It was not up to Friedrich II to negotiate with the church and the Venetians alone, he also had to consult with his generals and dukes, and as for what the final result of the negotiation would be, Hong Tao did not care. Even if they don't agree, it doesn't matter, without this Holy Roman Empire, they can still transport oil from the eastern Mediterranean, but with a larger investment. It's a big deal to go to the Egyptians and Berbers yourself and build several supply ports on the coast of North Africa.

As long as the interests in your hands are sufficient, who to trade with is not a transaction, maybe it will be easier to talk to others about this matter. If it weren't for the fact that he was Carl's cousin, he would have been guilty of selling him this strength? Of course, it is precisely because he is Carl's cousin, and he is not a very pure politician, that he is willing to help him. It's as simple as that. Therefore, Hong Tao is not a qualified national leader, let alone a qualified politician and businessman.

For the rest of the few days, Friedrich II became Hong Tao's follower, and he became a miscellaneous fighter. In order to see the effect of the bottle of miracle medicine, he didn't even want to make a face, and even threw Mr. God aside, and actually went out in the middle of the night to steal wounded soldiers, and then sent them to his zoo, and hid them in the cellar with Hong Tao to secretly perform surgery on others. No matter what the final result is, you can't let the wounded soldiers know that they did it, and then secretly send it back after they are cured, and if they can't be cured, they have to be secretly sent out and sent to the cemetery!

Does Surgery with Ether Anesthesia Really Work? The answer is not sure! Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, which is absolutely related to the concentration of ether and the amount of inhalation. It's a pity that Hong Tao can't accurately control these two key factors, so he can only resign himself to fate, and if he has a big life, he will be anesthetized normally, and then surgical, and then sutured with sheep intestine threads, and maybe he will live. I didn't get off the operating table yet, but I died because of an overdose of ether inhalation, or I was half-awake, and I was afraid of such a toss with a scalpel, and the scalpel was directly pestled to the organ, and I still died.

"William, you said that if there really is a god in heaven, will he hate the two of us very much now when he looks at us so harming the living?" Looking at the corpses being carried away from the table one by one, Hong Tao's endurance is almost at the end, it is definitely not an exaggeration to describe this emperor as a butcher, the razor flying up and down in his hand is like the sickle of death, the success rate of killing people is very high, but the success rate of saving people is not good. Coupled with his poor eyes and stitch skills, even if he was saved, the wound would be the same as a broken sack.

"It's a very good thing, but it's a pity that it's too small. Hong, don't feel guilty, you're not killing people, you're saving people. A person who saves people doesn't have to blame himself for the small number he saved, and from this point of view, you should be more proud than the guy above. Friedrich II and Hong Tao had the opposite opinion, he did not feel guilty about his poor surgical skills, and tried to convince Hong Tao not to relent. These wounded soldiers are all mortal people, and now it is Hong Tao who gives them a glimmer of hope for life, although the probability is not large, it is also there, it is better than nothing.

"I'm not guilty of the sheer number of people who have died of failure, I'm guilty of your technology. Can't you hold your hands steady? Look at it, the arteries are breaking you again! "Hong Tao is lying, he is indeed guilty, but not because he saved too few people, but because he is guilty of Friedrich II's crude methods. These people could have died peacefully, but they were tossed by him, and they had to suffer before they died.

"I'm old, my eyes can't see clearly, and I can't control my hands anymore. If you can give me another bottle of perfume, I promise to produce younger, more stable hands! Seeing that the one on the bed was no longer available, Friedrich II wiped the blood from his face, gave up and continued his efforts, and bared his teeth with Hong Tao, like a demon who had just finished eating people.

"Then don't try, your princes are almost here, let's go to business first, stabilize your country, and have a chance to experiment in the future." Here, this is the last bottle, save a little use, when you convince the Pope and the Venetians, this thing can appear again, come on. Hong Tao's face and body were very clean, because he was wearing gloves and holding a piece of glass in front of him, and he was very careful not to come into contact with the patient's body fluids and blood. Who knows what germs they still have, and Mr. Bethune's medical malpractice must not be repeated on himself.

"Alas, how nice it would be if I didn't have these troubles, I could build a lot of hospitals, teach a lot of students, and save a lot of people who were dying, wouldn't that be greater than being an emperor? But when I became the emperor, I had to kill a lot of people, I used to kill them, and I will kill them in the future, is it my fault? At the mention of the Pope and the Venetians, Friedrich II immediately began to transform again, so frightened that Hong Tao hurriedly took two steps back, for fear of being injured by the razor in his hand.

"It's not all your fault, but you have the power to change. Now you are not trying hard enough, because you are a good scholar, but not a good emperor. Let's go, I don't want to be a rat in this hole anymore, it's going to make me sick. Hong Tao said as he walked up the stairs, having been in this cave full of blood and the smell of flesh and blood all over the house for a long time, he was afraid that he would also catch the disease by breathing.

The princes of the Italian peninsula, who were under the control of the emperor, were very, very supportive of Friedrich II's proposal for peace talks, and there was almost no opposition. Although these people have been loyal to the Friedrich royal family for generations, it does not mean that they are willing to be unlucky with the royal family. It doesn't matter if you fight, as long as there is an interest, everyone will go together, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose. But openly turning his face with the Papal States, there is no benefit at all, and by the way, he is still opposed to the Venetians, what is this picture? Now that the emperor has suddenly figured it out, they are naturally very pleased, and at the same time feel that there is hope for peace on the peninsula and hope for the empire.

Everyone feels hopeful, and the following things will be easy to do. With these people and their networks, the will for peace talks would soon reach the ears of the Venetians and the Pope, and Hong Tao was convinced that anyone would be interested in the proposals as long as they were not insane. As long as negotiations can begin, there is still room for bargaining, and the final result is nothing more than who has one more bite and who has one less, and it is impossible for one side to die and the other side to starve. Because now neither side has swallowed the strength of the other party in one bite, instead of fighting to lose both, it is better for each to take the benefits that they deserve, and then continue to make moves in the future.

In fact, in line with Hong Tao's judgment, the first to respond to the call for peace talks were the Venetians, who shouted the most cheerfully and firmly opposed Friedrich II. Their envoy had arrived two days before Hong Tao had left Naples, and the profiteers had only been able to consult for a short time before responding positively, which shows how much they valued the monopoly on sugar and rum.

It's no wonder that sugar has always been a necessity for the upper class of Europe, and it would be a shame to have a banquet in someone's castle without sweets. After Jiang Zhuyi's arrival, the European aristocratic circle has become accustomed to the luxurious life from the Orient here, silk, precious stones, gold and silver, furs, wine, and desserts are indispensable.

And rum is sold even more, and the farther north the region, the more demand for this high-grade liquor, not just to drink, but also as a medicine, which can cure almost all diseases. Just like Hong Tao's grandmother's attitude towards treatment when he was a child, no matter what disease you have, the old lady will say: Just apply some cool oil!

It is very profitable to exchange these heights for the furs of the north, and no merchant wants to lose this good thing. As for whether the pope is happy or not, it is all secondary, and whoever is not happy will bring out better benefits for everyone to share. If you don't, shut up, and provoke Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will directly join the emperor's camp, so that you can't even come back to Rome. Businessmen are such a group that in their eyes there is no axiom, only profit.

(To be continued.) )