Chapter 497 Magic Question Conference at No. 10 Downing Street (please book, vote)
Victoria's fingers holding the telegram showed milky delicateness in the morning light, and the words "Tsar Nicholas will die in March of Gregorian calendar" on paper are like bloody marks seeping out of the Crimean coastline, in the Queen
Indigo ink was spread in her blue eyes. She hurriedly looked down at the date of the telegram copy, which was indeed March 1, 1855.
The queen calmed down and walked to the window again. The moment she pushed open the French floor-to-ceiling window, Chunhan poured in with the sound of the organ from Westminster Abbey, sweeping across her white and tender cheeks.
"This telegram was sent to me on March 1. Our diplomats in Rome must have received news from the Pope and Archbishop Paul in late February. Archbishop Paul should have been three months ago from Luo Yaoguo.
He learned of the prophecy that the Tsar would die in March 1855." Prince Albert analyzed, while picking up the exquisite white milk tea cup on his desk and stirring the brown tea soup with a silver teaspoon.
"So." The Queen looked back at her husband, "Now are you sure we really live in a magical world?"
Albert took a sip of milk tea made with Chinese tea and British milk: "The prophecies in the Book of the Prophets have long been verified, but this time the Tsar died." He suddenly stopped, his tired eyes
A trace of fear slipped through it, "I'm not sure if it was a prophecy or a curse? If it was a prophecy, it would be fine, if it was a curse, then."
"Call the cabinet meeting immediately!" Victoria walked quickly to the prince's desk and threw the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' copy on March 1 on the edge of the malachite table, with a stern tone, "Call the academicians of the Royal Academy of Sciences and the Archbishop of Canterbury again.
, and there are diplomats who have returned from China - especially diplomats who have met Luo Yaoguo himself. No. 10 Downing Street must come up with a countermeasure immediately!"
On the night of March 3, the whole of London was shrouded in rain and mist. The kerosene lamp in the conference hall 10 Downing Street cast a swaying halo on the long mahogany table. Viscount Palmerston took off his glasses and let the water vapor on the lenses
Steamed in the smoke of cigars. The new prime minister knocked two telegrams on the conference table with his knuckles—one was a telegram that predicted the death of the Tsar, and the other was a telegram that reported the death of the Tsar.
"Gentlemen, Prince Luo Yaoguo, the Prime Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, accurately predicted the death of Tsar Nicholas a few months ago! Perhaps it was not a prediction, but a curse!" Viscount Palmerston said worriedly, "If it was the former, then it means
There is a prophet in our world, a Mohammedan prophet! I think you all know how grand Mohammed's career is! If it is the latter, then the life of each of us is in danger!"
William Yult Gladston suddenly coughed violently, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. Dozens of shocked gazes shot over, making this person in his forties advocate free trade, and hoped that China could open its doors to the country.
The Chancellor of the Finance Department, whose industrial products and Indian opium could pour in like a tide, felt a chill on his back: "It's okay, I'm fine, I'm just catching a cold, it's been since the day before yesterday." His voice saw the old man in black robe sitting next to the Prime Minister
The time came to an abrupt end. The old man was John Birdsumner, Archbishop of Canterbury, the chief bishop of all England, the bishop of the Church of England, the bishop of the Episcopal Church all over the world, and the spiritual leader of the universal Anglicans.
The old man in his seventies now has gray eyebrows and a solemn look on his face, which makes people frightened.
"Architect, will I?" Gladstone, known as the number one orator at Oxford University, looked at Archbishop Sumner, and his voice trembled a little.
The old bishop shook his head, Gladston breathed a sigh of relief, and then the old bishop slowly said, "I don't know!" Then he threw the problem to the two Royal Academy of Sciences, who were called by Viscount Palmerston for a meeting.
Academicians Michael Faraday and George Stokes: "Michael, George, what do you think?"
Is the Royal Academy of Sciences going to study magic? Both major scientists smiled bitterly.
Michael Faraday shook his head and said, "Sorry, Archbishop, I have no research on magic, and I don't know the Chinese prince. If the cabinet needs me to do this research, then I need a research fund, and then
I also want an identity so that I can go to China to meet His Royal Highness."
Viscount Palmerston nodded: "It makes sense!" He glanced at the suspected cursed Chancellor of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, "William, can it be arranged?"
"Of course! No problem, the Ministry of Finance will make arrangements right away!" Gladstone agreed immediately. Involving his own life safety, even the British bureaucracy in the 21st century will become extremely efficient, not to mention that it is still the Victorian era.
