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Amid polite cheers from the audience, the actors on the stage bowed to the audience one last time, and then the dark red curtain slowly closed, announcing the end of the morning performance.

"Let's go to the theater lounge for a drink together again?"

Duke Richelieu stood up with a cane and invited Baron Bertula with a smile.

Baron Bertula did not respond for a long time as if he had lost his soul. It was not until Duke Richelieu came to him that he woke up, quickly stood up and bowed and said:

"Oh, sorry, I was distracted. What did you just say?"

Duke Richelieu smiled indifferently, waved his hand and said:

"You don't have to be so shocked by what I just said. It won't become another Seven Years War."

"Uh, okay, of course I believe you, but..."

Baron Bertula shrugged and said:

"I feel that we cannot take any war lightly, and this time is no exception. I think I have to ask the mainland for instructions."

"Of course, it's a good thing to be vigilant. Mr. Ambassador, you can ask for instructions from the mainland. It's still early anyway..."

Duke Richelieu stood in front of Baron Bertula, patted him on the shoulder, and said sincerely:

"There are many people in your government who hope that Choiseul will fall, and they will not oppose this plan. Moreover, as long as Choiseul falls, you will become the founder of peace between Britain and France, which is no small feat.

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"Yes...I understand."

Baron Bertula nodded with deep understanding and said, if France's foreign policy can really be changed from radical to conservative, Baron Bertula will very likely be transferred back to the country to serve with this merit. In terms of political future, this is comparable to

Being an ambassador abroad is much brighter.

Duke Richelieu also nodded with great satisfaction. His plan was beneficial to both Baron Bertula's personal interests and England's national interests. Baron Bertula would naturally not refuse.

"Then I'll wait for the good news and the play is over. Let's go have a drink together?"

Duke Richelieu said with a smile and walked slowly towards the door.

Baron Bertula also nodded quickly and followed, and together with the Duke of Richelieu, they followed the flow of people that was not crowded and walked out.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the theater together, they were greeted by an official who had been waiting for a long time.

He directly ignored Duke Richelieu and said directly to Baron Bertula:

"Excuse me, Mr. Ambassador, but Minister Choiseul invites you to have tea with us."

Baron Bertula and Duke Richelieu looked at each other and couldn't help but frown slightly. Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other just now when they mentioned Duke Choiseul.

"Is this a coincidence, or..."

Duke Richelieu guessed silently in his heart, but still said with a smile on his face:

"It seems that I have no choice but to excuse myself. You can't refuse Duke Choiseul's invitation."

"Yes, thank you for your consideration."

Baron Bertula scratched his head and said to Duke Richelieu with some embarrassment.

Although he has decided to devote himself to defeating the Duke of Choiseul, before that, as the ambassador to France, Baron Bertula's work still requires the cooperation of the Duke of Choiseul to a large extent, and he does not dare to

The relationship between the two was too tense.

After all, the Duke of Choiseul has the right to request the replacement of the ambassador to France.

The Duke of Richelieu had been an outstanding diplomat in his early years, and he was certainly aware of this kind of interest relationship, so he waved to Baron Bertula indifferently and left first.

Walking on the way to the back garden of the Palace of Versailles, Baron Bertula frowned and asked the official who was leading the way:

"Why did the Duke of Choiseul suddenly invite me to tea? What happened?"

The official who led the way did not want to say more, but said with a precious word:

"You will know when you go there. His Excellency Bonaparte, the Governor of Corsica, is also there."

"Governor of Corsica? That's it..." A trace of imperceptible anger flashed in Baron Bertula's eyes, he nodded slightly, and then followed the official who led the way silently.

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In a corner near the Grand Canal in the back garden of the Palace of Versailles, Baron Bertula found the Duke of Choiseul at a long, secluded table.

The sunshine at noon was very bright, and it shone out with bursts of dazzling golden light on the rippling green Grand Canal, but Baron Bertula's mood did not improve at all because of the beautiful scenery.

For this tough Minister of War who is in charge of France's foreign policy, Baron Bertula would not want to spend a moment with him if it were not required by his duties.

"Ah, Mr. Ambassador, you are here, please sit down."

The Duke of Choiseul saw Baron Bertula from a distance and waved to him.

Baron Bertula forced a smile while carefully looking at the surrounding environment:

It seemed that only the three of them were present in this garden, and there were not even any servants. This was not normal in the Palace of Versailles. It seemed that the others had been deliberately excluded by the Duke of Choiseul, which meant that they accepted

What we want to discuss next is definitely not what the weather will be like today.

