Chapter 495 ??His Majesty of the Tsar, you may have been cursed by the devil! (Please book, please vote)
February 20, 1855, the Vatican Palace.
The Golden Wool Order shines with a dull light like a rotten wood in the candlelight. The fingers of the Roman church, Piece's 9th generation, stroked the letters of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom wrapped in bright yellow silk, and knuckles hit the cracks on the armrest of the imperial seat and emitted
The slight sound of "tuk tuk".
"You mean, angels or prophets really came to China? Archbishop Paul De Doria. "The old pope's voice was hoarse and old. His eyes looked at the sunsets cruising among the pillars, those that had been covered with colours.
The golden Corinthian stigma is now only bare stone.
The corner of the cardinal robe swept through the cracks of the parquet floor tiles, and the expensive incense from the east pierced the musty smell that had been accumulated in the palace for many years. Archbishop Paul De Doria took out a wax seal envelope
, handed his hands to the old apostle, and his voice trembled a little: "Papa, there is a prophecy here, a prophecy that can prove that a new era, a prophecy belonging to God has arrived!"
"Oh? It's another prophecy? What's this time?" The old pope took the envelope.
"A person who is extremely critical to the whole of Europe is about to die next month!" Paul De Doria's tone was cold.
"What?" The Pope exclaimed, and fear suddenly appeared in his gray eyes. Scarlet varnished varnish into powder between his fingers. The slightly yellow letter quickly appeared on the old palm.
Latin style characters are vividly displayed on paper.
"Nicholas I... March.::" The look of horror in Pius IX's sunken eye socket suddenly dissipated, and then it condensed into deep doubt again, staring at the Cardinal in front of him,
"Is this the prophet's prophecy, or... the curse of the devil?"
Paul De Doria shrugged, his lips slightly raised: "Papa, is there any difference? Prophet or the devil, it cannot be science anyway. Science is the biggest enemy of the church, and truths outside science, even if they come from Muhammad
, it can also help the Roman church revival!”
The Pope fully understood what Paul De Doria meant. Wherever science does not control, there is room for "jumping to the great god". The prophecies in the Book of the Prophets are indeed unable to be explained by science.
.::..At least the most outstanding scientists in Europe are unable to explain how the accurate prophecies in the Book of the Prophet were made.
"In fact, he has helped the church to a certain extent to achieve revival." Paul de Doria stared at the contemplative pope, with the light of hope flashing in his sunken blue eyes, "Papa, you are now
I already have a teacher!"
"A teacher?" The Pope was stunned at first, then he was stunned again, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "My teacher?"
Paul De Doria nodded heavily, and said firmly: "Yes, a crusade!"
The pope asked with a confused look on his face and said, "Where is it?"
"Macau! It's in Macau!" Paul De Doria seemed to be a trick, and took out a scroll from his bishop's robe, and carefully held it with both hands to the Pope, "Papa, this is me and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."
The Prime Minister, that is, the gentleman called the prophet or the devil, signed a treaty for renting Macau. Now, Macau has become the concession for the church!"
"Macau? Isn't that the Portuguese territory?" The Pope of Rome was stunned again, subconsciously took the scroll, slowly unfolded and looked. As expected, the treaty was written clearly, and Macau was full of legendary colors.
The territory was rented out to the Roman church by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom for a period of thirty years.
After the Pope saw the treaty, his brows were locked together, and his eyes were fixed on the Cardinal in front of him: "Paul, I can already imagine the angry look of the Portuguese regent after learning about this. What do you plan to let the church?
To deal with this difficult situation?”
Paul de Doria looked indifferent: "Portuguese? This is not a problem at all! Victor Emmanuel II, Camillo Cafur and Giuseppe Garibaldi are us
What really needs attention!"
"They?" the Pope asked with confusion, "Why?"
"Because they will unify Italy!"
"Is it a complete unification of Italy...?" The Pope is of course very clear about what unification of Italy means to the Roman Church!
"Well," the Cardinal showed a look of regret on his face, "Except for the Vatican Palace!"
"O God!" The Pope quickly crossed his chest and murmured to himself, "I hope I won't witness that day with my own eyes!"
"No, you will, you can live for a long time, a long time...\n. I will definitely experience all this in person!" Paul,
De Doria once again took out a wax seal envelope, "This is a prophecy specially customized for you by the prophet or Mr. Devil...:... Do you want to take a look?"
"Me? My prophecy.:::::" The pope's hands trembled slightly, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.
"Yes," the Cardinal said solemnly, "but the future is not static, it can be changed! This may be the real purpose of God sending him to the world!"
"Change?" The Pope took the wax seal envelope and asked, "How to change?"
