Father Mavie

Chapter 658 Earl Amata Stephens (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
The knights gathered in front of the toilet door, and there was a loophole in the surveillance.

"Can you talk now?"

Maria looked at Ma Wei who was drinking tea calmly, and asked calmly, "What do you want me to do?"

Stuart couldn't wait to say, "That's it, Your Excellency the Duke, we plan to leave Paris after the talks are over, but since the mansion is under strict surveillance, we would like to ask for your help. If you are willing to help, we will definitely repay you!"

Picking up the cup, Maria took a sip of the hot tea and said, "Treason is a felony. If I help you, I cannot protect myself."

"You can come to the Kingdom of Windsor! Just like the Duke of Crude back then!" Stuart spoke quickly: "Freya is our friend! You are the same! Your Majesty and the Pope will definitely give you the same status!"

"I'm in Paris, and I'm already a duke, what more can I expect?" Maria said lightly, "Going to London, the best result is just a duke, and London already has a duke of Chevalier." , no need for a second place."

"This"

Stuart was dumbfounded for a moment. What Maria said was correct. A duke is already the highest title in the kingdom, and then a prince. It is impossible for Maria to be granted the title, as was Crude, who led his troops to defect. Because the title was awarded to his younger brother Chretien, he left angrily.

Even in the Kingdom of Windsor, Maria's status could not surpass Freya's. In Paris, she was a close minister of Napoleon and a member of the Senate, with status, power, and wealth.

Why would she give up all this and would rather be accused of treason than assist the delegation of the Kingdom of Windsor to escape from Paris?

"You guys are trying to put me on fire." Maria suddenly said, "If I choose to help you and reach London, there is a high probability that Anatole will ask you to return the traitor, saying To be honest, in today's society, I don't trust anyone, and I shouldn't trust anyone, it's even more stupid to pin my hope on others, and I don't know when I will be betrayed."

"Once the Church of Goddess of Destiny hands me over, my fate will not be much better than that of a mummy hanging in an iron cage by the Rhine River. What awaits me will be burning at the stake!"

There are many iron cages hanging on the banks of the Rhine, exposed to the wind and the sun. They are all prisoners who have been sentenced to death. bones.

This is a very cruel punishment. Burning is even more painful than it. What Maria said is not impossible. Neither the second prince nor Archbishop Brandon can guarantee that the church will survive under the pressure of Anatole. Will not surrender Maria to appease anger.

People's hearts are unpredictable.

Stuart wanted to say something else, but Ma Wei put down his teacup and said, "Okay Stuart, let's go here."

"But."

"Duke Maria is right. She has no reason to betray the motherland for us, and we can't give her anything."

Slender fingers brushed over the rim of the cup, and Maria suddenly changed the topic: "Although I can't help you, I can introduce someone to you."

"Introduction. Who?"

"Count Amata Stephens."

"he?!"

Stuart's eyes widened, and he said under the slightly puzzled gazes of the Maveys: "Isn't he a close friend of the previous king Ivan XIV?! He's still alive?!"

"He's not only alive, but he's alive very well." Maria smiled and said, "His Majesty Napoleon has just ascended the throne, so it's not suitable for him to go to war. He is cultivating his cronies. Paris is actually different from what you see. , I don’t know when the rebellion will break out.”

"Ivan XIV's old ministers secretly formed a resistance army, intending to overthrow His Majesty Napoleon's rule and support Ivan XIV's youngest son to succeed him. His Majesty Napoleon ordered me to investigate this matter, and I did find some useful information. "

"To overthrow Napoleon's rule?" Levin asked in surprise: "Didn't Anatole resurrect Napoleon himself? He would sit idly by?"

"What Anatole needs is a powerful king who can help him. This candidate does not necessarily have to be Napoleon Bonaparte." Maria said: "Simply speaking, the position of the king is occupied by the strong." , in Anatole's eyes, Napoleon's opponents are ordinary people without magic, if he can't even deal with this kind of enemy, he will die, and he will be useless."

