Dawson was led by the guards into a large office. The early morning sunlight came in through the arched windows, and some dust was flying randomly in the smoke.

Behind the large desk, there is an old man in military uniform sitting. He looks like he is fifty or sixty years old. The pen in his hand is writing something "swish" and "swish" on the paper. In the quiet office, he can

I could clearly hear the sound of the pen tip scratching across the letter paper.

The guard opened the door, Dawson walked in and the door was closed.

The old man did not speak. Although Dawson was anxious, he did not dare to speak. The old man in front of him was definitely the most powerful person in the Prussian Empire. Because of Frederick the Great's trust, his authority was even more important than that of the emperor.

In the war four years ago, Prussian soldiers suffered 30,000 casualties a day in the Battle of the Somme. This old man in front of me still ordered the soldiers to attack.

After one battle, the total casualties of both sides reached 1.3 million people. The casualties of the Prussian army reached 530,000 people.

Although the victory was achieved, it was a tragic victory. Bismarck's tenacity regardless of casualties allowed Prussia to fight to the end and become the winner.

Bismarck himself was therefore called the Iron-Blooded Prime Minister.

"Sit down!" Bismarck raised his head and glanced at Dawson through his glasses.

"Uh...! Yes, sir." Dawson wanted to say that his matter was urgent, but he did not dare to say anything under Bismarck's eyes. He sat down on the chair obediently and continued to look at Bismarck nervously.

"What's your name?" Bismarck asked while writing. Probably, his mind was not on Dawson at all.

"Dawson! Otto von Dawson!" Hearing Bismarck's question, Dawson immediately stood up.

"Are you a noble?" Bismarck stopped the pen in his hand and faced a noble. This was very impolite, even though Dawson's status was much lower than him.

"Yes! I am Lord Saxony." Dawson was very proud of his ancestry.

"Sorry, Sir Dawson! You came to me with Count Schmidt's sign. What's the matter?" Bismarck put down his pen, looked at Sir Dawson and asked.

"Dear Mr. Prime Minister, there is indeed something important. A captain at the Hamburg dock fished a man out of the Seine."

"Seine?" Bismarck was a little confused as to what the captain of Hamburg was doing in the Seine.

"Yes! He is responsible for transporting craft beer from Hamburg to Paris. You know, craft beer is perishable."

"Oh! Please continue." Bismarck nodded. He knew that hamburger beer was very popular among Parisian aristocratic circles. It was almost a must-have for banquets!

"He fished out a man from the Seine River. He was a Ming Dynasty man. His surname was Zheng!"

"Surnamed Zheng?" Bismarck's eyes shrank to the size of a needle's nose when he heard this surname. Of course he knew what happened in Paris, and Prussia did not want to have anything to do with it.

"Yes! The surname is Zheng. These are the things he had with him. A belt clip and a watch. He suffered a gunshot wound, a very serious gunshot wound. Sir Martin said that if the doctors at the Royal College of Medicine are willing to save him, he will

It’s possible to survive. Otherwise, you’re dead!”

Sir Dawson said, taking out a pocket from his arms. He took out the belt clip and watch from the pocket and placed them on Bismarck's desk.

Bismarck glanced at these two things, and with his experienced poisonous eyes, he understood at just a glance. Both things were made of platinum. Although the belt clip was ordinary, its exquisite workmanship surpassed the craftsmanship of any European.

As for the fast watch, even the one on Frederick the Great's wrist was not as valuable as this one.

"Where is he?" The old man who was just lazy now has eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"...Outside, Sir Martin is watching over him. He said that the Ming man won't last long if he doesn't get treatment."

"Hermann! Hermann!" Bismarck grabbed his hat and prepared to walk out.

"Your Majesty Prime Minister! Your Majesty Prime Minister! Count Schmidt asked me to bring you something else." Seeing Bismarck about to leave, Dawson hurriedly spoke.

"Hermann, go to the carriage at the door and send the patient to the Royal Medical College immediately. Tell Dean Paul that it is His Majesty's order to save the man no matter what." His hand was already on the door.

While holding the handle, Bismarck turned around and gave orders to Hermann behind him.

"Yes!" Hermann was obviously a soldier. After saluting Bismarck, he turned and walked out. There was a series of sounds of big riding boots in the corridor!

"Tell me! What does Schmidt want you to tell me?" Years of political experience made Bismarck know that Duke William, who will never be stable, must want to do something.

Duke William and Bismarck were old rivals for many years, and Bismarck would not tell Dawson that Schmidt was actually Bismarck's aide-de-camp when he was young.

"He said...!" Dawson looked around to make sure that he and Bismarck were the only ones in the office.

"He said that Duke William would use this person to frame His Majesty the Emperor and deliberately provoke a war, and then he would take advantage of the chaos to ascend to the throne." Sir Dawson made great determination and learned Schmidt's words from Bismarck.