George Stokes immediately became interested when he heard that he could arrange research funds. He was a mathematician and theoretical physicist with super-sounding logical thinking ability. He immediately began to analyze: "Prime Minister, I'll say a few words.
First of all, it is certain that there is magic in our world! Because predicting the future can be regarded as a kind of magic. There is no objection to this now, right?"
“No objection.”
"This is for sure!"
After hearing that everyone agreed that magic exists in the world they live in, the great mathematician Stokes continued to use his super logical deduction ability to analyze: "Then what we need to study now is whether the world is in addition to prophecy.
There are other magics? Such as curses! Before we officially start research, we still need to think about a question: In this world, there is only the possibility of prophecy, and how many are there? As a mathematician, I think this world
The probability of only one kind of magic is extremely low and can be almost ignored!"
The great mathematician paused, picked up the whiskey on the table and drank it all, and then continued his reasoning: "Let's go back and analyze the principle of prophecy, and now it's certain that prophecy is a magic that exists in reality.
!So how is it implemented? Now I make an assumption that this kind of magic can give people a glimpse of the future, and through glimpses, and achieve prophecies. Then, the present can lead to another question, that is, can the future be changed? The answer is
Two, can or can't. If the future cannot be changed, then prophecy is meaningless and we can disperse now. If the future can be changed, then there are two directions for the future to change, good or bad.
Is it a curse to propose good changes, only bad changes. Is it a curse to make the future of a person, a certain group, a certain country worse?”
"Yes! That's a curse!" Home Secretary George Gray stood up suddenly and hit the mahogany table with his palms. "This is a serious threat to the interests of the British Empire! Britain must explore and master magic, especially
Master the curse magic, only in this way can the interests and security of the empire be sufficiently guaranteed!”
"Gentlemen, we must not only unravel the secrets of magic as soon as possible, but also do everything possible to prevent the Russians from mastering magic! Otherwise, we may lose the war!" Secretary of the Army Sydney Herbert spoke solemnly, Crimea
The battle on the peninsula was not going well, and the previous Aberdeen Cabinet was forced to disband because the war faced a prolonged prospect.
If the Russians obtain magic earlier than Britain in the future, then Britain is most likely to suffer a heavy defeat on the Crimean Peninsula!
The atmosphere in the room was suddenly solemn.
Foreign Minister Lord Clarendon turned his eyes to Wen Xian, former British ambassador to China who was sitting in the corner: "Salal, what do you know? Tell me."
Wen Xian is now thinking about the tin mine business in the Straits Colony. If he hadn't encountered the "Tsar was cursed" incident, he would have been able to complete all the procedures for financing the Bank of England in London in half a month, and bring him with him.
A lot of money went to the Straits Colony to expand its tin mine business.
He helped himself with the tortoiseshell glasses and began to recall from the beginning how he and the Prime Minister of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom had a relationship. "That was in 1853. I set out from Hong Kong and went to Tianjin, the capital of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom." His voice was hoarse.
"I heard the prince use an unknown magic weapon to expand his voice ten times, and I also saw him contact the gods in the sky with a lens flashing with magic light. These things, I
All were written into reports and submitted to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.”
Viscount Palmerston gently patted the edge of the table and stopped Wenxian's words. He coughed: "It is obvious that the issue of magic has become an important threat to the national security and interests of Britain, and it is related to the future of the empire.
Take it seriously. For this purpose, we need to set up a new department, called the Ministry of Magic or the Magic Committee. The Ministry of Finance will immediately formulate an appropriation plan, and the first period will be allocated 200,000 pounds to give full play to your eloquence. I want you
Open up all the joints of the House of Commons within seventy-two hours.”
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
The Chancellor pulled his stiff bow tie and shouted: "As for orders, Mr. Prime Minister, this time I will definitely convince everyone - including those Liberals!"
The Archbishop of Canterbury drew a cross: "The Anglican Church fully supports the establishment of the Magic Committee, which should be a special committee that is separate from partisan struggles." He turned to stare at the two members of the Royal Society, "Professor Faraday, Sir Stokes, I think
The Magic Committee should also be transcendent to religion and science!”
"Of course!" Mathematician Stokes silently calculated in his mind how to allocate the 200,000 pounds, and used it one by one, responding: "Magic is the bond that combines religion and science, and I propose to be on the Magic Committee
Under it, the positions of Chief Psychology Director, Mathematics and Divination Director, Oriental Mystery Affairs Director, and the Exorcist Director of the Church are respectively responsible for exploring magic from the aspects of energy, mathematics, history and magic."
Chapter completed!