On the dusty streets of Saidharbor, Raku walked around blankly as if he had lost his soul. He didn't know where he was going, and even the world in his eyes became empty.

Everyone was avoiding this down-and-out counselor, and both the military and civilians were pointing fingers behind him.

Laku's spiritual world collapsed, and Ferdinand's scolding suddenly woke him up. It turned out that Britain did not stand with the Chinese. It turned out that these Chinese people were just using the power of the Chinese to oppress themselves.

What was wrong? Laku didn't understand until he walked to the suburbs that everything was because of his own fear and greed.

Fear is causing a great disaster in his own hands, fear of carrying responsibilities that he never dared to imagine, fear of the uncontrollable solution after the outbreak of the war.

There is also greed, greed, greed as the promise of the Viscount, greed as the position of future minister, and even more greed for the richness of the Canal Company. In order to save all this, Laku did not dare to go to war with the Chinese.

Fear and greed made him lose his rational judgment and eventually fell into the trap of the Chinese. Who are you blamed?

Standing on the empty beach by the sea, countless warships of the United Fleet were anchoring on the sea in the northeast. He seemed to hear the excited cheers from afar.

"Are they laughing at me? It must be..."

In the pocket of the suit, there is a ancestral musket of the Raku family. It is a so-fired musket decorated with gold and silver patterns. It can be fired with one hand. In the 17th and 18th centuries, this weapon was the main weapon used by gentlemen to fight.

The history of this musket can be traced back to the Tai Grandfather of Laku. People in the family said that the Tai Grandfather used this musket to fight with people, which was a victory in every battle. Three guys who overestimated themselves died on this gun.

This is the symbol of the family's glory, but today Laku completely destroyed the family's glory heritage, and this heirloom of the family has become a weapon for Laku to punish himself.

Pour in black gunpowder, compact it with a strip, stuff it into a lead bullet and then tighten it with a strip. The heavy gun was held in his mouth, and Raku burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, my wife, my little Sandy...I must die, only in this way can the emperor's anger be calmed..."

"Only if I die, my life may become a tool for France to inspire morale. Perhaps only then will the emperor be chased by the emperor to be a hero..."

"My death can wash away my sins and get forgiven by the Emperor. Only in this way can you give you a better life. If I live a life of silence... Then what awaits me is not only the judgment, but also the implication of the entire family!"

"May God bless you, tell the Emperor of the Francisco that I was forced to death by Xiao Letian! Use my life to inspire the military and civilians, and let the flame of hatred burn on the land of France..."

"Take revenge!"

Bang...After a dull gunshot, a teacup-sized hole broke out from the back of Raku's head, and blood poured out.

The body smacked heavily on the beach, and blood flowed into the Mediterranean like a stream. After only three minutes, a group of soldiers came from the city.

"Counselor...Counselor! Your Minister summons you..."

"Laku...Counselor Laku...Master Viscount is no longer angry, and is summoning you to discuss things..."

"Oh...god! Laku committed suicide..."

A group of soldiers surrounded him with a loud bang, and everything in front of him was shocking. The bodies were lying on the beach, the waves slapped his head one after another, and blood kept rushing into the sea.

On the beach next to the corpse, a group of people wrote with their fingers in French shocked people, "Avenge! Revenge! Revenge! Laku, the savior!'

Everyone was silent, and they were even ashamed of the collective shirk responsibility just now. Is it that the responsibility for the Canal crisis belongs to Laku alone? Do we have no responsibility?

When the Chinese landed in a fierce manner and asked for guilt, and when they raised their chests to challenge the French army, who had taken action? No one was willing to take responsibility, and no one wanted the counselor to bear all his sins.

Now, the sin Laku has taken it away alone, and everyone can finally shirk responsibility... But why is the heart so painful, like a knife cutting?

When Viscount Ferdinand heard the news of Lacu's suicide, he screamed and turned black in front of him and fainted on the bed. He had just seen his condition worsen again.

The doctor rescued him for half an hour before he woke up. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to cry and keep crying.

Laku is a loyal disciple he taught by words and deeds. He has been following him for nearly ten years. He just was just excited and scolded him, but he regretted it within half an hour.

Ferdinand knew very well that the real responsibility for this matter was himself, because the entire ambush Zhiyuan plan was formulated by himself, and the initiator was himself!

The plan I made was not successful and it was obviously unreasonable that Laku had a bad aftermath!

And a very important point is that Laku has never trained him to be alone in the past few years. Now that he suddenly put such a heavy burden on him, how can he not be confused?

Of course, Ferdinand's illness was also the main reason for his emotional confusion. If he was in normal health, he would not have been so incompetent and scolded his apprentice.

It was precisely because of the vomiting and diarrhea that he was extremely depressed that he had the previous emotional out of control. In fact, Rakuben didn't need to die. At the moment when he was at the lowest point in his mood, if Viscount could give him a little confidence, he might be able to endure it.

Unfortunately, Ferdinand did not encourage him, but chose a storm-like scolding, which became the last straw that crushed Laku's psychological defense line.

Viscount Ferdinand's nose bubbles burst out, and he looked at the joint fleet on the sea outside the window and beat the bed with his hands.

"Send avenge! Revenge to the Emperor! Revenge...revenge must be taken!" Ferdinand's eyes darkened and fainted again as he roared.

Half a month later, the elderly Ferdinand finally failed to fight the plague and eventually died of illness in Port Said.

Maybe this is God who loved him and took him out of this world early, otherwise when he saw the scenes of Xiao Letian as the dominant Paris with his own eyes, he might not have died of illness, but was angry.

Just as Viscount Ferdinand was struggling with the last journey of his life, Xiao Letian disguised himself as he secretly sneaked into the land while the night was dark. In a fishing village outside Said Port, he finally saw Ikram's brother, a powerful Middle East, and a powerful man in the Middle East.

This is a strong man with a burly figure, a 1.8-meter-foot-foot-foot-foot-eye eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips. From the face, this is a typical heroic face.
Chapter completed!