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"So...this is the information you can provide?" St. Tirel asked with a confused look on his face.

"Is that book hard to find?" she asked.

"Mohammed is a very common name, and there are many books about the soul," St. Tirel said.

"You could lock it in to about the 10th century," she said.

"Then it's even more difficult. The Arab Empire was divided in the 10th century. There were several capitals such as Cairo, Baghdad, and Yemen. Each capital had its own library. How do you know that the author's book must be included in the Library of Alexandria?

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She couldn't answer.

"If the book is not in Egypt, I don't think I can help you, ma'am."

She then remembered that there was also an Istanbul library, and she asked the local club members to look for books about the Yin people. Maybe she could also ask them to look for the book about the soul.

"Don't say you can't help me so early. You won't find out until you find me!" She threatened, "Otherwise..."

"Yes, madam." Saint-Hilaire said dryly, "I know that 100,000 francs is not so easy to get."

She also felt a little depressed. The atmosphere now was far less relaxed and pleasant than when she was talking about Nile fin fish in the museum.

"Speaking of this, I just met the principal of the First Primary School of the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg. He asked me whether the First Consul will still fulfill his promise?"

"What promise?" she asked.

"The First Consul promised that as long as the republic existed for one year, he would send 3 Louis roses to that elementary school, but it has not been implemented for four years since 1798," Saint-Hilaire said.

Now she knew where to send all the flowers in the house. The total of these flowers was definitely more than 12 louis.

"Don't you like roses?" said Saint-Hilaire. "What must you do before you are willing to forgive him?"

This is no longer a matter of understanding.

She really wanted to tell Saint-Hilaire that she no longer wanted to be "distracted" by love like Madame Maxime, so that she forgot more important things.

This is what the "White Wizard" who defeated two Dark Lords in a row taught her. Love is a kind of distracting thoughts. Investing too much in it will affect business, just like a student's premature love will affect their studies. Although she fell in love for the first time.

He was almost 40 years old.

"What can I do to make you feel that I have forgiven him?" she asked.

Saint-Hilaire did not speak for a long time.

"Don't spend your time and energy on this. You also have more important work. The French Academy is no longer the 'academic' institution that accompanied the king and made the powerful happy in the past. You should care more about the future of mankind and the citizens."

Benefit."

"Yes, madam." Saint-Hilaire said softly, "I will do my best."

There were cheers outside, as if the game was almost over.

"Let's go." She smiled and said to Saint-Hilaire, "Let's see who wins?"

They were polite and left the lounge.

"Did you know? They bet on research funds and military expenses." Saint-Hilaire said, "Whoever wins gets 1 million francs."

"What……"

Saint-Tilaire smiled ambiguously, "How much bet did you place?"

"Don't tell me that you gambled all the 100,000 francs I just gave you!" Georgiana said angrily.

Saint-Hilaire smiled nonchalantly, as if she really hit the mark.
Chapter completed!