In the last few days of January, Lawrence had a rare few days of peace.

The dockmen's union's retaliation will not come for a while, and as long as Lawrence no longer riskes his life into their territory in the West Side, those gang leaders will not be stupid enough to come to the North City to attack Lawrence.

Such a blatant challenge to Corsican law and order would definitely anger many powerful people, including Paulie.

In his spare time, Lawrence went to the patrol to supervise the work during the day, and at night he read quietly in the company of Anna, and occasionally Mrs. Dura invited Lawrence to dinner with Anna.

And on the payday at the end of the month, the patrolmen also received their first share in addition to their salary, and although the monthly amount was small, everyone could not help laughing at the gold coins lying in their hands, and supported the Bonaparte captain more and more.

Although Lawrence occasionally wished to spend such a peaceful time forever, he knew that the turning point in the fate of Corsica was near, and such a leisurely time would not last long.

Sure enough, in the early morning of the last day of January, there was a sharp knock on Lawrence's door.

Anna was still asleep, and an early riser Lawrence was sitting in the living room reading a book of second-rate knights with mediocre writing techniques.

Hearing a knock at the door, Lawrence put down his book and got up, and when he opened the door, he saw a man in a dark green coat with a badge on his chest with the image of the flag of the Republic of Corsica.

Lawrence remembers for a moment that he had seen this man in the Governor's Palace, apparently sent by Pauly.

"Please come in." Lawrence leaned over and stretched out his hand in response.

"No need," said the man, shaking his head, identifying himself.

"I am the secretary of the Governor of Pauli, and I hereby inform you that the Council of Corsican will hold an emergency meeting tomorrow, on the 1st of February, and that the Governor of Pauli has asked you to attend the meeting as a staff officer."

Lawrence nodded solemnly. As is customary, the next regular meeting of the Corsican parliament is supposed to be in early March, but Paulie obviously can't wait, and he must decide on a plan for Corsican's survival as soon as possible.

"Tell Governor Poly on my behalf, I understand."

"Hmm" The man's expression was also heavy, as Paulie's secretary, he must have known a thing or two about the dangerous situation in Corsica.

Poly's secretary left in a hurry after delivering the message, presumably on another job.

Lawrence, who returned to the living room, also sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought:

For now, only his plan is best suited to the current situation, so Paulie must be on the same side as Lawrence. But Lawrence does not know the attitude of other lawmakers with evil intentions.

Whether it was for Corsican or for his own sake, Lawrence had to make sure that the plan was passed. As long as you become the head of the plan, the political capital obtained and the resources mobilized are immeasurable.

Even so, Lawrence had no suitable solution for the time being, so he had to go into the study first, unfold the letterhead, and write a letter to his brother Councillor Carlo, hoping that the other party would stand with him at that time.

With the brotherly relationship between the two, coupled with the inside story that Carlo knows, he must not refuse.

As for how the other parliamentarians should be co-opted or deterred, Lawrence sat on the table for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion:

You have to start with Poly!

Although at the beginning of the establishment of the Corsican Republic, Pauli decentralized political power in the hands of the parliamentarians in order to co-opt the local forces and maintain order.

But there is no doubt that Pauli, who has an army in his hands, if he wants to go his own way, no one in the whole of Corsica can stop him.

At that time, the opinion of the parliament may not matter.

"Are you hungry, sir? I'm going to prepare breakfast. ”

Anna walked down from the second floor rubbing her sleepy eyes, still wearing a loose silk nightgown, and said to Lawrence in the study.

Lawrence glanced sideways, then quickly looked away from Anna's large area of exposed snow-white skin, pretended to be calm, coughed twice, and said:

"Ahem, don't be in a hurry, you change your clothes and help me deliver this letter to Councilor Carlo Bonaparte in Dongcheng District."

Anna nodded, obediently took the envelope with both hands, and turned back to the room to start changing.

Lawrence, on the other hand, tilted his head, trying to figure out how to persuade Governor Paulie to carry through their plan to the end.

The next day, early in the morning, at 7 a.m.

Although the council would not officially begin until 10 a.m., Lawrence was attending such a major meeting for the first time and chose to arrive early for more information.

Instead of wearing a patrol uniform, Lawrence chose a modest gentleman's uniform presented by Carlo.

The guards at the Doge's Palace had also heard of the famous Captain Bonaparte, and only after a brief check did Lawrence was allowed to enter.

When Lawrence walked through the door, he could faintly hear the guards behind him talking:

"That's Captain Bonaparte, what a young man."

"How good it would be to be able to work under him, I envy those patrolmen."

"It is"

...

Hearing such a conversation, Lawrence couldn't help but smile, it seemed that the two thousand gold coins were worth the money. Even soldiers from other posts have spread the word about it.

The Council of Corsican, located in the Doge's Palace, is an auditorium next to Pauli's residence, also built during the Genoese period, in a typical post-Renaissance architectural style.

The layout of the auditorium has been changed for the holding of the council, and near the entrance are six rows of seats, which are for the citizens who come to observe.

According to Corsican law, citizens have the right to sit in on the council, but today, due to the emergency meeting, it is not open to citizens.

Further inside, there was a large horseshoe-shaped table facing the door, where the councillors and the delegates were located, and the top seat was undoubtedly reserved for Governor Pauli.

At the front is a speaking table reserved for the Speaker who presides over the order and for members who need to make long speeches.

When Lawrence entered the auditorium, Governor Paulie was already present.

Because his official position is the general of the country, Poly is not wearing a silver wig today, but wearing a dark green military uniform with a dazzling gold medal on his chest.

Behind the table in front of Pauli was a bright-eyed old man with a low white bishop's hat and a white robe draped over his body, apparently the bishop of Corsica.

It's just that judging by his position, it seems that the position of Speaker is also held by him.

"Lawrence, you're here."

Paulie was discussing something with the bishop, his expression was very heavy, and when he saw Lawrence coming, he just tilted his head slightly and motioned for him to come and sit down.

The status of the two in front of him was much higher than his own, and Lawrence was not easy to interject, so he patiently listened to the discussion between the two.

The only thing the two are arguing about is Paulie and Lawrence's plan.

The plan was divided into two parts, one was to withdraw troops from the north to lure the Genoese south, and the other was to spread the word that there were large silver mines on Corsica.

The latter required a high degree of secrecy and did not require much official cooperation, so Poly did not intend to tell the council, but was prepared to do it directly and secretly with Lawrence.

But for the former, such a large-scale withdrawal could not be concealed and explained, and Pauly wanted to remove it from the agenda, but the bishop refused on the grounds that the withdrawal was in the interests of the people in the constituency, and asked to submit it to Parliament for discussion.

The two men argued bitterly, but the bishop never budged. For this representative of the church forces, Paulie has nothing to do with him for the time being.

In addition, this matter is indeed his own fault, if it is exposed, public opinion will be quite unfavorable to Poly, and Poly has to compromise and agree to add the withdrawal of troops to the agenda, preparing to think of a way on the way to the meeting.

And Lawrence's eyes, who had been listening from the sidelines, gradually became clear, as long as he confirmed that Poly's idea of withdrawing troops was firm enough, everything would be easy.

The methods of mobilizing the army around Parliament were simply innumerable in Lawrence's hands.

"And... It may be more beneficial for me to deliberately let parliament veto the withdrawal. ”

Lawrence's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but lick his upper lip and think so.