"You guys" everyone didn't know what to say for a while.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence. This is also Anatole's test. He resurrected Napoleon because he heard that Napoleon was the most powerful monarch in modern times. If someone kills this powerful monarch, then Proof that stronger, fitter talent emerges.

There may be some problems with the logic, but Anatole probably thinks this way.

A monarch who cannot even resolve civil strife is not a powerful monarch.

"Earl Stephens is the leader of the rebel army, he may help you." Maria said: "The premise is that he may ask the Kingdom of Windsor to provide help."

"Earl Stephens is a rebel who wants to overthrow Napoleon's rule, and you are a close minister of Napoleon, why would you recommend him to us?" Stuart wondered.

"It's very simple, because I want to use Anatole's hand to get rid of them." Maria smiled: "His Majesty Napoleon doesn't have much time to waste on dealing with the rebels. The international situation is very tense now, so he needs to concentrate on Dealing with government affairs, how can I have time to play games with the rebels?"

"Furthermore, if Nicholas stays in Paris, His Majesty Napoleon can use the Manstein Potion Company to cultivate his cronies, stabilize the situation, and finally wipe out the rebels; now that Nicholas wants to leave, there is no problem. When he leaves, he should give Your Majesty left some gifts, and Nicholas didn't say anything when we met last time, it's inappropriate."

After listening,
Ma Wei hesitated: "I'm not sure whether Earl Stephens is willing to help us, even if he helps us, he will put forward very harsh conditions, after all, this is treason."

"Yes, but it's up to you, it has nothing to do with me." Maria put on her veil, stood up and said, "Thank you for your lunch, Nicholas, and wish you all the best."

Maria left, and it was simply unrealistic for her to help herself at the risk of being burned at the stake.

She has already got everything in the world, and ordinary conditions can't tempt her at all, and she finally gave a pertinent suggestion.

Count Amata Stephens!
"What to do, Nicholas?" Stuart licked his lips: "Are we going to find that earl?"

"Go back to the mansion first, and discuss it with His Highness and the others."

"it is good."

The team leader of the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross clutched his stomach and walked out of the toilet step by step. Seeing Ma Wei and the others sitting at the table, he was relieved.

It's okay, it's okay. This damn restaurant definitely uses stale ingredients!

In the evening, after the day's talks ended, the second prince and Archbishop Brandon rushed back to the mansion as quickly as possible, found Ma Wei and the others, and asked about the day's affairs.

When they heard that Maria refused to assist, they couldn't help being a little disappointed, but they immediately raised their hopes for the Earl Stephens introduced by Maria.

"I've heard of Count Amata Stephens. He is a veteran nobleman in Paris. He has many fields, manors, and farms under his name, and he is quite wealthy."

The second prince said: "It may be possible to ask him for help. Paris is not safe recently. So many policemen and knights from the God of Wisdom Sect are still protecting us in addition to monitoring."

There are too many policemen and members of the Knights of the Silver Cross around the mansion. Even if they are under surveillance, they should not send so many people. Except for Ma Wei, other representatives will also be protected by members of the Knights of the Silver Cross when they go shopping. Suffice it to say.

"Try to contact him." Archbishop Brandon said: "There is no other better way now, Your Highness, have you contacted him?"

"Are you kidding, of course not!"

The second prince became impatient when he heard this: "As the second prince of the Kingdom of Windsor, how can I have correspondence with the nobles of the empire in private? No, no, absolutely not!"

"Your Highness, here are all our own people, why are you nervous?" Archbishop Brandon said helplessly: "I am sincere, and now I am looking for someone to help, I must find someone who can talk! There is no matchmaking, Earl Stephens Why should you trust us?"

"Really not." The second prince scratched his head: "I've only heard of him, but I don't know him, and everyone has never met Smith. Do you know Earl Stephens?"

Jeweler Smith shook his head again and again, and the second prince looked at Stuart.
After asking around, no one knew Earl Stephens, and the situation suddenly froze.

There was no one to match the bridge, and Earl Stephens certainly couldn't trust the delegation. He was a rebel loyal to Ivan XIV. If he was not careful, his head would have fallen to the ground.

