A new cluster of parchment was spread out on the desk of Earl Galves, with the upper edge pressing the wine glass and the lower edge pressing the pocket watch.

The pocket watch has a French signature with [Edward Kenway] flying dragon and phoenix dance on the left hand, and the English flower style of [Alexander Hamilton] is written on the right hand, with handsome handwriting, just like the other person.

But there was no one behind the desk. Lorraine was drinking on the sofa, Carmen sat dignifiedly, and the count stood by the window, looking at the construction site in the distance.

"Kenwei..."

"I am here."

"Do you know why the Americans agreed to this price?"

"Know some of it."

"Tell me, look."

Lorraine put down her wine glass, stood up and cleared her throat.

"First, blockade." He whispered, "I don't know whether it was the Earl who took over all the business to Baltimore or the British blockade that was really effective. In short, judging from the situation at the dock, there are very few smuggling ships in Baltimore."

"Your guess is actually correct." The Earl said something that surprised Lorraine, "Baltimore is the designated port of the Continental Army. At present, we are the only one who conducts maritime trade with the Continental Army."

"But Chesapeake Bay is not Baltimore Bay, where there are many ports in Virginia and Maryland, especially Norfolk in Florida and Annapolis in Maryland, the deal is not smaller than Baltimore."

"State militia?"

"Maryland has the reputation of an old front state, and Virginia is the core war zone. Both states have a great demand for arms and militias. They are areas that really fight to the death for the founding of the country."

"In this way, I understand the behavior of the British." Lorraine unraveled a doubt, "Baltimore, Annapolis, Norfferk, and those small private smuggling ports. We have many friends, but it is estimated that except for us, other trade lines are still the traditional model of subcontracting and distribution, and they fight for themselves."

"There are many smuggling ships, and the power of formations to assist in defense will be greater. Visible gains will attract more and more attention from the British. Just like rotten meat is placed there, it will always attract jackals to stop."

The Count smiled: "It seems that the first reason is to be established, blockade. The Americans probably thought that our losses were huge, so that you could break into the luck. After all, the losses of Maryland and Virginia were real, and the ship sank into the water, and God could not know where she originally wanted to go."

"Then, ambition." Lorraine stretched out her second finger. "Each contract can arm a standard grenade regiment, build four, and the Continental Army has the strength to organize battles, and ten are enough to lead the line and militia to launch a series of battles of similar level as Clinton's southward action, which will help build the prestige of the Continental Army."

"Since you can see this, you will definitely see the needs of France." The Count turned to look at Lorraine, "The United States and France are friends, good friends. We helped them stand up and taught them to walk, but if possible, we just hope they won't learn it in their lifetime."

"But children always have to learn to walk." Lorraine looked back without any hesitation, "and before they learned to walk, they had learned to speak and had the ability to express their wishes. If France was unwilling to teach him to walk, he should find new friends."

The count's eyes were sharp.

"Edward Kenway, you are a well-informed little man. Have you heard rumors in some gloomy and sneaky places that we have never heard of? Is it Spain, Portugal, Denmark, or the Netherlands?"

"Why can't it be England?"

Lorraine was completely uninfluenced by the earl, and even seemed to be more relaxed.

He walked back to the sofa, picked up the wine glass on the coffee table, and shook the ice inside one after another.

"Carmen, do you know the history of the War of Independence?"

Carmen never hesitated at this critical point.

"In 1773, Samuel Adams, a Bostonian, poured tea violently; in 1774, the Continental Congress was held in Philadelphia; in 1975, gunshots rang out in Lexington, and the militia and the British army officially clashed; a few months later, the Second Continental Congress issued the Declaration of Independence, and the United States of America was established..."

"Enough is enough."

Lorraine smiled and patted Carmen on the shoulder, turned around lazyly, and looked at the count for the second time.

"France is always too confident, but does not know the root cause of the United States' resistance to Britain. This war is like adolescent children disobeying their fathers. No matter how fierce the dispute is, the father will be still the father."

"Earl, please remember this war as objectively as possible, violence, quarrel, violence, leaving home, is the whole process like a family farce?"

