In the hospital, Duke William almost went crazy when he saw Zheng Sen, who had a face as golden as paper and an air as thin as silk.

This man who disappeared in Paris three days ago was actually brought to Hamburg by that damn John. Well, just now I wanted to see the French people having fun, but now he is having fun himself.

If the Prussian emperor knew about this, he would definitely go crazy with anger.

If no one knows about this matter, forget it. Just deal with the person quietly and you'll be fine.

But damn Dawson, he was smart enough to ask a Japanese. What was supposed to be a dead person suddenly appeared in Hamburg. As long as this news leaked out, the armies of France and Ming Dynasty would destroy Hamburg.

The Ming army was so powerful that Sir Dawson had never seen it, but Duke William had seen battleships as high as mountains. A cannonball was as tall as an adult!

After being ravaged by such shells, Duke Wilhelm felt that nothing was left in Hamburg except that it was in ruins.

"What should we do?" Duke William turned around and asked Count Schmidt, the chief intelligence officer.

"We can only...save him, and we must save him no matter the cost. Only by surviving him can we have an account with the Ming Empire, and at the same time, the relationship between Prussia and the Ming Empire will be greatly improved in the future.

If he dies, we can only wait to welcome the attack of France and the Ming Dynasty. Napoleon, that Corsican monster, will definitely blame us for attacking and killing the Ming Dynasty envoys."

Schmidt swallowed hard. If France and the Ming Dynasty jointly attacked Hamburg, the Prussian Emperor would probably have to protect himself wisely.

"Martin, didn't you hear what Schmidt said? Quick, we must revive him. If he dies, Hamburg will be over." Duke William roared angrily.

"Oh! Yes, my lord the Duke." After hearing Duke William's words, Martin hurriedly led the doctors and nurses to start the rescue in a decent manner.

Zheng Sen, who was originally just left there to fend for himself, was immediately surrounded by people in white coats. The gunshot wounds that had been hastily treated were immediately re-treated.

"Your Majesty, Duke, should we... report this matter to His Majesty the Emperor?" Schmidt suggested to Duke William in a low voice.

Duke William looked at Zheng Sen who was being rescued and gritted his teeth. This matter was too serious. Even as a Duke, he still couldn't handle it.

If this man died in Hamburg, he would be in huge trouble, the kind that could destroy the world.

"If you don't report this to His Majesty the Emperor, Your Majesty, Duke, you will be in great trouble. The message returned by the carrier pigeon said that Paris is going crazy looking for this person.

Moreover, Napoleon has blockaded Paris, and his Praetorian Guards are hunting suspects everywhere. Anyone related to this matter will be sent to the guillotine." Schmidt tried to let Duke William know the seriousness of this matter.

"He needs to give an explanation to the people of Ming Dynasty. If it were not for the people of Ming Dynasty supporting him behind the scenes, he would have been defeated long ago." The seventh anti-French alliance almost succeeded. Now Duke William still feels that this is the biggest challenge in his life.

Pity.

"If the people of Ming Dynasty find out about this matter... His Majesty the Emperor also needs an explanation. Don't forget, Duke, that Japanese man has already gone to sea. If he goes to Amsterdam or Caen... it is very likely that it will take three days.

Then the French will get the message.

It will be too late for you to talk to His Majesty the Emperor at that time. Moreover, it will take time to get from Hamburg to Magdeburg, and we don’t have an airship to call." Schmidt was sincere, but he didn’t know the Duke.

Sir, what are you still hesitating about?

"If this person dies..., should we prepare for war?"

"Your Majesty the Duke, even if we are preparing for war, we must report it to His Majesty the Emperor." Schmidt spoke anxiously.

"But what if I tell Frederick the matter and he...he hands me over to the Ming Dynasty to vent his anger?" Duke William turned his head and looked at Schmidt with his aqua blue eyes.

"Uh...this...!" Schmidt was speechless, because he knew this was very possible.

Facing the pressure from France and the Ming Dynasty, the former anti-French alliance was no longer united. Frederick the Great was very likely to hand over the Duke. What's more, that old guy Bismarck had always been at odds with the Duke.

"Your Majesty, Duke, what do you mean...!" Schmidt felt that Duke William's eyes were gradually becoming ferocious.

"If this man dies, and people think it was Frederick who did it, then... can we ally with the French and kill this old bastard Frederick?"

Schmidt felt his blood welling up. What Duke William had not said yet was... If Frederick was forced to abdicate, then in terms of blood relationship and strength, only Duke William could ascend the throne.

Duke William wants to take advantage of this matter and make a big bet.

"But if this person is saved, we can ease the relationship with Ming Dynasty and get funding from Ming Dynasty." Schmidt accompanied him carefully.

