As the nephew of His Majesty the Emperor, Duke William is a very domineering person. If anyone dares to disobey his orders, there will be no end but death.

Sir Dawson totally understands this!

"Is it because of the Ming man I rescued?" Sir Dawson now understood why he ended up like this.

"Yes! It was because you rescued the Ming Dynasty that the Duke gave that order.

Let me tell you this, that Ming man escaped after being assassinated in Paris. Who knew that by some strange combination of circumstances, he was brought back to Hamburg by that John?

But you showed his things to the Japanese again, and the Japanese went to sea again. If the news reaches the ears of the French, or the people of the Ming Dynasty know about it.

Then what will be brought to Hamburg will be a very, very big war, even more tragic than the previous war.

I smoked the war and didn't want to see so many people die. But the Duke wanted to use this war to ascend to the throne.

Sir Dawson, what would you do if you were me?" Count Schmidt leaned against the big tree, feeling a little powerless. This was the first time he disobeyed Duke William's order.

"Uh... I don't know!" Dawson's head was now full of regrets about why Mao wanted to save this Oriental man. Why he wanted to send him to the hospital. So where did the magical intuition come from?

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Damn it! I didn’t have that kind of intuition earlier, and I didn’t have that kind of intuition much later. But at that moment, I actually had that damn intuition.

"Now your only way to survive is to go to His Majesty the Emperor. Dedicate that Easterner to His Majesty the Emperor and stop this war. In this way, you and your family will survive.

Uh...including me and my family." Count Schmidt was making a final struggle in his mind whether to let Sir Dawson go.

If he kills him now, everything will still be done according to Duke William's will. For him, there is still a possibility of recovery.

"Do I still have a choice?" Sir Dawson cried sadly. Now his head was completely occupied by regret.

"You have no choice! Now, tell me about old John's home." Count Schmidt stood up straight. At this time, it is better not to hesitate too much. Now that you have decided, just do what you want in your heart.

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Prussia could no longer afford another war, not for at least ten years.

"You're going to kill him?"

"Someone has to die, and my lord, the Duke, is not the only one with eyes and ears. You will follow them in a moment and take the carriage to Magdeburg. I will ask someone to pick up the Ming Dynasty man as well!"

You hand over the Ming Dynasty man named Zheng and this one to His Majesty!" Count Schmidt took out a small bag from his arms.

Sir Dawson took it and found that the bag was very heavy. When he opened it, it turned out to be Zheng Sen's watch and belt clip.

"But how can I see His Majesty the Emperor!" Dawson's face turned bitter. He was not a big shot. How could he see His Majesty the Emperor if he could?

"They will make arrangements, just follow them. Remember, tell His Majesty the Emperor everything you know. Whether you can save Prussia depends on you." Schmidt patted Sir Dawson's shoulder.

"Old John's family lives in the third house on the west side of the pier. His daughter Mary and son-in-law Ian were on the boat that day." Dawson betrayed Old John without hesitation.

"Let's go! Be careful on the road. Martin will accompany you. We must keep the Ming man named Zheng alive."

"I understand, Lord Earl!" Sir Dawson walked out of the woods, walked a few steps and then turned back: "Thank you!"

"I wish you good luck and God bless you." Count Schmidt waved to him and disappeared into the dark woods.

At night, a fire suddenly broke out next to the pier. The flames, several meters high, engulfed old John and his family.

No one knew why the flames were so fierce. However, when the flames extinguished the next morning, several unrecognizable corpses were found.

"Is everything done?" Duke William asked, looking at Schmidt. The red wine in the glass in his hand was as red as blood.

"Old John's family died in a fire, and none of the seven members of the family ran out. Sir Dawson didn't know where he went since before dinner yesterday. I'm looking for him too. I think God knows where he is." Shi

Mitt stood beside Duke William and said carefully with him.

"Oh! Sir Martin is also missing. Do you know where he is?" Duke William continued to shake the wine in the glass. He liked wine very much, especially the wine from Bordeaux. For this reason, he bought a winery in Bordeaux specifically for

Offer him wine.

"I think God knows that I always follow your orders exactly." Schmidt continued to bow and answer.

"Well! I can rest assured that you can do things. Sit down, Schmidt, don't be so formal." Duke William pointed to the chair next to him.

Count Schmidt sat on the chair according to Duke William's instructions, still with a face full of humility.

"This is wine from Bordeaux. The vintage is very good. Try it!" Duke William took a glass and poured it for Count Schmidt himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Duke!" Count Schmidt took the glass and took a sip.

"I don't know why, Hamburg's beer is the most famous, but I just like red wine." The wine in Duke William's hand kept shaking and he would smell it from time to time.

