In order not to arouse suspicion, Lawrence sent someone to secretly send Grosso and three wounded patrolmen to Grosso's own station halfway through.

And the Earl's retinue has been imprisoned in a dungeon by Lawrence.

"Is it all taken care of?"

Lawrence sat in the lobby of the residency and asked Old Shaun as he came up from the dungeon.

Old Sean scratched his head a little embarrassed and said:

"Uh... Monsieur Bonaparte, you have brought a little too many people this time, and the cell cannot be closed. ”

"It's okay, it's okay to huddle together."

Lawrence waved his hand and said:

"They won't be in the dungeon for long anyway."

"Won't it stay long?"

Old Sean pondered this sentence with some confusion, but did not ask Lawrence out loud.

As a human spirit, old Sean knows very well what he should know and what he shouldn't.

"Old Sean, among those people, bring me a sober-minded one..."

Lawrence was instructing old Shaun when he suddenly remembered the Maria who had argued with him just now, and he didn't seem to have drunk much, and it should have been easier to ask, so he said:

"By the way, bring the man who just called himself a gentleman."

"Yes."

Old Shaun answered, turned and went back to the dungeon, and in a few moments led Maria to Lawrence's side.

With nine points of horror and one part of anger on her face, Maria walked up to Lawrence uneasily.

He had just walked around the dungeon and saw the numbness and pain of the other prisoners, but at this moment he didn't even have the confidence to do so:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte... What you want to do. ”

Lawrence patted the chair next to him and said with a smile:

"You may be seated, Mr. Gentleman."

Then, Lawrence said to the old Sean behind him:

"Old Sean, you go to the dungeon to supervise and set up those Englishmen."

"Understood."

Old Sean hurried away after dropping these words, as shrewd as he understood what Lawrence meant at once, and did not want a third person to hear the conversation with the Englishman.

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, Your Excellency! Believe me, I really didn't take part in the brawl, I didn't fight the four Corsicans. ”

Maria sat tremblingly beside Lawrence, and as soon as she sat down, she was babbling on and on.

"Okay, I ask, you answer, as long as you cooperate well, I will find out the truth, understand?"

Lawrence waved his hand to interrupt Maria's chatter and said bluntly:

"What's your name? Where did it come from? What does it do? ”

"My name is Maria Hawke, I'm from London, and I'm... is a doctor. ”

"I came here on the Reason, why did I come to Ajaccio?" Lawrence nodded and asked.

"This..."

Maria's face showed obvious hesitation, and after a moment of pause, she said:

"Came with my employer."

"Employers? Who is your employer? ”

The answer he wanted was already close at hand, Lawrence suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked with an unchanged face.

When Maria heard this question, her expression froze for a moment, and then she said nervously with a divergent gaze:

"It's... He was a wealthy businessman named Lules Hannah. ”

Lawrence glanced at Maria, his gaze that had nowhere to be placed was typical of lying in stressful situations.

In addition, the identity of the employer mentioned by Maria did not match the count that Lawrence knew, so Lawrence directly warned in a deep voice:

"Mr. Maria, a kind reminder that I will ask the same question to the others, and it would be interesting if I got a different answer."

Maria swallowed nervously, and he could tell Lawrence that he knew he was lying.

"What's more..."

Lawrence looked at Maria, who was trembling all over, and continued:

"If everyone else gives the same answer, and you, Mr. Maria, give me a different answer, I'll have to reconsider who is the leader of this brawl."

"I... I..."

Maria froze incoherently in place, and finally managed to utter a complete sentence:

"But, Lord Bonaparte, the identity of that employer, we have all been ordered, and we really cannot reveal it..."

"Well, it seems that Mr. Maria is very contractual."

Lawrence's sharp eyes swept over Maria's face and said slowly:

"I guess I should talk to the others, I'm sure not everyone is as determined as you are, and you can go back to the dungeon."

Hearing Lawrence's words, Maria remained in her seat, and let him go back to the dark and damp dungeon, which was as uncomfortable as death, and it was not the place for a well-educated gentleman like him.

What's more, in Maria's eyes, once the iron door that imprisoned her is closed, who knows if there will be a chance to open it.

Lawrence also sensed Maria's struggle, and instead of urging him to leave, he sat in his seat and waited for him to make a decision.

After a while, I heard Mary suddenly say urgently:

"He... His name was William Pitt, and he was also the Earl of Chatham, and he was a politician. I can only tell you so much, Sir Bonaparte! ”

This short sentence seemed to drain Maria's whole body, and after saying that, she collapsed in her chair as if she were in collapse.

William Pitt... William Pitt Sr?!

Lawrence's pupils trembled slightly, and the appearance of this name was really beyond his expectations.

Although William Pitt may not be outstanding throughout history, if you focus on Europe at the end of the eighteenth century, his name is definitely thunderous.

Because he was the former Prime Minister of the Kingdom of England and was the number one contributor to the victory of the English army in the Seven Years' War, even Frederick the Great of Prussia once commented on him:

"After a long period of colic, England has produced a real man"

In spite of all his thoughts, Lawrence pretended not to care as if he had heard a peasant's name, but nodded in satisfaction, and did not continue to inquire about William Pitt.

Lawrence knew very well in his heart that after Maria was put back, she would definitely be questioned about the content of the conversation with him, and if he continued to ask at this moment, he would be out of touch with the subject of the interrogation brawl.

Later, Lawrence casually asked a few things about the tavern at the time, and Maria was very excited about these questions, and told her innocence vigorously.

"Alright, Mr. Maria, I believe in your innocence, you won't be in the dungeon for long."

After a few moments, Lawrence interrupted Maria impatiently and drove him back to the dungeon.

With Maria's departure, Lawrence can finally empty his mind and begin to ponder the information he has just arrived based on the memories of his previous life:

"William Pitt... It's 1770, so he shouldn't be the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. ”

In Lawrence's memory, Pitt lost political power in 1768 and was forced to resign from the premiership and be given the title of Earl of Chatham.

Obtaining a title of nobility was not a good thing for British politicians, as it meant that they would not be able to operate in the House of Commons and would have to stay in the House of Lords, which had little power.

And Pitt's willingness to leave the political center of London this time and take a huge political risk to come to remote Corsica made Lawrence believe that he must have come for some unknown purpose.

As the former Prime Minister of the Kingdom of England, it is no wonder that Paulie received such a high-level reception for his visit that day.

What puzzled Lawrence even more was that such a character chose to hide his identity and came to Corsica on a warship.

Such a combination can only show one thing, and that is that Pitt's visit to Corsica will not be a private act, but a representative of England's talks with Pauly.

Moreover, the content of the talks, I am afraid, must be concealed from the secret agreements of the Corsicans, and even from neighboring countries.

"It's just a small step closer to the truth... William Pitt, what exactly is he and Paulie plotting? ”