The Cardinal showed a meaningful smile and said slowly, "Start by releasing the news that the Tsar will die next month!" A cunning light flashed in his eyes, "This must be very interesting, isn't it?
"
In early March 1855, Petersburg.
When the cold wind blowing from the Neva River pierced into the window of the Winter Palace, Nicholas I's fingers flushed with Crimean War Report, and half a cup of cocaine-filled spirits were placed in a sheet of office space.
on the military map of the table.
"Your Majesty, General Alexey Fedorov, Director of the Third Hall, asked for an urgent visit."
Suddenly, a notice from the secretary came from outside the office.
"Hurry, let him in!" The Tsar picked up the wine glass and drank a large mouthful of cocaine.
The Third Hall of the Tsar's Office, also known as the Tsar's Spy Bureau, is in charge of secret police and police officers, and is only responsible to the Tsar personally. The person who can hold this position is undoubtedly the confidant of His Majesty the Tsar.
The 69-year-old Orlov Cavalry General from a famous family. He joined the army in 1804, participated in the war against Napoleon, served as an adjutant of Alexander I, and suppressed Nicholas I in December 1825.
The party members revolted, thus being named Earl and becoming the confidant of Nicholas I. Later, they participated in the Seventh Russian-Turkish War, suppressed the Polish Revolution, and since 1844, they became the director of the Third Hall.
He got on the Tsar's right-hand arm.
But even such a big man who has to be strong and rainy all his life has been in a state of hard work for more than a year, and his whole body has grown rapidly. The originally thick silver found that there were only a few pieces left.
The originally smooth and rosy face is now covered with gullies, and the pair of blue eyes in the deep eye sockets are always filled with sorrow and doubt.
The office door was pushed open, and the elderly cavalry general was still walking like flying, quickly walked to the Tsar and gave the most standard military salute. Hearing the sound of closing the door behind him, his face was only
Trouble and uneasiness emerged, and they were still staring at the rosy Tsar.
"What's wrong?" The Tsar looked at his confidant, "Has the French increased their troops to Crimea again?"
The winter in the Crimean Peninsula has ended, and a new round of cruel slaughter is about to begin, and last year's war has told the Tsar that his army is definitely not as powerful as it seems! This is not because the Russian soldiers are not brave enough, but because
The Russian enemy is now equipped with new rifled guns and steam warships.
The Russian army was almost exactly the same as the Russian army encountered by Emperor Napoleon, but the scale was even larger. As for the Russian navy, although they were not as good as the British Royal Navy in the past, they still had the power to fight, but now they faced the British.
Steam gunboats, Russian sail battleships can only hide in the port of Sevastopol.
Once this fortress on the Black Sea is captured by the enemy, the Russian Empire will face a humiliating defeat!
"My Majesty, you guessed it!" The Director of the Spy focused heavily, "The French are preparing to increase the troops besieged Sevastopol to more than 100,000!"
"100,000...:...can be kept! Can be kept!" The Tsar gritted his teeth, "The brave Russians have never been afraid of the French. Napoleon I was defeated by us. What is his clown-like nephew?
"
The director of the Spy's silver-white eyebrows were tightly froze, his face was worried, and he looked at the Tsar with a look of visiting the dying patient.
"Alexei Fedorovic, do you have anything else to report?" The Tsar looked at the director of the spy in front of him.
"Oh, yes, yes, we also got a strange news from Rome, which was a little scary!" Director of the Spy tried hard to organize the language.
"What news?" Nicholas I looked at his confidant, "Is there anything I can't say?"
"This, this... Your Majesty, have you felt uncomfortable recently?" The Director of the Spy seemed to have become the Tsar's personal doctor. "Do you need to recuperate for a while? And... are you?
Should we pay attention to diet? Do we need to arrange for the attendant to test the poison? Do we need to invite His Excellency Feralet Delozdorf, Patriarch of Moscow, to Petersburg...."
The Tsar interrupted the Director of the Spy: "Ah? What are you talking about? My cavalry general, do you think I am sick? I am very healthy. You didn't see my face, so rosy and shiny.
Like a red apple! Are you worried that someone will poison me? Well, it is your duty to arrange more guards. But why did you call the Patriarch of Moscow?"
"My Majesty, some people want to harm you!" said the Spy Director stammeringly, "The news comes from the Pope himself...you, you may have been cursed!"
"Curse?" The Tsar stared at his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"No, no, no...you can't take it seriously," said the Director of the Spy, "The person who curses you is the prophet or devil of the East!"
"Is it him?" The Tsar's face suddenly looked solemn, "What did he curse me?"
"He, he said you would die in March 1855 in Gregorial..::.\n
"What? This...:.:" Tsar was stunned. "What month is the Gregorian calendar today?"
Chapter completed!