When Valewski learned that his chargé d'affaires had not returned at all, a latent sixth sense told Valewski that the chargé d'affaires military attache who had stolen France's "top secret" information was most likely killed.

As for who and where, Valevsky does not know anything.

"Alas! Originally, I wanted to kill him myself! Valewski sighed softly and muttered quietly.

According to the laws of the Second Reich, stealing "secret" documents and selling them to other countries was punishable by death.

Putting a good colonel rank and not doing it, but choosing to steal confidential documents and sell them, it is really an old birthday star who eats arsenic - impatient.

Although the chargé d'affaires military attache had been declared dead in Valewski's mind, he still had to do what he had to do.

After a light breakfast, Valewski left the French embassy and went to the residence of the Ottoman Interior Minister for help.

When Valevsky arrived at the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the cumin-flavored state secretary who received Walewski warmly asked him if he needed help.

After Walewski named himself to meet with the Minister of the Interior, the State Secretary of State rushed to the door of the minister's office.

Pushing open the door to the minister's office, Secretary of State saw the Secretary of State for the Interior correcting the documents.

"What happened?" Looking at the state secretary in front of him with a panicked expression, the Home Secretary asked as he flipped through the file.

"Big ...... Your Excellency, Chancellor! The short burst of running overwhelmed the unathletic secretary of state, who said intermittently: "Ambassador of France...... Valef ...... Ski...... On the first floor, he said he wanted to see you! ”

"Ambassador Valewski? What is he doing here? The Home Secretary subconsciously asked.

"No...... I don't know! The Secretary of State swallowed and foamed at the mouth of the Secretary of State in response.

"Then invite him in!" The Home Secretary immediately addressed the Secretary of State.

After the Secretary of State had been ordered to leave, the Secretary of State put down what he was doing and placed himself in a drawer, took out the tea set and black tea, and then called in the officers who were coming and going outside the door to give an order to deliver water.

The treatment of the envoys of a great power like Valevsky must be supplemented with the highest courtesy, otherwise he will be surprised by the amusement of his friends, and he, the Minister of the Interior, will be considered to have done his job.

After about a minute, the staff filled the teapot with boiling water.

The Home Secretary gently breaks a piece of the tea cake made from black tea and puts it in a teapot, stirring gently to blend the water with the tea leaves.

The crystal clear boiling water turns red at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the spout emits milky white water vapor.

The minister put the lid on the teapot, and the state secretary arrived in the minister's office with Valevsky.

"You may be seated! Mr. Valevski! The Home Secretary extended an invitation to Wallewski in fluent French.

Valewski sat across from the Home Secretary.

Then the Home Secretary said slowly: "Just wait a little for tea!" ”

A few minutes later, a burst of heat came from the spout, and the Home Secretary carefully poured the black tea into the coffee cup, one of which was given to Valewski and the other for himself.

Valevsky picked up the coffee cup and blew softly, and the water vapor floating on the surface of the black tea was instantly blown away, and the tea surface rippled.

After taking a sip and feeling the fragrance of black tea on the tip of his tongue, Valewski couldn't help but praise "good tea".

The Home Secretary pursed his lips and smiled reservedly, then got down to business and asked Valewski: "Mr. Ambassador, I don't know if you need our help with anything!" ”

"That's right! There is a chargé d'affaires military attache in our embassy who did not return all night last night! I wonder if something has happened, so I'm here to ask for your help! Valewski said word for word to the Home Secretary.

"Your chargé d'affaires disappeared into Constantinople?" The Home Secretary unconsciously raised his voice, and he suddenly felt that he was about to face a hot potato.

If the chargé d'affaires did not die, everything is fine!

If the chargé d'affaires died, the Ottoman Empire would face a complex political problem.

If the French Empire insisted on going its own way, then the Ottoman Empire could only make amends.

Not to mention that the Ottoman Empire was now in the midst of complex diplomatic issues, and the slightest carelessness would lead to a huge political crisis.

"Please rest assured! I'll be sure to give you an explanation! The Home Secretary, who also did not bother to taste tea after hearing the news, hastened to reassure Walevsky.

"Then as soon as possible!" Valewski bowed slightly, then drank the black tea in his cup.

After Valewski left, the Home Secretary went crazy and took it in for a sieve search.

