Dawson, led by the guards, went to a large office. The early morning sun shone in through the arched windows, and some dust flew in the smoke.

Behind the large desk, sat an old man in military uniform. He looked like he was fifty years old or sixty years old, and the pen in his hand was writing something on the paper, and the sound of the tip of the pen scratching the letter paper could be clearly heard in the quiet office.

The guards opened the door, and Dawson walked in, and the door was shut.

The old man did not speak, and Dawson did not dare to speak although he was anxious. 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 greater than that of the emperor.

In that war four years earlier, Prussian soldiers had to suffer 30,000 casualties a day at the Battle of the Somme. Even the old man in front of him still ordered the soldiers to attack.

After a battle, the total casualties on both sides reached 1.3 million. The casualties of the Prussian army amounted to 530,000 men.

It was a victory, but it was a pyrrhic victory. Bismarck's tenacity, despite the casualties, allowed Prussia to fight to the end and become the winner.

And Bismarck himself is therefore called the iron-blooded prime minister.

"Sit down!" Bismarck looked up and glanced at Dawson through his glasses.

"Uh......! Yes, sir. Dawson wanted to say that his affairs were urgent, but he didn't dare to say anything under Bismarck's eyes, so he obediently sat down in his chair and continued to look at Bismarck nervously.

"What's your name?" While writing, Bismarck asked. Presumably, the brain is not on Dawson at all.

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

"You're a nobleman?" Bismarck stopped his pen and confronted a nobleman, which was rude, even though Dawson's status was much lower than his.

"Yes! I'm Sir Saxony. Dawson is proud of his pedigree.

"Rude, Sir Dawson! You came to me with a sign from Count Schmidt, is there anything you can do? Bismarck put down his pen and looked at Sir Dawson and asked.

"Dear Mr. Prime Minister, there is indeed a big deal. A captain on the docks of Hamburg fished a man from the Seine. ”

"The Seine?" Bismarck was a little puzzled by what the captain of Hamburg was doing on the Seine.

"Yes! He's in charge of shipping craft beer from Hamburg to Paris, and craft beer, you know, is perishable. ”

"Oh! You go ahead. Bismarck nodded, knowing that hamburger beer was popular in Parisian aristocratic circles. Almost a must-have for banquets!

"He fished up a man from the Seine, a man of the Ming Dynasty. Surname Zheng! ”

"Surname Zheng?" Hearing this surname, Bismarck's eyes shrank to the size of a pin's nose. Of course, he knew about the affairs of Paris, and Prussia did not want to have anything to do with them.

"That's right! The surname is Zheng, which is something he carries with him. A belt clip and a watch, he had a gunshot wound, a very serious gunshot wound. Sir Martin said he might have survived if the doctors of the Royal College of Physicians had been willing to help. Otherwise, death is adherent! ”

Sir Dawson said, pulling a pocket from his bosom. Emptied the belt clip and watch out of his pocket and placed them on Bismarck's desk.

Bismarck glanced at these two things, and with his sophisticated poisonous eyes, he understood them at a glance. Both of these things are made of platinum, and the belt clips, though ordinary, are so beautifully workmanlike that they surpass any European craftsmanship.

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

"Where's the person?" The old man, who was lazy just now, now has eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"In ...... Outside, Sir Martin was watching over him. He said that if he didn't treat that Ming man, he wouldn't be able to last long. ”

"Herman! Herman! Bismarck grabbed his hat and prepared to go out.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister! Your Excellency, Prime Minister! Count Schmidt has something to say to you. Seeing that Bismarck was leaving, Dawson hurried to speak.

"Herman, go to the carriage at the door, and take the patient to the Royal College of Physicians at once. Tell Dean Paul that it was His Majesty's order to save that man no matter what. With his hand already on the doorknob, Bismarck turned to Hermann behind him to order.

"Yes!" Herman, apparently a soldier, saluted Bismarck, then turned and walked out. There was a series of big riding boots in the hallway!

"Say it! What does Schmidt want you to tell me? "Years of political experience taught Bismarck that Duke Wilhelm, who would never be at peace, must want to do something.

