Several drugs used by the doctor to stabilize the transformation were injected into the body of the 446th experimental subject, and his transformation is almost complete.
The doctor had him tied to a pillar. Except for the lack of nails on his hands, No. 446 looked like the suffering Jidu.
Stronger tissues grew on the parts of his body that were damaged by the bubbles, and his physical strength increased a lot during the transformation process. Therefore, what was used to bind him was not ordinary hemp rope, but iron chains as thick as fists.
"Number 446, you are the first artificially bred deep diver in the world. How do you feel about being such a unique existence?"
The doctor moved closer to the subject and whispered in his ear.
"Pooh."
A mouthful of saliva was spat on the doctor's annoying face. The smile on his face froze, and then he took two steps back and wiped it with a white handkerchief taken out from his coat.
"Number 446, do you think you are unique and can look down on your creator?"
The doctor said coldly,
"If I can create one, I can create a second and a third!
In the end, I will enable all human beings in the world to transcend, become great divers, and break through the shackles of human lifespan!
Everyone! Will be immortal!
I will create the ideal country in Plato's mind!
Thomas More's imaginary utopia!
And you dare to spit on me?"
The doctor opened his arms and loudly questioned No. 446 in front of him.
Although his mind told him that this was just an emotional release, he still chose to do it.
“Number four hundred and forty-six, you know
I will not kill you, I will let you see how my kingdom is built, and you will be a witness to it all."
The Doctor said morbidly.
"You can't succeed. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent."②
Number 446 said weakly but calmly,
"You will pay for hurting us."
"Are you using a legal proverb to mock me
Number four hundred and forty-six, it seems that your parents gave you a good education, but do you know where this sentence comes from
Justice delayed is justice denied.
This is the original words, do you understand
And what does justice mean to a dying man? ! "
The Doctor objected loudly and emotionally pushed over the papers on his desk.
The face of No. 446 has transformed into the shape of a fish head. No expression can be seen on it, but there seems to be a hint of pity in his eyes.
"You're dying."
Number Four Hundred and Forty-Six looked at the Doctor and spoke hoarsely.
"Yes, leukemia. The funny thing is that this disease was discovered by my mortal enemy Rudolf Verchaud."
The doctor took out the syringe that had been used to draw blood from No. 446 from his pocket and shook it proudly in front of No. 446.
"And you will witness my success, praise me, and worship me. I am Theodore Schwann's son!
Martel Schwann!
I will surpass my father's achievements and become someone who will truly go down in history!"
After saying that, Martell Xuwang, the crazy doctor, turned around and went back to the laboratory to start extracting serum.
"May the Holy Light protect humanity."
Number 446 prayed quietly in his heart.
——
"May the Holy Light bless you, child."
The pastor who presided over the wedding gave a simple blessing to the newlyweds in the church.
The happy newlyweds exchanged rings in the traditional way and then kissed each other happily.
Everyone in the venue was applauding, but Louisa held her chin up and asked Ross beside her boredly,
"Why do people go to so much trouble to get married
To me, it’s more of a show.”
"Please, I brought you here to feel the atmosphere of happiness and joy, not to listen to your complaints."
Ross said helplessly.
"But there haven't been any cases lately, so it's been boring."
Louisa pouted and said somewhat unhappily.
“When there are cases, it means someone has lost their life, and this kind of peace is precious.
I suppose that's why Lord Bismarck asked me to come and see him?"
Ross lowered his head and spoke softly.
“Okay, okay, you have a point.
But the bride’s wedding dress is very beautiful.”
Louisa tilted her head, as if imagining herself wearing a wedding dress.
"Come on, I'll take you to experience it."
Without saying a word, Ross took Louisa's hand and walked out of the church.
“Huh?!”
Just like that, Louisa was inexplicably dragged into the bridal shop.
"My beautiful lady, this wedding dress suits you very well.
