Father Mavie

Chapter 659 You are not helping me, but helping yourself (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
If it were someone else who used Napoleon's name, I'm afraid Stephens wouldn't have much reaction, but now it's Mavi who is talking.

As the earl, Stephens knew some of Anatole's plans, and he didn't want to get involved, but he really wanted to know what Napoleon told Mavie.

The other party was able to find him, which showed that he had some understanding of the situation in Paris. After thinking for a few seconds, Stephens chose to sit down.

He took out the iron box from his arms, took out a cigarette and lit it, and after taking a puff, Stephens asked, "Did His Majesty ask you to come?"

"No."

"You were received by His Majesty as soon as you arrived in Paris, everyone, don't pretend to be ignorant, just look at your battle."

Stephens glanced at the second prince and Archbishop Brandon, and sneered, "I'm afraid the conditions offered by His Majesty did not satisfy you."

Seeing that the other party was not shy, Ma Wei also said: "His Majesty Napoleon did offer me very generous terms, but unfortunately, I do not intend to stay in Paris."

"Why? Is Paris not good enough?"

"The environment here is not suitable for me."

Stephens nodded, as if agreeing with Ma Wei's statement. In fact, he didn't care about Ma Wei's reason for leaving Paris. It didn't matter whether Ma Wei wanted to leave, but whether he wanted to leave or not was the most important thing.

The two talked in Windsor, Stephens understood Windsor, and the second prince and others understood: "Earl Stephens, we came to ask you for a small favor."

"Your Highness, to be honest, I can't help you at all right now." Stephens flicked the cigarette ash and said, "For Otto's sake, I can only tell you that the church is serious this time, and you'd better not Resist or else"

Stephens shook his head slowly, as if regretting what happened to Ma Wei and others after they resisted. This is all he can reveal. If Bismarck was not there, he would not say a word.

"Your Excellency, you seem to regard this incident as our suffering, not yours."

"?"

Stephens looked at Ma Wei with a dazed and puzzled look in his eyes: "The church's target is you, what does it have to do with me?"

"On the surface, it really has nothing to do with you, but does it really have nothing to do with it?"

Ma Wei got up and walked to the window, looking at the bright moon shrouded in mist over Paris, and said softly: "You said just now that you don't pretend to be ignorant, then I will talk about it now."

"Everyone knows the situation in Paris. Your Excellency, you know His Majesty Napoleon better than we do. What are your chances of winning against him?"

Without waiting for Stephens to answer, Ma Wei continued: "Even if you have a [-]% chance of winning, His Majesty Napoleon is in danger now. In order to reverse the situation, what is he going to do next?"

"Your Excellency, if you think about it carefully, where is His Majesty Napoleon's only chance to come back?"

Stephens frowned, lost in thought, and raised his head after a while: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Potion!"

Ma Wei turned around, leaned down, and stared into Stephens' eyes condescendingly: "His Majesty Napoleon's next plan is potions! Once the potion market in Paris is opened, it will provide many jobs. As long as it is handled properly, it will create more jobs for Napoleon Your Majesty has won a lot of support!"

"Secondly, from Anatole's desire to keep me in Paris, it is not difficult to see that the Church of Wisdom attaches great importance to the potion market. Under such circumstances, will the Church of Wisdom set up a special post for the potion market?"

"As for the kingdom, should His Majesty Napoleon seize the opportunity, take advantage of the opening of the potion market, cultivate cronies, and support his own strength?"

Stephens' nostrils fluttered slightly, and he didn't even notice that the soot fell on his legs.

"Even...even if His Majesty wants to appoint cronies, so what? His act of sending His Majesty Ivan XIV to the guillotine has angered too many people! Tyrants will not end well!"

"Tyrant?" Ma Wei grinned with indifference: "Anatole supports the emperor, but it doesn't matter whether the other party is a tyrant or not, as long as he is capable enough, anyone can take that position!"

"What did you mention him for?"

"Anatole. That's right. Anatole didn't meddle in your affairs with His Majesty Napoleon. This kind of behavior has strengthened your courage. You are testing the bottom line of the church a little bit, right?" Mavi narrowed his eyes. Said: "Now, I can tell you very clearly that Anatole will not care about you. Even if you want to rebel, the church will not send people to support His Majesty Napoleon. They will just sit back and watch success or failure!"

