The knights gathered in front of the toilet, and there was a flaw in the surveillance.
"Can we talk now?"
Maria looked at Ma Wei who was drinking tea calmly, and asked calmly: "Why did you come to see me?"
Stewart couldn't wait to say, "That's right, Your Excellency the Duke, we plan to leave Paris after the meeting, but since the mansion is under strict surveillance, we would like to ask for your help. If you are willing to help, we will not hesitate to repay you!"
Picking up the cup, Maria took a sip of hot tea and said, "Treason is a serious crime. I can't protect myself even if I help you."
"You can come to the Kingdom of Windsor! Just like Duke Cruder back then!" Stewart spoke quickly: "Freya is our friend! So are you! Your Majesty and the Pope will definitely give you the same status!"
"I am already a duke in Paris, what else can I ask for?" Maria said calmly: "When I go to London, the best result is just a duke, and there is already a Duke of Chevalier in London.
No need for the second one."
"this......"
Stuart was speechless for a moment. Maria was right. A duke already has the highest title in the kingdom, and the next level is a prince. Maria could not be granted the title, nor could Crud who defected with his troops back then.
He left angrily because the title was awarded to his younger brother Chretien.
Even in the Kingdom of Windsor, Maria's status could not surpass Freya's. In Paris, she was a close minister of Napoleon and a member of the Senate, with status, power, and wealth.
Why should she give up all this and would rather be accused of treason than help the Windsor Kingdom delegation escape from Paris?
"You are trying to roast me on the fire." Maria suddenly said: "If I choose to help you and successfully arrive in London, Anatole will most likely ask you to return the traitor, saying
To be honest, in today's society, I don't trust anyone, and I shouldn't trust anyone. It's even more stupid to place my hopes on others. I don't know when I will be betrayed."
"Once the Church of the Goddess of Destiny hands me over, my fate will not be much better than a mummy hanging in an iron cage by the Rhine River. What awaits me will be the burning!"
There are many iron cages hanging on the banks of the Rhine River, exposed to the wind and sun. They are all prisoners who have been sentenced to death. They are hung at the end of the river bank to let them die in pain from hunger, thirst and hunger, and are eventually eaten by seabirds and become
White bones.
This is a very cruel punishment. Burning is more painful than it. What Mary said is not impossible. Neither the second prince nor Archbishop Brandon can guarantee that the church will survive under the heavy pressure of Anatole.
Maria will not be handed over to appease her anger.
People's hearts are unpredictable.
Stuer wanted to say something else, but Ma Wei put down the tea cup at this moment and said: "Okay Stuer, let's stop here."
"But...."
"Duke Maria is right. She has no reason to betray her motherland for us, and we can't give her anything."
Placing her slender fingers across the rim of the cup, Maria suddenly changed the subject: "Although I can't help you, I can introduce you to someone."
"Introducing...who?"
"Count Amata Stephens."
"he?!"
Stewart's eyes widened, and he said in the slightly puzzled eyes of Ma Wei and others: "Isn't he a close aide of the previous king Yin Fan XIV?! He is still alive?!"
"Not only is he alive, but he is also alive and well." Maria smiled and said: "His Majesty Napoleon has just ascended the throne, and it is not suitable for him to go to war. He is cultivating his cronies. Paris now is actually different from what you have seen. It is already in turmoil and an arrow is on the line.
, I don’t know when a rebellion will break out..."
"The old ministers of Yin Fan Fourteen secretly formed a resistance army, intending to overthrow His Majesty Napoleon's rule and support Yin Fan Fourteen's youngest son to succeed him. His Majesty Napoleon ordered me to investigate the matter, and I did find out some useful information.
"
"Overthrow Napoleon's rule?" The source was surprised: "Didn't Napoleon be resurrected by Anatole himself? Will she just sit back and do nothing?"
"What Anatole needs is a strong king who can help her. This candidate does not necessarily have to be Napoleon Bonaparte." Maria said: "Simply speaking, the position of the king is occupied by the strong.
, in Anatole's eyes, Napoleon's opponents are ordinary people without magic. If he can't even defeat this kind of enemy, he will die and have no use value."
