

The Duke of Richelieu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and asked:

"What about the special method? For example, special authorizations and so on."

Justice Mopp still looked like he didn't care about himself, and said in a cold voice:

"With all due respect, the use of special powers for this kind of thing would only allow me to authorize myself to get out of the justice's seat."

"Mopp, I need your help." The Duke of Richelieu himself got up and walked up to Lord Mopp, took his hand and said:

"It's for our common good."

"The common good? I don't think so."

But Justice Mopp directly shook off the Duke of Richelieu's hand and said mercilessly:

"I didn't get involved in that stupid attack, it's your private business. And I have to warn you, Your Excellency, that you should be more concerned about that damned Corsican embassy than the man named Dubarly."

Duke Richelieu paused for a moment, then nodded bitterly.

The Duke of Richelieu was an outstanding diplomat and soldier at a young age, and served as the French ambassador to Austria for more than a decade.

As a former ambassador, he knew all too well the gravity of the attack on the embassy.

Not to mention the fact that the destruction of the embassy by the Paris police force was carried out on the orders of the Count of Falcone, and this kind of self-assertiveness to command the troops to invade other countries is bound to incur the wrath of the king.

Because the other countries don't care which faction in France is responsible for the attack on the Corsican embassy, they only know that it was the official French forces that launched the invasion and destruction of the embassy.

As a result, the invasion would be seen as an official move, at the behest of the king and the government.

In other words, Louis XV and the French government were the equivalent of carrying the black pot for the Count of Falcone.

And the Duke of Richelieu

Jue didn't need to think about it to know that His Majesty the King definitely didn't want to be detained in a black pot out of thin air.

Justice Mope snorted coldly, stood up directly, and whispered in the ear of the Duke of Richelieu:

"Your Excellency, take advantage of this time to get closer to your grandson, you may not see him soon."

With that, Justice Mopp left the study without looking back.

The Duke of Richelieu did not stop him, but looked at the Count of Concone with a dull gaze, and a faint tear appeared in the corner of his eye, and said slowly:

"You're too impulsive, dear Falcone."

Count Falcone looked at his grandfather in a daze, covered in cold like a cave of ice.

......

At noon the next day, the Palace of Versailles, the King's Suite.

"Oh, Your Majesty, you are truly brave, not at all like a sixty-five-year-old man."

Madame du Barry, with a flushed face, snuggled up in Louis XV's arms and said flirtatiously.

"Hahaha dear Jeanne, only being with you can make me forget that I am sixty-five years old."

Louis XV touched Madame du Barry's supple blonde hair and said dotingly:

"It's not too early, and it's time for us to get out of the big bed of pleasure."

After lingering for a while, the two put on their clothes, left the bedroom of the king suite, and went to the dining room, where they began to enjoy a sumptuous royal luncheon.

The luncheon had only been going on for ten minutes, and King Louis's secretary rushed in, apparently as soon as he had learned that the king had gotten up.

The schedule secretary bowed respectfully and anxiously and said:

"I'm sorry to disturb your meal, Your Majesty, but your schedule today is a bit special, and I need to ask for your consent as soon as possible."

"It's okay, you can say it."

Louis XV waved his hand generously and said:

"But I don't think there's anything special going on today, right? In the afternoon I will accompany Madame du Barry to the back garden to pick oranges, which she has been waiting for a long time."

Madame du Barry smiled charmingly, leaned over and kissed King Louis on the cheek, and said:

"You remember this, Your Majesty, I'm so happy."

"Of course I will remember your wishes, my little angel."

King Louis pinched Madame du Barry's face and said with a smile.

The schedule secretary looked at the flirting two awkwardly, and reminded cautiously and cautiously:

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but you may not be able to pick oranges."

King Louis frowned and looked at his schedule secretary, and said unhappily:

"yes, what's wrong?"

The schedule secretary bowed his head and reported:

"In the afternoon there are envoys and commissioners of twelve countries asking to see you, they are the commissioners of the Republic of Mulhouse, Württemberg, Würzburg, and the principality of Parma..."

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Louis XV interrupted the schedule with great puzzlement, and the secretary said:

"What's the situation? These are all small countries, right? Why did they suddenly gather to see me?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, some minor principalities and counties."

The schedule secretary said cautiously:

"As for the reason... It's not my job to keep you informed, but it certainly has something to do with the terrible invasion that took place in Paris yesterday."

"Bad invasion?"

Louis XV frowned and asked, having been in love with Madame du Barry all morning, and still did not know what was happening in Paris.

The schedule secretary suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly replied:

"Your Majesty, Foreign Secretary Caesar Gabriel has also asked to see you, and perhaps he will explain it to you. I think he's waiting for you in the North Hall."

Louis XV looked at the time on the clock, and commanded with some dissatisfaction:

"Tell him to see me in an hour, as for the little ones

Envoy of the kingdom, wait until I have met with Gabriel before deciding whether to receive it or not."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

...

An hour later, the solemn-looking Foreign Secretary, Caesar Gabriel, walked briskly into the dining room of the King's Suite, bowed to the King and Madame du Barry, who had just finished their meal, and said:

"Good afternoon, Your Majesty, and Madame Dubarry."

"Hmph, I'm not well, Gabriel."

King Louis burped, pointed to the armchair beside him in displeasure, motioned for Gabriel to sit down, and then said:

"What's wrong with your Foreign Ministry? Why did I hear that there were more than a dozen foreign envoys who wanted to see me, and where did they come from?"

"I'm so sorry Your Majesty, it's a dereliction of duty."

Gabriel is also very familiar with the way of dealing with the world, and as soon as he came up, he first sincerely apologized and apologized, and then explained:

"Most of these ambassadors are from small countries in North Germany and Northern Italy."

