Revelation by Elohim. The Mystery of Diana de’Poitier - Claude Angie

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reports, everything was described in detail, providing the final amount. At first, orally in reports, a detailed report was attached to this, on papers. Signature and seal, which the king should have put. Some of the noblest and richest nobles from all over France took part in the reports. In general, the Minister of Finance followed this all. It was more paper for bookkeepers, bookkeeping. By the end of the meeting, a large pile of papers had gathered, which Diana did not understand at all. After everyone finished reading their reports. The meeting was over. What the same advisor announced. A pile of papers lay in front of her. She stood up saying. That all the papers will be handed over to the king. Having said goodbye to those present with a bow of her head, she left the hall, heading to where she had left Henry. Carrying under his arm, an impressive pile of papers. Refusing the help of the adviser and the secretary, who wanted to bring the papers to the king? She found Henry bored.

      What have you been doing there for so long?! He was surprised.

      Seeing a pile of papers in her hands, he said.

      Get it over here, I’ll put my seal.

      And he added indignantly.

      And why are you carrying them yourself?!

      Why are there, I wonder, the councilor and the secretary! He muttered angrily.

      But she withdrew her hand with the papers.

      What?! She was surprised.

      Are you going to approve all this?!

      Well, of course I’m going to approve that. Heinrich answered.

      Let’s get it over with, Diana. He added, reaching out his hand again for the papers.

      But you haven’t even checked them! She said, surprised.

      He sighed and said.

      My dear Diana. Do you know how many of these papers I have to stamp?

      I can’t check them all.

      I have ministers for this.

      Sometimes, yes. The royal lands are fully tested, audited.

      But as I told you, my ministers are in charge.

      She was surprised and answered.

      But if they rob you?!

      How do you know?

      Heinrich smiled, grinning.

      My dear. Yes, I’m even sure of that!

      But I can’t keep track of everyone, unfortunately.

      Plus, I don’t think they are writing off large amounts.

      It is simply impossible to check everyone all the time.

      Poitier responded to this.

      Heinrich let me see it through to the end, since you let me start.

      He looked at her in surprise.

      So what are you going to do? He asked.

      Check them out! She answered seriously.

      He smiled.

      Okay, check it out.

      Okay, then this will take me a while. She said.

      I’ll tell you about the results later.

      Well, let it be your way, he agreed.

      Just don’t wait too long with this.

      These bores will torture me with their reports.

      And a whole mountain of papers will accumulate.

      She smiled and simply said, okay.

      So, Poitiers sat over the papers, leafing through them and nothing really, not understanding them. She thought about it.

      How can I check and verify them all?

      Who will help me figure this out?

      She went over in her head people who, in her opinion, are competent in such matters. When it seemed to dawn on her.

      Cardinal!

      She said out loud.

      Yes, exactly! Cardinal!

      Jumping up, she got up from the chair enthusiastically. Cardinal was known as an expert not only in paperwork and reports. But in general, he was an incredibly gifted person in many ways. He was known as an all-knowing man. She immediately, without a moment’s hesitation, wrote a letter to the cardinal. Requesting an appointment. By sending the message immediately. She received a rather quick reply that he would be glad to see her.

      Cardinal

      Poitiers entered the spacious, bright, and quite different from a monk’s cell, elegantly furnished cardinal’s reception room. Not keeping him waiting to meet her, a small, plump man with a round belly and short arms, a red-faced and chubby man ran out to meet her. And if it were not for his cardinal’s hat and clergy’s cassock, then you could easily take him, this shining smile, short man, for your kind uncle. He rushed to her, beaming with a smile.

      Oh, what am I a humble monk, which of course has nothing to do with the luxurious furnishings, owe your visit, madam?

      You light up my humble cell!

      Diana smiled, laughing inwardly at such a strikingly untrue comparison. The truth in all this, it was only that he really was a man of the church, the representative of the pope in France. That is, a person endowed with great power and, in fact, was the second person after the king. Since, not one important document was not finally approved, without the consent of God and the will of God on earth. That is, the sacred church, which means they are a cardinal. And in general, they said about the cardinal that a mouse would not slip past him, which was undoubtedly true. Because, with his blessing and under his leadership, there was a secret police, covered by the church itself. Whose spies were everywhere. And, of course, this organization was not public. However, this did not mean that she was not there. And how wrong you would be! By mistaking a cardinal for your simple kind uncle. The cardinal, as already mentioned, was the second most influential person in the kingdom after the king, with a razor-sharp mind. And also, undoubtedly, a person is far from simple, and who knows everything that is happening around. Thanks of course to my spies. The cardinal was one of the richest and most influential people in all of France. He was almost fabulously rich, but also fabulously stingy. This small man loved to eat well and was a real gourmet and connoisseur of good wine. He loved him, with a devoted and almost tender love. But don’t be fooled. He was not a drinker, not at all. He was a true gourmet and loved to enjoy its taste. His wine collection and his wine cellar were amazing. It was even, perhaps, much better than the royal wine cellaring. The cardinal sipped the wine with his plump lips, relished and sniffed, and only then, with pleasure, drank it, in small sips. His nose, so to speak for wine, was almost like a greyhound for game. Sniffing at the drink of the gods, as the cardinal lovingly called wine. He could tell you where it came from. Whether from the hills of Italy, from what region, or from the green hills of France and exactly from where. He really was a connoisseur of this wonderful drink and loved it like a woman. Since being a monk, he renounced female love, undoubtedly replacing it with a love of wine. He admired the bottle and the color of the contents and, in general, could talk about it endlessly. Poitiers, sat down on the chair offered to her by the cardinal. She began to tell why she had come. Looking into the sly eyes of the cardinal and smiling sweetly at him. She handed him a stack of papers. The cardinal sat down at the table, took the papers, and began to study them carefully. But, after a few minutes, he got up from the table. He smiled at her broadly and with good disposition, said.

      Madam, there is nothing serious here.

      So, accounting records of estates and estates standing on the royal land and, accordingly, information about the taxes levied.

      Any bookkeeper can decide.

      And doesn’t that apply to the finance minister? He continued.

      I don’t understand madam,

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