"You..." Everyone didn't know what to say for a moment.
There is nothing wrong with the saying that the strong live together. This is also Anatole's test. She resurrected Napoleon because she heard that Napoleon was the most powerful monarch in modern times. If someone killed this powerful monarch, then
It proves that stronger and more suitable talents have emerged.
There may be some problems with the logic, but Anatole most likely thinks so.
A monarch who cannot even resolve civil strife is not a powerful monarch.
"Earl Stephens is the leader of the resistance. He may be able to help you." Maria said, "The premise is that he may ask the Kingdom of Windsor for help."
"Earl Stephens is a rebel who wants to overthrow Napoleon's rule, and you are a close associate of Napoleon. Why would you recommend him to us?" Stewart asked doubtfully.
"It's simple, because I want to use Anatole's hand to get rid of them." Maria smiled: "His Majesty Napoleon doesn't have much time to waste on dealing with the rebels. The international situation is very tense now, so he has to concentrate
When you are dealing with government affairs, how can you have time to play games with the rebels?"
"Furthermore, if Nicholas stays in Paris, His Majesty Napoleon can take advantage of the Manstein Potion Company to cultivate cronies, stabilize the situation, and eventually wipe out the rebels. Now that Nicholas wants to leave, there is no problem. When he leaves, he should give
Your Majesty left some gifts. The last time we met, Nicholas didn't show any reaction at all. This is inappropriate."
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Ma Wei hesitated and said: "I'm not sure whether Count Stephens is willing to help us. Even if he helps us, he will put forward very harsh conditions. After all, this is treason."
"Yeah, but that's up to you and has nothing to do with me." Maria put on her veil, stood up and said, "Thank you for the lunch, Nicholas, I wish you all the best."
Maria left, and it was simply unrealistic for her to risk being burned at the stake to help him.
She had already obtained everything in the world, ordinary conditions could not tempt her at all, and she finally gave pertinent advice.
Count Amata Stephens!
"What should we do, Nicholas?" Stewart licked his lips: "Are we going to find the earl?"
"Go back to the mansion first and discuss it with His Highness and others."
"good."
The captain of the Holy Silver Cross Knights held his stomach and walked out of the toilet step by step. Seeing Ma Wei and others sitting at the table, he felt relieved.
It's okay, it's okay...this damn restaurant definitely uses stale ingredients!
In the evening, after the day's talks, the second prince and Archbishop Brandon rushed back to the mansion as quickly as possible, found Ma Wei and others, and asked about what happened during the day.
When they heard that Maria refused to help, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but they immediately ignited hope in Count Stephens, whom Maria introduced.
"I've heard that Count Amata Stephens is a long-established nobleman in Paris. He has many fields, manors, and farms in his name, and he has considerable wealth."
The second prince said: "It might be possible to ask him for help. Paris is not safe recently. There are so many policemen and knights from the Wisdom Sect. In addition to monitoring, they are also protecting us."
There are too many police officers and Knights of the Holy Silver Cross surrounding the mansion. Even if they are under surveillance, so many people should not be sent. Except for Ma Wei, other representatives will be accompanied by members of the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross when they go shopping. This is
That's enough to explain the situation.
"Try to contact him." Archbishop Brandon said: "There is no other better way now. Your Highness, have you contacted him?"
"Are you kidding, of course not!"
The second prince became anxious when he heard this: "As the second prince of the Kingdom of Windsor, how could I have private correspondence with the nobles of the empire? No, no, absolutely not!"
"Your Highness, we are all our own people here, why are you nervous?" Archbishop Brandon said helplessly: "I am sincere. Now when you are looking for help, you have to find someone you can talk to! There is no one to match up, Earl Stephens
Why should you trust us?"
"Really not..." The second prince scratched his head: "I have only heard of him, but I don't know him, and we haven't met him... Smith, do you know Count Stephens?"
Jeweler Smith shook his head repeatedly, and the second prince looked at Stewart again...
After asking around, no one knew Count Stephens, and the situation suddenly came to a standstill.
