As Charles Bonaparte expected, Bishop Muzzarelli entered the Apostolic Palace to meet the Pope and informed Pius IX that the Gemstone family wanted to meet with him.
Feeling the unpredictable situation in the Papal States, Pius IX decided to leave an extra way for himself.
Pius IX immediately agreed to the Bonaparte family's request and set a date.
"Muzarelli, please come and make a trip in person!" Pius IX said to Bishop Muzarelli.
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Bishop Muzarelli received the order from Pius IX and left.
Looking at the background of Bishop Muzzarelli's departure, Pius IX's eyes were dull and he murmured to himself: "This world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible!"
An old man in red robes appeared in front of Pius IX from a dark corner. With gray hair and wrinkles on his face, he reported the situation to Pius IX in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Rome is getting more and more chaotic! The forces are already starting to move!"
Pius IX frowned and said with disgust in his voice: "Have you found out the forces behind it?"
"Most have been identified!" the cardinal responded to Pius IX.
"Then do it!" Pius IX gestured with his knife in the air, "I gave them too much!"
"Your Majesty..." the cardinal muttered, "I'm afraid we can't do it now. Rushing to intensify conflicts may put our community in dire straits."
"Then what do you think we should do now? Are we going to wait for the kill?" Pius IX said in an excited voice.
The Cardinal did not speak, and to this day, there is nothing he can do.
"Okay! I'm tired, go down!" Pius IX turned around and sat on the papal throne inlaid with various gems.
The Cardinal leaves.
Pius IX took out the ruby donated by Muzarelli, stared at it, and muttered in a low voice: "Family Bonaparte, I wonder if you can still control the beast of revolution like the original emperor!"
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On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte, who lives in the Roman Forum, is not idle either. He is writing something furiously while staying in the hotel.
So there was no time to appreciate the ruins of ancient Rome.
"Dong dong dong!"
A brief knock on the door awakened Jérôme Bonaparte from his sea of words. After closing his pen, he stood up and opened the door.
Lucien Louis was standing outside the door with an unknown guy.
"Uncle Jerome!" Lucien Louis said respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Prince Jerome!" Another guy looked at Jerome Bonaparte with curious eyes and saluted to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Who is this?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked doubtfully.
"Uncle, this is Bishop Muzarelli!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Hello! Your Excellency, Bishop!" Jerome Bonaparte bowed and saluted Muzarelli.
Although I don't know what level the guy in front of me is in the Holy See, the guy who can be brought in front of me by my nephew must be someone who can help me meet the Pope.
"Bishop Muzzarelli is the pope's envoy! He is also the bishop in charge of censorship and public education in Rome!" Lucien Louis introduced to Jerome Bonaparte again.
Jérôme Bonaparte had a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that this guy would be the "Minister of Education" of the Papal State.
"Your Highness, maybe you don't recognize me anymore, but we met when Bishop Fish was still here!" Muzzarelli has a close relationship with Jerome Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte still didn't think of it, so he could only get over it casually.
At the invitation of Jerome Bonaparte, Bishop Muzzarelli and Lucien Louis sat on the long sofa.
Sitting down, Muzzarelli immediately said to Jerome Bonaparte: "On behalf of His Majesty, I welcome His Excellency the Prince. His Majesty the Pope is also very pleased that His Excellency the Prince can come to Rome."
Muzzarelli's polite words were also responded to by Jérôme Bonaparte with equally polite words.
The two sides formally started exchanges.
"I follow the order of Pope Pius IX and invite Prince Jérôme to the Palace of Religion! I wonder if His Excellency the Prince has time!" Bishop Muza asked Jérôme Bonaparte.
Done!
The palm of Jerome Bonaparte's thigh was curled into a fist.
Although he was extremely excited inside, his face still had a dull expression.
"Thank you to the Pope for giving me, a devout believer, an opportunity to meet in person!" Jerome Bonaparte shamelessly advertised himself as a "devout believer."
Muzzarelli also told lies with his eyes open: "Your Majesty cares and helps every devout believer, especially a devout believer like the prince!"
After the two complimented each other for a long time, they finally set a date of May 31, which was four days later.
"Your Excellency, there will be a carriage from the Holy See to pick you up in four days. I hope you will not forget it!" Muzarelli warned Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Of course!" Jerome Bonaparte kept it in mind, "By the way! Please tell His Majesty Pius IX that I will give him something important on the day of my meeting with him!"
How much money does the Bonaparte family have?
Bishop Muzarelli, who regarded Jerome Bonaparte's "gift" as jewelry, did not know that this "gift" was more precious than jewelry to a certain extent.
"Then I'll wait and see!" Muzarelli stood up and left. Jérôme Bonaparte and Lucien Louis sent Muzarelli downstairs to the hotel.
A carriage inlaid with the emblem of the Papal State appeared in front of Bishop Muzarelli, who returned to the Palace of Literature in the carriage.
Lucien Louis was once again invited to the hotel by Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Take a look at this!" Jérôme Bonaparte handed Lucien Louis the unfinished manuscript that had just been placed on his desk.
Lucien Louis, who received the manuscript, first glanced at the contents of the manuscript casually, and then his expression became more and more serious.
Sitting opposite Lucien Louis, the old god Jérôme Bonaparte crossed his legs and waited for Lucien Louis.
Since the manuscript had not been finished yet, Lucien Louis finished reading it quickly. He pointed at the manuscript with a shocked face and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Uncle, you only wrote this manuscript!"
"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded with peace of mind.
Anyway, the original author of the manuscript was born 26 years later, so his piracy can completely force the original author to death.
The original author probably never imagined that someone could plagiarize across time.
