Jero Bonaparte cleared out the furniture from one of the rented rooms, leaving only a few chairs. He inford the Bonaparte Party mbers that he intended to use this empty room as a temporary eting hall. Subsequently, he settled the formal eting ti with the Bonaparte Party mbers for the next day, and then issued a dismissal order, leaving only Eugène Roué, Percy, Fleury, and Letty.
"I’ve asked you to stay because I consider you the most capable and loyal people!" Jero Bonaparte began by praising the individuals present.
"Your Majesty, you flatter us!" Percy humbly bowed his head to Jero Bonaparte and said, "We are insignificant people united under the banner of Bonaparte. Without Bonaparte, we are nothing! Our shared aspiration is for the Empire to be reestablished in France!"
Fleury, Letty, Roué and others nodded and said, "For the glory of the Empire, we will not hesitate!"
"I promise you! If one day the Emperor’s spirit favors to rebuild the Empire, you will share in this glory with !" Jero Bonaparte pointed to each person in the room.
A mature monarch would never hesitate to hold all power in their hands; they need to distribute so power as rewards to trusted confidants. While generously granting rights, they must also prevent them from colluding. Through power, disagreents are sown among them to promote healthy competition. Only in this way can the Empire prosper, and the power delegated by the monarch can be easily reclaid.
Jero Bonaparte could share power with them, but they must serve the Empire for a lifeti.
Once Jero Bonaparte detected any signs of rebellion, he would imdiately reclaim the power entrusted to them.
After the Napoleon Dynasty, both the Restoration Dynasty and the Orléans Dynasty liked to share power with French literati, mainly because they were easier to curry favor with. They used their pens to build the dynasty’s image, and the dynasty richly rewarded them.
Once the literati’s opinions conflicted with those of the Kingdom, rescinding their power could be done with just a word.
Even though such power lies at the whim of the monarch, many still eagerly strive for it.
Percy and others were similarly avaricious. Upon hearing Jero Bonaparte’s generous promises, they trembled at the corners of their mouths, appearing extrely moved.
"Mr. Percy!" Jero Bonaparte’s expression turned serious, and his tone beca particularly formal.
"Your Majesty!" Percy responded.
"Now, I appoint you as Secretary General! I wonder, do you have confidence?" Jero Bonaparte issued the first appointnt to Percy.
"I will not disappoint Your Majesty’s trust!" Percy said resolutely.
Although the position of Secretary General ntioned by Jero Bonaparte might be just an empty title, this appointnt signified that Percy had successfully transitioned to a full-fledged role.
Though it was just an empty structure now, once Jero Bonaparte beca President, the Secretary General would lead the most powerful departnt.
Upon hearing Jero Bonaparte’s appointnt, Eugène Roué showed a look of envy, while at the sa ti feeling apprehensive about what position Jero Bonaparte would assign him.
"Colonel Fleury!" Jero Bonaparte also formally addressed Fleury.
"Present!" Fleury stood straight, awaiting Jero Bonaparte’s appointnt.
"You’ve been following for a while now, and your loyalty to the Bonaparte Clan has not gone unnoticed! Thus, I appoint you as Chief of Security, dedicated to guarding my safety! Are you willing?" Jero Bonaparte asked Fleury.
"Of course, I’m willing!" Fleury said excitedly.
Ensuring Jero Bonaparte’s safety was undoubtedly a critical task, representing Jero Bonaparte’s trust in him.
Those trusted by the monarch are never short of power.
Captain Leti was assigned the task of publicity by Jero Bonaparte, which involved organizing personnel to distribute flyers on the streets.
Eugène Roué was also appointed as the "Minister of Foreign Affairs," with the focus of his work on the parliant or salons to win over people leaning towards Bonaparte.
Of course, Jero Bonaparte inwardly hoped Roué could beco the Minister of Justice, for that was his actual profession.
"I will announce your appointnts at tomorrow’s formal eting and have all Bonapartists respect your authority! Of course, your positions are not fixed and will change according to circumstances."
Looking at the faces of the four, Jero Bonaparte tactfully issued a dismissal order after explaining everything.
The four left one by one, and the last to leave was Jero Bonaparte, who closed the door of the temporary eting room and returned to his previous dwelling room.
After handling all affairs, Jero Bonaparte lay in bed with his eyes closed, ready to sleep.
Just as Jero Bonaparte was about to fall asleep, there was a rhythmic knocking at the door.
Fighting off sleepiness, Jero Bonaparte yawned and slowly moved to the door, turning the brass doorknob to open it.
The door opened slowly, and a beautiful lady appeared outside. The drowsy Jero Bonaparte instantly beca alert upon seeing her. He scratched his head and said, "Sister, it’s so late! Why are you here?"
The lady at the door was Mathilde Bonaparte, Jero Bonaparte’s elder sister.
Wearing a white court dress and holding an ivory fan, she looked at her brother, who exuded an air of laziness, and angrily poked Jero Bonaparte’s chest with the fan, saying, "Jero, why didn’t you tell you were coming beforehand!"
"Um... um!" Jero Bonaparte showed a sincere, silly smile that he would only display with family: "It’s already very late! I figured telling you tomorrow wouldn’t be too late!"
"Do you rember the things I ntioned in the letter!" Mathilde gazed at Jero Bonaparte and said.
"Things? What things?" Just erging from a state of drowsiness, Jero Bonaparte’s thoughts were sowhat confused.
Seeing his sister Mathilde about to lose her temper, Jero Bonaparte quickly recalled the matters she ntioned in the letter. He hurriedly pulled Mathilde’s arm and had her sit on the sofa, while massaging her shoulders, saying, "You an that I should et Mr. Hugo, right!"
"You still rember!" Mathilde said with a slightly sarcastic tone, "When does our great Prince plan to et him?"
"How could it be otherwise! I should visit him personally!" Knowing his sister’s teasing intention, Jero Bonaparte still maintained a humble tone towards her.
He and his father owe his sister Mathilde far too much.
"Then let’s go! My Prince!" Mathilde said to Jero Bonaparte.
"Go? Where to?"
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