"how can that be?!"

Stephens didn't believe it at all: "Anatole resurrected Napoleon! If he didn't shelter Napoleon, why did he resurrect him? Isn't it superfluous?"

"As I said just now, what Anatole needs is a monarch who can rejuvenate the kingdom. This monarch does not necessarily have to be Napoleon Bonaparte. As long as he is capable enough, anyone can sit on the throne, including you, Stephen. Lord Spence."

Under Stephens' slightly shocked eyes, Ma Wei said lightly: "This should be your last chance, and it is also the test set by Anatole. If Napoleon is killed by you, it will prove that he is not capable enough. To die is to die."

"On the other hand, if you hesitate, give His Majesty Napoleon too many opportunities, failure will be inevitable! Don't underestimate Napoleon's prestige in the army! He responds to everything!"

There are troops stationed outside Paris, and no one is allowed to enter the city without special circumstances. Napoleon has only a thousand guards around him. If the rebel army led by Earl Stephens seizes the opportunity, the probability of success is very high.

Napoleon is not a fish to be slaughtered. The reason why he is in this predicament today is because he has been sleeping for too long. Half a century has passed, and the soldiers who were loyal to him in those days either died or were very old. I can't hold it anymore
The name Napoleon gradually drifted away from the people, as illusory as a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.

People have only heard about his achievements from the mouths of the older generation, and have never experienced it personally, so naturally they will not support him like crazy!

Including Earl Stephens, most of the nobles in Paris today have never seen Napoleon before the gods came. They have no idea how powerful this monarch who once shocked the nations is!

What the nobles saw was a tyrant, a tyrant who sent their king to the guillotine just after his resurrection, a tyrant through and through!

Ma Wei has seen Napoleon with his own eyes, and he has seen the ambition in the other party's eyes and the will that has not died out after sleeping for half a century!
This kind of person will not collapse, and even death cannot defeat him. Give him some time, and he will lead the Gauls to rise again!
"The time left for you is getting less and less, Your Excellency the Earl." Ma Wei said, "You must help me. Only in this way can you have a chance."

Stephens was at a loss: "Helping you, what good will it do us?"

"First of all, if you don't help me, I can only stay in Paris. As a potion dealer, not an arms dealer, I most hope for a stable political situation and a wise monarch. His Majesty Napoleon is my best choice. "

Ma Wei stood in front of Stephens with his hands behind his back and said: "I will help His Majesty Napoleon deal with you rebels. Don't look at me as an ordinary person, but please believe that I am fully capable of mobilizing and persuading Anatole. Once the church intervenes, you have no chance of winning, and this is just one of them."

"Secondly, if I stay in Paris, it means that part of the potion market's resources are tilted towards the empire. As long as we seize the opportunity, His Majesty Napoleon can successfully implement his plan, quickly support his cronies, cultivate strength, and use it to deal with you."

"Finally, and most importantly, by helping me, you are helping yourselves."

Under Stephens' slightly dull eyes, Ma Wei looked at the second prince and Archbishop Brandon: "Your Excellency, have you ever thought about the end of the failure of the resistance? There is no absolute in everything. If you fail to overthrow His Majesty Napoleon, what will happen to you?" what is it then?"

"If you are willing to help us leave Paris, you will be able to gain the friendship of the Kingdom of Windsor and the Church of the Three Fate Goddesses! In time, if your plan fails, you can escape to London by boat and seek the protection of the Kingdom of Windsor and the Church of the Three Fate Goddesses!"

Ma Wei stretched out his hand, took off the cigarette butt Stephens was holding in his mouth, which had burned to the last, threw it into the ashtray to extinguish it, and said earnestly:

"You helped us today, and we will help you tomorrow, my dear Earl."

Stephens swallowed, and stared blankly at Ma Wei, unable to say a word.

He struggled for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "But if the fact that I helped you escape from Paris is exposed, I won't even have a chance to resist! Anatole will never let me go!"

