His Excellency the Count of Grandet

Count Decaz could not, of course, have been sitting in his armchair when the King stood up.When both Charles and Victor's eyes fell on the letter paper, his eyes fell on the two of them.

Of course he knew how far the Marne was from Paris.To come back in such a short period of time, the only way is to ride horses non-stop all the way, and change a new horse every time a station is reached.Although both Charles and Victor are still young, there is no doubt that they were injured after bumping such a long distance on horseback and going as fast as possible (the inner thighs are definitely worn out)——

But he couldn't see it.Apart from the bloodshot eyes from not sleeping for a long time, Charles and Victor stood upright, and there was no sign of fatigue in their expressions.

For a moment, Decaz felt a mixture of disappointment and blame towards himself.Because it's an intuitive comparison; their different responses to the same thing.He didn't think he was being negative at first - he was playing it safe at best - but now he felt a little ashamed.

Is he the only one who smells the bad smell after this turmoil?Knowing that the situation is dangerous, is the only way he can think of to deal with it is to resign?

Victor and Decaz have known each other for a longer time, and at this time, they keenly observed a trace of wavering in the other's expression.It seems that they did not rush in vain... "That's right, Your Majesty," he didn't point out this, but directly answered the king's question, "Things are not at their worst yet."

The king and Decaz looked at Victor together. "'It's not the worst yet'…" the king repeated, sounding a lot more relaxed than he had started; but he turned to Decaze as he said this. "Very well, let me tell you your opinion, Victor."

Assassination matter, seriously speaking, it can indeed become very difficult; but to solve it, it is not that there is no way to start.Because in the final analysis, death cannot be resurrected; in the end, it is just a tool, a means to fight for more benefits.

"It doesn't matter who that Louville is, Your Majesty." Victor replied calmly, "The point is what someone can get through it. I don't target anyone, but the benefits it can bring to some people are obvious: let Avery stepped down under pressure from all walks of life and replaced them with someone more favorable to them, thus successfully suppressing the momentum of our faction. Please allow me to say something boldly - the people who have been coerced are not only Avery, but also you, Your Majesty .”

The King's jaw muscles twitched slightly.But thinking of his aggressive younger brother and Austria behind him, he didn't refute. "Go on."

"Although we may be able to find another person to be the chairman of the Council of Ministers, we can't. This is the first step, and we can't retreat, otherwise we will only be pushed forward—" Victor said, his eyes quickly swept over Decaz, "I don't think anyone here will feel that if Avery resigns voluntarily, this matter will end here?"

Of course not!

All four of them said in unison in their hearts.

Yes, this is just the beginning, that's all.The other party may first accept a candidate who is not too liberal, then create opportunities, and then change people until it is replaced by the other party.

By this time, Louis XVIII probably had no other choice; the situation forced him to pass on the throne to his overly conservative younger brother, the Count d'Artois.

When Count Artois becomes Charles X, he can do more things that only a king can do, and go against the grain.When the time comes, the road ahead for people like them will only become more and more difficult until they have nowhere to go...

"That's exactly what I told you just now, dear Avery," the king sighed, and sat down slowly again, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the armrest slightly popped out, "They will endanger you The system, my son, even myself."

Count Decaz's face was a little gray, and he could see that he was holding on, wanting to come up with a more constructive answer—an answer that could save the situation, instead of only thinking about his own future.

For a while, the conference hall was so quiet that only the magnificent gold-plated decorations around it reflected almost dazzling light under the flickering candlelight.

The king's slump lasted only a moment. "Now that you know," he said, with a certain old-age heaviness in his tone, "have you figured out a way, Victor?"

"A little bit, Your Majesty, I just wanted to report it to you." Hearing that he was named, Victor replied immediately, "But I think you must have thought of it."

The king raised an eyebrow slightly.Of course he thought about what to do if he had to compromise; but Victor came all the way back just to offer him a compromise solution?Then why bother?

"If you're saying you agree with Avery's resignation, then yes, I did think about it; I also thought of the most honorable solution - for Avery to go to England and become Foreign Secretary, with a duke as a side effect." In the end, the king laughed at himself, "Maybe this is the most decent way for me."

When the king said that he had considered it, Charles noticed that Decaz's face turned pale; when he heard the Duke again, the color was the same as that of white paper.

"Exactly. I second you, Your Majesty." Victor didn't seem to notice this change in Decaz. "But I hope that you can add something to Ellie secretly."

The king heard that the matter of adding is the key to this plan. "Tell me." He sat up straight.

But this time it was Ciel who answered him. "Do you remember what you said at the Christmas Salon, Your Majesty? You don't want to see our country being left behind by Britain, and the same for other countries?"

