Ten Million Psychopath Actor

150. But this time, did you make it quite plausible?

Just in time, Deputy Director Raphael and Yvonne returned to the meeting room.

“Have you finished talking?”

“Yeah. It completely turned the table upside down, but the rough talk is over.”

Raphael and Yvonne’s faces were questioned.

“Has the plate flipped? What do you mean by that?”

“It means we have a new card. It is also a card that cannot be denied.”

“I’ll say it again, but we’re willing to make concessions on the terms just mentioned…”

“We are securing the remains of Joan of Arc. In other words, it is a holy relic.”

“So, slowly, once again… Huh?”

“Jan… who is it?”

Raphael and Yvonne, doubting their ears for a moment, asked with dumbfounded expressions.

“It may be hard to believe, but we have the remains of Saint Joan of Arc, which are judged to be very likely to be genuine. So, I would like to proceed with the negotiations again.”

“Securing the remains of Joan of Arc? No, why do you…?”

“I can’t tell you that much, but I’ll tell you it’s no joke.”

Anger gradually rose from Raphael’s bewildered face.

“no. Are you telling us to believe it now? Do you know how much the French people were disappointed when the remains of Joan of Arc discovered a few years ago turned out to be Egyptian mummies? You will have to be careful with your words.”

Raphael warned with a stiff face.

Son Mi-joo broke into a cold sweat on her back, but she didn’t show it like a professional.

“of course. As a dedicated French diplomat, I know what Joan of Arc means in France. If you hit it in Korea, it would be like Admiral Yi Sun-sin Seongwoong. I’m not saying it like a blow check. So just calm down and listen.”

Rafael, who was a little upset at Son Mi-joo’s calm words, thought to himself.

‘Yeah right. Each of them are people with public confidence. It’s not too late to listen and judge.’

“Whoa… that’s good. I never imagined that from the records and relics of Archbishop Aubert, we would suddenly come to the remains of Joan of Arc. Since you are familiar with the weight and responsibility of words, please explain.”

It was an unspoken warning that since he is a diplomat representing Korea, he must speak well.

Just as Son Mi-joo was about to hit her mouth.

Kyu-ha raised her hand and took the place of Son Mi-joo.

“I discovered it, so I will explain it to you. Externally, it is known that the remains of Joan of Arc were scattered in the Seine River immediately after being burned. But there was a hidden truth here. Charles VII, who feared that he would be punished by God for driving Joan of Arc to death, gave an order to recover the remains of Joan of Arc. The ‘real’ remains, which have been replaced without anyone knowing, are brought to France and buried somewhere in her hometown of Dongremi.”

Raphael and Yvonne’s mouths hung open at the unrealistic story.

Conversely, if you think that the remains of Admiral Yi Sun-sin are mentioned by a completely strange Frenchman, everyone will have a similar reaction.

“I listened to information about the relics at an unknown monastery at the request of an old monk who was on his deathbed. I judged that it was quite reliable, so I personally collected the remains and artifacts.”

“Huh… How could that be…”

It was an absurd story, but it was not easy to determine the authenticity of the other relics as long as one of Archbishop Aubert’s records turned out to be genuine.

“Joe, that’s good. Then, let’s take the emotion once. That way everything will work.”

Son Mi-joo intervened at just the right time.

“Then sort it out. If the remains of Joan of Arc we brought are fake, we accept the original offer with a formal apology. However, if Joan of Arc’s remains are determined to be genuine, we demand the return of all Korean cultural assets held by the French government. Not a single thing is missing.”

Raphael’s face stiffened at Son Mi-joo’s words, but he nodded.

“Such big decisions are out of my control. But if the remains turn out to be real… I will do whatever it takes to convince them.”

The words were persuasion, but Raphael was convinced.

that this agreement would be fulfilled unconditionally.

Of course, this would be possible assuming that the remains of Joan of Arc they claim are real.

“Then, shall we write a simple contract? Ho ho ho, it’s good to have a safety device just in case.”

“With what content…?”

“It’s to the extent that the items you entrust with appraisal must be returned to us, whether authentic or not. And I believe that the records of Bishop Aubert that you took will be returned within today.”

“Large. That’s about it… Okay. I will also return the records within today.”

After writing such a simple contract

The meeting of the day, which felt like a long one, came to an end.

Raphael immediately returned the records of Bishop Aubert that he had taken.

The next day, Son Mi-joo received Joan of Arc’s remains and a wooden box presumed to be relics from Gyu-ha and delivered them to Raphael.

“Is this really…?”

On the surface, it seemed pretty plausible.

It was the same with the old wooden box, where the traces of time are clearly visible.

Burnt pieces of flags, even rings with unknown alphabets written on them

I know it’s likely fake, but Raphael has strange expectations.

“We will contact you as soon as the results come out.”

Raphael entrusted the ring in the box and the pieces of the burnt flag to the Institute of Cultural Heritage under the French Ministry of Culture.

To deliver the remains in a glass bottle, they headed to the forensic research team at Raymond Poincaré University Hospital in France.

