"Where is the forgery?" Bradak sarcastically raised the document, "Isn't this your handwriting and wax seal, Valeris? Or is this fingerprint not yours?"
The truth emerged, combining with previous documents.
The faces of the Falan Party members instantly turned pale.
After all, maybe Charles VIII just wanted territorial maps, but why wouldn't the people below take advantage?
Without conditions, who would want you?
Whether die-hard Falan Party or regular members, cold sweat was streaming down their foreheads at this moment.
The small clique of Valeris was sweating because they never expected such confidential matters to leak.
Is it because Cheka is too terrifying, or is there a traitor? Or perhaps both?
As for regular members of the Falan Party, including numerous town workshop masters, city businessmen, and monk groups.
In the documents, many of the things Valeris promised were not owned by Valeris's clique.
But they belonged to them!
