5347 Prince Carl’s entrustment

"Britain deserves to be born as a pirate! The bloodline of William the Conqueror has not been diluted at all. In the final analysis, he is still a descendant of Viking pirates... I really think of them too well!"

Bismarck crushed the telegraph newspaper in his hand, took a long drag on his cigarette, opened the window and looked at the bustling scene of Berlin in the distance.

"I thought you were already an empire on which the sun never sets. You were already the most powerful in the world. It was time for you to be a civilized person. You had to wash your hands and come to power!"

"But I didn't expect that at the critical moment, pirates would still use their tactics! The heirs of Germany and the Austro-Hungarian Empire dared to detain them! God! Are these damn British guys devils?"

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to see His Majesty and the Prince!"

Under the protection of a team of elite cavalry, Bismarck's carriage drove quickly towards the palace. Many pedestrians on the road recognized the carriage and took off their hats to salute the Prime Minister. At this moment, Bismarck's reputation in Germany was really at its peak.

Berlin City Palace, Germany's royal palace, is located on the banks of the Spree River. It is a very luxurious Baroque-style palace. After several repairs, it is now the largest in history.

However, the expressions of people in the entire palace today were very heavy. The condition of Crown Prince Carl made everyone very worried.

When Bismarck saw Prince Karl on the sick bed, he discovered that the prince had already exhausted his appearance, his body was extremely thin, and he did not have the grace of the Austro-Prussian War at all!

Seeing Bismarck, Prince Carl's eyes shone brightly. He slightly raised his hand to signal to his old friend, but only slightly.

Bismarck quickly walked over and grabbed Prince Carl's hand, "Your Highness, please have a good rest. I'll come to see you..."

"Ah...ah...Prime Minister...Hello..." Prince Carl had a minor throat operation and damaged his vocal cords, so it was extremely difficult to speak. Bismarck had to listen carefully to understand.

At this time, a maid leaned over. This was a nurse who had been accompanying the Crown Prince for many years. She had been able to accurately distinguish the Crown Prince's words. She was often the translator.

"Your Highness wants to know when the princess and William will come back..."

Seeing Prince Karl's physical condition, Bismarck did not dare to tell the truth and quickly lied to him, "Count Moltke has already led a team to pick him up and will be back soon. Please rest assured, Your Highness..."

Some people say that people's minds will be very clear when they are dying. Maybe this sentence is true. Prince Carl's throat came out with vague words, and the little nurse put her ear to his mouth to hear them clearly.

"His Highness said...Did the Princess and William not be able to come back? Did the Queen force them to stay..."

"You don't have to lie to me... I've been fighting all my life... I can see... You have a plan all along..."

"You are plotting a sneak attack on London... This is an opportunity... But... don't underestimate the British... They are... the elite among pirates... very difficult to deal with..."

"Your Highness, you need to rest...don't talk too much...be careful of the wound on your throat..." Bismarck tried to persuade Prince Carl to see how tired he was.

But Prince Carl also knows very well that he does not have much time. If he can speak today, he may not be able to speak tomorrow. He must make an important explanation in his life!

"Prime Minister...for the sake of our many years of...friendship...please...please take care of William..."

"I'm very worried... He has a hand disability since he was a child... He grew up in England... His grandmother... It will definitely affect him..."

"When he takes the throne... I'm afraid... he will conflict with you... It's very possible... Bismarck... my old friend... for my sake... don't argue with him. ...Take care of him..."

This is deathbed care! Bismarck pushed away the chair and half-knelt in front of the hospital bed, "Your Highness... my loyalty to Germany and my love for this nation... cannot be doubted... I will definitely devote all my loyalty to the prince..."

Prince Karl waved his hand, "I...I'm not doubting you...I...I'm doubting my son...he will become the monarch of Germany in the future...but he...is too deeply influenced by Britain..."

"I'm afraid that he...who has great ambitions but little talent...will make things difficult for you...and you won't be able to reconcile the contradiction..."

"My old friend... listen to me... these... ancient empires in Europe... can't beat the British... they completely control the sea power..."

"We are really no match for him...we have to admit it...the hope for the future...is...in the east..."

Prince Carl's eyes showed a unique look. He was thinking about his old friends in the East. "Do you still remember... the first batch of Chinese soldiers? They... dared to use guns... at me... as soon as they arrived in Berlin..."

"At that time... I was very curious... what kind of magical... leader... could make such a dilapidated empire... bring such... domineering vitality..."

"Later... on the Prussian-Austrian battlefield... on the Franco-Prussian battlefield... Xiao... was so amazing... every step he made... surprised us..."

"Bismarck...my old friend...please trust...my intuition...the one who can defeat...the Anglo...Saxons...can only be from the East..."

Having said this, Prince Carl was exhausted, and a low gasping sound came from his throat. The little nurse quickly shook the bell, and a group of doctors next door to the palace quickly walked in.

"Prime Minister... please go out and rest and wait... We need to rescue you quickly..."

Bismarck looked at Prince Karl on the hospital bed and stepped back step by step. Their eyes met with a look of reluctance!

Karl looked at him. In fact, he had a lot to say to his old friend, but there was no time. The disease had made him extremely weak.

Bismarck's eyes turned red. The majesty of his old friend when he was riding a horse for hunting and leading the army in battle was still spinning in front of his eyes. It was difficult for him to connect the Prince Karl at that time with the thin bones on the sick bed now.

When he exited the door, he couldn't stop crying!

"Your Highness... take good care of your health... If my old bones can survive until little William comes to the throne, I will definitely not break my promise..."

In fact, Bismarck fulfilled its promise. When William II came to the throne, the young and energetic monarch continued to deny Bismarck's policies and continued to exclude this old hero of the empire!

And Bismarck gave in and tolerated him until his death. Apart from verbal criticism, he did not impose any restrictions on His Majesty!

Bismarck stood quietly outside the hall, watching the medical staff coming in and out. He didn't know how long it had passed before a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Karl...are you talking to you about William's future? This is already a worry for him..."

Bismarck was startled and turned around to see that it was His Majesty the Kaiser Wilhelm I. He quickly bowed and saluted His Majesty!

The gray-bearded William I waved his hand, "You don't need to salute in front of me... In fact, I can guess everything Karl said to you!"

"Little William has been in the UK, which is not a good sign... Now that the Queen has taken him directly as a hostage, your military adventure plans should be suspended!"

Bismarck said solemnly, "Your Majesty! I don't have any adventure plans. I just try my best to prepare more plans for the empire!"