"Disinfection and debridement."
"Arch clamp, ready to suture."
After a thrilling rescue, Rhodes finally escaped the arms of death on the operating table.
Ross was sent to the intensive care unit, extremely weak, with nutrient solution infused in his hands and bandages wrapped around his chest and back.
After the general anesthesia wore off, Rhodes slowly woke up.
He saw the shadow sitting beside him with his legs crossed.
"Thank you, Shadow."
"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, go thank Louisa who took care of you when you were unconscious."
Shadow said coolly.
"Yeah. Where is she?"
"I asked her to go back first. She hasn't closed her eyes for two days and one night. It's time for her to have a rest."
Ross nodded slightly, but such a slight movement made him grimace in pain.
“The Prime Minister has arranged guards for you outside the door, and the food brought in will also be inspected.
Now you can sleep quietly for a while, and I will tell you if there is any latest news. "
After Shadow finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to open the door and leave.
"Wait a minute, this assassination is..."
Ross called out to Shadow, but Shadow just waved his hand.
"Wait until you get better."
Ross smiled bitterly, and naturally understood what Shadow was not comfortable saying.
"Is that the one who did it?"
——
Bismarck in the tent was furious when he learned that Rhodes had been assassinated. He completely ignored the doctor's repeated instructions to remain calm and threw the documents and other debris on the table to the ground.
"Frederick is so damn blatant!"
Bismarck gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table.
"The assassins' identities are all clean. They came from abroad, and it's impossible to find out who hired them."
Shadow handed over a basic investigation report, which Bismarck tore up without even looking at it.
"It's better not to read this kind of thing. The only person who would do this to Ross is Frederick.
Whether it was the child, the archer, or even the old woman, they were all part of the plan.
This ingenious chain of tactics is just like the strategy he used during the Prussian-French War, one link after another."
Shadow nodded, but at the same time raised a question.
“I understand all of this, but why aren’t the weapons used poisoned
If it was poisoned, Ross would have been dead by now."
Bismarck snorted coldly.
"Shadow, don't you understand this
This is hammering at me.
Neither the place where the knife was stabbed nor the place where the arrow pierced was a fatal wound.
Frederick didn't want to take Ross's life immediately, but he wanted me to keep a low profile and not confront him.
snort!
I, Bismarck, have been active in politics for many years. How could I be so easily bullied
He thought my successor would be my weak spot, but how could I let him do that
I want to let Frederick know that I, Bismarck, am not someone he can manipulate at will.
Send someone down to protect Ross and Louisa.
I'll just wait and see what Frederick will do next!"
“We have sent people to protect you, Prime Minister, please rest assured.
Such an assassination will never happen again."
Shadow saluted.
"Well, you go back first.
I have to carefully consider each next step. If I make a mistake at one step, all of them will go wrong.
Compared with old William's villainy, Frederick's hypocritical behavior disgusts me more."
Bismarck began to clean up the mess in the tent himself and waved impatiently at Shadow.
Shadow smiled when he heard this, and then he realized that Bismarck's old habit had come back again. He must be wanting to smoke secretly, which was why he was in this posture.
"Ah, I dropped something. I hope no one finds it."
Shadow deliberately threw a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket onto the ground, then slipped away.
"You're smart."
Bismarck muttered.
After looking around, Bismarck secretly picked up the cigarette box and started smoking happily.
——
"Your Majesty, the mission has failed."
The guard knelt on one knee in front of Frederick, who was dining alone at the time.
He frowned, obviously unhappy, but did not make any response.
Except for the sound of knives and forks colliding with plates and Frederick chewing, the restaurant was silent.
After a while, Frederick put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.
He glanced at his guards.
"Why are you still here?"
The guard trembled when he heard this and immediately kowtowed to Frederick.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Frederick held up the red wine glass and shook it gently, not caring about the guard who had already had his head broken.
He stared at the contents of the cup infatuatedly, then put it to his lips and took a sip.
The sweet and sour taste lingered in his mouth, but he still felt it was not enough.
Frederick picked up the flintlock from the dining table, pointed it at the guard who was still kowtowing, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The guard fell in a pool of blood with a look of disbelief on his face. Frederick walked to the side of the pool and caught some of the blood spurting out of the guard with the edge of the cup.
"Well, I really do miss the blood on the battlefield."
Frederick's whispering made the servants guarding him look at each other, and there was fear in their eyes.
Although I was also nervous when serving old William, such a shocking thing had never happened!
Frederick seemed to be a gentle and polite man, but who would have thought that he would behave like such a tyrant!
All the servants immediately lowered their heads, looked at their noses and their hearts, wishing they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Frederick smiled when he saw this, walked up to one of the maids, and lifted her chin with the still hot muzzle of the gun.
“Am I terrible?”
The maid didn't dare to look Frederick in the eye, and could only answer in a mosquito-like voice,
"No... Your Majesty Frederick is wise."
Even so, the tremor in her voice betrayed her nervousness and panic.
"oh?"
Frederick raised his eyebrows.
"How am I wise?"
"...Your Majesty is clear about rewards and punishments. That guard did not do his job well, so he deserved to die."
The maid was still trembling. Although the gun barrel against her chin made her throat feel very uncomfortable, she still had to suppress her uneasiness and flatter Frederick.
Because only by doing this can you save your life.
"Very good, I am very satisfied with this answer. Do you understand?"
Frederick put away the flintlock, put it into the gun bag at his waist, looked around at the servants in the restaurant and spoke loudly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After that, Frederick nodded and walked towards the imperial garden alone.
After passing through the Gothic corridor, Frederick immediately found Queen Victoria who was drinking tea in the pavilion.
When the princess saw Frederick walking towards her with big strides, she stood up and greeted him.