There was no one to bridge the gap. Count Stephens definitely couldn't trust the delegation. He was a rebel loyal to Yin Fan XIV. If he wasn't careful, his head would have fallen to the ground.
"cough..."
When everyone was relatively speechless, Daniel cleared his throat and suggested: "I think we can ask the delegation from the Kingdom of Frederick downstairs for help. They may know Count Stephens."
There was no other way at the moment. As usual, Ma Wei, Junia, the second prince and Archbishop Brandon quietly went down to the second floor and knocked on Bismarck's door.
"Earl Stephens? What are you doing with him?"
Bismarck, who was smoking a cigar and wearing a white shirt, sat carelessly in a chair by the window, drinking and smoking while admiring the Paris night. He turned around when he heard the name of Count Stephens, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Of course we asked him for help..." The second prince sighed and told the whole story: "He might be able to help us escape from Paris. Is there anyone in the delegation from the Kingdom of Frederick who knows him?"
"I know him," said Bismarck.
"As expected...Huh?" The second prince suddenly raised his head and said with fiery eyes: "Did I hear you right? Prime Minister Bismarck! Do you...know Count Stephens?"
"Yes."
"Count Amata Stephens?"
"That's him." Bismarck was a little impatient: "When I was young, I was the ambassador of the Kingdom of Frederick to the Kingdom of Poppont. I stayed here for five years. I know all the nobles in Paris. Is there any problem?"
"Yes! How could I have forgotten this! Thanks to Jonas for reminding me!"
The second prince rekindled hope: "Can you please write a letter to Earl Stephens and invite him to the mansion?"
Bismarck hesitated and asked: "Who did you say reminded you to come here to find me?"
"Jonas, Nicholas' second brother, Jonas von Manstein."
"oh..."
Bismarck stroked his thick mustache, nodded after a while and said: "Okay, I will write a letter to invite him to come to the mansion tomorrow night to talk about old times."
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The next day, a letter written by Prime Minister Bismarck was handed over to the courier and sent to the residence of Count Amata Stephens.
"Otto von Bismarck..."
After seeing the letter, Count Stephens fell into deep thought, his eyes flickering, wondering why Bismarck would write to him and even invite him to the mansion as a guest.
He did know Bismarck. The two got acquainted when Bismarck was ambassador. The relationship was not bad and they were barely friends. However, after so many years, the two had long lost contact, and now they suddenly contacted...
"I'm afraid you have something to ask of me."
If a friend you haven’t contacted for a long time appears suddenly, there are only two possibilities:
1. Borrow money.
2. Help.
Bismarck was obviously not short of money, so he could only ask for help.
After much thought, Stephens decided to go to the mansion. Bismarck was already the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, so it was not a bad thing to make friends with him.
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"Otto! Hahaha, long time no see!"
At the door of the mansion, Stephens stepped out of the carriage, smiled at Bismarck who was waiting at the door, stretched out his arms, and hugged him like an old friend he had not seen for many years.
"Amata, you are still the same, but you have more wrinkles on your face."
"Twenty years have passed, Otto. Aren't you a lot older? I brought you a box of fine blue cigars! Your favorite one!"
Amid chatting and laughing, the two walked into the mansion in full view of the public, with no intention of hiding anything from others.
After letting the others disperse, Bismarck opened the door and took Stephens into the room. As soon as he entered the door, Stephens saw Ma Wei and others sitting at the table. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Bismarck: "Otto,
they are...."
"Let me introduce to you, this is Shukri, the second crown prince of the Kingdom of Windsor, this is Archbishop Brandon of the Church of Destiny, and Nicholas von Mann, the founder of the Manstein Potion Company
Stein and his daughter Emma."
"I know them." Stephens said in a slightly cold tone: "So you invited me here for their sake, right?"
"Amata..."
"Sorry, I have to leave."
Putting down the gift cigar, Stephens turned around and was about to go out. At this moment, a voice came from behind:
"His Majesty Napoleon asked me to say hello to you, the distinguished Count Stephens."
After a pause, Stephens stopped in place. Although Mavey spoke Windsor, he understood it. He slowly turned back and his face became more solemn: "What do you mean?"