"It won’t be long before Sevastopol is embroiled in a great war! At that ti, the entire Sevastopol is likely to be engulfed in blood and fire!" Jero Bonaparte said to Vilnius in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, I’m not afraid!" Vilnius responded resolutely to Jero Bonaparte: "Saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty we nurses should fulfill!"
"Yes! You’re not afraid!" Jero Bonaparte exclaid angrily: "Shouldn’t you consider my feelings? Are you planning to make sleepless in Paris?"
At this mont, Jero Bonaparte deeply regretted that he had foolishly sent Vilnius to Constantinople to build a reputation by working as a nurse.
In just a short month, Vilnius had transford into a nurse with Holy Mother attributes.
This transformation was sothing Jero Bonaparte never could have anticipated.
"Your Majesty, I..." Vilnius was sowhat shaken but still responded firmly to Jero Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, it was you who took the initiative to let learn nursing knowledge and then sent here!"
"Now I’ve changed my mind, okay!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Vilnius with a slightly self-abandoning tone, "My dear lady, can’t you give a break?"
"Your Majesty, you told a few days ago! Now the entire France is eagerly reporting my deeds. If I leave here and return to Paris, all our previous efforts will not only turn to naught but also possibly earn us a reputation for desertion!" Vilnius patiently analyzed for Jero Bonaparte.
"Who dares!" Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but raise his voice.
"Your Majesty, the dostic newspapers are indeed under your control and cannot utter a word!" Vilnius spoke slowly: "But what about foreign newspapers? What will those countries which wish to mock the French Empire do?"
Vilnius’ words reminded Jero Bonaparte of the Kingdom of Britain, and she now played the exact role that Nightingale did in history.
At this point, the entire France, and indeed much of Europe, was praising Vilnius’ good deeds.
If Vilnius returned to Paris, the previous praise would instantly turn into accusations.
The efforts he and Vilnius had made would also go up in smoke.
Thinking of this, Jero Bonaparte was sowhat shaken.
"Your Majesty, the team of British volunteers is about to reach the Cria Peninsula! If we do not act, our previous efforts will also be overshadowed by the British volunteers!" Vilnius urged Jero Bonaparte.
"How do you know there’s a group of volunteers heading to Cria?" Jero Bonaparte inquired with a heart full of doubt.
"So ti ago, I received a letter from Britain! The writer should be a wealthy lady, she told that she admired my glorious deeds in Constantinople! So, she wanted to emulate by forming a volunteer team and heading to the Cria Peninsula, and she also asked if I would be willing to join her to the Cria Peninsula!" Vilnius explained to Jero Bonaparte.
After hearing Vilnius’ recount, Jero Bonaparte thought of Nightingale and hurriedly asked Vilnius: "Do you know the na of the person who wrote to you?"
"She said her na is Nightingale!" Vilnius answered Jero Bonaparte.
This ti the mimic t the original!
Jero Bonaparte’s mouth revealed a helpless smile.
If it were anyone else, Jero Bonaparte would not worry about Vilnius being overshadowed.
After all, Vilnius was the first to try it.
But Nightingale was different from others, she was the original owner of the honorary road Jero Bonaparte paved for Vilnius.
Even with the initial advantage, Jero Bonaparte still found it challenging to guarantee that Vilnius wouldn’t be replaced by Nightingale.
For the Kingdom of Britain, promoting Nightingale, this "English", would yield higher returns than promoting Vilnius, a "French".
He didn’t want to see the path he painstakingly paved for Vilnius, again taken over by Nightingale.
The struggle between France and Britain wasn’t just a military one; it was crucial in cultural fields and heroic deeds as well.
He wanted the world to think that the first person to build a nursing system was a French person, not an Englishman.
However, Vilnius, a French, was similar to Beethoven, an Austrian, and Hitler, a German.
But Nightingale wasn’t purely a Briton either; traditionally speaking, she was an Italian. It’s just that she lived in Britain, and there was no Italian border at the ti, so Nightingale beca a British.
"Honestly, I have a bit of admiration for Miss Nightingale. She actually has the courage to head to the Cria Peninsula!" Vilnius couldn’t help but praise Nightingale.
