Chapter 175 Iron Blood Earth (Eight)

"This is an unattainable political system, it is a hodgepodge of cowardice, blindness, cunning and stupidity..."

Sergei Yulievichvit wrote this sentence tremblingly, drooping his wrinkled head, muttering for a moment, and then paniced and smeared on the paper with a pen. Finally, he simply tore the entire manuscript to pieces.

An old woman with silver hair pushed the door and saw this, her face showed worries: "Old man, why are you getting up? Quickly, obediently, lie down-"

While serving Witt, he lie down, turned his head and scolded the servant next to him: "What are you doing, don't persuade the master..."

"Forget it, forget it, it's not their business." Witt persuaded the old woman and nodded slightly to the servants: "You guys go down first."

When all the servants retreated, they also told the old woman to close the door, which shows the old gentleman's caution.

He was born in a German aristocratic family in the Baltic region. His mother was from the e-nation country. His father had worked as a high-ranking official in the Caucasus Governor's Office. He served two tsars one after another: he served as the director of the railway in 1889, promoted to the Minister of Transportation in 1892, and was renamed the Minister of Finance in August of the same year. In 1903, he was promoted to the 'Chairman' of the Council of Ministers. From 1905 to April 1906, he served as the Prime Minister of the Cabinet. After reaching the peak of his career, he fell sharply to the bottom and has been unemployed.

Now, just entering the sixty-sixth year of his life, this old-fashioned minister who was comforted by the current Tsar before he left office and was comforted by the current tsar, had vaguely seen the entrance to hell or heaven.

Seeing that the door was closed, Vite slowly spoke to the old woman, his wife, and said, "What's going on with the manuscript?"

"It has been transferred from Paris to Barongna, and it is stored in a safe in a local bank, so don't worry." As he said that, the lady held Werte's hand, "It's you. Take good care of yourself and get better soon."

Witt finally wrinkled a smile on his shriveled cheeks: "God is calling me...the last emperor is calling me...the beginning and end are not something we can decide."

A burst of tears suddenly appeared in the lady's eyes: "Master, stop talking, have a good rest-"

Witt shook his head weakly: "I can still speak now, just listen to me and help me up."

The lady held back her tears and helped Vette up, took a big duck down and placed it on the pillow under Vette's back.

"I once said. I am neither a liberal nor a conservative, I am just a well-educated man. I cannot exile a man to Siberia just because he is not in agreement with me, nor can I deprive him of his citizenship because he does not pray in the same church as me—"

"Yes, your heart is so kind and noble." The lady lifted her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Listen to me," Witt held his wife's hand with great effort, "Because of this, I have many enemies. All camps cannot tolerate me. The princes in the palace scolded me as a republican, the Liberals said I cut the rights of the people to please the emperor, the landlords said I tried to make them bankrupt, but the Cadets said I deceived the peasants for the benefit of the landlords. In the end, I still ceded the traitors of the Chinese... God proved that everything I did was from conscience, for the empire and His Majesty. Ahem!"

A violent cough caused the wife to hurry up and serve her.

But Witt forced his wife back to her seat: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, listen to me-"

"The constitution I presided over and offended many people. In the end, even the emperor believed in slander and no longer trusted me. I had nothing to say about it. I didn't want to participate in dirty quarrels. But I didn't want my manuscript to fall into the hands of hooligan bandits like Kokofertsev. After I died, those cockroach-like secret police officers would come here, don't worry about them, they can't get anything here. We may not be able to escape the villa in Paris - have they cleaned up there?"

“Yes, a manuscript was not left there either.”

"If the emperor sends someone to ask for a manuscript, you say it is kept abroad and cannot be submitted... After handling all the matters, go to Sazonov. He will find a way to let you go to France."

The lady was already crying like rain: "Yes, it's the earth. I remember it all."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

The lady was startled and stood up and leaned over to the window, observing the situation in front of the yard downstairs through the glass.

"It seems Sazonov--"

Vette snorted lightly: "Come on, my old friendship, although now I have become Kokofertsev's dog, he is the only one who never bites me. Go and bring him up and tell him that I will meet him alone."

"yes--"

A moment later, a thin old gentleman in a tuxedo and a top hat strode in. He was Sazonov, a court-related figure who regarded himself as a "court economist", a royal scholar of Kokofertsev, the current Prime Minister of E Country, and a close friend of Rasputin, the legendary priest (also known as a "monster") favored by the Tsar family in the palace. It is said that he has great supernatural powers and knows everything in the court.

"I don't have the energy to greet you in person-please sit down." Witt smiled at him with difficulty.

Sazonov took off his hat and looked apologetic: "Please forgive me. I planned to visit you a week ago, but you know, I always have a lot of things to do. After finishing my work, I have to deal with the other one..."

"Okay OK, I know, please sit down."

Then Sazonov sat in front of the bed and asked in detail about his condition with rare enthusiasm.

Witt smiled and said, "You still miss my old bones - how about it? What's new recently? Most of the newspapers don't believe it, but you just believe it."

Sazonov shrugged: What new things do you want to hear? Is there anything new in this world that you think is new?"

"Tell me casually, I've been staying in bed for a long time and want to hear people talk. Why, don't you?"

"See what you said, I'm happy to serve, where to start, let me think about it..."

"Is the emperor okay?"

Although he had been out of favor for many years, the first person Witt asked was His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Russian Empire, who made him both heartbroken and helpless.

"Okay, very good." Sazonov showed a cynical smile. "The emperor listened to the queen and Rasputin, and he has always been like this for three years. People in the palace say that Rasputin's words are worth twenty German divisions."

"Is that true, always like this... How about Grand Duke Nicholas? I heard that he has some troubles lately?"
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