"Rest assured, Mr. Fouad! You are the most important partner of our French Empire! We, the French Empire, will never abandon their friends! ”

In order to make Fouad. Effendi was better at working for the interests of the French Empire, and Valevsky reassured the "traitor".

Fouad who received Walewski's reply. Effendi had a smile of joy on his face, and now Fouad. Edeven had firmly tied the interests of the Ottoman Empire to those of the French Empire.

"It is a great honour for me to be a friend of the French Empire! I also hope that the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire will be able to support each other and help each other on the road in the future! "Fouad. Effendi said to Walewski.

"Hmm!" Valewski Chong Foad. Effendi nodded, affirming his remarks, then clapped his hands again.

After a while, a servant residing in the embassy (who was actually a member of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the National Intelligence Service) brought a glassware with whiskey. Effendi also got up.

"Sit down! Mr. Fouad! Valewski greeted Fouad in a cordial and commanding tone. Effendi said.

Fouad. Effendi sat back down on the couch. In Fouad. Under Edifen's gaze, Wallewski, who pinched the neck of the glass, carefully poured the whiskey in the glassware into Fouad. In Eddiefen's glass, the bottomed glass was quickly filled.

Later, Valewski filled his own glass.

Valewski, who had placed the glassware on the table, raised his glass and said to Fouad: "To friendship! ”

"To friendship!" Fouad. Effendi also raised his glass in response.

After a glass of whiskey, Walewski felt like a flame burning in his stomach, and a whisky with an alcohol content of more than 53% was no less powerful than Oriental liquor.

"No more!" Valewski pretended to be overwhelmed and rushed at Fouad. Effendi waved his hand and said euphemistically, "I won't leave you here any longer!" ”

Two glasses of whiskey under the belly of Fouad. Edeven didn't show anything out of the ordinary, and he hurriedly got up to say goodbye to Valewski.

Stay until Fouad. After Edeven left the embassy, Wallewski, who was slumped on the sofa, suddenly sat down on the sofa as if nothing was happening, his expression unusually serious, as if he was about to make a big decision.

After a while, the Mission's Chargé d'Affaires (the equivalent of an acting ambassador, usually a person who acts as an ambassador when the ambassador returns to the country to report on his duties) came to the couch where Valevsky was.

The chargé d'affaires, who had learned of Valewski's identity by chance from an acquaintance in Paris, had been carefully waiting on the guy in front of him, for fear that he would be upset in any way.

Valewski's serious expression at the moment made the chargé d'affaires feel that there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

"You say, is this Fouad really on our side?" Just when the chargé d'affaires military attache was confused, Valewski's voice reached his ears.

The chargé d'affaires hurriedly said to Valewski: "Minister Fouad must be sincere in his desire to join us, otherwise he would not have agreed to hand over the ruling power of the Holy Land to us!" ”

"Stupid!" Valevsky glanced at the chargé d'affaires and said coldly: "How do you know that this is not something that Fouad planned early on!" Take advantage of the conflict between the French Empire and the Ottoman Empire and let us lose both with them. ”

"No...... Impossible! "The chargé d'affaires had a sense of absurdity, and he did not think that such a possibility would exist.

"Be careful, there's nothing wrong with that!" Once again, Valewski told the reckless guy in front of him: "Now the situation in the Ottoman Empire is getting worse and worse!" The slightest mistake could lead to a Europe-wide war! We have to be more careful! ”

"Yes!" The chargé d'affaires military attache immediately said loudly.

Later, Walewski returned to the telegraph room, where he was to wait for news from Paris.

On the other side, Fouad departed from the French Embassy. Edeven turned to the current Prime Minister of the Ottoman Empire, Mohammed. The residence of Prime Minister Ali.

Walk through the courtyard of birds and flowers and appear in Fouad. In front of Edeven was a two-storey mansion that was very similar in style to some of the Parisian mansions.

A mansion like this in Constantinople, a place full of onion-headed churches, seems too Westernized.

Fouad. Edify knew that the mansion and the garden were designed by Muhammad. Senior French designer hired by Prime Minister Ali.

Don't look at Muhammad. Ali's name seems so halal, in fact, the prime minister can be said to be a relatively small group of people in the entire court with a relatively high degree of Westernization.