The last war had only been a few years ago, and no one had forgotten the painful memories of the war. Schmidt did not want to provoke such a large-scale war. He knew that once this person died, many people would die in a series of reactions.

, many, many people.

Even more people died than in the last war.

If this continues, Prussia will be destroyed. Germany will never have such a good opportunity to unify again!

"Kill him, keep it secret. Then find a way to get the body to Magdeburg! And that Dawson, John, and those others, anyway, just kill everyone related to it.

And... find a way to get their corpses to Magdeburg. Just make it look like they were silenced by Frederick. I know you can do it." Duke William once again glanced at Zheng who was being rescued.

Sen, patted Count Schmidt on the shoulder and walked out of the hospital.

The sound of big leather boots sounded in the corridor, and it seemed to be stepping on Count Schmidt's heart.

It's terrible, it's terrible.

This old man actually wanted to use this incident to provoke a war, and then sit on the throne of the King of Prussia.

Regardless of whether he can succeed or not, if he really does this, then he will be a sinner of the German nation. Count Schmidt also glanced at Zheng Sen and waved to Martin.

"Your Majesty, there is some trouble." Martin came over and took off his mask.

"Save him!" After saying these three words, Schmidt also walked out of the hospital.

"But... that requires a lot of precious medicinal materials." Martin shouted at Schmidt's back.

"Then use it, at all costs." Schmidt turned around, clenched his hands into fists and nodded to Martin.

After walking out of the hospital, Schmidt looked at the gloomy sky and took a deep breath. The autumn in Hamburg was much colder than Paris. He exhaled and walked towards the pier.

Sir Dawson's home is right next to the dock. Perhaps because of this, he applied to Duke William for the job of managing the dock.

Walking into Sir Dawson's house, his wife was cooking fish. The whole house was filled with the smell of fish! There are many benefits of managing the dock, one of which is that there is never a shortage of seafood in the house.

"Oh, God! Count Schmidt, why are you here free?" Sir Dawson saw Count Schmidt and immediately came out with a smile. Perhaps he felt that Schmidt was here to send William to him.

Rewarded by the Duke.

"Nothing, I just came to see you, haven't you eaten yet?" Duke Schmidt glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

This kind of low-level nobleman has no servants at home. Sir Dawson's wife is busy in the kitchen. Three children with yellow hair are looking at him at the door with big eyes.

"I haven't eaten yet. The food at home is simple. If you don't mind, you can have dinner at home." Sir Dawson was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that today's dinner was actually not that good.

"Forget it! How about we go out and chat, in the woods over there." Count Schmidt pointed to the woods not far away.

"Oh! Okay, let me put on some clothes first." Sir Dawson returned to the house and put on a coat. When he took it out, he rubbed his son's hair, which was as messy as a chicken coop.

Perhaps, that hair looked like a chicken coop because he rubbed it.

The two people walked into the woods one after another, expecting Count Schmidt to stop. Unexpectedly, Count Schmidt walked deeper into the woods.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Count Schmidt stopped.

"My Lord Earl, what are you...!" It was getting dark, and the light in the woods was very dim. Sir Dawson had also been on the battlefield, and he was keenly aware that there was a black shadow lurking in the darkness.

"Click!" A revolver appeared in Count Schmidt's hand, and he cocked the hammer.

"My lord, what are you doing?" Sir Dawson was horrified to find that the muzzle of the revolver was pointed at him.

"Dawson, I don't want to kill you. But I have no choice. Who asked you to bring back the Ming Dynasty man, and also let the Japanese people identify the Ming Dynasty people's things. Now that the Japanese people are gone, the Duke thinks that you should be shut up

Mouth is a good way to reduce trouble." Count Schmidt pointed a gun at Sir Dawson's head. The frightened Sir Dawson wanted to say something, but his throat gurgled for a long time, and no word came out.

"Your Majesty, my children are still young. Please! Please!" Sir Dawson begged sadly. Just ten minutes ago, Sir Dawson thought he was here to receive a reward.

"I can't do anything about the Duke's order." After speaking, Count Schmidt pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and many birds in the woods were frightened and flew out with a whirring sound.

The barrel of the revolver in Count Schmidt's hand was smoking, but Sir Dawson was still standing opposite him. He was so frightened that he peed his pants. The feeling of bullets flying past his body would make anyone pee.

Pants.

"Okay, Sir Dawson has been executed." Count Schmidt took back his revolver and looked at the confused Sir Dawson.

"My Lord Earl, what are you...!"

"Your Majesty the Duke's orders cannot be violated, you know this. But I don't want to kill you, Dawson, you are a good man." Count Schmidt put the revolver into his holster.

"Uh...!" Sir Dawson still didn't understand what Count Schmidt was playing.

"Dawson, if the Duke knows that you are still alive, then not only will your family never survive, but even I will die. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!