It can show off your waistline and give you a ladylike style, your fiancé will definitely like it."
The salesgirl was working hard to sell her product, and Louisa blushed inadvertently.
Ross smiled at Louisa, who rarely showed such an expression, and praised her sincerely.
"It suits you very well. It's beautiful."
White symbolizes inner purity and the innocence of a child. Silk gauze is paired with satin and some gems to create a beautiful masterpiece under the skillful hands of the tailor.
At this moment, Louisa was like the white swan in a fairy tale.
Ross, who already had a crush on Louisa, couldn't help but stare at her in amazement.
"Sir, this wedding dress is on sale now. Do you need me to pack it for you?"
Seeing Ross's obsessed look, the female clerk couldn't help but take this opportunity to sell him the product.
"How much?"
Ross asked dumbly.
"No, no, no. We're just here to dress up for fun. Sorry to bother you."
Louisa waved her hands quickly and said in panic.
After saying that, Louisa rushed into the fitting room and took off her wedding dress.
Ross bowed to the clerk awkwardly.
"It's every customer's right to try on clothes. It's okay."
The female clerk looked at Ross with a smile, leaned close to Ross's ear and whispered,
"Boys should take the initiative. I've been through this before, so I understand."
Ross was stunned after hearing this, then nodded woodenly.
After Louisa changed out of her wedding dress, she grabbed Ross's burning ears and walked out of the bridal shop.
The clerk even politely said to them, "Have a nice day."
"It's all your fault. What a bad idea you came up with. It's so embarrassing!"
Louisa said angrily.
"So... I'll treat you to donuts?"
Ross said tentatively.
"Walk!"
This time it was Louisa who was walking with Ross.
The two stopped in front of a shop called Berliner Donuts on the corner.
The glass display case was filled with traditional-flavored donuts. Louisa lay in front of the case and looked at them like a greedy little cat.
"Delicious donuts, five gold marks each, buy one get one free, would you like some?"
The slightly plump store manager wore a funny hat and had a mustache on his face. He introduced his products enthusiastically.
"Then let's have two."
Rhodes took out his wallet consciously and paid the money obediently.
"Thank you for your patronage."
The store manager took the money with a smile and took out two from the display case, preparing to give one to Roz and one to Louisa respectively.
But Louisa snatched both of them away, looking like a small animal protecting its food.
Ross said to Louisa with a smile on his face.
"What about mine?"
"Both are mine! At most... I'll give you one bite."
Louisa said viciously, but seemed to give in a little when she realized that monopoly was not appropriate.
She held one of them in her hand and brought it to Ross's mouth, and Ross took a small bite.
“Mm, it’s delicious.”
Ross said softly.
Louisa remained silent and just ate in small bites.
The two walked side by side on the street, and this rare holiday passed by just like that for them.
"Will you be my partner?"
Ross mustered up his courage and tried in a more tactful way.
"Have I not always been your partner?"
Louisa asked in confusion.
"Uh, not this partner, but me, the partner in life."
Ross stopped and asked seriously.
"There's donut powder on the corners of your mouth."
Louisa stretched out her finger, and when Ross was about to reach out to wipe it off, soft lips and playful tongue kissed his lips lightly.
“Don’t waste good food.”
Louisa said softly.
Ross stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say or do for a moment.
"Let's go back."
Louisa put her hands behind her back and said mischievously.
"Yeah, okay."
——
"Prime Minister, His Majesty has summoned you. The carriage is ready."
Shadow appeared behind Bismarck, who was sitting at the desk, and reported respectfully.
"Oh? What is it? I have some official business to attend to. Is it urgent, Your Majesty?"
Bismarck raised his eyebrows and asked thoughtfully.
"I can't tell you. Time is limited. Please hurry up, Prime Minister."
Shadow urged.
"good."
The carriage rode non-stop and brought the sick Bismarck to the palace overnight.
Led by the attendants, Bismarck was taken to the emperor's bedroom.