Under the frantic urging of the Minister of the Interior, the Ministry of the Interior spent an afternoon surveying every street in Constantinople.

Finally found clues in the slums, and following this clue, they found Konstantin. Klein, and pressed about his connection with the chargé d'affaires.

The Minister of the Interior immediately put Konstantin. Clay was brought to Valewski.

Looking at the guy in front of him, who was almost 20 years old, Valewski swelled up with curiosity.

"What do you do?" Valevsky asked Konstantin. Klein Road.

Lost his parents and sister Konstantin. Like a soulless walking corpse, Klein replied in a sinister manner: "What not to do!" ”

"Since you don't do anything, where did you learn your French!" Valewski asked Konstantin again. Klein Road.

"Self-taught!" Constantine. Klein responded mechanically.

"Self-taught?" Walewski looked the soulless guy in front of him up and down, and he couldn't help but be amazed at his ability to learn.

"How did you know the chargé d'affaires!" Valevsky vs. Konstantin. Klein Road.

"Chargé d'affaires?" Constantine. Klein looked at Valewski quizzically.

"You wouldn't know that he was the chargé d'affaires, would you?" Valevsky vs. Konstantin. Cleo.

"Where is he now? Where "Konstantin heard the news about his parents. Crane roared like crazy.

If it weren't for the suppression of the servants of the embassy, Konstantin would have pounced on Valevsky.

"It's a pity! We've lost contact with him since last night! Valewski spread his hands and said helplessly.

Konstantin who heard the news of the disappearance of the chargé d'affaires. Klein looked desperate, the disappearance of the chargé d'affaires meant that his parents and sister would never return.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Valewski asked Konstantin again. Klein, from Konstantin. After Klein was brought here, Walewski knew nothing about him.

Konstantin told Valevsky his story.

Two years ago, Konstantin was a poor boy born in a slum and working as a tour guide for outsiders with a little talent for languages.

At that time, although he had no money, he was very happy.

Until the arrival of the chargé d'affaires, the chargé d'affaires discovered Konstantin's linguistic talent, and he needed a man with a strong linguistic talent to act as a white glove.

In order to force Konstantin to agree, the chargé d'affaires military attaché and others threatened Konstantin's parents and sister, demanding that he do things for them.

In order to get him to spare his parents, Konstantin could only submit to the chargé d'affaires.

At first, the chargé d'affaires military attache only asked him to help with small-scale smuggling, and as time went on, the ambitions of the chargé d'affaires military attaché grew.

The chargé d'affaires began to send some unimportant French documents to the black market through his hands, and used them to earn profits, and the money in his hands increased......

"You mean, you've already sold the intelligence to the Russian minister?" Valevsky asked Konstantin Dao.

"Yes!" Konstantin repeated the contents of the letter word for word.

A faint smile appeared on Valewski's lips, which lasted for a moment and then disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Mr. Constantine, your actions have seriously endangered the security of the French Empire!" Valevsky looked at Konstantin with a serious expression. Klein said.

"I know, I'm going to be on the gallows, right? I should have died anyway! "Konstantin. Klein replied discouragedly.

"No, no, no! I wanted to ask, would you be interested in serving us! "Valevsky took a fancy to Konstantin. Crane's talent for language and long-sleeved dancing is a difficult thing to be able to sell information and then others want to believe it.

If he wants to use this ability in the arms deal......

Thinking of this, Valevsky decided to extend an olive branch to the guy in front of him: "The reason why you are like this is because you don't have a strong force behind you, and now join us, you will be able to obtain the most powerful power in the world as a shield." ”

"I ......" Konstantin. Klein glanced at Valewski and said with a wry smile, "Is it possible for me to refuse?" ”

"Sir, you don't!" Valewski confidently said: "No one will refuse our invitation!" ”

"Revenge is not your only goal, I believe that your parents will never let you stay in the idea of revenge all the time!" Valevsky came to Konstantin in front of him.

Konstantin recalled the warmth of that time, and the pain gradually replaced by warmth.

"If that guy is still alive, I'll let you finish that guy personally! The guy who betrayed France will never allow a fool to be above this world! Valevsky patted Konstantin on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you!" Constantine. Klein Walewski expressed his gratitude.

Since then, there has been one less broker in this world, and one more merchant in the Near East who spreads death.

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