From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"How are you feeling, Sir Peter?"

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 successfully relieving Peter's pain with colchicine 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 Pete, preparing to extract the content 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 expression 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 became appreciative of 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, 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 definitely 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, I saw Pete put down the tea cup gently, exhaled a breath of hot breath, and suddenly said:

"Having said that, a young man like you would be underestimating his talents 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 back 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, and didn't take the pie that Peter drew seriously. Even Peter's pie painting skills couldn't keep up with Lawrence's boss in his previous life.

Although what Peter said was very tempting, Lawrence knew very well that Peter'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. would become the future Prime Minister, that would only be 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:

"It's not a problem. It will be very easy for you to go back 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.

Will it be very convenient to return to Corsica? Nowadays, the number of merchant ships traveling between Corsica and England is not frequent, and one can only be seen every month or two. According to Peter, something seems to be changing in the future.

Also, would it be easy for a Corsican to move to England? Such a large-scale immigration must be officially approved, which means that 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 beyond 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 took a step 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:

"You will soon know why, young man."

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 to ask.

Peter pointed at Lawrence in his seat and said slowly in a non-committal tone:

“Tell Pasquale Paoli to give Laurence Bonaparte a seat, and I want him to be there too.”

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