From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Yan and Grosso, both of them will have great responsibilities in the future. Anna can give her some training opportunities in the future. Her potential cannot be underestimated."

On the way to the Governor's Palace, Lawrence took stock of his current power in his mind.

Lawrence can trust the loyalty and abilities of Ya'an, Grosso and Anna. In addition, Major Trifali and Lieutenant Seth in the army seem to be on his side.

The more than one hundred people in the patrol only obeyed Lawrence's orders, and most of the former soldiers of the Fourth Battalion would also follow him.

Carlo, who was active in politics, would undoubtedly support his younger brother. Coupled with the public support of Ajaccio, Lawrence could not help but feel a little more confident when standing in front of the gate of the Governor's Palace.

Today, he is no longer the kid who just arrived in Corsica and relied on Paulie's breath to survive.

Even if Pauli wanted to suppress Lawrence, he could not suppress him to death in one step, otherwise even Governor Pauli would be a little overwhelmed by the backlash from various forces.

Of course, compared to Paulie, the power Lawrence currently controls is still insignificant, and now is not the time to compete with him for power. The most important thing now is to maintain the relationship with Poly and continue to expand his authority to wait for the right time.

"Ah, M. Bonaparte, you are here."

The guard at the door was already very familiar with Lawrence. When he saw Lawrence, he took the initiative to salute and let him go.

Although Lawrence did not come as a member of the military today, the guards opened the iron door directly for Lawrence without conducting a body search.

Lawrence tilted his head slightly in return, and said in passing:

"Inform Governor Pauli's secretary for me. I'll wait for him in the restaurant."

"yes!"

Lawrence, who was sitting in the restaurant, waved to the waiter and ordered a cup of coffee and a plate of soft cake. As soon as he picked up the porcelain cup and took a few sips, Pauli's secretary came to find Lawrence.

"Does the Governor have time now? I want to see him."

Lawrence asked his secretary as he stuffed a piece of soft cake into his mouth with his fork.

"You can have an interview with the Governor now, M. Bonaparte."

The secretary stood upright in front of Lawrence and said unsmilingly.

"Huh? It seems like today is quite a coincidence."

Lawrence drank the coffee in his cup, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said casually.

"No, Governor Paoli has given instructions that M. Bonaparte may see him at any time."

The secretary shook his head and said seriously.

"That's right."

"Lawrence, you're here."

Paulie was sitting in front of the desk, holding a monocle on his nose and frowning at the pile of paperwork on the desk. He raised his head and said hello to Lawrence, then looked at the table expressionlessly.

Lawrence walked to the desk and sat down, and said in a deep voice:

"Governor, Silla is dead."

After saying that, Lawrence stopped making any sound and just looked at Pauly silently.

After a long while, Pauly finally sighed, put the glasses on his nose into his pocket, looked at Lawrence with sharp eyes and said:

"I know, it's just that the scene you created is a bit too big."

Lawrence had already responded to this, smiled, spread his hands, and said:

"I understand, but this is also to eradicate the gangs. Only by completely rectifying the gangs in Xicheng District can Ajaccio's maritime trade be guaranteed."

Paulie snorted in dissatisfaction, but did not open his mouth to continue pursuing this matter.

Because leaving the port in Xicheng District to Lawrence to ensure order is indeed more reassuring for Paul than leaving it to Ciro.

At least in Paulie's eyes, Lawrence would not do such a sinister thing as Ciro, colluding with the Genoese and breaking into the Governor's Palace.

Moreover, Lawrence’s brother Carlo already had a very close relationship with Paulie. Historically, when France occupied Corsica, Carlo served as Pauli's adjutant and fought with Pauli against the French, indicating that they had a good personal relationship before.

This relationship also allowed Paulie to relax some of his guard against Lawrence.

However, Paulie had no intention of letting Lawrence make such a big splash without paying a price.

"That's right, Lawrence."

