It's been seven days since Lawrence was spotted and brought home by Carlo to settle in.

In the past few days, Lawrence has also probably figured out the relationship around him.

Carlo Bonaparte, his own brother, a member of parliament in the Republic of Corsica and a well-known lawyer in the country, wrote to Lawrence to invite him to work in Corsica.

It's just that no one expected the White Rose to suffer such an accident.

As for Corsica, it was originally the domain of the Republic of Genoa, but due to excessive taxation, the islanders rose up and established their own republic.

However, the Genoese were not completely expelled from the island, they still controlled a number of cities and fortresses in northern Corsica and were ready to make a comeback at any time.

Another thing that Lawrence regretted was that the future Emperor of France, Napoleon, had not yet been born.

According to the trajectory of history, this conqueror, who made all of Europe tremble, was born in another year. Lawrence also hopes that the butterfly effect he has seen will not affect this future.

In the past few days of recuperation, Lawrence has also been combing through his memories of the historical island of Corsica.

Having been a history buff in his previous life, Lawrence soon found himself at a rather awkward juncture.

It was the beginning of January 1768, and by May the Genoese had chosen to abandon Corsica and sell it to the French. Historically, Corsica has since become a French territory.

Coming from the 21st century, Lawrence understands the importance of information gaps, and his knowledge of history is the greatest asset of the moment, and he must use this information to his advantage.

As Lawrence struggled with how to use this knowledge, Carlo pushed open Lawrence's door.

"Hey, Lawrence, how's your health?" Carlo walked in the door and saw Lawrence looking intently and obsessively at a map of Corsica, and couldn't help but be helplessly concerned.

Carlo is also a little accustomed to this eccentric brother. Whenever he had free time these days, Lawrence would point to the map and not know what he was studying.

Lawrence dropped his finger off the map and responded, "Basically recovered, thank you for your concern." ”

In these few days of getting along, Lawrence is also very grateful to this brother. Although Carlo is usually very rude, he does have deep feelings for his own brother and takes care of him meticulously.

Carlo was also relieved to learn that his brother was in good health, and turned to the business of the day—it was time to find the Governor of Corsica to arrange a position for Lawrence.

"Governor of the Republic of Corsica? That's a big deal. Lawrence said with a little concern.

Carlo smiled bitterly when he heard this, waved his hand, and said:

"After all, the Republic of Corsican has not yet been recognized by the courts of all countries, and the outside world still thinks that we are under the rule of the Genoese. He is only the leader of more than 30,000 people on this island.

I, a member of the parliament, am just a representative of a small western city, and I have to rely on my income as a lawyer for my daily expenses. ”

After that, Carlo personally found a neat gentleman's uniform for Lawrence and urged him to change into it quickly.

Looking at the clothes and accessories piled up in a small mountain on the bed, Lawrence could only smile helplessly, nostalgic for the dressing style of the tank top and big pants in his previous life.

The most prosperous city in the whole of Corsica is Ajaccio, which is why the Viceroyalty of the Corsican Republic is also located here.

However, to Lawrence's surprise, Carlo's mansion was not far from the Doge's Palace, and it was only a quarter of an hour's walk away.

To be able to have a big mansion in such a favorable location, it seems that this brother's status in the Governor's Mansion is probably not low.

The two of them walked for a moment, and then they came to a large iron gate decorated with intricate patterns, which was so wide that two troikas could pass at once.

The gate is flanked by high white walls that stretch for hundreds of meters, and watchtowers are set up every 50 meters or so, guarded by armed guards at all times.

"It seems that the security here is not very good, and the garrison is so meticulous." Lawrence looked at it for a moment, then casually analyzed Carlo.

Carlo nodded approvingly, adding, "The Genoese have wanted to assassinate the Doge for more than ten years, after all, he is the leader of all Corsica. ”

The two of them walked towards the gate, and the four guards on duty at the gate, apparently knowing Carlo, saluted him neatly:

"Welcome, Councillor Carlo."

As for Lawrence, since Carlo brought it, the guards simply did a body search and let him in.

The size of the mansion is quite large, there are seven or eight collective apartments for servants alone, and the rest of the entertainment facilities such as private gardens, cricket rooms, billiard rooms, etc.

It was formerly the residence of the Doge of Genoa, and was rightfully taken over by the Republic of Corsican after Genoa was expelled from Ajaccio.

Of course, Lawrence and Carlo weren't here to enjoy the mountains and rivers today, and after entering the gate, they walked straight to a small two-story building facing the gate. It was only after a more rigorous round of body searches that they finally met the leader of the entire Corsicans.

His name was Pasquale Pauli, and although he was known to the general of the Corsican state, Corsicans were more accustomed to calling him the governor directly.

Paulie met the two in the study, where he was crouching over the desk in a silver wig and reading something.

It wasn't until the two of them walked to the desk that Poly suddenly raised his head and beckoned them to sit down.

"Ah, Carlo, you're here." Paulie gave Carlo a brief hello and then focused his gaze on Lawrence.

"Well, this is what you say, your own brother, uh... Mr. Lawrence Bonaparte. ”

Paulie stared at Lawrence, his gaze very sharp, and said slowly: "I am glad that you are willing to join the Corsican independent enterprise like your brother. ”

"It's my pleasure." Lawrence also responded rudely.

Poly nodded and said casually: "Originally, all public offices in Corsica need to be elected by the masses... But since your brother Carlo strongly recommends you, I also trust Carlo's judgment. ”

Lawrence did not speak, knowing that this kind of favoritism would not go away in any era.

"So, what public office should I assign to you..."Paulie looked Lawrence up and down, seemingly very entangled, but in fact, he had already made up his mind:

"Ajaccio's patrol is missing a vice-captain, Mr. Lawrence, how?"

"Vice-Captain?" Before Lawrence could respond, Carlo on the side frowned first.

Carlo is well aware that although the position of the vice-captain is also a fat gap, dealing with many merchants and merchants on weekdays, there is a lot of oil and water to squeeze, but there is little room for political progress.

After all, this kind of person who makes a small profit from the masses must be notorious, and he should not expect to have his own votes in any election.

And Paulie also had ulterior motives for choosing this position, objectively speaking, this is indeed a fat difference, enough to gag Carlo's mouth. It also prevents Carlo from further expanding his influence in the Corsican Parliament.

"I will never allow two Bonapartes to appear in the Council of Corsica." Poly made up his mind in his heart.

Before Carlo could make any protests, Lawrence was the first to smile and nod, and said, "This is indeed a good public office." ”

"Oh? So Mr. Lawrence accepted it? I have prepared your letter of appointment in advance. Poly was overjoyed when he heard this, and said in a loud voice.

With that, Poly took out a piece of hard parchment from a pile of papers on his desk and handed it over.

At the same time, I was secretly happy in my heart: I deserved to be a hairy boy, and I would send away a little profit and a small favor.

"But..."

Lawrence, however, suddenly changed his tone and said, "I have heard that those who have done merit to Corsica must be rewarded." ”

Paulie's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what Lawrence was selling, so he had to hold up a smile, nodded and said:

"Of course, it's the same everywhere. If Mr. Lawrence can drive the Genoese from the north back to Italy, I will give you this chair to sit on. ”

Lawrence's face did not change, he was still smiling, and said unhurriedly:

"I don't have that much power, so I can only contribute a message to Governor Paulie."

"Oh? What's the news? Paulie and Carlo said in unison, both intrigued by Lawrence's words.

"A message that could save Corsica."