"They are only a few knights away from becoming lords." Lawrence shook his head and said.

"Don't tell me, many landowners in Northern Italy actually have titles." Grosso waved his hand and said:

"But they are all low-level baron lords. They are basically bought. The serfs below still call them master."

Rousseau stared at Corsica on the sea, frowned and said:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, I am afraid that the situation in Corsica is not much different from that in Mr. Grosso's hometown, or even worse. If your reforms are implemented... in my opinion, there will be a turmoil, and even

Rebellion.”

Grosso also looked at Lawrence with a little worry. Although he did not go deep into the countryside to personally investigate the landowners in Corsica, he knew from his early experiences that those landowners who had money, land and property

He would definitely not lie on the chopping block and let Lawrence slaughter him.

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The parliament resigned, but the power of the landlords was still huge. If another civil war broke out between the two sides, this would undoubtedly be a situation that neither Rousseau nor Grosso wanted to see.

Lawrence ignored the two's concerns and continued to look at Corsica, his second hometown.

The island of Corsica in the distance slowly zoomed in through Lawrence's eye. The island looked unchanged from before.

The towering central mountains and green vegetation extend to the entire island, dotted with gray-black buildings that can barely be identified with the naked eye; there are a few fishing boats and merchant ships scattered around the coastline, which in Lawrence's eyes are only the size of black dots.

, is driving out or away from Ajaccio leisurely.

"It's like an undeveloped colony. You can smell the smell of ignorance and backwardness here." Lawrence suddenly clenched his fists and said.

Rousseau and Grosso were stunned for a moment. They glanced at Corsica on the sea, and then nodded simultaneously, with a little helplessness in their eyes.

Poverty in Corsica is as common sense to Europeans as the sun will rise in the east.

"I don't know how Corsicans will evaluate my rule, or rather our rule, a hundred years from now."

Lawrence took two steps forward and came to the very front of the bow. Facing the vast expanse of blue ocean and Corsica hanging alone in the sea, he said in a deep voice:

"But I know that I will never leave them with a poor and backward Corsica, and I will never let any Corsican feel ashamed of their country again."

A piece of cirrocumulus clouds that shrouded the square sailing ship quietly dispersed, and a few rays of golden light transmitted from it splashed on Lawrence's back, bathing the entire sea area in the light, sacred and clean.

Rousseau and Grosso looked at Lawrence blankly and closed their mouths.

"For this reason, we can no longer follow the ruts of our predecessors... It is time to go our own way."

Lawrence closed his eyes under the dazzling light and continued:

"Grosseau, M. Rousseau, I have made up my mind. In 1770, I will personally cut off the chains of the Corsican serfs."
Chapter completed!