Ma Wei looked at him with the eyes of a fool: "If you can't even solve this problem, you should stop thinking about resisting, and just catch him obediently, maybe you can survive and leave a life."

"Do you have any good method?"

"Yes, I have!"

The second prince slapped his thigh and said, "We brought a potion called Spirit Poisoning Pill! If you eat it, your soul can leave your body. As long as the soul power is stronger than the possessed person, you can control the other person's body for a short time! "

Stephens' eyes lit up: "So amazing? Can you let me take a look?"

"No problem! I'll go upstairs to get it!"

The second prince quietly left the room. This time they came to Paris. In order to open up the market, they brought a variety of potions and showed them to representatives of various countries like an exhibition. If there is attention, there will be orders, and if there are orders, there will be profits!
After a while, the second prince ran back with a box in his arms. When he opened it, it was in the shape of a nine-square grid. From the glass bottle placed in the grid on the upper left corner, there were many small black pills, which were high-level potions—the spirit pills. !
Each spirit pill is hand-made, using a lot of precious materials, and the cost is high. The price of a pill can't be less than 2 gold pounds, otherwise it won't even pay back.

Now is definitely not the time to consider the cost, as long as he can leave Paris smoothly, the second prince is willing to provide Stephens with free potions for one year!

After getting the spirit pill, Stephens wanted to test it, but after looking around the room, he gave up the idea resentfully.

There is no suitable candidate, so I can only take it back and try again.

"These pills are sure to be fine!" The second prince vowed, "The pills made in the same batch have all been tested!"

“good good”

Earl Stephens nodded repeatedly, clutching the glass bottle tightly: "As long as I have these, I'm sure."

"Your Excellency, I have to remind you, don't think about using the spirit-enchanting pill to assassinate His Majesty Napoleon, be careful of backlash."

His expression froze, and Stephens, who seemed to be trying to be exposed, asked in embarrassment: "What do you mean by that? Does the spirit pill have any side effects?"

"The spirit-encapsulating pill can indeed achieve the effect of controlling the body of others, but the premise is that the other party must be very close to you, because the soul cannot leave the body for a long time. Moreover, the time for the soul to leave the body is difficult to control. If the other party's soul is too strong and keeps If you resist, I’m afraid you won’t be able to sustain it for even 10 minutes.”

Ma Wei kindly reminded: "Furthermore, if the soul is not strong enough, and possesses a target whose soul power is far stronger than your own, it will suffer backlash. A severely injured soul is difficult to repair, just like a leaking clay pot." , within three years, the soul will completely wither."

Ma Wei has never understood the specific standard of soul strength, and there are too few research objects, but there is no doubt about it—willpower is also a kind of soul strength.

People with stronger willpower tend to have stronger soul power, which can even be cultivated later in life.

This is the reason why Miss Jin Na founded the Soul Research Institute to select believers with firm beliefs to perform soul stripping. Devout believers provide more soul power than ordinary people.

Hearing that there were such serious side effects and harsh conditions of use, Stephens backed down again. Seeing this, Ma Wei hurriedly said: "The spirit pill is just one of the magical potions we have, as long as you Help us sincerely, we can provide you with more and more miraculous potions, if used properly, you can kill His Majesty Napoleon without a single soldier."

"Is this true?"

"It's true."

"it is good!"

Stephen stood up abruptly and made up his mind: "I'll help you escape Paris! When are you going to leave?"

"Act on the day the talks are over."

"Well, I'll go arrange the manpower immediately!"

"Be careful of being followed."

"rest assured!"

Stephens put away the spirit pills and left the mansion without looking back. Ma Wei stood by the window and watched him get into the carriage and leave. He didn't look back until the carriage disappeared at the end of the street.

"Nicholas."

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"Are you really going to help Earl Stephens kill Napoleon?" The second prince asked, "This is a great thing. Get rid of Napoleon, and the Kingdom of Windsor will be less troubled!"

"Yes yes, if all goes well."

Ma Wei responded a few words perfunctorily. He said that helping Stephens was true, and there was no lie at all, but the problem was that
Will Napoleon, supported by Maria and the ancient gods, be killed by these small tricks?

Mavi is skeptical.

(End of this chapter)