"British is worthy of being a pirate! William the Conqueror's bloodline has not been diluted at all. In the final analysis, he is still a descendant of the Viking Pirates... I really think of them too well!"

Bisme crushed the telegraph paper in his hand, took a harsh sip of the cigarette, opened the window and looked at the prosperous scene of Berlin City in the distance.

"I thought you were already the empire of the Sun never set, and you are already the best in the world. You should be a civilized person. You have to clean your hands and go to the stage!"

"But unexpectedly, it was still a pirate's trick at the critical moment! The heirs of Germany and Austro-Hungary dared to seize them! God! Are these damn British devils?"

"Prepare the carriage, I will go to see His Majesty and the Prince!"

Under the protection of a team of elite cavalry, the carriage of Bisme quickly drove towards the palace. Many pedestrians on the road knew the carriage and took off their hats to salute the Prime Minister. At this moment, Bisme's reputation in Germany was at its peak.

The German imperial palace, Berlin City Palace, is located on the banks of the Spree River. It is a very luxurious Baroque style palace. After several renovations, it is the largest moment in history.

However, today the expressions of people in the entire palace were very heavy, and the condition of Crown Prince Carl made everyone very worried.

When Bismey saw Prince Carl on the sickbed, he realized that the prince was already exhausted and had an extremely thin body, and he was not as handsome as the one in the Pakatan Harapan War!

Seeing Pesme, a ray of light appeared in Prince Carl's eyes. He raised his hand slightly to signal to his old friend, but he only raised a little bit.

Bisme hurried over and grabbed Prince Carl's hand, "Your Highness, please have a good rest, I'll see you..."

"Ah...ah...Prince...Hello..." Prince Carl had a minor operation in his throat, which hurt his vocal cords, so he spoke extremely hard. Bisme had to listen carefully to it before he could understand.

At this time, a maid leaned over next to her. This was the nurse who had been with the crown prince for many years. She could accurately distinguish the crown prince's words. Many times she was the translator.

"Your Highness wants to know when the princess and William will be back..."

Seeing Prince Carl's physical condition, Bisme did not dare to tell the truth and quickly lied to him. "Count Moltke has led the team to pick him up and will be back soon. Please rest assured..."

Some people say that when people die, they will be very clear-headed. Perhaps this sentence is true. Prince Carl's throat issued vague words, and the little nurse could only hear it clearly by lying his ears on his mouth.

"Your Highness said... Is the princess and William unable to come back? Did the queen force them to keep..."

"You don't have to lie to me anymore... I've fought a war for my whole life... Can you tell... Haven't you always planned it..."

"You are plotting to attack London...it's an opportunity...but...do not underestimate the UK...they are...the elites among the pirates...it's hard to deal with..."

"Your Highness, you need to rest... Don't say too much... Be careful of the wound in your throat..." Seeing Prince Carl's fatigue, Bismer quickly persuaded him.

But Prince Carl also knew that he had not much time left. He might not be able to speak today or tomorrow. He had to make an important explanation in his life!

"Prime Minister...for our years of friendship...please...please take care of William..."

"I'm very worried... He has been disabled since childhood... or grew up in the UK... his grandmother... would definitely affect him..."

"When he ascended the throne... I'm afraid... he will have a conflict with you... It's very likely...Pesmai...my old friend... for my sake... don't bother with him... take care of him..."

This is the dying quest to entrust the orphan! Bisme pushed aside the chair and knelt halfway before the sickbed. "Your Highness... My loyalty to Germany and my love for this nation... cannot be doubted... I will definitely give all my loyalty to the prince..."

Prince Carl waved his hand, "I...I don't doubt you...I...I...I doubt my son...He will become the monarch of Germany in the future...but he...has been too deeply influenced by Britain..."

"I'm afraid that he... is so ambitious and talented... to make things difficult for you... you can't reconcile the conflicts at that time..."

"My old friend... listen to me... These... ancient empires in Europe... cannot beat Britain... They have completely controlled the sea power..."

"We are really not his opponent... to admit this...the hope for the future...in the East..."

Prince Carl's eyes showed a unique look. He missed his old friends in the East. "Do you still remember... the first batch of Chinese soldiers? They... dared to use guns... to me as soon as they arrived in Berlin..."

"At that time... I was very curious... what kind of magical leader... could make a... so old empire... give such... domineering vitality..."

"Later... on the Phu Austrian battlefield... on the Franco-Public battlefield... Xiao... was so amazing... Every step he took... we didn't expect..."

"Pesmai...my old friend... please believe...my intuition...that can defeat...Anglo...Saxons... can only be the East..."

Speaking of this, Prince Carl was exhausted, and his throat made a deep gasp. The young nurse quickly shaking the copper bell, and the doctor next door to the palace quickly walked in.

"Prime Minister... Please go out and wait... We are going to rescue you quickly..."

Bismai looked at Prince Carl on the hospital bed and stepped back step by step. The two of them looked reluctant to leave!

Carl actually looked at him with a lot of words in his heart to explain to his old friends, but there was no time left, and the disease had already made him extremely weak.

The eyes of Bismey became rosy. The old friend in front of him was riding a horse and hunting. The majesty of his leadership in the battle was still spinning in front of him. It was difficult for him to associate Prince Carl at that time with a thin bone on his sickbed now.

When he left the door, tears couldn't stop flowing!

"Your Highness... Care well... If my old bones can survive until Little William ascends the throne and takes power, I will definitely not break my promise..."

In fact, Besmai fulfilled his promise. When William II ascended the throne and took power, the young and energetic monarch kept denying Besmai's policies and kept excluding the old hero of the empire!

And until his death, Bismey was also tolerant. Apart from verbal criticism, there was no restraint and restrictive behavior against His Majesty!

Bisme stood quietly outside the hall, watching the medical staff keep coming and going, and I don’t know how long it took for a familiar voice to come from behind him.

"Carl... is talking to you about William's future? This is already a heart-wrenching illness for him..."

Bisme was stunned and turned around and saw that it was His Majesty Emperor William I. He quickly bowed and saluted to His Majesty!

The gray-bearded William I waved his hand, "You don't have to salute in front of me... Actually, I can guess everything Carl said to you!"

"Little William has been in the UK, which is not a good phenomenon... Now that the Queen has taken him hostage directly, your military adventure plan will be suspended!"
Chapter completed!