A ticulously orchestrated assassination operation directed by Jero Bonaparte himself, with Orsini unknowingly cooperating, is steadily advancing.
"By the way! How is Bernard, who lured Orsini to try to assassinate , doing now?" Jero Bonaparte casually inquired.
"Your Majesty, according to reports from our undercover agents in Britain, Bernard has been killed on the street!" Marcel Yale replied to Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte listened, frowning slightly, then asked, "Could Britain suspect that we were involved?"
"Your Majesty, they won’t!" Marcel Yale confidently responded, "The person who killed Bernard wasn’t from our side!
We just happened to spread so information unintentionally in a tavern, and Bernard was then targeted by so British thugs!
These British thugs murdered Bernard while he was walking alone at night!
No matter how much Britain investigates, they will only be able to trace it back to those thugs!"
"I see!" Jero Bonaparte’s frown relaxed, and he patted Marcel Yale’s shoulder in encouragent, "You did a great job with this matter!"
"It was just my duty!" Marcel Yale humbly responded.
In recognition of Marcel Yale, Jero Bonaparte granted him the right to independently choose mbers for promotion.
This ans that after this "assassination incident" is over, Marcel Yale can submit a list of mbers for promotion to him.
Jero Bonaparte will unhesitatingly promote everyone on the list.
Upon hearing this from Jero Bonaparte, Marcel Yale imdiately bowed respectfully to him.
This gift was far more valuable to Marcel Yale than dals and bonuses.
It essentially elevated his power within the National Intelligence Bureau.
Once the promotion list is approved, everyone on it will owe him a favor, further enhancing his prestige in the National Intelligence Bureau.
"Make sure to include everyone involved in this operation! Do not let anyone who participated feel disheartened!" Jero Bonaparte specifically instructed.
"Rest assured!" Marcel Yale verbally assured Jero Bonaparte, though inwardly he considered promoting those loyal to him.
However, Marcel Yale was unaware that Jero Bonaparte’s actions were also testing his loyalty.
If Felix Godan’s na doesn’t appear on Marcel Yale’s promotion list, it would prove that Marcel Yale himself is not completely loyal.
Then, Jero Bonaparte can consider finding an opportunity to remove Marcel Yale from the position of Director of the National Intelligence Bureau.
After all, a person holding such a crucial position who is duplicitous cannot be tolerated by any monarch!
If Felix Godan’s na does appear on the list, Marcel Yale may still be considered a loyal person.
In the short term, Jero Bonaparte would not consider replacing him.
Because those capable disdain the reputation of the National Intelligence Bureau, while those incapable are unable to manage it.
Finding soone who doesn’t mind a tarnished reputation and is also competent is extrely difficult.
"Alright! Go and prepare!" Jero Bonaparte waved a hand and said to Marcel Yale.
Marcel Yale saluted Jero Bonaparte once more and then turned to leave the Tuileries Palace.
Watching Marcel Yale’s departing figure, Jero Bonaparte whispered, "I hope you won’t disappoint !"
With that, Jero Bonaparte also returned to the dining room for a al.
...
At two in the afternoon, after a brief nap, Jero Bonaparte and Augusta set off again by carriage.
Accompanied by the Imperial Guard, Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta descended from the carriage hand in hand at the entrance of the Charitable Hospital.
The hospital director, along with a group of doctors and nurses, had been waiting at the entrance for a long ti. Upon seeing Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta, the director, dressed in a white coat, quickly instructed the doctors and nurses behind him to shout, "Welco, Your Majesties!"
Empress Augusta had a smile on her face, while Jero Bonaparte appeared tense and displeased.
The director, seeing Jero Bonaparte’s expression, panicked, unsure of how he might have offended the Emperor.
"What’s wrong, Your Majesty?" Augusta, standing beside him, also noticed Jero Bonaparte’s displeasure and quickly asked him.
"This is sheer nonsense!" Jero Bonaparte shouted loudly in anger, "Are you still doctors? Is there no patient left in this hospital?"
"Your Majesty, there are!" The director, not understanding what his mistake was, hurriedly replied, "Our hospital still has more than 100 patients..."
"If there are so many patients in the hospital, then who permitted you to engage in these superficial activities!
