"Good morning, members of parliament and delegates attending the conference."

Poly propped his hands on the stage slightly, looked straight ahead fixedly, and said in a deep voice to the attendees.

For this scene, Poly has been carefully planning for a long time, and there is no need for any speech at this moment, all the words have been rehearsed countless times in his heart.

For Paulie, this was his final performance.

"As you have heard, this treaty is about the annexation of Corsica to England."

Poly's eyes skimmed over the parliamentarians in front of him, and they would support him horizontally and vertically anyway, so he stared at the deputies in the back row at the moment and said:

"The Kingdom of England is a great nation, a vast and powerful and wealthy country..."

When Paulie said this, his eyes were still sneaking a glance at His Excellency Pete.

"When Corsica is annexed to England, all of us will be able to draw bounty from it, and you think, if a rich England tilts its purse a little bit towards Corsica, the gold poured out will cover the whole island. The merchant ships of England will bring boatloads of wine and treasures, and the soldiers of England will defend us from wolves and jackals around us. ”

......

Paulie on the stage is still talking endlessly, from wealth to security, from freedom to power, and in Paulie's words, England has been described as a heaven on earth.

"At the same time..."

Paulie paused, his eyes sharpened, his voice raised his pitch slightly, and he said in a loud voice:

"If, I mean, this treaty is adopted by Parliament, then it will have the force of law and enter into force immediately. And in the process, if any Corsican citizen dares to thwart the process of integration, he is challenging the authority of the Corsican Parliament. I think you all know the consequences of this. ”

After Paulie finished speaking, he glanced at the guests who were still there, and then went straight down the stage and returned to his seat.

The delegates were stunned in their seats, and their minds were quickly thinking about what Poly had just said.

At this time, some of the keen delegates finally realized why Poly had invited them to the council, so that the whole merger process could proceed smoothly.

At the same time, in Pauly's words, they also clearly read two meanings, wooing and threatening.

Returning to his seat, Paulie glanced at the pendulum clock, still a little nervous, and glanced at Bishop Aikobair.

Bishop Ekobair nodded understandingly, stepped up to the podium, clapped his hands to silence the crowd, and then declared:

"Since the members of parliament had already been informed of the contents of the treaty in advance, the debate will not be held and the nine members of parliament will be invited to vote on the bill."

When Bishop Akobar's voice fell, everyone, including Paulie and Pete, couldn't help but hold their breath.

Even if Poly had already learned that the parliamentarians had all fallen to him, his heartbeat at this moment involuntarily began to speed up.

Pete licked his lips with some nervousness, and when the nine councillors had finished their performances like theatrical actors, his mission in Corsica was over.

The unsuspecting deputies raised their hearts to their throats, and they looked at each member of the long table, expecting them to cast that solemn vote on behalf of their position.

The echo of Bishop Aikbar's voice echoed through the auditorium, and the nine councillors stood silently and turned to face the delegates.

"Huh? How do I hear movement outside? ”

When the auditorium was completely silent, Poly faintly heard what seemed to be a chaotic footstep outside the auditorium, and muttered to himself in confusion.

"Auditory hallucinations, that's how people get old." Pete said with a smile after hearing Paulie's muttering.

"It's... Possibly. ”

Paulie shook his head and tossed the thoughts out of his head, took a deep breath, and then nodded to Bishop Ekobair, signaling that the vote could begin.

"I, Millers Becker, on behalf of the people of Ajaccio's eastern district, agree to the adoption of the treaty."

The first member of parliament stood solemnly, with a fist on his chest, and spoke out loud about his vote.

Immediately after him came the parliamentarians:

"I, Marek Michel, on behalf of the people of Ajaccio Nord, agree to the adoption of the treaty."

"I, Brady Nika, on behalf of the people of Ajaccio South, agree to the adoption of the treaty."

"I, Vester Mubarak, on behalf of the people of the western city of Ajaccio, agree to the adoption of the treaty."

"I, Carlo Bonaparte, on behalf of the people of Porto Vecchio, agree to the adoption of the treaty."

......

The loud voices of the councillors were constantly refracted and reflected in the auditorium, forming echoes.

It wasn't until the last member of parliament finished voting that Pauly's face finally relaxed, and the big stone that pressed on his heart had been removed ninety percent of it.

Most of the deputies in the back row sat pale in place, and no one expected that the so-called vote would be so one-sided.

And for most people, being told so abruptly that they were going to be British was completely unacceptable.

However, the voting process was over, and both Paulie and Pete could not help but smile from the heart, and Bishop Aikobar on the podium was clearing his throat to announce the results of the vote.

"So..."

Bishop Akobar also calmed his nervousness a little, and under the gaze of everyone, he said aloud:

"In the name of the Parliament of Corsica, I declare that this treaty has been adopted..."

"Wait!"

Just as Bishop Ekobair made a slow announcement, a sudden bang was heard at the entrance of the auditorium, followed by a loud snort.

This sudden change immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and people looked at the door in a daze.

This is the Doge's Palace, and now the Corsican Council is being held, who would dare to do such a thing.

The door to the auditorium was kicked open, creaking against the walls on either side.

Lawrence walked into the auditorium step by step, stood in the middle aisle, met everyone's blank gaze, bowed slowly, and said:

"I, Lawrence Bonaparte, on behalf of all the people of Corsica, do not agree with the adoption of the treaty."

Inside the auditorium, there was a deathly silence.

"Lawrence, you..."

Paulie stood up in a daze, her eyes locked on Lawrence.

He couldn't understand why Lawrence, who was supposed to be in Florence, was here, why there were heavily armed patrols behind him after he had been dismissed, why the guards at the gate did not resist......

Behind Lawrence were patrols that quickly occupied all corners of the auditorium, encircling those present like a large net.

Although the patrolmen were only standing in place, the sabers on their waists and the muskets behind their backs were already polished.

"Distinguished Councillors, and guests."

Lawrence directly ignored Paulie and Pete, who were stunned in place, walked to the podium and pushed the distracted Bishop Ekobair aside, stood in front of the stage and bowed to everyone, and said:

"There is a terrible riot going on in Ajaccio, and for your safety, I declare that the council is temporarily dissolved, and the guests can leave under our protection, and the rest, please follow us to a safe place."