She saw the blood splattered on Frederick and frowned.
"You killed someone again?"
Victoria was somewhat dissatisfied. Ever since the battles between Prussia and France and between Prussia and Austria, Frederick seemed to have gone too far in his thirst for blood.
"It's okay, just a personal guard."
Frederick replied nonchalantly.
He calmly sat in Victoria's original seat, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Earl Grey? You're homesick."
“I haven’t been back for so many years, so I naturally miss my hometown.
But as an imperial concubine, if I return hastily, I will inevitably have to mobilize a large army, and I can only drink tea from my hometown."
After saying that, Victoria waved her hand and asked the maids around her to step back, leaving space for the two to talk.
"Don't worry, as long as our plan succeeds, you will be admired by everyone when you return."
"Where is Bismarck? Your plan will be put on hold until you get rid of him."
Victoria sighed in worry.
“A dying old man is nothing to be afraid of.
I have already warned him, and he does not dare to oppose me for the time being."
Frederick said confidently.
Victoria looked at Frederick, whose self-awareness had inflated since he ascended the throne, and was always worried about him.
“If you want to become a hegemon, you need stability.
Do less of the unconventional things. "
"You're so long-winded! What does a woman know about imperial studies?"
Frederick slammed the table and growled in displeasure.
"...what ever.
The higher-ups will send new people to Munihei soon, so be prepared."
Victoria said faintly.
"What's there to prepare?"
Frederick said indignantly:
"As the king of a country, do I have to look at the faces of the people coming from your Yellow Group headquarters?"
After hearing this, Victoria wanted to slap Frederick in the face, but because of Frederick's status, she couldn't do that.
For the Yellow Group, being able to bring the head of a country into their fold is a very constructive attempt.
Frederick was so presumptuous because he knew this very well.
Victoria looked at the increasingly unfamiliar man in front of her and felt something was absurd.
I have spent half my life by this man's pillow, but now I can't see what this man is planning in his heart.
"Frederick, you disappoint me so much."
Victoria waved her sleeves, cast a contemptuous look at Frederick, and walked towards her own bedroom without looking back.
"Disappointed? It proves that you still don't understand me."
Frederick drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, threw the cup away and walked away.
——
"Hayden! Stop dilly-dallying! Have you cut the fruit platter?"
Veronica smiled as she watched Hayden, who was busy running around with various orders, and her anger was relieved a lot.
"Okay, okay, I'll be right there."
Hayden said timidly.
This was already the fifty-sixth fruit plate he had prepared today. He didn't dare ask why so many fruit plates were prepared. He could only conscientiously cut them according to Veronica's standards.
The fruit plates that Hayden had worked so hard to cut were collected by Baird and would be sent to the Pittsford Electric Company founded by Herman and Eugene to reward all the employees.
In response to the news brought by Hayden, after a full vote by the Einstar family, they chose to continue staying in Munihei.
After their trip to Milan, they understood more deeply that the mansion in Munich was their warm home.
"Come on, you still have forty-four fruit plates to cut."
Veronica leaned against the door and stuck out her tongue mischievously, then left the kitchen humming a little tune.
Hayden held his forehead helplessly. After learning how to use a knife, he ended up having to cut melons to make a living.
But I should be thankful to God that I am alive.
Thinking of this, Hayden continued to work.
——
"Take your time, take your time. Everyone has a fruit plate. No need to fight over it."
When Hayden was about to collapse from exhaustion, Kirk distributed the fruit plates he had cut one by one.
Almost all the employees in the company were queuing up, and everyone took the fruit plate personally handed out by Kirk with a smile.
But only a few people stayed where they were. They looked at the employees in the queue with disdain, gathered together and talked about the people who were heading to the queue.
“Who wants to take advantage of the favors the Jews have given us?”
"That's right. I really look down on those who forget the glory of their bloodline."
"Isn't that a bad way to put it? After all, we are also employees of Mr. Eugene."
"What do you know? If the Jews weren't stupid and rich, would I be here to make money?"
These people were saying these things behind Kirk's back. Kirk's hands froze when he heard them, but he still kept smiling and continued distributing the gifts.
“Why is hatred against Jews getting worse?”
Kirk sighed inwardly.
When Kirk thought of little Albert at home, he was very worried that he would encounter such rumors while growing up.
Such comments will have a bad influence on the growth of children, but this extreme social opinion has been fermenting since the start of the big march.
Racial discrimination has become increasingly intense, with some people not only arguing but engaging in physical conflicts.
Throughout history, the Jewish people have suffered large-scale persecution more than once.
During the Crusades, the Jews were plundered and massacred crazily.
In the 15th century, Spain massacred all the Jews within its borders, causing rivers of blood to flow.
Everything came from the conflict between the Holy Roman Empire's belief in the Way of Life and the Jewish scriptures;
The Jishihui believes that Yesu is the savior, the Messiah, but Judaism holds the opposite opinion.
There are even extremists who believe that Yesujidu's death must be attributed to Jewish persecution.
In this environment, it seems that a new round of conspiracy against the Jews is brewing in the shadows.
More than six million Jews are living in Ouzhou, a temporarily peaceful continent, but they don't know when and where to find their own piece of Eden.
They are the descendants of Shem, the son of Noah who came down from the Ark of Hope, but they are constantly persecuted by people as if they were cursed.
Kirk knew that this hostility would not stop with a few words, nor would it stop being targeted because of the good deeds done by his family.
In extreme cases like these, there is only one way to protect yourself and your family.
That is power. Only powerful power can intimidate these resentful people.
Thinking of this, Kirk stopped the distribution work and asked one of the company's employees to replace him. Then he walked to the outside of Herman and Eugene's office and pushed the door open.
"I have something to say."