Paris, Saint-Germain District.
In a luxurious villa on the east side of Saint-Germain Boulevard, a salon was being held.
The hostess, Lady Valville, listened to the philosophical words of the guests, occasionally clapping her hands gently in delight.
The servants brought platters of snacks and fruits to each guest's table and refilled empty wine glasses with expensive wine.
After several young guests had made lively opening remarks, a middle-aged man with disheveled hair stood up. Before he even spoke, he was greeted with a round of cheers:
"Mr. Mara, we have been waiting to hear your esteemed opinion!"
"The highlight of today has arrived."
"Mr. Mara, your article was written so well, I've read it several times!"
"Everyone be quiet, let Mr. Mara speak…"
Mr. Mara smiled and gestured to the crowd with his hand on his chest, then raised his right hand and said in a loud voice:
"Today, I want to talk about the most corrupt, darkest place in Paris, which is the High Court!