Bismarck stood in front of the solemn and magnificent bedroom, but did not knock on the door.
"Come in, Prime Minister.
Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time."
The guards at the door bowed and saluted Bismarck and urged him.
Bismarck took a deep breath. He had already guessed what the conversation would be like next.
He pushed open the door, alone in military uniform and wearing all the medals of honor, to meet the king behind this kingdom.
Although the old emperor on the bed looked energetic, the sickly blush on his face betrayed his current condition.
"Here I come, old friend."
The old emperor opened his arms towards Bismarck with a heartfelt smile on his face.
Seeing this, Bismarck stepped forward and gave him a tight hug.
"If there is no stool, sit on the edge of my bed, old friend."
The old emperor said softly.
Bismarck said nothing, just looked straight at the old emperor in front of him.
"Don't look at me like that. You've guessed what I'm going to say."
The old emperor patted Bismarck's hand with a relieved smile on his face.
"You're leaving before me."
Bismarck said with a heavy face.
“Yes, it will be Frederick who will take charge of the world we have conquered. But Frederick is still a child, you have to hold on and help him keep it stable.
Even though the kid may have some strange ideas, he is still young.”
The old emperor said earnestly.
Bismarck covered his face in embarrassment. He took a deep breath and said word by word,
"William, Frederick is already fifty-six years old, and the conflict between him and me..."
“In my eyes, he is still a child.
I'm sorry, I know I'm selfish, but you're the only one I have.
I am ninety years old, and you are the only one I can completely trust and confide in.
You are the only one who can shoulder the responsibility of this country.
Bismarck, thank you for your hard work."
The two elderly men sat in silence under the moonlight, and Bismarck watched the old emperor close his eyes.
Overnight, Bismarck looked several years older.
His majesty seemed to be gone, and his slightly bent back represented his powerlessness.
He quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, straightened his military uniform, and opened the bedroom door.
"Mr. Prime Minister, this is what His Majesty left for you.
The rest of the information will be announced tomorrow. Please go back, Prime Minister."
The waiter waiting outside the door knelt on the ground, holding a scroll.
Bismarck took it from the waiter with a stern face and left the palace without looking back.
The sound of a bell rang ninety times in succession in the palace, and everyone looked up in panic.
They all knew that the king who symbolized the lion had passed away, the king who led the country to its peak was gone, and the king who loved his people like his own children had passed away.
The next day, a series of mourning was held across the country. People on the streets put aside their factional struggles and daily hatreds and took to the streets wearing black clothes.
The headline of the Munich Daily read:
"William I, our king, has passed away at the age of ninety.
The Prussian Empire will be succeeded by Frederick William, who will be given the title Frederick III.
Lord Bismarck will continue to serve as Chancellor, assisting His Majesty Frederick III.
The country will observe three days of mourning, during which all entertainment and commercial activities will be suspended.
His Majesty William I will be buried after a period of mourning, and will rest in our endless remembrance and respect for His Majesty.
May the Prussian Empire prosper forever! "
Within three days, the people bid farewell to this emperor in silence and welcomed the reign of Frederick, the only son of William I, in silence.
"Old friend,
I know Frederick's ideas are in great conflict with yours.
Due to the long-term influence of his spouse, Princess Victoria, and his study experience at the University of Bern, his political ideas were more inclined towards the British faction.
He has objections to your iron-blooded policy and conservative approach, but he is excellent in military ability and leadership.
Whether it was the Prussian-Danish, Prussian-Austrian or Prussian-French battles, he demonstrated his value in all three battles.
Please help me train him, assist him, help him, tolerate him, and include him.
If, just if, he commits a violation of principle, get rid of him.
Those in power are never merciful, and this is the fundamental reason for the long-term survival of the Prussian Empire.
May the Prussian Empire continue to remain in the light with your help.
Don't worry,
William.
That night, Bismarck drank a lot of wine.