The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1579 Cause and Effect (Part 1)

British Foreign Secretary George Villiers was also exasperated. These words actually fit Kosuth's persona, but this new Kosuth is indeed becoming increasingly difficult to control.

The new Kossuth clearly saw himself as a threat, but given Britain's current position, dealing with him was difficult. After all, it was the British Foreign Office that had elevated Kossuth to such a pedestal, representing a substantial investment of resources.

Johnny, an officer under George Villiers, also approached Kossuth.

"You'd better figure out who you're working for?"

Johnny, George Villiers's clerk, expected Kossuth to panic, but the man showed no sign of panic whatsoever.

"I work only for God and the people."

Kossuth's words left the officer, Johnny, speechless for a long time.

"What kind of bullshit God! We are your God! You're nothing but a third-rate stage actor!"

Johnny, the administrator, knew Kossuth's background very well, so he had no respect for him whatsoever. After all, if the man in front of him didn't look somewhat like Kossuth, he would probably still be a third-rate actor in the theater.

The term "third-rate actor in the theater" is actually a euphemism. In reality, this Xin Kesute was just a laborer in the troupe, doing odd jobs and playing minor roles.

Although he was quite old, no one regarded him as a veteran actor; they simply thought he was an old fool. The officer, Johnny, still remembered how humble and ridiculous the man before him had been, how he had only dared to remove his hat and stand bowed to the side after hearing his identity, not daring to even glance at him.

"No, I am Kossuth, Rayosh Kossuth, King of the Magyars, the embodiment of freedom and justice!"

"Hmph, don't you know what you are?"

Kossuth was somewhat confused; he didn't understand why the other person had immediately launched into a tirade against him. The other person had previously instructed him that even if he died, he must never admit he wasn't Kossuth.

Could this be a test?
So he immersed himself even more deeply in the role, after all, this was his first time playing a leading role.

At least he believed he was the protagonist.
"I am Kossuth!"

Johnny, the administrative officer, was speechless for a moment, but he really couldn't do anything to the person in front of him, so he had no choice but to report the matter to his superior.

The reason for this misunderstanding is that Kossuth genuinely didn't know what he had done. He spent every year studying how to play the role of Kossuth well, so he was naturally unaware of some of the outside opinions and even thought that they were just a smokescreen released by the British government.

Although he was somewhat confused, Kossuth liked the feeling. He remembered Shakespeare's famous quote: "There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand minds."

He felt that he only needed to play the role of Kossuth well, and let posterity judge his merits and demerits. Therefore, he became even more unrestrained during his speeches.
But when the whole story reached George Villiers' ears, the diplomat immediately felt that Kossuth was trying to bargain.

At this point in the cabinet meeting, when faced with questions from his colleagues, Georges Villiers could only say...

"Perhaps we shouldn't have resurrected him."

John Russell immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"What do you mean? You can't control that guy anymore?"

George Villiers quickly explained.

"No, he's still acting according to our script, but he's developed some of his own ideas."

The senior officials in the British cabinet looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Are you kidding me? How can a tool have its own thoughts? What is your Ministry of Foreign Affairs doing?"

"Can't we make a substitution now?"

“Finding someone who looks exactly like him and speaks Hungarian is already an extremely low probability event, and the most important thing is his accent. If we replace him, it will be easy to give us away, and then all our efforts will be in vain.” George Villiers was also helpless. Due to the advancement of photography technology, Kossuth's photos had already spread throughout the country. With the technology of this era, it is really too difficult to pass for the real person unless we find someone who looks extremely similar.

However, Kossuth and the British are of different races, making it extremely difficult to find someone who looks similar.

Coupled with his Scottish accent, this virtually sealed off any possibility of the British Foreign Office replacing him.

"Damn it, can't you teach him how to be a decent human being?" Home Secretary Spencer Walpoles said angrily. "Do you know how much pressure we're under right now?"
Now, every time I open my eyes, all I see are reports about him contacting all sorts of weirdos.

Lock him in the cage and give him a good scolding!

“That’s impossible! Kossuth is now a public figure, and he even has a group of supporters protecting him.”

Home Secretary Spencer Walpols angrily cursed.

"This is Britain!"

“These actions are all permitted by the Constitution.”

George Villiers argued.

"Enough! I don't want to hear your explanations. I don't care what method you use, you have to shut him up! The situation is chaotic enough already!"

And keep a close eye on him; don't let him have any contact with Irish, Scottish, or any other random people.

Did you understand?

John Russell had a splitting headache. He really didn't know how his men had become ministers; they couldn't even handle such a small matter.

John Russell was even more puzzled as to why the winds had suddenly shifted, what had gotten into those nobles, why they had suddenly started attacking Kossuth, and what those rumors were all about.

As a politician, he didn't believe the rumors from the start. After all, how could a small-time stage actor have such big ambitions? And it's impossible for all the foreign affairs officers to be useless and have no political sense at all.

After the meeting, an officer quietly approached John Russell.

"Your Excellency, we have found out."

"Who exactly is behind this?"

"The initial rumor originated from a small pub, and was quickly unearthed and spread by some unscrupulous tabloids."

Then editors from several major newspapers began reprinting these rumors, and things spiraled out of control.

John Russell closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Then who was the one who initially spread the rumors?"

"He appears to be a Hungarian, probably a sailor, who should have already left by ship."

A drunken sailor, fabricated rumors, unscrupulous media—everything seemed plausible. After all, such things had happened many times before, but this only served to alarm John Russell.

Especially since the person who started the rumor was a sailor, and had already left by ship. What does this mean? With so many ships anchored in London every day, finding a sailor who talks nonsense while drunk is like finding a needle in a haystack.

These ships had different destinations, and once the sailors left, there was no way to verify their identities.

Is it really possible that things will just happen by such a coincidence?