The sound of knocking echoed, and a male voice came from behind the door.
"Your Excellency."
"Come in."
Cardinal Richelieu restrained his displeasure at being interrupted, and the door opened at his command. A middle-aged man with a carefully trimmed beard and a shrewd-looking face slipped quickly through the door, a hint of excitement barely concealed on his face.
"Your Excellency."
The bishop's private secretary, Michel Fouquet, bowed and asked:
"A businessman from Ajontolara wishes to seek an audience..."
"Let him return from whence he came."
Richelieu's cold voice was extremely ominous, and Fu Kai, who had served the prime minister for many years, felt that the bishop was on the verge of losing control.
It was entirely imaginable that after working tirelessly under extreme tension and frustration, no one would be in a good mood for meeting guests. Since the visitor was just a mere local businessman, the bishop would undoubtedly refuse without hesitation.