"Of course." The king immediately remembered those ambitious industrial plans.He turned his eyes to Shire, and tasted a little taste of Shire's words in this interval: "You mean, cooperate with Britain?"

The opponent has Austria, and they also recruit a foreign aid?It doesn't matter if you don't support it politically, at least divert the focus of Austria's attention so that they can solve the problem internally?

"Britain is our best partner." Charles continued, pointing out some facts that they all knew but were ignored at this time, "Among the Holy Alliance, Britain's attitude towards economic development is definitely the most relaxed. And, in industry, the British are the most experienced."

"At the same time they have a ban." Decaz added this sentence.His face turned pale and his hands trembled when he heard this, and he just felt that his wanting to back down was a bad move that could never be worse, and his political career might be completely ruined because of this.But when he heard "add something more," he knew it was his last hope and he had to grab it with all his might.

"Not forever, Your Excellency." Charles replied quickly. "They're making weaves, they're making trains, they're the best at it—that's all right, but that's just for now. They can't monopolize technology forever; it doesn't matter if they want to, because it's human Shared wealth." He paused, and then said: "I think, you have probably heard of Mr. Ampere's many achievements?"

"A little bit," Decaz replied, "but I'm ashamed to admit that while people say I'm good at revitalizing the economy, I still don't quite get the point."

Charles smiled slightly. "You're so honest. It's too early to tell, but I'll do it on my honor, he's done something that's going to make the world look - and not just look. If you'd spare some time To understand, you will definitely come to the same conclusion as me." Otherwise, how can you get into the physics textbooks all over the world?As long as you take out the motor, no matter which country has to kneel!

Not just sideways?Could it be...

"I think we must trust you in this, because you are the one who understands science best among us." The king resumed. "It might be technically possible, but have you considered the history?"

The king's hint is very obvious: Napoleon tried to conquer Europe, which is an extremely serious black history in the eyes of other countries; even if Napoleon's iron heel has not yet spread to Britain, but based on the past, will the British really easily agree to cooperate?

Charles laughed again.

The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the world is full of hustle and bustle, all for profit.What is the position of the UK, not to see what they can get?You know, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests!

"The British will find that they prefer something else to the Napoleon who has passed, Sire. Nothing stays where it is, and one looks forward."

Something else?Technology, or money, or something more behind it?Willing to change to a constitutional monarchy similar to the UK is also a bargaining chip?

The king looked deeply at Charles.

When Charles came in, he hadn't thought for a moment how Charles was at the palace; but now, he realized why Victor returned to Paris with Charles. "I'm very happy," he nodded slightly, "Victor, you really chose the right person this time."

It was late in the afternoon when the two entered the palace, and it was already past the time to light the lanterns when they left the palace.Because they were still immersed in the intense discussion just now, neither of them noticed. Seeing them coming out, the worried expression on the head officer's face immediately turned into relief.

"Your eloquence is much better than I imagined, look at Ellie's convincing appearance!" Victor walked out next to Shire, and said at the same time, "I have never seen you talk so much at once, especially in the When it's against me."

Already very tired, and his brain has to work non-stop, Charles just wants to sleep now, and he doesn't even bother to roll his eyes. "You?" He asked back, "I always feel that if you are talking, I don't want to talk... Hiss!" He suddenly cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?" Victor was taken aback by Charles, and was about to reach out to help him.

"It's nothing." Charles grinned slightly, and slapped the hand away without any trace, "I just think I'd better hire a carriage to take me home."

He didn't realize it before, but now that the matter came to an end, he realized that the blood oozing from the inside of his thigh had glued his pants to his skin!Fortunately, the fabric in winter is relatively thick and dark, so you can't see it clearly; but when you pull your muscles when you walk, you feel a pain in your forehead. It's really... sour!

Victor understood instantly.Even a relatively rough-skinned and thick-skinned guy like him has to control his legs from shaking with pain, let alone a thin-skinned and tender-skinned guy like Charles. "It's worn out on the road, right?" His tone was half distressed and half helpless, "You don't say anything, and you can't tell when you walk. I thought you really didn't feel pain."

"It was an adrenaline rush!" Charles retorted with a mutter.

Victor didn't hear clearly, and only judged from his tone that Charles was speaking hard. "Then go back to my house first," he suggested pretentiously, "It's closer to the palace, and it's also closer to the doctor's house!" When he finished speaking, his tone rose uncontrollably.

Charles couldn't help but give Victor a sideways glance.Just go, but where did Victor's inexplicable excitement come from?He's injured like this, so he can't do the eighteen bans at all, okay?