I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1381 Project 250
Seeing his sister's flushed face and smelling the alcohol, Viscount Freyz frowned and said, "Sorel, you must have drunk that cheap wine that the peddler sold for one sou and two cups..."

"Berenice, quickly help the young lady back."

“I’m not drunk,” Sorel shouted, shaking off the maid’s hand. “I’m not leaving! Everyone is celebrating His Highness the Crown Prince’s wedding, and I’m going to keep dancing!”

Viscount Freyz was suddenly at a loss.

He had never been able to get along with his strong-willed sister, and not long ago he was almost dismissed because of the incident of "Bern MPs being cheated at Versailles Palace". Fortunately, his sister took the three Swiss people to see the Crown Prince, which saved him from punishment.

After that, he could no longer act like an older brother in front of Sorel.

Sorel spun around twice to the rhythm of the music, but suddenly became listless. She walked up to her brother with her head down, took a deep breath, and said, "You're right, perhaps I should get married..."

"Let's go home. I'll try my best to make a good impression on Earl Sylvia."

There were no steam railcars running at midnight, so the brother and sister sat in a bumpy horse-drawn carriage, each looking out the window at the dancing crowd.

Viscount Freyz broke the silence, saying, "Oh, by the way, your bonus arrived at my home this afternoon; it totaled 8 francs."

Sorel first sent evidence of corruption by the vice-abbot of the Saint-Germain-des-Prés Abbey to the Notary Office, earning a reward of 3 francs. Later, she received a personal commendation from the Crown Prince for "assisting the trapped Bernese MP".

"Please accept this..."

Sorel nodded absentmindedly, but couldn't help recalling the scene when His Highness the Crown Prince pinned the Medal of Honor on her that day.

Those blue eyes seemed to hold the entire sky.

She wished she could live under that sky forever.

"parking!"

She banged on the carriage and shouted, then jumped off.

The following morning, Thierry, also known as "Courage," and several young noblemen of the Brotherhood returned to their stronghold, chatting and laughing, after dancing all night.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the head instructor, "Tulip," slumped over the table with a half-empty wine bottle next to him.

The group exchanged surprised glances.

"Courage" stepped forward and gently patted her: "What are you doing here? Are you alright?"

Sorel looked up, her tear-streaked face filled with grievance and resentment: "I've fallen in love with him... What am I going to do?"

The noble youths exchanged glances again. "Um, can we help you?"

……

Northern suburbs of Paris.

In an unassuming little villa, a young man with disheveled hair and bright eyes threw his cards on the table and then took the money from the other two people.

The blond, handsome man sitting opposite him immediately groaned, "Three As again?"

Another slightly overweight middle-aged man shouted, "Ferger, you've already won tens of thousands of francs from us today, you must have cheated!"

The young man's once clear and bright eyes instantly turned fierce. He leaned forward abruptly, and a gleaming dagger was pressed against the middle-aged man's throat.

"You'd better watch your words. If I were cheating, your share of the money would already be in my pocket."

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Ah, don't be angry, I was just joking..." Folger sheathed his dagger and smiled brightly again: "That's good. Continue betting."

Just as the blond youth was about to deal the cards, a short man knocked on the door and entered, waving several newspapers and shouting, "Look! We've hit the jackpot!"

Folger turned to look at him: "Have you found any new targets?"

"What's that?" The short man's mouth stretched to his ears. "The king pardoned us and even granted us titles!"

"What?" Folger frowned, grabbed a newspaper, and saw that the headline was: "His Majesty the Merciful King Decides to Pardon the Clever Gentleman."

The following text states that a Bernese senator, due to a "bizarre case," unexpectedly ended up at Versailles, leading to the successful annexation of the canton of Bern into France. His Highness the Dauphin was very pleased with the new province in eastern France and personally requested His Majesty the King to pardon the individuals involved for fraud, even considering granting them a knighthood in recognition of their contribution.

At the bottom is the content of the pardon decree, along with a picture of Louis XVI's signature.

"Haha, this is wonderful!" The blond youth exclaimed with ecstasy.

Folger carefully confirmed that the pardon decree indeed stated, "The person who defrauded Count Elach and others of hundreds of thousands of francs is pardoned for fraud, and the court dismisses all charges in the case and will not recover the funds involved."

The contents of several newspapers were all identical.

The short man rubbed his hands together and said, "Um, are we going to Versailles?"

Folger glared at him: "Calm down, let's wait and see."

Yes, these four people are the same fraud gang that swindled Elah out of 400,000 francs.

Based on the principle that "the most dangerous place is the safest place," they stayed in Paris and did not leave.

The following day, they saw the news that the Crown Prince was going to publicly award a medal to Miss Fritz, who had helped the Swiss. The newspapers also stated that the Crown Prince emphasized that Bern's initiative to join France was of great significance in enhancing France's image.

Two days later, Folger and his entourage disguised themselves and arrived at Versailles Palace to witness the process of the Dauphin awarding the woman a medal for outstanding service.

Then, they saw the pardon decree issued by the king at the entrance to the square.

In a small bar in the new district of Paris, the short man whispered excitedly, "Everyone in Paris has seen the pardon. If it's a forgery, it will make the royal family a laughingstock."

The blond youth nodded: "If we can really obtain a title, our later lives will be completely different!"

The shorter man continued, "There haven't been any police investigations into fraud lately, so I think it's probably true."

Ferguson bought a copy of the Paris Commercial from a passing newsboy and saw in it the news that the government was calling for "heroes who promoted unification".

He frowned in thought. This matter involved the prestige and reputation of the royal family, and was endorsed by multiple departments such as the French judiciary and foreign affairs. It had been publicly publicized for so long, so there was probably no problem.

He looked at the short man and said, "Tangi, why don't you go to Versailles and check on the situation?"

In the room next to the Crown Prince's bedroom, Joseph chewed his breakfast, subconsciously rubbing his dark circles, and whispered to Alexandra sitting opposite him, "We absolutely can't stay up until midnight again tonight."

The latter's cheeks flushed instantly, but she quickly smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, whatever you say."

After breakfast was over, Emmanuel immediately came over, bowed, and said, "Your Highness, Viscount Besançon sent word that '250' has been captured."

Yes, Joseph's method of having the police chief arrest the fraudster was inspired by the strategy used by the King of Qi to find the murderer of Su Qin; the operation was codenamed "Project 250".

(End of this chapter)