He is also proficient in the mainstream languages of Russian, French, German, and English, and it can be said unceremoniously that even in the current decaying Ottoman court, its degree of Westernization and the urgency of thinking about change are far behind some countries in the East.

Not to mention, the current Ottoman Empire is still able to engage in a certain degree of confrontation with the Russian Empire.

Even in World War I, it was still able to play as brilliant as Gallipoli.

Guys who don't open their eyes and see how the world is changing can't survive in the Ottoman Empire at all.

Led by a servant of Greek origin, Fouad. Eddie Fen went to a room on the second floor of the mansion.

Open the door to the room, Muhammad. Ali's figure appeared in front of Fouad's eyes. He was standing in the room hunched over and wiping the porcelain, each of which was of great value from the Far East, many of which were supposed to have been given to Muhammad by merchants from Constantinople. Ali's "collectibles".

Thinking of this, Fouad. There was a hint of envy in Effendi's eyes.

Power is an irresistible toxin, capable of paralyzing a person and rejuvenating a dying person, as well as turning an energetic guy into a dead man's head overnight.

"Master, Minister Fouad is here!" The Greek servants spoke fluently to Muhammad. Ali reported.

"That's it! I know! "Muhammad. Ali stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Afoad. Edeven said, "What did the French side say?" ”

"Ambassador Valewski told me that France will not send troops later than the end of June at the earliest!" Fouad. Eddie Fen to Muhammad. Ali reported, then added: "However, they said that they would definitely join the fight!" ”

"This group of French people just wants us to die!" Muhammad. Ali said with his usual scheming thinking: "As long as we fight with the Russian Empire, then they can take advantage of the fire to rob!" Aren't they afraid that we will take refuge in the Russian Empire? ”

"You can't take refuge!" Fouad. Edifan hurried to Muhammad. Ali Dao.

"Why?" Muhammad. Ali glanced at Fouad. Edfen, he doesn't know which side this guy is on right now.

"Valewski told me that as soon as the Ottoman Empire decides to be on the side of Russia, then the French Empire will clean us up with the Russian Empire!!" Fouad. Edfen to Muhammad. Ali said.

"Humph! Damn the French! Do they think they are still living in Napoleon's time? "Muhammad. Ali shouted angrily.

Fouad. Edfen did not speak, and from Walewski's words, he heard Valewski's confidence.

Perhaps in his eyes, the Ottoman Empire and the Russian Empire combined were really far from the French Empire.

"Your Excellency, the fleet of the French Empire is enough to wipe out our fleet with the Russian Empire!" Fouad. Edfen reminded Muhammad. Ali Dao.

Hear about Fouad. Edifin's reminder of Muhammad. Ali was like a deflated football, unable to say a word with his lips curled.

Once the Ottoman Empire lost its sea supremacy, the entire European sector of the Ottoman Empire had to be discarded.

When the time comes, the French Imperial army will only have to fight against the Russian Empire.

In this game of great powers, the Ottoman Empire was nothing more than a toy of the great powers.

"What can you do?" Muhammad. Ali was a little discouraged, and he asked Fouad. Effendi said.

"Drag!" Fouad. Effendi gave a solution that was not a solution, "With the Ottoman Empire, there is no way to fight the Russian Empire, so we will draw Britain or France into the war." Now that the French Empire has said that it wants to enter the war, we can only cooperate with the French Empire to drag it on. When the French Empire is reorganized and joins the battlefield, it will be time for us to settle accounts with the Russian Empire. ”

"This ......" Muhammad. Ali pondered for a moment before turning to Fouad I. "If you say that, you could be scapegoated and deposed, or even your life at risk," Eddie said. ”

"If I can drag it out until the French Empire enters, then I voluntarily resign!" Fouad. Edeven showed his different attitude in the Ambassador's residence, "As for the life-threatening situation, I don't think it's possible. I trust Ambassador Walewski that they will not let my pro-French faction die because of this. ”

"In that case, let's do as you say!" Muhammad. Ali sighed again, "If there is really no way, I will resign too!" It would be enough to let that guy Reshed re-enter the post of Prime Minister, and he didn't always say that he had a deep friendship with the British ambassador. Let's see if his ambassador of deep friendship can help him! ”

"Yes!"

That night, Walewski finally waited for a telegram from Paris.

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