You are doctors, your duty is to save lives! It is not to engage in formalism here!" Jero Bonaparte’s voice grew louder, and the Parisians witnessing this couldn’t help but cheer for him.
"I..." The director’s face showed an expression of sha; this was the first ti he had been criticized in front of so many people.
"I what!" Jero Bonaparte pointed at the director and said, "Get your hospital’s doctors and nurses back to their respective positions!"
"Oh! Okay!" The director, realizing it suddenly, turned around to urge the doctors and nurses behind him to go back into the hospital.
Once all the doctors and nurses had entered the hospital, Jero Bonaparte spoke again to the director, "Lead the way!"
"Yes!" The director hurriedly moved to Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta’s side to guide them.
The Guard Army standing behind Jero Bonaparte wanted to enter with him, but was stopped by Jero Bonaparte.
"I believe that the citizens of France will not point guns at their monarch!" Jero Bonaparte first said loudly, then added righteously, "The bullets of assassins can never kill a righteous monarch; instead, they elevate the monarch’s spirit to remain with the entire nation.
And the assassins and the party behind them will certainly be nailed to the pillar of sha forever!"
As soon as Jero Bonaparte finished speaking, a thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.
Amidst the continuous applause, Jero Bonaparte and Empress Augusta entered the hospital accompanied by the director.
At this mont, Orsini in the crowd watched Jero Bonaparte and Augusta enter the hospital, Jero Bonaparte’s previous sentence "Assassins and the party behind them will be nailed to the pillar of sha forever" echoed continuously in his mind.
Will we be nailed to the pillar of sha? Orsini silently asked himself in his heart.
Just then, Orsini heard his companion’s voice beside him, "Orsini, we should go make the arrangents!"
"Oh! Okay!" The startled Orsini quickly responded, then disappeared into the crowd.
...
anwhile, under the director’s guidance, Jero Bonaparte and Augusta, both wearing masks, toured the basic facilities of the Charitable Hospital.
Looking at the clean hospital, Jero Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad! Not bad! You have done well in terms of hygiene!"
"This is all thanks to Her Majesty the Empress!" the director said while bowing to Augusta, "Her Majesty, on behalf of the entire hospital staff, I thank you for your donations!
It is precisely because of your selfless contributions that more patients have survived!"
"It’s nothing!" Augusta replied to the director, shaking her head, "It’s just a small effort!"
Jero Bonaparte looked slightly surprised; as her husband, he didn’t know about this before.
However, he was more curious about where Augusta got the money for the ongoing donations.
Sustained contributions to a hospital co at a considerable cost!
Whether it’s the money on the books of the Northern Industrial Group or Emperor Jero Bonaparte’s salary (several million francs), Augusta hadn’t used any of it.
"Actually, I just mobilized so Countesses, Duchesses to contribute a little bit!" Augusta quietly told Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte imdiately understood Augusta’s aning; Augusta only needed to hint to her circle of ladies, and those wealthy won, eager to make a good impression in front of the Empress, naturally were willing to donate generously.
If each lady donated just a little, not only could they support one hospital, but even a hundred hospitals, they could do it effortlessly.
And those ladies’ husbands were equally pleased to see their wives making an impression in front of the Empress.
"Wonderful!" Jero Bonaparte gave a thumbs up and praised Augusta.
Then, as Jero Bonaparte and Augusta reached a ward, they encountered a nurse just coming out of the room, who was soone Jero Bonaparte happened to know.
"Nurse Nightingale!" Jero Bonaparte looked at the nurse in front with surprise, warmly greeting her.
With her head down, looking at the dical record in her hand, Nightingale raised her head upon hearing the greeting and looked at Jero Bonaparte.
Then she bowed slightly in response to Jero Bonaparte, "Your Majesty the Emperor, Your Majesty the Empress!"
"Augusta, this is Nurse Nightingale! The ’Lantern Goddess’ during the Crian War!" Jero Bonaparte introduced Nightingale to Augusta.
"Your Majesty, you flatter !" Nightingale humbly said, then added, "In my opinion, your wife, Empress Augusta, and Lady Vierania are the real ’Lantern Goddesses’ possessing both beauty and wisdom!"
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