"It's okay for France to get involved when the child is wandering. It's okay for him to give him a stick and teach him to fight. However, children who cannot survive independently will always miss home. When he misses home, he will forget the unhappiness when he runs away, forget his father's determination, beg for mercy, shook his tail and beg for mercy."

"What can France get? Hate!" Lorraine raised her hand and raised her glass to the sky. "The father hated France for instigating children, and the children hated France for being charming. When neighbors and friends looked at this joke, they would only think that France was stupid and hopeless!"

"There is only one way to stop the child from going home, to make him strong, to make him independent, to remember the teacher of France, and to replace the image of his father in his heart. What's more, we can tease him for his desires, make him think about his father's property, and to make him feel that everything should belong to him."

"Desire! Desire is original sin, and even the Lord and the Father cannot be erased from the hearts of man. Once it takes root and sprouts, there is no room for family affection to turn back. Only hatred and fear can be implemented throughout their lives. This! This is what France should pursue!"

The study was so quiet.

Lorraine didn't speak, Carmen smiled, and the count walked back to the desk with a gloomy face, silent, looking at the new contract on the table.

"You...is this the reason why you dare to sign a new contract?"

"No." Lorraine answered for granted, "My purpose is to make money, and everything before it was just gossip from emotion."

"Can gossip bewitching people's hearts?"

Lorraine laughed.

He knew that the Count was about to agree, and now he was short of one step. He used this step to push everything accumulated before, and also push the Count's shame and patriotic enthusiasm together.

He whispered: "Earl, you're wrong."

"Wrong?"

"It's not my words that seduce people, but your patriotism."

"Patriotic...demonstration?"

"Is it strange?" Lorraine waved and asked Carmen to add wine to him. "I guess you are hesitating, how to use how to send today's scatter to His Majesty's desk, so that he can understand your loyalty, your kindness, and of course, your ability."

"yes……"

"I guess again, you are probably frustrated and found that there is no suitable passage around you. The only one you can rely on seems to be the queen, and the queen..."

"The Queen...what?"

"That lady is very good, intelligent, beautiful, well-educated, skilled, and has a good family, which guarantees her political weight. However, you don't want to rely too much on her, and it's just helpless to get to the top. If possible, you still want to be the pillar of a political association and use your own talents instead of the trust of the master."

The count felt his mouth dry and bitter. He wanted to stop Lorraine from talking, but also wanted to know what Lorraine wanted to say.

He snatched the wine from the desk and let the spicy slime slip through his mouth: "I think so, isn't it?"

"It's not a question of whether it's right or wrong, it's just the same question. Joan of Arc must have thought about it back then."

"Saint... Lord?" The Earl heard Joan of Arc from Lorraine for the second time. The completely different conversation from the last time represented a completely different meaning. "You mean, I will die as lonely as Lord Saint."

"The end of the political career should be similar to some extent, right?" Lorraine leaned down on the sofa, "You, life has finally come true, but she also forgot who brought it to you."

The Count suddenly woke up!

Yes.

He exchanged the huge price of offending the whole of France for the support of the queen. He actually forgot such an important thing.

Bernardo de Galves, the first Earl of Louisiana, the First Member of the French Parliament, and a rising political star who was rapidly rising during the Louis XVI period.

His image has long been confirmed. None of his slanderous ministers, charming ministers, treacherous ministers, and favored ministers have anything to do with integrity, and it is impossible to remove the queen's imprint.

This was chosen by himself. He had no regrets when he chose it, but now he almost forgot everything.

Queen Mary is his support, the king is not, and loyalty to the queen is loyalty, and France is not.

What does that queen need?

Want France to be strong and prosperous? In her heart, France probably was never popular.

Do His Majesty Louis wants his prestige to be grand? In her heart, her husband probably was so grand.

The Count had met Queen Mary, and although he had not talked for a long time, he was sure that she was thinking so.

That noble girl from Habsburg is never stupid, but her life has always been out of touch with the world, and has been out of touch for many years, and she will never be able to return to the world again...

She only has money!

The Count glanced at the contract and asked softly: "Is this the gift you prepared for me?"

"Who knows the gift or the steps? I just want the goods anyway."

"Will someone bring you the goods you need, now tell me, is this a gift?"

Lorraine seemed to have not heard the count's words, but was just murmuring like herself.
Chapter completed!