Once this hat is put on, Duke Richelieu will clean up the house more diligently and proactively than Lawrence.

"I understand! Your Excellency Bonaparte, I will go with you!"

Jean Dubarry shouted helplessly:

"But I also tell you in advance that I have the right to remain silent!"

Although he still didn't know why Lawrence took him away specifically, Jean Du Barry was not particularly worried about it.

After all, in his opinion, both parties were considered respectable figures in Paris, and they would not resort to any dirty tricks.

"Please come with us, M. Du Barry, and I recognize your right to remain silent."

A slight smile appeared on Lawrence's face again, he stepped forward and patted Jean Du Barry on the back and said softly:

"But I believe you will speak."

Then Lawrence and Jean Du Barry walked out of the door and got into a carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

However, the two auditors did not go with Lawrence, but got into another carriage carrying Velvet Love's account books.

Jean Du Barry was slightly uneasy when he noticed this detail, but he still comforted himself because the status of the two auditors was not high enough to ride in the same carriage as Lawrence.

After driving for a while, Jean Dubarry, who was sitting on pins and needles in the carriage, finally couldn't help but test it out:

"So, Monsignor Bonaparte, where are you going to take me? The police station? Or the tax office? You're not going to send me directly to the Paris City Defense Force, are you?"

The shadows of streetlights projected from the car window changed rapidly on Lawrence's face, making Jean Dubarry unable to see clearly the face and expression of Lawrence.

Lawrence leaned back, his entire face completely hidden in darkness, and then said softly:

"Be patient, M. Du Barry, you will know."

...

Jean Du Barry, who was too nervous, could no longer tell how fast time was passing. When the carriage slowly stopped at the roadside, he only felt that he had spent a long and torturous time.

After Lawrence got out of the carriage, Jean Dubarry nervously jumped out of the carriage, turned his head and looked around, widened his eyes and said:

"Wait...this is the Champs Elysées? What are you bringing me here for?!"

Countless thoughts flashed through Jean Du Barry's mind. He remembered that Lawrence's residence in Paris was located on the Champs Elysées.

Lawrence turned to glare at him and said calmly:

"Please be quiet, Monsieur Du Barry, and follow me."

"No! Monsignor Bonaparte, you must explain your intentions!"

Jean Dubarly opened his mouth and tried to shout:

"Otherwise you are kidnapping! You are imprisoning..."

boom!

A short and dull sound came from the back of Jean Du Barry's head directly to his eardrums through bone conduction.

It sounded like someone's hard elbow had struck Jean Du Barry hard on the back of the head.

But he could no longer identify exactly what the sound was.

Because in the next moment, Jean Dubarry's eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Oh, this guy is quite heavy."

Grosso, who did not know when he appeared behind Jean Du Barry, grabbed Du Barry who was about to fall, put him on his shoulders, smiled at Lawrence and said:

"Lawrence, this is your kid's plan? To kidnap this bastard back and torture him into confessing to the attack on you? You're acting like a pirate."

Lawrence quickly glanced around to make sure no one noticed anything strange here, then shrugged and said:

"High-end political struggles often only require the simplest means. Okay, get him in quickly. What I want is not just for him to admit to the attack on me."

...

"This is..."

Jean Dubarly woke up from a bout of dizziness and headache, and was shocked to find that his hands were tied to the chair beneath him.

Even his feet were tied together by an arm-thick iron chain. It was extremely difficult to move even an inch, and there would be a loud stabbing noise.

"You are awake, Monsieur Du Barry."

Hearing this voice, Jean Dubarry, who had not yet fully recovered from the dizziness in his head, raised his head dreamily.

Only then did he realize that standing in front of him was Laurence Bonaparte and a fierce, scarred-faced man.

"What the hell are you doing! Monsignor Bonaparte!"

Jean Dubarry yelled in disbelief, struggling hard to untie the chains on his body.

Lawrence leaned down and glanced at Jean Du Barry, but did not answer his question. Instead, he said to Grosso next to him:

"You sailors should have a lot of interrogation methods, right? The kind that tortures people."

"Oh of course, I'm something of an expert."

Grosso looked down at Jean Du Barry, licked his lips, narrowed his eyes and said:

"A tender-skinned man like him will never be able to withstand the torture at sea. In just one night, I can make him cry and howl and take all the sins of the world on him alone."

"You...! Who are you and what do you want to do?!" Jean Dubarry shrank and said tremblingly.

Neither of them answered Jean Dubarry's horrified question.

Lawrence stood up straight, nodded slowly and said:

"Very good, but let Mr. Du Barry have a peaceful sleep tonight. I will talk to you tomorrow, Mr. Du Barry. Maybe you will miss this last peaceful night of sleep for a while.

.”

After saying that, Lawrence and Grosso ignored Du Barry's almost wailing roar and turned around directly to leave the basement where he was detained.

"Lawrence, I have to remind you first."

Grosso walked out of the basement and said to Lawrence:

"I can indeed make him reveal everything he knows and doesn't know, but the confession you get in this way has no effect at all, right?"

Lawrence shook his head in anticipation and said:

"Indeed, but what I want is not a confession. I want him to accuse the Duke of Richelieu in person."

"Personally accuse?" Grosso touched his head in confusion, frowned and asked:

"No matter how you accuse him, you can't put a knife to his neck and force him when you get to court, right?"

Lawrence still shook his head, looked at the basement where Jean Du Barry was imprisoned, and said:

"There is no need for any coercion. Give me a few days and I will let him stand loyally on our side and accuse the Duke of Richelieu completely voluntarily."

"Okay, okay, I believe you." Grosso nodded, still worried and asked:

"But do we have enough time? I heard that this Du Barry is considered a reputable person. He disappeared for several days after coming into contact with us. This cannot be justified."

"Oh, don't worry, Grosso."

Lawrence took out a roll of pale yellow parchment from his arms and waved it in front of Grosso's eyes.

This is an order document just sent by the Duke of Choiseul and signed by Foreign Minister Caesar Gabriel himself in the afternoon.
Chapter completed!