From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

The next morning, Lawrence's home.

Lawrence walked out of the bedroom in his nightgown and couldn't help but yawn sleepily.

After experiencing the series of events yesterday, Lawrence barely slept well that night. After all, the presence of the English earl was like a time bomb to Lawrence, making him uneasy.

Especially since Lawrence still doesn't know when, where and to whom the bomb will explode.

Holding on to the railing on the second floor and rubbing his eyes for a while, Lawrence looked down at the living room and found that Anna had gotten up early and was currently lying on the dining table, concentrating on copying and organizing a large pile of papers.

After Ciro Russell's death, Lawrence did not ask Anna to stop sorting and reporting the news. On the contrary, with Lawrence's continuous funding in the past two years, the size and membership level of the child's party have also continued to increase.

Even not long ago, Lawrence saw a piece of information from a certain congressman's youngest son in Anna's report, which made Lawrence even more determined to maintain this information channel.

Anna, who was concentrating at the moment, didn't notice Lawrence walking behind her. It wasn't until Lawrence gently stroked the ends of her silky hair with his hand that Anna suddenly realized it and jumped up from her seat like a little rabbit. A few pages of paper were scattered on the ground.

"Sir! You scared me to death." Anna turned her red cheek slightly and whispered.

Lawrence leaned over and picked up the paper scattered on the ground, handed it to Anna and said:

"Thank you, Anna, any special news?"

As the scale of children's gatherings increases, Anna's workload also increases. The amount of information that needs to be processed and screened each week has changed from a few pages to a stack of documents several centimeters thick.

This makes Anna often have to start her day's work early in the morning like now, while also taking care of the housework in this big house.

Although Anna said that such a fulfilling life made her happier, Lawrence also remembered what Anna had done.

"There's really nothing special about this week."

Ana said, picking up the draft she had compiled and looking at it twice, and then handed it to Lawrence.

Lawrence took Anna's manuscript, pulled out a chair and sat down, and asked casually while reading:

"I remember that there were not a few people at the party who served in the Governor's Mansion? Is there anything unusual in the Governor's Mansion?"

"Ah, there are indeed these people."

Anna responded, skillfully pulling out two records from the pile of documents, reading them carefully twice and then said:

"But according to what they said, everything is normal in the Governor's Mansion."

"Yeah."

Lawrence nodded, thinking silently in his heart:

"In this case, most of the Earl's entourage should not live in the Governor's Mansion."

According to Nelson, there are dozens of followers. If they all live in the Governor's Mansion, the corresponding purchases of various living materials will definitely be increased in advance, including the food supply in the restaurant.

According to Anna, none of the people working in the kitchen and those involved in purchasing found such signs.

"It seems that only the count and a few personal servants live in the Governor's Palace.

Lawrence closed his eyes to analyze and secretly made a conclusion.

Such a conclusion is also very common. After all, these entourages also have different identities, such as guards, scribes, maids, servants, and even for such powerful people, they may be accompanied by priests, doctors, and staff.

For followers with lower status and less important positions, according to etiquette standards, they are generally not allowed to receive entertainment together with their masters.

For Lawrence, these relatively humble followers are his best choice to open a breakthrough.

"Anna."

Lawrence had already made up his mind and said to Anna in a deep voice:

"Help me pay attention to all the larger hotels in Ajaccio, including taverns that provide accommodation. Also, please go back and look for the previous issues of information to see if there is any relevant news."

"Yes, sir."

Anna nodded seriously and meticulously wrote down Lawrence's request on the paper.

Lawrence stood up, sighed, and couldn't help but touch Anna's head. He also knew that such a request made Anna's work burden heavier, so he said softly:

"It's really hard on you, Anna. I will find someone to share this for you soon."

"No, sir, I can do it alone."

Anna carefully put away the piece of paper she had just written, and said in an increasingly quiet voice:

"I am very happy and fulfilled in this kind of life. I feel that I am useful to my husband, so I can always stay."

By the end of the sentence, Anna was as loud as a mosquito. Lawrence could only see Anna's lips trembling slightly, but couldn't hear what she said at the end.

After sorting out his clothes at home, Lawrence went out to the patrol station to complete his duties.

Although the appearance of those uninvited guests from England made Lawrence feel a strong sense of crisis, before receiving further news from Anna, Lawrence was still focused and appeared in front of the people as usual.

This is to increase exposure in the eyes of the public, and secondly, it can anesthetize Governor Pauli a little and show that he has no interest in these British people.

However, during the afternoon inspection, Lawrence still took a trip to the port of Ajaccio.

The Reasonable is still moored in place, and British sailors can occasionally be seen on the dock in twos and threes.

Although there is really no fun to be found at the dock in Ajaccio, for sailors who stay at sea all day long, the opportunity to walk on the ground in a down-to-earth manner does not come every day.

"Hey! Hey! Monsignor Bonaparte!"

Lawrence deliberately stayed around the Reasonable for a moment, and sure enough, after a while, he heard a childish voice calling him on the deck.

Nelson was seen lying on the side of the ship with difficulty. His height was not as high as the side of the ship, so his feet were in the air at this time, but he still excitedly waved and shouted to Lawrence on the dock.

"Huhu, Your Excellency Bonaparte, I really didn't expect to see you again."

Nelson trotted all the way down from the Reasonable and came to Lawrence, panting and saying excitedly.

"I'm responsible for the security and order in this area, and I come here often."

Lawrence said kindly:

"How is it, little Nelson, how is life in Ajaccio?"

"It's simply terrible." Nelson shook his head repeatedly and said dissatisfiedly:

"There's nothing to do on the boat, and we're not allowed to go into the city. It's so boring."

"But it should be quite lively on the ship, after all, there are so many sailors."

After hearing this, Nelson shook his head even harder and said repeatedly:

"They talk about women, money, and wine every day. They are simply more boring than the calm sea."

"Yeah."

Lawrence continued casually and brought the topic to the matter he was most concerned about:

"Then the old man doesn't have many servants? There should be interesting people among them."

"They"

Nelson curled his lips and said:

"They usually stay in their cabins, and they left the Reasonable last night."

Lawrence's eyes narrowed, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked:

"left?"

"Yes, we left at midnight."

"That's it"

Lawrence nodded and pondered, then deliberately turned his head to glance at the sky, and said hurriedly:

"Oh sorry, little Nelson, I have work to do and I have to leave."

"Of course, Monsignor Bonaparte!"

Nelson said, taking off his hat and waving to Lawrence who was walking away quickly.