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In order to survive, human beings can do anything that is unimaginable on a daily basis, including selling what they have to sell, including overthrowing the ruling class and carrying out a new power shuffle.

It is precisely because of the weaknesses of human nature that we have taken advantage of the dissatisfaction of the people and are gradually on the verge of breaking out. Li Lin dared to make such an almost absurd request to Richelieu. On the other hand, as long as the bishops got enough food to fill the gap, the food of the V.E company would not be of much significance, and Li Lin's blackmail, that empty and unfounded agreement, would naturally not be realized.

It was an ideal strategy to get paid to the bottom of the kettle, completely hitting the weakness of V.E, and it looked flawless.

But like all bad ideas look like good ideas before they are discovered, the bishop's plan for defaults has a loophole that will be difficult to fill in the first place.

It was only a day before the envoys sent to various countries left the royal capital of Lüdes, and all kinds of rumors poured out of the gloom into the streets and alleys, and swept through the royal capital like a fire.

[The prime minister is in a heretical country!]

[The Minister of Foreign Affairs is Albion's spy, and he has sent someone to contact Albion to agree on a date for the attack!]

[The government intends to cede the territory! It will exchange the territory for food from the Albionyans!]

[The Prime Minister's family is bringing in grain from Castile and preparing to stock up on Juqi!]

......

The rumours have been varied, but they all have one thing in common - they are all directed against the Prime Minister of Richelieu and the Foreign Minister of Metternich, all claiming that they are in touch with foreign countries and are preparing to commit treason.

What is even more bizarre is that someone has a nose and an eye to claim that the gold-rimmed carriage of the Marquis of Essex, the ambassador of Albion, drove into the palace of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and unloaded boxes of jewels and gold from the car, and a very cute-looking boy......

Pity God. Every day, after approving official documents, he fell asleep, and had sex with his wife once a month, sometimes twice. So many years have passed. The Countess's belly was as unchanged as a stone sculpture, and even the Foreign Secretary's son had been inherited from a relative's house. How could such a foreign minister have the body to go and with a cute boy?

Anyone with few independent analysis skills can find as many loopholes as these rumors, but ordinary people don't care whether they are rational or not, they just need to know that their lives are not good. For others, it is enough to make a fortune and reap the benefits of it. Alerted by some of the Good Samaritans, the crowd quickly surrounded the Count of Metternich's mansion, shattering every window of the mansion with everything they could throw. The knight of public security, who was overflowing with patriotism, watched coldly from the sidelines. He muttered, "Why isn't the old thing dead?"

The big men - to be specific, the bishop's political opponents had no time left to pay attention to the half-dead Metternich. It's rare to have good ammunition to provide to the door, if you don't hurry up and kill that [red-skinned old dog], when will you wait?

"There is indeed a food shortage at the moment, but the people are very strong in supporting it. And what about some of us? What about the food that kneels down to the Albions and licks the eyes of the orcs? What do the Heroic Spirits who have fallen under Calais, Flanders, Brittany, and Normandy think when they know of such a thing? Knowing that their children live on the handouts of their enemies, the Heroic Spirits will surely roll in their graves in anger!!"

"This is an out-and-out traitor! We must hang the traitors on the gallows! No, they should be burned at the stake! All traitors should be burned to death!!"

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, and the Minister for Foreign Affairs. Only on behalf of the Church and all good people who believe in the Mother Goddess. May I ask if there is any conspiracy between you and the heretics......"

All kinds of harsh accusations, like interrogative inquiries, were pressed by Metternich and Richelieu, and if it weren't for the king's adoption of the "most important thing to deal with the crisis at present", I am afraid that this irrational rush might really bring down the two important ministers at once. Now, even the process of overthrowing the cabinet has been completed, and it has entered the stage of filing a lawsuit by the Supreme Court and the Inquisition.

Even so. The emaciated Foreign Secretary was forced to leave his post due to a sudden illness and return to his home, where the rotten leaves and rotten eggs had been cleaned and the windows had been repaired.

"Sir. ”

Outside the curtain came the voice of the old butler.

"The Prime Minister said that he had an urgent matter to look for you, and said that he would meet with you no matter what......"

"Come closer...... I want to hear it clearly. ”

After a dry cough, hoarse, sticky words passed through the curtain. The old butler with the tip of his ear tied the dark red brocade separately to the left and right. Speaking to the bright red coat at the door of the bedroom:

"Prime Minister, please come over, my lord can't speak loudly anymore, and the doctor has also instructed us not to make him too excited......"

Nodding, and when the old woman's chattering butler had left, Richelieu locked the door, shrouded the door with a soundproof barrier, and stood on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so embarrassed. The Foreign Minister tilted his neck and put a grim smile on his face: "Let you see this sick look again." ”

"My friend!!"

The cold-faced prime minister witnessed the dead face of his old friend, stared at the weakness and gloom in his eyes, and squeezed out a sad lament from his trembling thin lips. The cold eyes that were sunken into the sockets were also covered with a layer of mist.

The Count of Metternich had often recuperated in the past with a variety of ailments, but this time was particularly strict. The medical team has not been able to confirm what kind of disease the count is suffering from, some say typhoid fever, some say malaria. But in Richelieu's view, the serious psychological illness of Metternich is the root cause. The psychological anxiety and sorrow have not disappeared, and the illness on the body will definitely linger.

In the final analysis, a great deal of responsibility for the achievement of foreign affairs should be placed on the prime minister's head.

Richelieu himself knew deep down that this was not the best time to push forward with that [continental system] plan. At his last meeting before the launch, Metternich also expressed misgivings. But Richelieu is unwilling to let a hairy boy pass through the influence of money on the country's political ecology, even to the point of being in a terrible situation that can influence the national policy system. The prime minister, who couldn't swallow that bad breath, was driven by that sense of crisis and indignation, but still made the decision to launch the plan.

At that time, with high spirits and a hint of luck, the bishop now witnessed his own defeat with sadness, and the disgraced face of his old friend. Nothing can be undone.

-- This is the price of his whims. (To be continued.) )