The midday sun shone in through the auditorium window and shone on Lawrence's back, creating a halo of moldy and hazy light in the eyes of the crowd.

"I... Is this a dream?! ”

Some of the guests muttered to themselves with pale faces, and everything that had happened since the beginning of Paulie's announcement of the treaty had been as unacceptable to them as a bizarre dream.

The councillors in the front row were no better than the deputies, and they all shivered nervously as they looked nervously at the heavily armed patrols around them, who had not been told by Lawrence that they could leave.

Carlo, on the other hand, stood at the long table like the other councillors, silently watching Lawrence on the stage.

Although he knew the inside story in advance and was not as flustered as the other councillors, Carlo couldn't help but have a complicated expression when he looked at his younger brother standing on the stage giving orders.

Two years ago, when Carlo wrote to invite Lawrence to Ajaccio, he thought of using his power to promote his own brother and keep him in his shadow.

But looking at the present, Carlo looked at Lawrence in the blinding sunlight, and he already understood that in Corsica from now on, he would need to rely on Lawrence's shadow.

At this moment, the auditorium has become the center of the storm in Corsica, and no delegate wants to risk losing his head to get involved in this change.

So the delegates, though they did not react to the situation, heard that Lawrence had promised to protect them from the Doge's Palace, and they hurriedly rose one after another, and ran towards the door with no regard for grace.

Some of the delegates sitting in the middle even overturned the benches and stepped out of the hall just to get out of the auditorium faster.

Poly lay in his chair as if he was paralyzed, barely a trace of blood on his face, silently listening to the noise and shouts of the delegates as they fled the door.

Several of Pete's personal entourage also rushed up to Pitt's side, protecting their master in the middle, staring at Lawrence in horror and uneasiness.

"This is Governor Paulie..."

After ordering a few patrolmen to escort the delegates away, old Sean walked up to Lawrence, stared timidly at Paulie in front of him, and whispered:

"It's the first time I've seen him so close."

For an old man like Shaun Sr., who has experienced the entire Republic of Corsica from its inception to the present, Pasqualai Pauli is undoubtedly a thunderous name.

Now that he is surrounded by weapons to surround this legendary figure, this also gives old Sean a sense of unreal distortion.

Grosso felt the same way as Shaun Sr., except that the object of his attention was William Pitt on the side.

For the famous former Prime Minister of England, Grosso also couldn't imagine that he would one day be able to stand on the stage and look down on such a big man.

Of course, both of them also understand who the people who have allowed them to do this are the ones who are there.

"Monsieur Bonaparte, the guests have been evacuated."

Old Sean gave Lawrence a somewhat lame salute and said, in this auditorium of the Governor's Mansion that he had never dared to think of before, Old Sean's demeanor couldn't help but be much more respectful.

The guests in the back row had all left, leaving only rows of staggered benches in place.

The great auditorium fell silent again, and the councillors turned pale with fright, constantly remembering if they had ever acted against Lawrence, or what bargaining chips could have bought Lawrence to spare him.

As for the front of the long table, Paulie, who was directly opposite Lawrence, kept his eyes closed and didn't say a word as if he didn't belong to this world.

Pete stared at Lawrence in silence, and it was only then that he realized that he had been completely wrong about the young man for the past month or so.

He was not a lamb to be at his disposal, and when he put on his suave skin and showed his monstrous fangs, Pete realized that it was too late.

"And—" Lawrence said with a nod to old Shaun:

"Take someone to find Khalaid, and if you find it, you don't have to report it to me, just throw it to the citizens outside."

"Yes."

Old Sean couldn't help but feel a chill in his back after receiving the order, but on the way to come, he saw the crowd of angry citizens, and after throwing Harred into it, it was estimated that there was not even a single bone left.

After hearing Lawrence's order, Paulie's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he sighed faintly, and slowly opened his eyes to look at Lawrence, but his eyes were already cloudy, and there was no trace of energy.

"Haled... What did you just say about the riot for this? ”

Paulie's voice suddenly grew old, as if ten years of life had passed in just a few minutes.

Lawrence glanced at Poly expressionlessly, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right." ”

"That's right... If I had done it to Khalaid right then..."

Poly drooped his eyes, chattered uncontrollably, and chuckled self-deprecatingly from time to time, saying:

"That's not going to work, you'll always find a reason to get in here anyway."

With that, Poly grabbed the armrest of the chair again, turned sideways with great effort, looked around at the patrolmen around him, grinned miserably, and said:

"Look at these boys, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you used on them, let them take such a risk to follow you, you were obviously removed..."

"Alright, Governor Paulie."

Lawrence directly waved his hand to interrupt Paulie's endless chatter, and said coldly:

"If you say that, you are acknowledging that you are responsible for the crimes committed by Haled, right?"

Paulie and the councillors present couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they heard this, in the past, any Corsican dared to point at Pauly and ask him for his guilt.

But when they saw the patrols surrounded by them, they immediately recognized the reality, and silently sighed in their hearts:

The days of Corsican have indeed changed.

Paulie lay in silence in his chair for a long time before he recovered from this huge gap, and then adjusted his mood a little, sat down and looked at Lawrence and said:

"What do you want to say, Lawrence?"

Although he has been directly generalized by Lawrence, Pauli still knows that he still has the biggest bargaining chip in his hands, that is, at this moment, the supreme leader of Corsica is still him, Pasqualai Pauli.

Lawrence saw that Paulie had regained his spirits, and knew that he wanted to formally negotiate with him, so he said:

"Even as the Governor, you must bear the responsibility and guilt of this riot."

"Yes, tell me, what responsibility am I going to have?"

Paulie stared straight at Lawrence and asked without the slightest hint of politeness.

The empty auditorium echoed through the exchange of words between the two men, and the rest, including His Excellency Pete, listened with bated breath and silently watched the two representing the old and new Corsica, respectively.

"In the exercise of your governorship, you have made an unforgivable mistake in decision-making, which has caused incalculable damage to the Corsicans and directly caused the riot today, therefore, in order to calm the anger of the people and express your apologies..."

Lawrence propped his hands on the podium, looked down at Paulie, and said in a deep voice:

"Abdicate, Governor."