He knew that if a small nobleman like him broke into a fight between high-ranking nobles, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Sir Dawson, thank you for bringing Schmidt's words to me. Now go down, take a shower, eat something and then have a good sleep. Remember, what you said to me today, don't say it to anyone.

Perhaps! His Majesty the Emperor will meet you." Bismarck patted Sir Dawson on the shoulder, opened the door handle and walked out.

Sir Dawson was stunned for a while. After about two or three minutes, a man who looked like an official came over and invited him to a luxurious suite. The maids were placing various delicacies on the table.

"Please have a meal, Sir Dawson." The official stood behind Sir Dawson with a professional smile. When he sat down, a snow-white napkin was tied around his neck by the beautiful maid.

Bismarck hurried out of the palace and rushed to the Royal College of Medicine in a carriage.

"Paul! How is that man?" Bismarck immediately asked eagerly when he saw Dean Paul.

"Bismarck, you are here in person. I have never seen you in such a hurry when you were getting married." Paul looked at Bismarck and said with a smile.

"Stop joking Paul, this person is very important. Maybe His Majesty the Emperor will come over soon." Bismarck was not in the mood to make such a joke with Dean Paul.

"His Majesty the Emperor is coming too?" Paul frowned.

"What happened to that Ming man?" Bismarck asked eagerly.

"The gunshot wound is serious, but it cannot kill him. He must have fallen into the water, and now his lungs are inflamed and accompanied by high fever, and his abdomen...!" Dean Paul began to introduce Bismarck's condition slowly.

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This person would not be anxious even if his house was on fire, but now Bismarck was so anxious that his house was on fire.

"We must save him!" Bismarck grabbed Paul's hand.

"Doctors are not God. You should beg to God now, not me." After Paul finished speaking, he walked into the ward.

He said this, but when he saw Bismarck's appearance, he knew that this person was very important. This time, he was ready to personally save this young man.

"Hey...!" Bismarck stamped his feet and turned around to go to the palace. The consequences of this matter were too serious and he had to report it to Frederick.

Frederick the Great had just returned from inspecting the Bavarian arsenal. Frederick was overjoyed by the progress in Prussia's weapons production. At least in the field of light weapons, Prussia still did not lag behind others.

"Bismarck, why are you so flustered?" Seeing Bismarck's flustered face, Frederick the Great was a little puzzled.

He knew Bismarck too well. He was a man who would not blink even if a bomb exploded in front of his eyes. Anything that could make him walk in a panic must be a big event.

"We have found a big trouble." What Bismarck said made Frederick even more confused about what a big trouble meant.

"Are you in big trouble?"

"Do you remember that the intelligence said that the Ming man who was assassinated and disappeared in Paris? He was the adopted son of His Excellency the Grand Marshal of the Ming Dynasty!" Bismarck said eagerly.

"How could I forget this? Napoleon was going crazy with worry. There was almost a legion of French troops looking for this man. It is said that more than a thousand people have been arrested in Paris and are awaiting trial." Frederick's face was filled with a smile.

In any case, anything that can make his old enemy Napoleon feel frustrated is a good thing for him to be happy about.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, that man is in our Magdegeburg right now." Bismarck really couldn't bear to see Frederick's smile.

"What?" Even Emperor Frederick the Great almost dropped his jaw in shock.

What happened in Paris, people came to Magdeburg just a few years ago. This..., this is a fucking bomb. A bomb that can blow Prussia into pieces!

"The ship that transported beer from Hamburg to Paris caught this guy. Then the captain with a bad brain took the guy back to Hamburg. Duke William thought this guy could be used. So he wanted to send the body over to lure us and France.

Start a war. In this way, the crime of provoking war will be placed on your head."

"Then, my lovely nephew will force me to abdicate and give the throne to him." Frederick the Great said viciously.

"That's right!"

"Damn it!" Frederick's face turned red with anger. If this was really the case, it was indeed an unsolvable trap.

Napoleon in Paris was going crazy. If he could use this reason to fight Prussia, he would not hesitate to launch a war to restore relations with the Ming Empire.

As for the hat of assassinating the Ming envoys, Frederick the Great could never take off his hat.

"The only good news now is... people are still alive!"

"Is he still alive?" Frederick's eyes widened. At this moment, he was as surprised as if he had won the lottery.

"Sir Schmidt, Duke William's intelligence officer, was my attendant many years ago. He arranged for the Ming envoy to be sent alive to Magdeburg.

I just went to the hospital and saw that the man was seriously injured, suffering from a gunshot wound and pneumonia. But Paul still had the heart to joke with me, and I think Paul can save him."

"We must save him. If we really save him, we will have a relationship with Ming Dynasty, and we will no longer have to import that expensive machine from Britain in the future."

"Where is Duke William...!"
Chapter completed!