Chapter 256 You are not helping me, but helping yourself
If someone else had used Napoleon's name, I'm afraid Stephens wouldn't have much reaction, but now it's Mavey who is speaking.
As a count, Stephens knew some of Anatole's plans. He didn't want to get involved, but he wanted to know what Napoleon actually told Mavey.
The fact that the other party was able to find him showed that he had some understanding of the situation in Paris. After thinking for a few seconds, Stephens chose to sit down.
He took out the iron box from his arms, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a puff, Stephens asked: "Did His Majesty ask you to come?"
"no."
"You just arrived in Paris and were received by His Majesty. Don't pretend to be ignorant. Look at your fight..."
Stephens glanced at the second prince and Archbishop Brandon, and sneered: "I'm afraid the conditions set by His Majesty did not satisfy you."
Seeing that the other party did not shy away, Mavey also said: "His Majesty Napoleon did offer me very favorable conditions, but unfortunately, I do not intend to stay in Paris."
"Why? Is Paris not good enough?"
"The environment here is not suitable for me."
Stephens nodded, seeming to agree with Mavey's statement. In fact, he didn't care about Mavey's reason for leaving Paris. It didn't matter whether Mavey wanted to leave or not. What was most important was whether he wanted to leave.
The two of them talked in Windsor, and Stephens understood Windsor, so the second prince and others understood: "Earl Stephens, we are here to ask you to do a small favor."
"Your Highness, to be honest, I can't help you at all right now." Stephens flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "For Otto's sake, I can only tell you that the church is serious this time, and you'd better not
Resist, otherwise..."
Stephens shook his head slowly, as if he felt sorry for what happened to Mavey and others after they resisted. This was all he could reveal. If Bismarck hadn't been present, he wouldn't have said a word more.
"Your Excellency, you seem to regard this incident as our suffering, not yours."
"?"
Stephens looked at Ma Wei with a bit of confusion and confusion in his eyes: "The church's goal is you, what does it have to do with me?"
"On the surface, it does have nothing to do with you, but does it really have nothing to do with you at all?"
Ma Wei stood up and walked to the window, looking at the bright moon shrouded in mist over Paris, and said softly: "You just said you shouldn't pretend to be ignorant, so I will speak more openly now."
"Everyone knows the situation in Paris. Your Excellency, Count, you know His Majesty Napoleon better than we do. What are your chances of winning in front of him?"
Without waiting for Stephens to answer, Mavey continued: "Even if you have a 90% chance of winning, His Majesty Napoleon is now in danger. In order to reverse the situation, what is his next plan?"
"Your Excellency, if you think about it carefully, where is His Majesty Napoleon's only chance to make a comeback?"
Stephens frowned, lost in thought, and raised his head after a while: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Potion!"
Mavey turned around, leaned down, and stared condescendingly into Stephens's eyes: "His Majesty Napoleon's next plan is potions! Once the potion market in Paris is opened, it will provide many jobs. As long as it is handled properly, this will provide Napoleon with
Your Majesty has won a lot of support!"
"Secondly, from Anatole's desire to keep me in Paris, it is not difficult to see that the Wisdom Church attaches great importance to the potion market. In this case, will the Wisdom Church set up a special position for the potion market?"
"As for the Kingdom, should His Majesty Napoleon seize the opportunity and take advantage of the opening of the potion market to cultivate cronies and support his own strength?"
Stephens's nose twitched slightly, and he didn't even notice the cigarette ashes falling on his lap.
"What if...even if His Majesty wants to deploy his cronies? His move of sending His Majesty Yin Fan Fourteenth to the guillotine angered too many people! Tyrants will never end well!"
"Tyrant?" Ma Wei grinned, his smile mixed with indifference: "Anatole supports the emperor, but no matter whether he is a tyrant or not, as long as he is capable enough, anyone can sit in that position!"
"Why did you mention her?"
