Lawrence walked into Peter's mansion, skillfully took off his coat and hung it on the hanger with the help of the servants, then walked into the living room and greeted Peter who was having afternoon tea.
After using colchicine to successfully relieve Peter's pain that day, Lawrence was asked by Peter to come to his residence every afternoon for auxiliary treatment.
Governor Pauli was of course extremely resistant to this. He had tried his best to keep Lawrence away from the Governor's Mansion in the past two years, but now, he could only feel unhappy in his heart.
This is the first time in so many years that Peter has hope of curing his condition. Let alone Paulie, even if the king wants to stop it, Peter will not agree.
Time flies and a week passes. During this period, Lawrence also uses this opportunity to try his best to make friends with Peter, preparing to extract the contents of the meeting with Paulie from his mouth.
"Ah, Lawrence, tea or coffee?"
When Peter saw that it was Lawrence who had arrived, the smile on his face immediately became brighter. He warmly greeted him to sit down and asked the servant to bring a tea set.
"Coffee will do. Good afternoon, Mr. Peter. How are you?"
Lawrence also bowed to Peter with a slight smile, sat opposite Peter and asked.
Hearing this question, even William Pitt, who was known for his coldness and dictatorship, couldn't help showing a slightly excited look and said with satisfaction:
"I've really gotten better recently, the number of attacks has decreased, and the pain seems to be a little lighter. I just eat those vegetables every day, and it almost makes me vomit."
"This is also for your body, Mr. Peter, and I pay tribute to your health." Lawrence took the tea cup from the servant and paid tribute to Peter.
Peter nodded and looked at Lawrence with a smile. After getting along with this young man for a week, Peter also began to appreciate Lawrence.
Especially after sending someone to inquire about Lawrence's deeds, Peter was very surprised that Lawrence had such a high reputation and status in the hearts of the people of Ajaccio and the soldiers in the army.
"Lawrence, I have to admit that you are a very fine young man."
Peter took a sip of hot tea and suddenly said to Lawrence:
"If my eleven-year-old son can be like you in the future, I will feel more relieved."
"You are joking, your young master will surely be as outstanding as you in the future."
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.
This is not because Lawrence is modest, but because he is the son of William Pitt. William Pitt Jr. is the youngest British Prime Minister in history, and he did not fall behind in the game with Napoleon.
However, Peter's sudden compliment made Lawrence feel a little strange, and he decided that Peter must have something to say to him.
Sure enough, Peter gently put down the tea cup, exhaled a breath of hot breath, and suddenly said:
"Speaking of which, a young man like you would be losing his talent by staying in Corsica. Do you want to go to London and see it?"
Lawrence raised his eyebrows and listened calmly to Peter's offer of an olive branch to him, without getting too excited.
Lawrence knew very well that Peter invited him to return to London with him mainly because he could cure his gout. As for admiring his ability, it was just a common courtesy among politicians.
Seeing that Lawrence was not moved at all, Peter frowned slightly and then said:
"Dear Lawrence, you may not imagine that the slums in the East End of London alone are several times larger than the entire Ajaccio. I am an old man who still has some respect in London. If you follow me, you may even have a chance to meet me.
To the king."
Lawrence listened silently, playing with the tea cup in his hand, not taking the pie that Peter painted seriously. Even Peter's pie painting skills could not catch up with Lawrence's boss in his previous life.
Although what Pitt said was very tempting, Lawrence knew very well that Pitt's loss of power in British politics was a foregone conclusion. If he really followed him to London, he would basically be a personal doctor for the rest of his life.
Even if William Pitt Jr. becomes the future Prime Minister, that is only 13 years later in history.
"I'm sorry, Sir Peter."
Lawrence sighed deeply and said with regret:
"My relatives and friends, my loyal subordinates, and the people who have expectations for me are all in Corsica, so please allow me to refuse your invitation."
"is that so..."
Peter nodded slowly and then suddenly waved his hand and said:
"This is not a problem. It will be very convenient for you to return to Corsica in the future, or for Corsicans to move to England."
"Um?"
Lawrence was startled for a moment, and his brain immediately instinctively began to capture the key information in this sentence.
Would it be very convenient to return to Corsica? Nowadays, merchant ships traveling between Corsica and England are not frequent, and only one can be seen in a month or two. According to Peter, something seems to change in the future.
In addition, will it be easy for Corsicans to immigrate to England? Such large-scale immigration must be officially approved. In other words, Pauli and Pitt should have reached relevant agreements.
"Increasing trade and opening up immigration, from these two alone, the relationship between England and Corsica will become very close..."
Lawrence frowned, lowered his head to analyze, and had a vague premonition:
"Even if it goes further than intimacy, then..."
"Ahem, Lawrence?"
Peter looked at Lawrence who was deep in thought, coughed twice, interrupted Lawrence somewhat strangely and said:
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
"Haha, it's nothing, I'm just curious. After all, there aren't many ships on the route from London to Corsica, and it's not that easy for Corsicans to move to England."
Lawrence chuckled and shook his head, then continued to speak tentatively.
Peter opened his mouth, about to say something.
I saw one of Peter's entourage leading a man to the living room and interrupting Peter's words.
Lawrence turned around and saw that the man following the entourage was Pauli's secretary.
"Sir Peter."
The secretary stepped forward, bowed very respectfully, and said to Peter in broken English:
"Your meeting with Governor Pauli is about to begin. Please prepare to enter. The location is still in the auditorium of the Governor's Mansion."
Peter sighed slightly and shrugged helplessly at Lawrence, as if he was a little regretful that he didn't explain clearly to Lawrence.
However, Peter immediately sat in his seat and froze for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something. Then he nodded to himself and said to Lawrence with a smile:
"Young man, you will soon know why."
After saying that, Peter stood up, nodded coldly to his secretary and said:
"I see."
And just when the secretary thought the announcement was over and was about to leave, Peter glanced at Lawrence in front of him again, suddenly stopped the secretary and said:
"etc."
"Do you have any other instructions?" The secretary quickly stopped and turned around and asked.
Peter pointed at Lawrence in his seat and said slowly in an unquestionable tone:
"Tell Pasquale Paoli to give Laurence Bonaparte a seat, and I want him to be here too."