"What the hell! Which son of a bitch leaked the secret?"
The Prime Minister, Baron Sistine, was stamping his feet up and down the room and swearing fiercely.
He had been in such a rage for five days.
And today, when he received a reply from Rear Admiral Hans Seckter, he felt a hot flame burning in his chest, as if the blood all over his body was ignited by anger.
At this moment, he is in this ancient house at No. 10 Dennington Street, Lund City, the capital of the Kingdom of Braden. This is the exclusive residence of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.
Prime Minister Sistine has lived here for two years since he evicted its previous owner.
Before he moved in, every time he passed by this room, he would stare at it for a long time before he would leave. At that time, his eyes were filled with fanatical emotions, as if he was looking at it affectionately.
Just like the girl you've admired for a long time but can't get enough of.
But after he moved in, he always felt that this house was like an inn and never felt like "home".
Every piece of furniture here, including the slightly yellowed wallpaper, the long floor-to-ceiling mirror, the bulky armchair, the outdated roof relief... has had many owners in the past. These former owners were once powerful and powerful.
.But no one can stay in this room for long.
Prime Minister Sistine knew that his future ending would be the same as theirs, packing up all his luggage and moving out of this room in disgrace like a passing guest, leaving no trace behind.
"I can't even keep a good reputation..." He once again took out Major General Hans Seckter's letter and read it again. When his anger was gradually restrained, all he could think about was
of loneliness and unwillingness.
In the letter, Major General Hans briefly reported on the fruitless investigation. The major general claimed that he had searched the entire army and could not find who leaked the secret. He suspected that someone close to the Prime Minister might have leaked the news.
"How is it possible?" The Prime Minister scoffed at his speculation. "No one around me knows about this except the Archbishop."
But that's not what angers the Prime Minister most.
At the end of the letter, Major General Hans stated:
"No matter who leaked the secret, this thing happened after all, and there is no way we can shirk it. Our political opponents will definitely seize this opportunity to oust us from our current position in order to replace us.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, accept your fate. Our era is finally coming to an end."
"Accept fate..." Prime Minister Sistine recited this word countless times in his mind.
He understood what Major General Hans meant.
After the invention of the magic steam engine, the kingdom's industry developed rapidly, and the rise of the new party was equally unstoppable.
Even if the "privately transporting magic cannon" thing didn't happen, the new party would try their best to find opportunities, seize the mistakes they made, and give them a fatal blow.
During his tenure, Prime Minister Sistine has been working hard to delay the abolition of the "Grain Economic Protection Law" and has been using indirect means to suppress the development of the Mage Tower. However, as time goes by, he clearly feels that resistance is building.
The opposition is getting louder and louder.
Especially after he decided to cut the research funding of the Mage Tower, he was extremely surprised to see that some media mercilessly criticized his actions in newspapers and periodicals, calling him "short-sighted and using public affairs for personal gain."
This would have been impossible to happen before.
"Don't be angry, Mr. Prime Minister," the secretary who was with him at that time comforted him. "Now that the New Party is getting richer and richer, it is not difficult to buy several newspapers to criticize you."
Although the secretary sounded like he was joking, the Prime Minister knew he was telling the truth.
Now, dark factories are everywhere across the country. With thick smoke billowing from factory chimneys, countless gold coins flow into the pockets of factory owners and bankers. These people are the main members of the New Party.
Major General Hans wrote to him just to persuade him to compromise with the new party and thus leave himself a slightly better ending.
After all, according to the laws of the Braden Kingdom, the punishment for treason is either the guillotine or the gallows.
It’s just...do I really want to admit defeat?
The Prime Minister suddenly stopped and dug his nails into his palms.
If I remember correctly, Major General Hans only knew that I was secretly transporting magic cannons to the Pope, but he did not know that I had a private connection with Archbishop Akenelga, let alone that I was becoming the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.
Previously, we had already established an alliance with the archbishop.
If the Archbishop is willing to help, if the Church of Light is willing to help me, maybe I still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
At the beginning, Archbishop Nerga personally called me a "model among believers."
He will definitely not reject me.
Thinking of this, the Prime Minister suddenly stopped pacing, took off his coat from the coat rack, put it on his body, then picked up his cane and hurriedly left his house.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, where are you going?" As soon as he went out, the coachman stood firmly beside the carriage and asked him expressionlessly.
"To Hagia Sophia," the Prime Minister replied.
At the same time, the Prime Minister silently lamented in his heart that now that he had lost power, even the coachman looked at him differently than before.
In the past, when this coachman met him, he would not only bow to him respectfully, but also move the footstool for him and open the door for him with great diligence.
But now?
Even the always honest coachman was trying his best to keep a distance from him.
The Prime Minister sighed silently.
He could only step forward by himself, holding on to the railings of the carriage with both hands, and climbed in tremblingly. He almost tripped over the door frame and finally fell onto the soft cushion, barely able to steady himself.
As the carriage started to move, he heard a wave of shouts coming from the carriage window, shouting "Traitors, get out of Dennington Street", "Send that scumbag to the gallows", "Traitors out"
"Death" and other slogans, you will know that people from the New Party are making inflammatory speeches in public again. Don't look at the righteousness of those people's words at this time. In the end, it is not just to build momentum, but to win the election after the Prime Minister falls.
Seize power.
The Prime Minister closed the window, closed his eyes, and decided not to hear what was happening outside the window, to be out of sight and out of mind.
The carriage drove along the Boone River, turned a few corners, and stopped at the entrance of Hagia Sophia.
As soon as he opened the car door, he saw a young man standing outside the church.
The young man had chestnut hair, wore a monocle, and wore a plain white bishop's robe that was particularly dazzling in the sun.
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ps: Sorry for the lag. The next chapter will be later. You can read it again tomorrow.