Make France Great Again

As Charles Bonaparte had expected, Bishop Muzarelli entered the Apostolic Palace to meet the Pope, and informed Pope Pius IX that the gem was now wanted by the Bonaparte family.

Feeling the unpredictable situation in the Papal State, Pius IX decided to leave a way for himself.

Pius IX immediately granted the Bonaparte family's request and set a date.

"Muzarelli, then please run a trip yourself!" Pius IX said to Bishop Muzarelli.

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Bishop Muzarelli asked Pius IX and left.

Looking at the background of Bishop Muzarelli's departure, Pius IX's eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself: "This world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible!"

An old man in a red robe appeared in front of Pius IX from a dark corner, with white hair and a wrinkled face, he reported the situation to Pius IX in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Rome is getting more and more chaotic now! Many The forces have begun to move around!"

Pius IX frowned, and said with disgust in his tone: "Have you found out the forces behind it?"

"Most of them have been identified!" The Cardinal responded to Pius IX.

"Then let's do it!" Pius IX gestured in the air with his knife, "I gave them too much!"

"Your Majesty..." The cardinal murmured, "I'm afraid it won't work now, and rashly intensifying conflicts may put our community in a predicament."

"Then what do you think we should do now? Are we going to be stabbed in the neck?" Pius IX said excitedly.

The cardinal did not speak, and to this day, he has nothing to do.

"Okay! I'm tired, you go down!" Pius IX turned and sat on the Pope's throne inlaid with various gems.

The cardinal leaves.

Pius IX took out the ruby ​​that Muzarelli had donated, stared at it, and muttered softly, "The Bonaparte family, I wonder if you can control the beast of revolution like the original emperor!"

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On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte, who lived in the Roman Forum, was not idle either. He was busy writing something while staying in the hotel.

So much so that there is no time to appreciate the ruins of ancient Rome.

"Dong dong dong!"

A short knock on the door slowly woke Jerome Bonaparte from the sea of ​​words. He closed the pen and got up to open 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 saluted Jerome Bonaparte while looking at Jerome Bonaparte with curious eyes.

"Who is this?" Jerome Bonaparte asked suspiciously.

"Uncle, this is Bishop Muzarelli!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Hello! Your Excellency!" Jerome Bonaparte bowed and saluted Muzarelli.

Although I don't know what rank the guy in front of me is in the Holy See, the guy who can be brought before him by his nephew must be someone who can help him meet the Pope.

"Bishop Muzarelli is the special envoy of the Pope! He is also the bishop who manages the review of Roman books and public education!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte again.

Jerome Bonaparte showed surprise on his face. He didn't expect this guy to be the "Minister of Education" of the Papal State.

"His Royal Highness, maybe you don't recognize me anymore, but we met when Bishop Fish was still there!" Muzarelli was close to Jerome Bonaballe.

Jerome Bonaparte still didn't remember, he could only fool the past sloppily.

At the invitation of Jerome Bonaparte, Bishop Muzarelli and Lucien Louis sat on the long sofa.

Muzarelli, who was seated, immediately said to Jerome Bonaparte: "On behalf of His Majesty, I welcome His Excellency the Prince. His Majesty the Pope is also very pleased that His Majesty can come to Rome."

Muzarelli's polite words were also answered by Jerome Bonaparte with the same polite words.

The two sides formally started exchanges.

"I followed the order of Pope Pius IX and invited Prince Jerome to the Palace of Religion! I wonder if His Excellency the Prince has time!" Bishop Muzatech asked Jerome Bonaparte.

It's done!

Jerome Bonaparte's palm spread out on his thigh curled into a fist.

Although his heart was extremely excited, his face still had a dull expression.

"Thanks to the Pope for giving me a devout believer a chance to meet!" Jerome Bonaparte shamelessly advertised himself as a "devout believer".

Muzarelli also opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Your Majesty cares and helps every devout believer, especially a guy like the prince!"

After touting each other for a long time, the two finally settled on May 31, which is four days later.

"Your Excellency, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com In four days, a Holy See carriage will pick you up, I hope you don't forget!" Muzarelli warned Jerome Bonaparte.

"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte kept in mind, "Right! Please tell His Majesty Pius IX that I will give him something important on the day I meet him!"

How much money does the Bonaparte family have?

Bishop Muzarelli, who regards Jerome Bonaparte's "gift" as jewelry, does not know that this "gift" is more precious than jewelry to some extent.

"Then I'll wait and see!" Muzarelli got up and left. Jerome Bonaparte and Lucien Louis sent Muzarelli to the downstairs of the hotel.

A carriage inlaid with the emblem of the Pope 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 Jerome Bonaparte.

"Look at this!" Jerome Bonaparte handed Lucien-Louis the unfinished manuscript on the desk.

Lucien Louis, who took over the manuscript, first glanced at the content of the manuscript casually, and then his expression became more and more serious.

Jerome Bonaparte, sitting opposite Lucien-Louis, waited for Lucien-Louis with his legs raised.

Since the manuscript was not finished yet, Lucien Louis quickly finished reading it. He pointed to the manuscript in shock and said to Jerome Bonaparte, "Uncle, you wrote this manuscript!"

"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded reassuringly.

Anyway, the original author of the manuscript was born 26 years later, so this pirated copy can completely kill the original.

The original author probably never thought that someone could actually plagiarize across time.