"Anatole...yes, Anatole did not interfere in the affairs between you and His Majesty Napoleon. This behavior has emboldened you. You are testing the church's bottom line little by little, right?" Ma Weimi said
He squinted his eyes and said: "Now, I can tell you clearly that Anatole will not care about you. Even if you want to rebel, the church will not send anyone to support His Majesty Napoleon. They will only sit back and watch the success or failure!"
"How can this be?!"
Stephens didn't believe it at all: "It was Anatole who resurrected Napoleon! If she didn't protect Napoleon, why did she resurrect him? Isn't this unnecessary?"
"I just said that what Anatole needs is a monarch who can revitalize the kingdom. This monarch does not have to be Napoleon Bonaparte. As long as he is capable, anyone can sit on the throne, including you, Stephen
Count S."
In Stephens's slightly shocked eyes, Ma Wei said calmly: "This should be your last chance, and it is also the test set by Anatole. If Napoleon is killed by you, it will prove his lack of ability."
, death means death.”
"On the other hand, if you are hesitant, timid, and give His Majesty Napoleon too many opportunities, failure will be inevitable! Don't underestimate Napoleon's prestige in the army! He answers every call!"
There were troops stationed outside the city of Paris, and no one was allowed to enter the city without special circumstances. Napoleon only had a thousand guardsmen around him. If the rebels led by Count Stephens seized the opportunity, they would have a high probability of success.
Napoleon is not a fish to be slaughtered. The reason why he is in this predicament is because he has been sleeping for too long. Half a century has passed, and the soldiers who were loyal to him have either died or grown old and have been shot.
I can't even lift it...
The name Napoleon gradually drifted away from the people, becoming as illusory as the moon in a mirror.
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Including Count Stephens, most of the nobles in Paris today had never seen Napoleon before the arrival of God. They had no idea how powerful this monarch who once shocked all countries was!
What the nobles saw was a tyrant, a complete tyrant who sent their king to the guillotine as soon as he was resurrected!
Ma Wei saw Napoleon with his own eyes, and saw the ambition in his eyes and the will that has not died out even after half a century!
This kind of person will not collapse, and death cannot defeat him. Give him some time, and he will lead the Gauls to rise again!
"The time left for you is getting less and less, Your Majesty the Earl." Ma Wei said: "You must help me. Only in this way can you have a chance of survival."
Stephens was confused: "What good does helping you do to us?"
"First of all, if you don't help me, I can only stay in Paris. As a potion merchant, not an arms merchant, I most hope for political stability and a wise monarch. His Majesty Napoleon is my best choice.
"
Mavey stood in front of Stephens with his hands behind his back and said: "I will help His Majesty Napoleon deal with you rebels. Although I am just an ordinary person, please believe that I am fully capable of persuading Anatole.
Once the church gets involved, you have no chance of winning, this is just one of them."
"Secondly, if I stay in Paris, it means that part of the resources in the potion market will be tilted towards the empire. As long as we seize the opportunity, His Majesty Napoleon can smoothly implement his plan, quickly support his cronies, and cultivate strength to use against you."
"Finally, and most importantly, by helping me, you are helping yourselves."
Under Stephens' slightly dull eyes, Ma Wei looked at the second prince and Archbishop Brandon: "Your Excellency, have you ever thought about the consequences of failure in resistance? Nothing is absolute. If you fail to overthrow His Majesty Napoleon, what will happen to you?
what is it then?"
"If you are willing to help us leave Paris, you can gain the friendship of the Kingdom of Windsor and the Church of the Three Destinies! In time, if your plan fails, you can completely escape to London by boat and seek asylum from the Kingdom of Windsor and the Church of the Three Destinies!"
Ma Wei stretched out his hand, took off the cigarette butt that Stephens held in his mouth, which had burned to the end, threw it into the ashtray and extinguished it, and said seriously:
"You helped us today, and we will help you tomorrow, my dear Earl."
Stephens swallowed and looked at Ma Wei blankly, unable to say a word.
He struggled for a long time and gritted his teeth and said: "But if my help in helping you escape Paris is exposed, I won't even have a chance to resist! Anatole will not let me go!"