"cough"

When everyone was relatively silent, Daniel cleared his throat and suggested, "I think we can ask the Frederick Kingdom delegation downstairs for help. They may know Earl Stephens."

There is no other way right now, as usual, Mavi, Junia, the second prince, and Archbishop Brandon quietly went down to the second floor and knocked on Bismarck's door.

"Earl Stephens? What do you want him for?"

Bismarck, who was smoking a cigar, was wearing a white shirt and sat carelessly in a chair by the window, drinking and smoking while admiring the night scenery of Paris. He turned around when he heard the name of Count Stephens, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Of course I asked him for help." The second prince sighed, and told the whole story: "He might be able to help us escape Paris. Is there anyone in the Frederick Kingdom delegation who knows him?"

"I know him," said Bismarck.

"Sure enough, no, huh?" The second prince raised his head abruptly, and said with fiery eyes, "I heard that right! Prime Minister Bismarck! Do you... know Earl Stephens?"

"Yes."

"Count Amata Stephens?"

"It's him." Bismarck was a little impatient: "When I was young, I was the ambassador of the Kingdom of Frederick to the Kingdom of Popon. I stayed here for five full years. I know all the nobles in Paris. Is there any problem?"

"That's right! How did I forget about this! Thanks to Jonas for reminding me!"

The second prince rekindled hope: "Can you please write a letter to Earl Stephens and invite him to the mansion?"

Bismarck hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who did you say reminded you to come here to find me?"

"Jonas, Nicholas' second brother, Jonas von Manstein."

"Oh"

Bismarck stroked his thick mustache, nodded after a while and said, "Yes, I will write to invite him to come to the mansion tomorrow night to catch up on old times."

The next day, a personal letter from Prime Minister Bismarck was handed over to the courier and sent to the residence of Count Amata Stephens.

"Otto von Bismarck."

Earl Stephens, who read the letter, was lost in thought, his eyes flickering, and he didn't understand why Bismarck would write to him, and even invited him to the mansion as a guest.

He did know Bismarck, and the two had known each other since Bismarck was ambassador, and they had a pretty good relationship, barely friends, but after so many years, the two had long since lost contact, and now they suddenly contacted each other.
"I'm afraid I have something to ask."

There are only two possibilities for a friend who has not been in touch with you for a long time to appear suddenly:
1. Borrow money.

2. Help.

Bismarck is obviously not short of money, so he can only ask for help.

After thinking about it, Stephens still decided to go to the mansion. Bismarck has already become the prime minister of the kingdom, and it is not a bad thing to make friends with him.

That night.

"Otto! Hahaha, long time no see!"

At the gate of the mansion, Stephens got off the carriage, smiled at Bismarck who was waiting at the gate, stretched out his arms, and hugged him like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Amata, you are still the same, but you have more wrinkles on your face."

"It's been 20 years, Otto, haven't you aged a lot? I brought you a box of good blue cigars! Your favorite!"

Amidst the chatter and laughter, the two walked into the mansion in full view, without any intention of deceiving others.

After letting the others disperse, Bismarck pushed open the door and brought Stephens into the room. As soon as he entered the door, Stephens saw Ma Wei and the others sitting at the table. He froze for a moment and looked at Bismarck: "Otto, they are."

"Let me introduce to you, this is Shukri, the second crown prince of the Kingdom of Windsor, this is Archbishop Brandon of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, and Nicholas von Mann, the founder of the Manstein Potion Company Stein and his daughter Emma."

"I know them." Stephens said in a slightly cold tone, "So you invited me because of them, right?"

"Amata"

"Sorry, I'm leaving."

Putting down the gift cigar, Stephens turned around and was about to go out. At this moment, a voice came from behind:
"His Majesty Napoleon asked me to send you my regards, Honorable Earl Stephens."

After a pause in his footsteps, Stephens stopped in place. Although Ma Wei spoke Windsor, he understood, turned his head slowly, and his face became more serious: "What do you mean?"

"Please sit down first."

Mavi pointed to the empty chair opposite:

"The night is long, Lord Stephens."

(End of this chapter)