"The French wines are indeed good, especially the grapes in Bordeaux which have plenty of sunshine." Of course, Count Schmidt also knows the benefits of wine.

"How would Frederick respond to this matter?" Duke William looked at Count Schmidt and asked.

"If someone is discovered in Magdeburg, the French and Ming people will naturally not let His Majesty the Emperor go. I think you need to prepare for war." Count Schmidt continued to sip wine, and Duke William poured him another.

A cup gestured for him to continue.

"How to pick us out?"

"This is a difficult problem. After all, their things have appeared in Hamburg. Whether it is the French or the Ming people, they will trace it. If they discover a series of unexpected events, it will be difficult for us to clean up the traces."

"I think we don't need to prepare for war. As long as the French and Ming people are in trouble, I will unite with the French and Ming people to force him to abdicate. Then, hand him over to the French and Ming people. As for the end? It depends.

How are the French and Ming people going to deal with him!

In this way, we can avoid war and gain the throne. We can also make good friends with the Ming Dynasty and the French! It is so important to make good friends with the Ming Dynasty people. Their technology is what we need most. As long as we can obtain their technology, plus our

With the iron-blooded spirit of the Prussian soldiers, we are invincible."

Duke William waved his hand so powerfully that the wine in the glass in his hand almost spilled out.

"But after all, he was once the Emperor of Prussia. If he is handed over like this, then...! Will the public opinion be too...!" Count Schmidt had to admit that this was a good idea.

"There is nothing we can do about it. It can be said that peace has been achieved. His Majesty the Emperor has done so voluntarily. I will make my uncle a national hero.

Frederick the Great! What a majestic name. He will be recorded in the history of Germany and shine through the ages."

"You are really... really...!" Count Schmidt's face twisted.

"Lovely Schmidt, if I become emperor in the future, I will definitely treat your son well. Little Gates should still be a knight now, and I will let him inherit your title.

Forgive me, this matter must be kept completely confidential. Complete confidentiality means that no one who knows about it can live in this world. You really know too much about this matter."

"Your Majesty the Duke, you...!"

"Schmidt, they say you are a thoughtful person. Could it be that you haven't noticed that I've always been holding wine without taking a sip?

Go in peace Schmidt, history will not remember you, but I will." After Duke William said this, he stood up and left.

"You...! You...!" Count Schmidt rolled to the ground in pain, with black blood flowing out of his mouth.

On the way to Magdeburg, a carriage was speeding forward.

"We can't rush like this anymore. If we continue like this, he will die." Sir Martin said while looking at Zheng Sen who kept shaking.

"I always feel that the Duke will send people to hunt him down." Sir Dawson on the side looked at Sir Martin with a livid face.

He didn't know yet that Count Schmidt, who let him go, was still breathing his last breath and was lying in the pit. Shovel after shovel of soil was thrown on him, gradually burying his body.

"This man is very important. We must deliver him alive to His Majesty the Emperor. He was wounded by a gunshot and can no longer travel like this." Martin glanced at Zheng Sen's eyelids and said to Sir Dawson in a panic.

"Okay!" Dawson had no choice but to do what Martin said.

This Ming man is so important that if he dies, it will trigger a violent war. Prussia, which has just shown signs of unification, will fall apart again.

When they arrived at a post station, the postman changed the tired packhorse. While the carriage stopped, Martin nervously changed Zheng Sen's medicine. In order to save Zheng Sen, Martin injected him with infantin extract again.

This is one of the most useful medicines that has been proven over the years. In the European medical community, this stuff is regarded as a precious medicinal material. The higher the purity, the more valuable it is.

From Hamburg to Magdeburg, a group of four people traveled for two days and two nights.

Magdegeburg is the capital of Saxony. Because Frederick was born in Saxony, he lived in Magdeburg all year round and did not often go to Berlin.

The carriage drove into the gate of Magdegeburg, and Dawson and Martin both breathed a sigh of relief. Once here, it is the territory of His Majesty the Emperor. No matter how powerful Duke William is, he cannot play tricks here.

After finding the entrance to the palace, the carriage was immediately stopped by the guards. Sir Dawson immediately got out of the car and handed a token in his hand to the guard: "I want to see Prime Minister Bismarck, quickly! Immediately!"

The guard glanced at the token in his hand and said coldly: "Wait."

Dawson and Martin looked at the palace door eagerly. However, no matter how they waited, the door did not open.

"Dawson, if this guy doesn't get treatment, he probably won't last long." Looking at Zheng Sen's eyelids again and feeling the pulse on Zheng Sen's neck, Martin reminded Dawson again.
Chapter completed!