Under the meticulous preparation of this Parisian Sleuth, except for Arthur, everyone else had almost entirely changed their appearance.
Louis patted his fake chin in the mirror; compared to before, his chin had almost grown a whole size bigger.
Great Dumas couldn't help but joke: "Louis, I mean no offense, but I must say, your current appearance exudes more of a royal aura than the original. With a chin like that, anyone would think you're a member of the Habsburg family if you walked down the street."
Heine touched the fake mole on his face: "This thing is really lifelike. Mr. Victor, perhaps I should take some time to learn from you someday, make a fake hemorrhoid or something, and then on a dark and windy night, sneak into Metternich's bedroom and stick it on him."