"Alright! I agree!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Vilnius.
"Your Majesty, what did you just say?" a stunned Vilnius slightly opened her mouth, revealing a shocked expression.
"I said I agree with you going to the Cria Peninsula, Miss Vilnius!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Vilnius word by word.
"Really?" Vilnius once again asked Jero Bonaparte.
"Of course it’s true!" Jero Bonaparte nodded, and then shifted the topic, "However, you must promise so things!"
"What things?" Vernia asked Jero Bonaparte.
"First, you must work in the sa hospital with your admirer, Miss Nightingale!" Jero Bonaparte said to Vernia.
"Why is that?" Vernia looked at Jero Bonaparte in confusion. She didn’t understand why His Majesty the Emperor wanted this.
"Don’t ask why! If you don’t agree, then I won’t agree either!" Jero Bonaparte replied to Vernia with a stance of not giving an inch.
"I’ll have to discuss this with Miss Nightingale. It won’t be long before she arrives in Constantinople!" Vernia said to Jero Bonaparte.
"Secondly, your hospital must be established on the south shore, and close to the rear!" Jero Bonaparte continued to propose conditions.
If the commander of the Russian Empire isn’t a fool, he will definitely attack the north shore first, like France’s attack on Sevastopol, and then attack the south shore (later Gorchakov did not go all-in on the north shore).
So, compared to the north shore, the south shore is still quite safe.
"Alright!" Vernia nodded and replied to Jero Bonaparte.
"That’s all I have to say!" Jero Bonaparte sighed. He really didn’t want Vernia to take risks.
"Your Majesty, thank you for your understanding and support!" Vernia replied to Jero Bonaparte.
"I don’t really want to support it, but is it possible?" Jero Bonaparte shrugged, "Alright! Let’s not talk about this. While there’s still ti, return to the hospital and prepare! Don’t make any mistakes later!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Never mind! Wait a mont! You can prepare tomorrow!" Jero Bonaparte suddenly pulled Vernia into his arms, "I’m in a bad mood now!"
Vernia smiled charmingly, her slender hand reached again for Jero Bonaparte’s "militia missile."
After a while, strange sounds ca from the room.
...
The next day, early in the morning.
Jero Bonaparte, lying completely naked, opened his bleary eyes, touching the pillow beside him that was still warm.
A while later, he got up and put on the clothes scattered on the ground one by one, then took a carriage to the French Embassy.
When Jero Bonaparte entered the embassy, both Valerovsky and Marshal Renio happened to be inside.
Jero Bonaparte yawned and said to Valerovsky and Renio, "I just happen to have sothing to discuss with you!"
"Your Majesty, please go ahead!" Valerovsky and Marshal Renio said in unison.
"I want to change the award ceremony location from Constantinople to Sevastopol, what do you think?" Jero Bonaparte asked Valerovsky and Marshal Renio tentatively.
As soon as these words were spoken, they were imdiately opposed by both Valerovsky and Renio.
In their view, Jero Bonaparte going to Sevastopol was a very unwise move.
The current Cria Peninsula could erupt into a great war at any ti. Jero Bonaparte going there now is simply too dangerous.
If the Russian Empire knew that the Emperor was in Sevastopol, they would attack Sevastopol at any cost.
If they could capture the Emperor, the war would end very quickly.
"It’s just an award ceremony, it doesn’t matter, right! Don’t worry, I won’t stay there for long!" Jero Bonaparte said unyieldingly.
"Your Majesty, it’s not a matter of ti!" Valerovsky continued to persuade, "The situation on the Cria Peninsula is really too dangerous now, a war could break out there at any mont!"
"Are you afraid of war?" Jero Bonaparte asked back.
Valerovsky and Marshal Renio both shook their heads, and Jero Bonaparte continued, "Since neither of you fear war, then why should I fear it!
It’s settled, the award ceremony location will be changed from Constantinople to the Cria Peninsula!
And the two of you better not tell Paris about this, if I find out that you snitched, hmm hmm..."
And so, under the coercion of Jero Bonaparte, the award ceremony was changed from Constantinople to the Cria Peninsula.
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