Paulie suddenly changed the subject and said:

"Ciro Russell also has an identity. He is a member of the West District of Ajaccio. Since he is dead, according to the Corsican election law, a parliamentary election needs to be held immediately in the West District."

Lawrence smiled politely, but he already guessed what Paulie meant.

With his current prestige in the hearts of the people, except for Dongcheng District, if he runs for election in any of the other three urban districts, he will undoubtedly be elected as a member of the parliament.

In this way, there were two Bonapartes among the nine deputies, which Paoli would never tolerate.

The normal general election of members will have to wait until a few years later, but now that Ciro is dead, his seat is vacant.

"Ahem, Lawrence, you also said that these congressmen are the ones who influence the fate of Corsica."

Paulie coughed twice intentionally and said in a serious tone:

"I know that with your reputation, it is natural for you to be elected as a member of Parliament. However, after all, you are too young and lack experience. I am afraid that the decisions you make in the Parliament may not be beneficial to Corsica."

Lawrence couldn't help but secretly roll his eyes at Paulie. According to his logic, his 22-year-old brother Carlo shouldn't become a member of Parliament.

But he was unhappy, and Lawrence also knew that Pauli was making himself pay the price of inciting the people. If he did not accept it, Pauli would probably immediately hold him responsible for initiating the riot.

"Thank you Governor for your guidance."

Lawrence smiled politely, nodded sincerely and said:

"In this case, I have decided to give up running in this election."

Hearing Lawrence's crisp answer, a smile finally appeared on Paulie's face, and he couldn't help feeling that it was comfortable to talk to smart people.

For Pauly, as long as Lawrence does not run for election, it will be easy for him to do some tricks in the West City District election and support a member who completely falls to him to strengthen his control over the parliament.

For Lawrence, although the title of a parliamentarian will bring a lot of convenience, it is not worth the trouble at hand. In addition, with his brother providing political support, Lawrence is not eager to obtain the title of parliamentarian now. identity.

After reporting the operation to Paulie, Lawrence was about to say goodbye and leave, but when Lawrence walked to the door, Paulie suddenly stopped him.

"By the way, Lawrence, there's something I need to tell you."

Pauly seemed to hesitate for a while before deciding to tell Lawrence, because Lawrence had already opened the door and had one foot on the outside.

"Oh? What is it?"

Lawrence closed the door with some confusion, returned to his seat and sat down.

He briefly searched his recent memory, but there seemed to be nothing else of note.

Paulie first looked at the documents on his desk. He had been flipping through this report when Lawrence first arrived, and the header of this report read in eye-catching red fonts:

"Top secret, only for inspection by the Governor's Palace."

There was a seal stamped on the font, and Lawrence glanced at it with his peripheral vision. It should be the official seal of a certain military unit.

Paulie raised his head, glanced at Lawrence with a strange expression, and said slowly:

"Your hunch was right."

"Huh? What's the premonition?" Lawrence was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Regarding the silver mine on Corsica, it has been explored. It is located in the mountains less than forty miles southeast of Ajaccio. Moreover, it is estimated to be a rich mine."

Until he left the Governor's Mansion, Lawrence's brows still did not relax, and he was still thinking about the silver mine.

While spreading false news more than ten days ago, Pauli organized an exploration team to conduct geological surveys from Ajaccio.

Fortunately, this vein was not far from Ajaccio, so just two weeks later, the exploration team sent back the good news and sent it to the Poly table as top secret information.

However, in Lawrence's view, the confirmation that this silver mine was discovered so quickly may not be good news for Corsica.

Although Europe was undergoing a price revolution in this era, the massive influx of silver from the Americas made the Corsica silver mine less attractive than it had been in the Middle Ages.

However, for the weak and poor Corsica, once the surrounding countries confirm the existence of the Corsica silver mine, it will be a crisis for this small island, and the sheep will fall into the tiger's mouth.

Of course, what Lawrence didn’t know was:

Just two years later, a turmoil in the Northern Mediterranean caused by this silver mine completely pushed him, a small Corsican, onto the world stage.