After confirming this, Baron Bertula took a deep breath to adjust his thoughts, then turned his eyes to the young man next to Duke Choiseul and said:

"Thank you for the invitation, Your Excellency Duke, then...this is the famous Laurence Bonaparte, right?"

Lawrence also raised his head and looked at Baron Bertula, but did not speak to him. He just nodded with a smile and ignored Baron Bertula.

Baron Bertula couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw Lawrence completely ignoring his greetings. In his opinion, this so-called Governor of Corsica was not even as good as an American chief, and he dared to be so negligent to himself, the ambassador to France.

The Duke of Choiseul would have tolerated his attitude towards him, but Baron Bertula could not accept such contempt for him by a yellow-haired boy of such a status.

Although he was very unhappy in his heart, Baron Bertula still looked at Duke Choiseul with some fear, and tried not to have an attack.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After seeing the two simply greeting each other, Duke Choiseul was the first to speak:

"Mr. Ambassador, my hasty invitation should not disrupt your arrangements, right?"

Baron Bertula turned his attention away from Lawrence and said with a sophisticated and familiar smile:

"Tea with the Duke of Choiseul is far more important than my arrangements."

"Really..." Duke Choiseul looked at Baron Bertula with a smile and said meaningfully:

"I heard that you were going to accompany the Duke of Richelieu. I hope the old guy won't be angry about it."

Baron Bertula's expression froze for a moment, but he immediately adjusted himself, laughed twice and omitted the question.

Lawrence, who had been observing all the time, also noticed the strangeness of Baron Bertula at this moment, and he probably concluded in his heart that there was indeed some secret between the ambassador to France and the Duke of Richelieu that should not be disclosed.

So Lawrence secretly gave the Duke of Choiseul a look, suggesting that he should bring the topic to today's topic. There was no point in continuing to test the secret between Baron Bertula and Duke Richelieu. Baron Bertula

His mouth must be locked.

Duke Choiseul nodded understandingly. Judging from his interactions with Baron Bertula over the years, the ambassador to France's ability, not to mention how outstanding it is, has at least reached the passing level, and he is not stupid enough to say a few words.

These secrets were revealed immediately.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Ambassador, there is still an unresolved conflict between England and Corsica."

Duke Choiseul glanced at Lawrence, rubbed his throat and said:

"It just so happens that Governor Bonaparte is also here. Why don't you come and communicate? I think both of you can negotiate on behalf of your respective countries, right?"

Baron Bertula nodded without surprise. It seemed that the main purpose of today's tea party was to initially solve this problem.

However, after mentioning the Corsica incident, Baron Bertula couldn't help but look at Lawrence with a bit more resentment.

The young man in front of him not only caused the Kingdom of England to lose a Mediterranean base with an excellent geographical location that it was almost ready to acquire, but also caused the former Prime Minister of England and a Royal Navy third-class battleship to be stranded on the island.

Not to mention that Corsica now relies on the protection of France, which has basically eliminated the possibility of British retaliation in a short period of time. Even if the British liquidate Corsica in the future, it will be a matter of time.

Although these facts made Baron Bertula feel a little humiliated, as a qualified diplomat, he still tried his best to control his personal emotions and seriously thought about how to solve this problem at the negotiation table with the Corsican Governor.

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Lawrence was unhurried and waited leisurely for Baron Bertula to speak first.

William Pitt in Lawrence's hands and the sailors on the Reasonable were full bargaining chips, and after obtaining French asylum, Lawrence did not have to worry about British retaliation for the time being, so it was Bertou who was anxious at the negotiation table.

Pull the Baron to one side.

"Ahem, since I am negotiating with Governor Bonaparte, I have a bold proposal..."

Baron Bertula coughed twice, still looked at Duke Choiseul with some fear, and said in a deep voice:

"Since this is a negotiation between the English Ambassador and the Governor of Corsica, would it be inappropriate for Your Excellency the Duke to be here? If possible, I hope you can avoid it for a while."

For Baron Bertula, if the Duke of Choiseul is included in the negotiations, the difficulty will undoubtedly rise to a higher level, which is something he does not want to see.

Of course Lawrence would not allow his request. After all, letting Duke Choiseul assist him in negotiating with the British was one of the conditions for the two to reach an agreement. So before Duke Choiseul could speak, Lawrence took the lead and said with a smile:

"I don't think it's necessary. This is not a formal negotiation, it's just an ordinary tea party, but our topic happens to be the affairs between the two countries."

Duke Choiseul smiled and nodded approvingly at Lawrence, without any intention of getting up to avoid it.

When Baron Bertula saw this, he could only grit his teeth helplessly. He did not have the ability to drive away the Duke of Choiseul.

"Well, Governor Bonaparte, let's do as we please."
To be continued...