When negotiating this matter with the church and the Venetians, Frederi II could not have the final say. He had to discuss with his generals and dukes. As for the final result, Hong Tao would not worry about it. Even if they did not agree, it would not matter. Without this Holy Roman Empire, he could still transport oil from the eastern Mediterranean, but he had to invest a little more. At worst, he could go to the Egyptians and Berbers and establish several supply ports along the coast of North Africa.

As long as you have enough interests, and trading with whom is not a transaction, it may be easier to talk to others about this matter. If it weren't for him being Carl's cousin, he would have to sell him this strength? Of course, it was precisely because he was Carl's cousin and was not a very pure politician, that I was willing to help him. It was that simple. So Hong Tao is not a qualified national leader, nor a qualified politician or businessman. How could he always do things according to his preferences? It's better to have interests first.

In the remaining days, Frederick II became Hong Tao's follower, and he also became a traitor. In order to see the effect of the magical medicine, he didn't even want to face it. He even threw Mr. God aside. He went out to steal the wounded soldiers in the middle of the night and sent them to his zoo. He hid in the cellar with Hong Tao in the cellar and secretly performed surgical operations on others. No matter what the final result is, the wounded soldiers cannot know that they did it themselves. If they are cured, they will secretly send them back. If they cannot be cured, they will have to send them to the cemetery!

Is surgical surgery really effective with diethyl ether anesthesia? The answer is uncertain! Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't work, which has an absolute relationship with the concentration of diethyl ether and the amount of inhalation. Unfortunately, Hong Tao cannot accurately control these two key factors. He can only leave the will of fate. If he is desperate, he will be anesthetized normally. Then he will be sutured with sheep intestine thread. He may be alive. If he is destined, he will die before he has been taken off the operating table, or he will die because of excessive inhalation of diethyl ether, or he is half awake, and he is afraid of such a pain and fear of being sorrowful. The scalpel is directly stuck on the organ, and he will die.

"William, do you think if there was really a god in heaven, would he hate us very much now when we saw us so harming the living people?" Seeing the bodies one by one being carried away from the table, Hong Tao's endurance was almost over. It is no exaggeration to describe the emperor as a butcher. The razor that flew up and down in his hand was like a sickle of the god of death. The success rate of killing people was very high, but the success rate of saving people was not very good. With his poor eyes and needle-sewing skills, even if he was saved, the wound was like a broken sack.

"This is a very good thing, but unfortunately it's too small. Hong, don't feel guilty. You are not killing people, but saving people. A person who saves people does not have to blame himself for the small number of people he saves. From this point of view, you should be more proud than the guy above." Frederick II and Hong Tao had completely opposite views. He did not feel guilty about his poor surgical skills at all, and he tried to persuade Hong Tao not to be soft-hearted. These wounded soldiers are all people who will die. Now it is Hong Tao who gave them a glimmer of hope for life. Although the probability is not high, there is also a certain amount of it. It is better than not.

"I'm not feeling guilty about the number of people who died because of the failure. I'm feeling guilty for your technology. Can't your hands be more stable? Look, the arteries and blood vessels have been broken again!" Hong Tao was lying. He was indeed feeling guilty, but it was not really because he saved too little, but because he was guilty of Frederick II's rough methods. These people could have died peacefully, but after being tossed by him, they would have to suffer before they died.

"I'm old, my eyes can't see clearly, and I can't control my hands anymore. If you can give me another bottle of perfume, I promise to cultivate a younger and more stable person!" Seeing that the person on the bed was no longer possible, Frederick II wiped the blood from his face, gave up and continued to work hard, and grinned with Hong Tao, like an evil ghost who had just finished eating.

"Then don't try it. Your princes and lords are almost here. Let's do the serious business first, stabilize your country, and have a chance to do the experiment in the future. Here's the last bottle, save some use. When will you convince the Pope and the Venetians, this thing will appear again? Come on." Hong Tao's face was very clean, because he was wearing gloves and holding a piece of glass in front of him, paying great attention not to contact the patient's body fluids and blood. Who knows if there are any germs on them? Mr. Bethune's medical accident must not be repeated on him.

"Oh, it would be great if I hadn't had these troubles. I could build many hospitals, teach many students, and save many people who were about to die. Isn't this greater than being an emperor? But as an emperor, I have to kill many people. I had to kill them before and in the future. Is this my fault?" When talking about the Pope and the Venetians, Frederi II immediately began to transform again, scaring Hong Tao quickly took two steps back, fearing that he was injured by the shaving knife in his hand.

"It's not all your fault, but you have the ability to change. Now you are not working hard enough, because you are a good scholar, but not a good emperor. Let's go quickly, I don't want to be a mouse in this cave anymore, as it will make me sick." Hong Tao said as he walked towards the stairs, staying in this cave full of blood and the smell of flesh and blood for a long time, and he was afraid that he would get infected with diseases through his breathing.

These princes and princes on the Italian Peninsula who were controlled by the emperor were very supportive of the peace talks proposed by Frederick II, and almost no objection. Although these people were loyal to the Frederick royal family for generations, it did not mean that they were willing to be unlucky with the royal family. It didn't matter if they had any interests. As long as there was a benefit, everyone would go together, and it didn't matter if they won or lost. But they turned against the Pope and had no interests at all. By the way, they were even opposed to the Venetians. What was this for? Now that the emperor suddenly figured it out, they were naturally very pleased. At the same time, they also felt that peace on the peninsula had hope and the empire had hope.

Everyone felt hopeful, and the following things would be easier to handle. With these people and their network of relationships, the willingness to negotiate would soon reach the ears of the Venetians and the Pope. Hong Tao firmly believed that as long as he was not a lunatic, someone would be interested in these suggestions. As long as he could start the negotiation, there would be room for bargaining. The final result was nothing more than whoever had one more mouthful and whoever had one less mouthful, it would be impossible to die on one side and starve to death on the other side. Because now neither side had the strength of the other side. Instead of fighting for both sides, it would be better to take away their own benefits and continue to fight in the future.

In fact, it was consistent with Hong Tao's judgment. The first person to respond to the peace talks was the Venetians who shouted the most cheerful and opposed Frederick II's most determined one. Their envoy arrived two days before Hong Tao left Naples. According to the distance, these profiteers only discussed it for a short time and responded positively, which shows how much they value the exclusive rights of sugar and rum.

It is no wonder that sugar has always been a necessity for the upper class of Europe. It would be embarrassing if there was no sweets in the castle. After Jiang Zhuyi arrived, European aristocratic circles had become accustomed to the luxurious life from the East. Silk, gems, gold and silver, fur, fine wine, and desserts were also indispensable.

The sales volume of rum is larger, and the more you are in the northern region, the more you need this high-level wine. Not only is it drink, it is also a medicine that can almost cure all diseases. Just like Hong Tao's grandmother's attitude towards treating diseases when she was a child, no matter what disease you have, the old lady will say: Just apply some cooling oil!

Using these heights to exchange for furs in the north will make a huge profit, and no merchant is willing to lose such good things. As for whether the pope is happy or not, it is secondary. Whoever is unhappy will give you better benefits for everyone to share. If you don’t, shut up and make me angry. I will join the emperor’s camp directly, so that you can’t even come back to Rome. Merchants are such a group. In their eyes, there is no justice, only profit.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!