Duke Wilhelm and Bismarck were old rivals for many years, and Bismarck would not tell Dawson that Schmidt was actually Bismarck's attendant in his youth.

He said......!" Dawson glanced around, making sure it was just him and Bismarck in the office.

He said that Duke William would use this man to frame His Majesty the Emperor. Deliberately provoked a war, and then he took advantage of the chaos to ascend to the throne. Sir Dawson was determined to learn Schmidt's words to Bismarck.

He knew that if such a small nobleman like him broke in rashly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

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

Maybe! His Majesty the Emperor will meet you. Bismarck patted Sir Dawson on the shoulder, pulled the doorknob and walked out.

Sir Dawson was stunned for a moment, about two or three minutes later. An official-looking fellow approached and invited him to a luxurious suite, where the maids were setting all sorts of delicacies on the table.

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

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

"Paul! How's that guy? When he saw Dean Paul, Bismarck immediately asked eagerly.

"Bismarck, you are here in person. When you got married, I didn't see you in such a hurry. Paul looked at Bismarck and said with a smile.

"Don't kid Paul, this man is very important. Perhaps, His Majesty the Emperor will come over in a moment. Bismarck was not in the mood to make such a joke with Dean Paul right now.

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

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

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

This person who is not in a hurry when a house is on fire, but Bismarck is now in a hurry to get on fire.

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

"The doctor is not God, you should beg God now, not me." With that, Paul walked into the hospital room.

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

"Hey......!" Stamping his feet, Bismarck turned around and went to the palace, the consequences of which were too serious to be reported to Frederick.

Frederick the Great had just returned from an inspection of the Bavarian Arsenal and was overjoyed by the progress of Prussian arms production. At least in the field of light weapons, Prussia is still not lagging behind.

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

He knew Bismarck too well, a man who would not blink when a bomb exploded in front of his eyes. The thing that can make him walk in a panic must be a big event.

"We're in big trouble." Bismarck's words made Frederick even more puzzled about what it meant to be in trouble.

"Got a big problem?"

"Remember the intelligence that said that the Ming man who was assassinated and disappeared in Paris? It is the adopted son of His Excellency the Generalissimo of the Ming Dynasty! Bismarck said eagerly.

"How can this be forgotten that Napoleon is going mad. The French army, which almost had a legion, was looking for this man. It is said that more than a thousand people have been arrested in Paris awaiting trial. Frederick had a smile on his face.

In any case, something that could make his old rival Napoleon deflated was a good thing for him to be happy about.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, that person is in our Madgar Fort right now." Bismarck couldn't bear to see Frederick laugh.

"What?" Rao was Frederick the Great, and his jaw almost dropped.

What happened in Paris, only a few years ago people came to Magdegburg. It's ......, it's a fucking bomb. A bomb enough to blow Prussia apart!

"The ship that delivered beer from Hamburg to Paris caught this guy. Then the brain-broken captain took the man back to Hamburg, and Duke Wilhelm thought the man could be used. So he wanted to send the corpses over and lead us to war with France. In this way, the crime of provoking war is held on your head. ”

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

"That's right!"

"Damn it!" Frederick's face was flushed with anger, and if this was the case, it was indeed an unsolvable trap.

Napoleon in Paris was already going mad, and if he could use this reason to fight Prussia, he would not hesitate to start a war. In this way, to save the relationship with the Ming Empire.

And the hat that assassinated the Ming envoy, Frederick the Great did not want to take off.

"The only good news right now is...... People are alive! ”

"People are still alive?" Frederick's eyes widened, and the moment was as pleasant as if he had won the lottery.

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

I just went to the hospital and the man was very badly wounded, with gunshot wounds and pneumonia. But Paul still had the heart to joke with me, and I thought Paul could save him. ”

"You must save him, if you really save him. We will have a relationship with Daming, and we will never have to import that expensive machine from Britain in the future. ”

"Duke William ...... there!"

"It's time to take care of my lovely nephew." Frederick the Great looked at Bismarck with a sinister smile.