Batender, a renowned forensic doctor and team leader, greeted Deputy Director Raphael with a smile.

“I’ve heard about it, but ha… To be honest, I’m not very motivated because I’m afraid I’ll struggle again. Do you know how many times it is already?”

Although it did not appear in the media, bone fragments claimed to be Joan of Arc’s remains were brought in several times a year as an annual event.

The forensic science research team initially looked at the fact that it was a mission to reveal the authenticity of Joan of Arc’s relics, but the results always returned were similar.

“Isn’t it a dog bone this time?”

“Dog bones came out last year, so maybe this year um… cow bones. I bet on the ox bone.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, do you guys have no such thing as creativity? The sheep bones are too thin. It’s time for the sheep bones to come out.”

A culture was formed among researchers to bet on which animal’s bones would turn out this time.

“I know that. However, please take a good look at it this time. The person who brought this is quite famous.”

When Raphael opened the wooden box, scattered researchers flocked to it.

“Oh~ I made it pretty decent this time, right?”

Researchers who saw the artifacts shared their feelings.

Batender, the team leader, opened his mouth.

“Anyway, I have work to do, so I will analyze it. Since our research project has just finished, you will be able to see the results soon, so please wait a little bit. Don’t expect too much.”

“Yes, I understand, Doctor.”

When Raphael returned, Batender sighed after looking at the wooden box with complicated eyes.

“Whoa… Come on! There was nothing to do after the assignment was over anyway, but it worked well. Whoever guesses which bone this time is, I will give you a special annual tea.”

“Oh oh!! Dog bone please!”

Thus, members of the forensic science research team at Raymond Poincaré University dispersed to their respective places.

***

“There is only one last scene left. Time flies, right?”

At the words of assistant director Henri, who was soaked in emotion, director Jean Dumont surprisingly calmly agreed.

“Say that. I don’t know how the last six months have gone. It’s like a dream. Just a year ago, I was an old man waiting to die, but to be able to stand on the site again and work with you guys.”

“I’m asking this because it’s all over, but are you really taking a break for 20 years? Whether it’s directing skills or field control, I can’t believe that anyone has 20 years or less.”

“It’s been 20 years since I’ve come back, but I’ve always dreamed of this place. Even while drinking, I imagined the scene and drew the work in my head.”

“I guess the director is destined to do only movies for the rest of his life.”

“That’s a compliment I’m really grateful for.”

“Anyway, will this last scene be okay? According to the weather forecast, the weather today is not very good… Are you going to do a long take again?”

At Henry’s words, director Jean Dumont looked at Kyu-ha, who had finished her makeup, and said,

Gyu-ha’s body is so skinny that anyone can see it.

To build that body, Kyu-Ha only ate three apples a day for a month.

“It should be. Gyuha, if it were him, he would reap the beauty of the species until the end. We just have to trust him.”

In this way, the final piano performance scene of [The Melody Dancing with the Waves], which will be talked about in the world film industry in the future, was born.

***

[The melody that dances with the waves]

Loren, the exclusive violinist of ‘Ile de France’.

After the tragic death of Pernell, his contract expired, and he got off the ship with no regrets.

After becoming free, Laurent traveled all over France to perform, and time passed like a stream, and five years had already passed.

After the performance, a fellow musician approached Lorung as he was cleaning his treasured violin.

“Lorung. Didn’t you say you used to work in the ‘Ile de France’?”

Lorong nodded his head, bewildered by his colleague’s sudden words.

“that’s right. I worked full-time for about 5 years. But why are you there all of a sudden?”

“No, rumors say that the ship will be blown up soon. They say it’s too old and doesn’t operate properly, whatever.”

“Oh yeah? Well, it was a long time ago. There were a lot of subtle problems. hahahaha, it’s a place with a lot of memories, but it’s a pity.”

While chatting with a colleague like that, a figure passed through Loren’s mind.

“Is Alain okay?”

Although he has more brilliant talent than any musician he knows,

Bara is an unfortunate genius who cannot escape from the world.

Even when Laurent got off at the ‘Ile de France’, he often thought of Alain.

“Alain’s house is being blown away, but I don’t know if he’ll have a place to sleep on land.”

Lorraine suddenly had a terrifying thought.

“no way…”

He immediately shook his head.

“Ah, that can’t be.”

However, the feeling of uneasiness did not go away all night, and in the end, Lorraun finds the place where ‘Ile de France’ is located in a few days.

“Even when I think about it, I am crazy. Why do you want to come here?”

Contrary to what he said, Lorraine walked quickly to the ‘Ile de France’.

Contrary to the time he was on board, parts of the ship were rusted to the point where it was unsightly,

As a ship soon to be scrapped, there was no maintenance at all.

For some reason, Lorung felt bitter.

Loreung found the orchestra’s practice room with familiar steps.

“Nothing has changed here.”

While looking around the practice room, Roreong saw the piano and took a picture of his butt in fright at the strange shape.

“Ahh! Who, who are you!?”

Lorung gazed at the monstrous figure with sullen eyes.

I immediately knew what it really was.