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The spies reported that it was Walsingham who had spoken to the Lord of Lust. ”

"Ahem...... Sure enough......"

Hearing Richelieu's words, Metternich sneered with difficulty, and the unnaturalness on his old friend's face was overlooked by the great anger he was immersed in.

Admittedly, the Secretary of State at Albion, a man as ruthless and scheming as Richelieu, refused to aid Charlemagne's crisis of civil strife, while at the same time placing the blame on Charlemagne and admonishing Edward IV – a logical reasoning that would have been taken for granted by anyone who listened to it.

Can...... Is that really the case?

Richelieu, who had dealt with Walsingham for more than a decade and knew each other better than his best friend, did not think so.

Habitually and calmly examining the events that took place: the epidemic crisis, the witch hunt, the appearance of V.E., the harsh demands of Albion, and the information presented by the spies, Castile did not hesitate to synchronize with Albion...... These things for Charlemagne went too smoothly and too closely. So much so that Richelieu shuddered.

It was as if someone was manipulating this qiē behind the scenes, subtly fiddling with the appearance of Walsingham's actions in people's hearts......

Devoid of morality or guilt, calculating and exploiting the weaknesses of the human heart, accurately grasping and manipulating the course of events—such an extremely refined style is still different from the bitter methods of his old rival Walsingham.

If there really is a guy who can do this, then he can't be called a human anymore, it's an out-and-out monster. But is there really such a person?

Speaking of which, this delicate and meticulous style of work is somewhat similar to someone who has recently attracted the attention of the bishop......

[There is no evidence.] 】

Richelieu shook his head, putting his suspicions on hold for now.

Someone is indeed a bastard with no moral limit, a heartless bastard, and at the same time extremely cunning and treacherous. But it is necessary to connect several large countries in series. The ability to organize and coordinate them in lockstep was clearly beyond all the resources at his disposal. Those guys with eyes as long as the Heavenly Spirit cover don't seem to look down on that little fox......

A gentle and harmless smile suddenly crossed his mind, and an ominous shadow swept over Richelieu's chest.

"Old friend. It's time to get down to business. ”

Metternich gasped for breath as he lay on the bed, his hands shaking even more.

After so many years of political allies, Metternich would not take it for granted that under the current chaos, Richelieu would put aside his official duties to discuss these things that would shorten the life of his sick man.

There must be something that the bishop himself has to inquire about or communicate. And there's pressure from the top.

The top of the kingdom above the prime minister...... What kind of will did His Majesty Charles IV, the great King Charlemagne, have to pass on Richelieu?

"Majesty xià he ......"

There was a rare pause in hesitation, and Richelieu put on a tough face like a steel mask again.

His Majesty decreed that Clemento Metternich be dismissed from his post as Minister of Foreign Affairs, and that the Count of Metternich be ordered to reflect behind closed doors. You must not act at will without a will. ”

Dismissal, house arrest - this is too much of a blow for a patient with authority in his hands. Metternich coughed violently, and Richelieu hurriedly picked up the former foreign minister. Caressing his back.

At this moment, Metternich, who was coughing incessantly, spewed scarlet droplets from his mouth, and the green blanket stained the bodily fluids with round black spots.

"This ......"

Richelieu's eyes widened. When I realized what it meant to be like this, I couldn't help but be terrified.

"It's lung disease...... My family and doctors kept it a secret from me, but I grew up sick and knew too much about my body, about the rotten lungs. ”

It is because I know that I am suffering from an incurable disease. So I have been working hard like crazy, and I have a strong desire to stand at the head of the bed in front of the Grim Reaper, to see the fruits of my efforts, and to see my name and achievements engraved in history.

The trembling hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again and again. These hands challenged fate with all their might, and at one point almost grasped the glory of their own. But it was the intense desire and the heavy work that overdrew the count's life. Now, the hand that failed to challenge fate did not even have the strength to hold the white cloth handed by Richelieu. The cold-faced prime minister took matters into his own hands and wiped off the black blood stains for his old friend who was dying.

"Richelieu ......"

The blood-stained hand tugged at the red robe, and the count struggled to spit out his heart:

"I—I don't want to die......"

"Clemento ......"

"I'm not caring about this life...... But this country ...... Our Motherland...... The world dominated by man...... Unification"

"I understand. ”

Richelieu rested the white cloth on the side of his pillow, grasped his thin paws and comforted:

"Everything will get better, and the plan will definitely be relaunched. Charlemagne's warriors will one day climb the White Cliffs of Albion, and the flag of their homeland will be raised at the spire of the Palace of Westminster. ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

With tears streaming down his swollen eyes, and holding back the fluorescence from falling, Metternich said weakly:

"Old friend Richelieu...... Can you hear my final request?"

Richelieu nodded.

"Just say it, my friend. As long as I can do it, I will do my best to do it. ”

"Within 10 years...... No more conflicts with other countries. Our country has lost its peace and security at the political level, and its national strength has also been affected in this crisis, and the country and the people have ...... They all need to recuperate and recover, and they really don't have the capital to start a conflict with Albion and Castile. ”

Richelieu, who already knew this, nodded deeply and looked directly into the weak but strong eyes of his old friend.

"I understand, I'll speak to His Majesty. ”

Metternich on the sickbed slowly moved his head, his smile narrowed, and the hand on Richelieu's wrist strengthened slightly.

"Also, keep an eye out for V.E...... If they join forces with the Orthodox to fight the Cenabum, beware, it's a very dangerous thing! It will be V.E...... Ahem...... Extend your tentacles of interests to the beginning of every corner of this country!"

"You said the Kenabumpie...... Shouldn't it?"

The cardinal gasped, this blind spot had been ignored all along, and now that I thought about it, the chances of that were not zero. And most likely, the two sides have already been in contact with each other in private.

The young businessman's harmless smile resurfaced in his heart, and the smile was very vivid with the smile of boasting of the final victory and mocking his old mantis arms as a car. (To be continued.) )