Ma Wei looked at him as if he were a fool: "If you can't even solve this problem, you'd better stop resisting and surrender. Maybe you can still survive and save a life."
"Do you have any good ideas?"
"Yes, I have!"
The second prince slapped his thigh and said: "We have brought a magic potion called the spirit-possessing pill! If you take it, your soul can leave the body. As long as the soul power is stronger than the possessed person, you can control the other person's body for a short time!
"
Stephens's eyes lit up: "So magical? Can you let me take a look?"
"No problem! I'll get it upstairs!"
The second prince quietly left the room and came to Paris this time. In order to open up the market, they brought a variety of magic potions and showed them to representatives from various countries like an exhibition. If you pay attention, there will be orders, and if there are orders, there will be profits!
After a while, the second prince ran back with a box in his arms. After opening it, it was in a nine-square grid layout. From the glass bottle placed in the upper left corner, there were many small black pills, which were the high-grade magic medicine-Energy Pills.
!
Each magical pill is hand-made, using a large amount of precious materials, and the cost is high. The price of each pill cannot be less than 2 gold pounds, otherwise you will not even be able to get your money back.
Now is definitely not the time to consider costs. As long as he can leave Paris smoothly, the second prince is willing to provide Stephens with free potions for a year!
After getting the magic pill, Stephens wanted to test it, but after looking around the room, he gave up the idea angrily.
If there is no suitable candidate, we can only take it back and try again.
"These pills must be fine!" the second prince vowed: "The pills made in the same batch have all been tested!"
"Okay, okay..."
Earl Stephens nodded repeatedly and clutched the glass bottle tightly: "As long as I have these, I am sure..."
"Your Excellency, I must remind you, don't try to use the magic pill to assassinate His Majesty Napoleon, or you may suffer backlash."
Stephens' expression froze, as if his intention was exposed, and he asked awkwardly: "What do you mean by this? Does the magic pill have any side effects?"
"Episodes can indeed achieve the effect of controlling other people's bodies, but the premise is that the other person must be very close to you, because the soul cannot leave the body for a long time. Furthermore, the time when the soul leaves the body is difficult to control. If the other person's soul is too strong and remains
If we resist, I'm afraid I won't be able to last even 10 minutes."
Ma Wei kindly reminded: "Moreover, if the soul is not strong enough and the possessed soul is far stronger than its own target, it will be counterattacked. The severely damaged soul will be difficult to repair, just like a leaky clay pot.
, within three years, the soul will completely wither."
Ma Wei has never understood the specific standard of soul strength. There are too few research subjects, but there is no doubt about one thing - willpower is also a kind of soul strength.
People with stronger willpower tend to have stronger soul power, which can even be cultivated.
This is the reason why the Soul Research Institute founded by Miss Jin Na selected believers with firm beliefs to perform the soul peeling technique. Devout believers can provide more soul power than ordinary people.
Hearing such serious side effects and harsh conditions for use, Stephens hesitated again. Seeing this, Ma Wei quickly said: "The magic pill is just one of the magical potions we have. As long as you
If you sincerely help us, we can provide you with more and more magical potions. If used properly, you can kill His Majesty Napoleon without a single soldier."
"Is this true?"
"Absolutely true."
"good!"
Stephens stood up suddenly and made up his mind: "I will help you escape from Paris! When do you plan to leave?"
"We will take action the day after the talks end."
"Well, I'll arrange the manpower immediately!"
"Be careful of being followed."
"rest assured!"
Stephens put away the magical pills and left the mansion without looking back. Ma Wei stood in front of the window and watched him get on the carriage and leave. He didn't look back until the carriage disappeared at the end of the street.
"Nicholas."
"What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"Do you really want to help Earl Stephens kill Napoleon?" The second prince asked: "This is a great thing. By getting rid of Napoleon, the Kingdom of Windsor will also have one less big worry!"
"Yes, yes, if everything goes well."
Ma Wei responded perfunctorily. He said that helping Stephens was true and not a lie at all, but the problem was...
Will Napoleon, who is supported by Maria and the ancient god's forces, be killed by these small means?