"It's annoying, I don't have time to meet them in the afternoon." Louis XV looked at Madame du Barry and said:

"I have more important things to do."

Madame du Barry smiled in response to the favor.

Gabriel glanced at Madame du Barry with a little disgust, and as a cousin of the Duke of Choiseul, he naturally had little affection for this woman with a good skin.

As for the more important things that Louis XV said, Gabriel didn't have to think about it to know that it must be some kind of male and female love activity.

"Uh... Your Majesty, I think it would be better for you to receive you symbolically."

Gabriel coughed twice and spread his hands to suggest:

"These envoys are angry right now."

"Who cares about them, it's just some small border country." Louis XV said with displeasure that the king was obviously more interested in strolling in the back garden with Madame du Barry than in receiving the ambassador.

"Oh Your Majesty, don't say that, especially don't let them hear it."

Gabriel hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"These small nations helped us against the Prussians and the British during the Seven Years' War, and monitored the movements of the Prussian army in peacetime. Oh, and the Lorraine region, which was only returned to us four years ago, and that is also coming back from these small border countries. In addition, the Austrians would love to see that we have good relations with the members of the Holy Roman Empire......

It also took Gabriel a bit of a tongue to convince King Louis of the importance of the small German states and the small states of northern Italy.

Judging from the current diplomatic situation in France, the Kingdom of Spain on the Impillian Peninsula in the southwest is a staunch ally of the French, after all, since the end of the War of the Spanish Succession in 1714, the Spanish royal family has been bleeding the blood of the Bourbon royal family.

In terms of blood relationship, the current King Carlos III of Spain still has to call Louis XV a cousin, and they have a common grandfather.

To the southeast, Italy is now a scattered country, with the Kingdom of Naples in southern Italy being a vassal state of Spain, and northern Italy being a state ruled by France and Austria.

Within the Holy Roman Empire, Austria's leadership and authority were being challenged by the rising Prussians from the north.

The Prussians vied for leadership of the German regions and tried to expand their power by seizing the rich industrial regions of central Germany, just as they had seized Silesia.

Such a central conflict naturally made Prussia and Austria mortal enemies of each other, and the rest of history was hostile except for a period during the Revolution when the two countries fought side by side to suppress revolutionary France.

In such a situation, the eyes of the French were of course fixed on the Holy Roman Empire to the east, and it was particularly important to win the support of the German states.

The French gave these states a high amount of financial support every year, although in large quantities during the ten years of the Duke of Choiseul's rule

The amount of patronage was cut, but the amount of money that the French throw out each year was still a huge amount.

"Alright, well, alas."

Louis XV listened to Gabriel's words for five minutes, and roughly understood the importance of these small border countries, and said helplessly:

"But then again, what happened to them this time, what hurt the fragile hearts of those diplomats?"

"Your Majesty..."

Gabriel raised his eyebrows, let out a long sigh, shook his head and said:

"You can't blame the envoys for being too vulnerable, it's just that this incident is too appalling."

"Don't sell it, Gabriel." Louis XV frowned.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, but according to my information, it was just yesterday afternoon..."

Gabriel put on a look of indignation, sighed and said:

"On the Champs-Élysées, in the heart of Paris, the embassy of the Corsican Republic was violently invaded. And the executor of this invasion turned out to be the Paris police force. It is said that the gates of the embassy have been smashed, and there are even gunshots at the scene, and it is likely that there was an exchange of fire between the two sides, but the number of casualties is not yet known..."

As a cousin of the Duke of Choiseul, Gabriel, of course, wanted to add fuel to the grain, portraying the invasion as a violent armed conflict.

"What did you say?!"

Louis XV almost dropped his jaw and said:

"On the Champs-Élysées? The Paris police force invaded the Corsican embassy?! They also had a firefight?!"

"Alas, Your Majesty, it is so."

Gabriel pretended to blame himself and said:

"That's why the ambassadors were all outraged, they were afraid that what happened in Corsica was also in their embassy, after all, the attack was carried out by the Paris police force... So they will suspect ... This attack was carried out at your behest..."

Although Louis XV, who had no intention of governing the country, was not very aware of the diplomatic and political implications of this incident, he also knew that his personal reputation alone would be denimized like never before.

It is rumored that he is a cruel and irritable king who would go so far as to infringe on the embassy of the Corsican Republic, which he has a close relationship with.

"It's unbelievable, and people would think I'm going to inflict such a vicious insult on a loyal courtier like Lawrence! Wouldn't that chill my subjects?"

Louis XV blushed and exclaimed:

"Someone! Which lieutenant general is in charge of the police force? Let him come to me at once!"

Despite his generosity and kindness, Louis XV's roar as fearsome as a lion's howl as a king's roar.

"Please appease your anger." Gabriel hurriedly said:

"It's not without good news. The Paris police force issued a statement yesterday saying that the intrusion was a misunderstanding and that the police were instructed by someone else. Lawrence Bonaparte also issued a statement expressing his understanding of the Paris police force and admitting that it was a misunderstanding."

"Oh... Lawrence again, what a misservice to him, I must find a day to find a way to compensate this faithful courtier."

Hearing Lawrence take the initiative to make a statement of understanding, Louis XV also breathed a sigh of relief and said with a little guilt.

However, Louis XV, who was halfway through his words, suddenly realized something and immediately asked in a deep voice:

"Wait, you just said those cops were at the behest of someone? Who is it? Who commanded the police force?! Who gave him the power and guts?!"

Gabriel tried his best to hold back a smug smile and said calmly:

"As far as I know, it's the Count of Falcone, the grandson of the Duke of Richelieu."