As Charles Bonaparte expected, Bishop Muzzarelli entered the Apostolic Palace to meet the Pope and informed Pius IX that the Bonaparte family wanted to meet with him.
Feeling the unpredictable situation in the Papal States, Pius IX decided to leave an extra way for himself.
Pius IX immediately approved the Bonaparte family's request and set a date.
"Muzarelli, please come and make a trip in person!" Pius IX said to Bishop Muzarelli.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Bishop Muzarelli received the order from Pius IX and left.
Looking at the background of Bishop Muzzarelli's departure, Pius IX's eyes were dull and he murmured to himself: "This world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible!"
An old man in red robes appeared in front of Pius IX from a dark corner. With gray hair and wrinkles on his face, he reported the situation to Pius IX in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Rome is getting more and more chaotic!
The forces are already starting to move!"
Pius IX frowned and said with disgust in his tone: "Have you found out the forces behind it?"
"Most have been identified!" the cardinal responded to Pius IX.
"Then do it!" Pius IX gestured with his knife in the air, "I gave them too much!"
"Your Majesty..." the cardinal muttered, "I'm afraid we can't do it now. Rushing to intensify conflicts may put our community in dire straits."
"Then what do you think we should do now? Are we going to get poked in the neck?" Pius IX said in an excited voice.
The Cardinal did not speak, and to this day, he has nothing to do.
"Okay! I'm tired, go down!" Pius IX turned around and sat on the papal throne inlaid with various gems.
The cardinal leaves.
Pius IX took out the ruby donated by Muzarelli, stared at it, and muttered in a low voice: "Family Bonaparte, I wonder if you can still control the beast of revolution like the original emperor!"
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On the other hand, Jerome Bonaparte, who lived in the Roman Forum, was not idle either. He was writing something furiously while staying in the hotel.
So much so that I didn’t have time to appreciate the ruins of ancient Rome.
"Dong dong dong!"
A brief knock on the door woke Jerome Bonaparte out of his sea of words. After closing his pen, he stood up and opened the door.
Lucien Louis was standing outside the door with an unknown guy.
"Uncle Jerome!" Lucien Louis said respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Prince Jerome!" Another guy looked at Jerome Bonaparte with curious eyes and saluted to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Who is this?" Jerome Bonaparte asked doubtfully.
"Uncle, this is Bishop Muzarelli!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Hello! Your Excellency, Bishop!" Jérôme Bonaparte bowed and saluted Muzarelli.
Although I don't know what level the guy in front of me is in the Holy See, but the guy who can be brought in front of me by my nephew must be someone who can help me meet the Pope.
"Bishop Muzzarelli is the Pope's envoy! He is also the bishop in charge of the censorship of Roman literature and public education!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte again.
Jérôme Bonaparte had a look of surprise on his face. He did not expect that this guy would be the "Minister of Education" of the Papal States.
"Your Highness, maybe you don't recognize me anymore, but we met when Bishop Fish was still here!" Muzarelli has a close relationship with Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte still didn't remember it, so he could only fool around with it.
At the invitation of Jerome Bonaparte, Bishop Muzzarelli and Lucien Louis sat on the long sofa.
Sitting down, Muzzarelli immediately said to Jérôme Bonaparte: "On behalf of His Majesty, I welcome His Excellency the Prince. His Majesty the Pope is also very pleased that Your Excellency the Prince can come to Rome."
Muzzarelli's polite words were also responded to by Jérôme Bonaparte with equally polite words.
The two sides formally started exchanges.
"I followed the order of Pope Pius IX and invited Prince Jérôme to the Palace of Religions! I wonder if His Excellency the Prince has time!" Bishop Muza asked Jérôme Bonaparte.
Done!
The palm of Jerome Bonaparte's thigh was curled into a fist.
Although he was extremely excited inside, his face still had a dull expression.
"Thank you to the Pope for giving me, a devout believer, an opportunity to meet in person!" Jerome Bonaparte shamelessly labeled himself a "devout believer."
Muzzarelli also told lies with his eyes open: "Your Majesty cares and helps every devout believer, especially a guy like the prince!"
After the two complimented each other for a long time, they finally set a date of May 31, which was four days later.
"Your Excellency, there will be a carriage from the Holy See to pick you up in four days. I hope you will not forget it!" Muzarelli warned Jerome Bonaparte.
"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte kept it in mind, "By the way! Please tell His Majesty Pius IX that I will give him something important on the day of my meeting with him!"
How much money does the Bonaparte family still have?
Bishop Muzarelli, who regarded Jerome Bonaparte's "gift" as jewelry, did not know that this "gift" was more precious than jewelry to a certain extent.
"Then I'll wait and see!" Muzarelli stood up and left. Jérôme Bonaparte and Lucien Louis sent Muzarelli downstairs to the hotel.
A carriage inlaid with the national emblem of the Papal State appeared in front of Bishop Muzarelli, who returned to the Palace of Literature in the carriage.
Lucien Louis was once again invited to the hotel by Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Take a look at this!" Jérôme Bonaparte handed Lucien-Louis the unfinished manuscript that had just been placed on his desk.
After receiving the manuscript, Lucien Louis glanced at the contents of the manuscript casually, and then his expression became more and more serious.
Sitting opposite Lucien Louis, the old man Jérôme Bonaparte crossed his legs and waited for Lucien Louis.
Since the manuscript was not yet finished, Lucien Louis finished reading it quickly. He pointed at the manuscript and said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a shocked look on his face: "Uncle, you only wrote this manuscript!"
"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded with peace of mind.
Anyway, the original author of the manuscript was born only 26 years later, and his piracy can completely force the original author to death.
The original author probably never imagined that someone could plagiarize across time.
