what do you think sherlock

Chapter 70 Access
The action of the Gladstone cabinet was faster than anyone had imagined. On the second day after he announced the news to the media, all members of the envoy boarded the ship to the port of Calais.

Under the escort of the Royal Navy, the ship took the Prime Minister and his party to France in less than half a day, and then they took a train in Calais and went directly to Paris for a 6-day state visit.

As for why the prime minister announced to the media for 10 days, but actually stayed in Paris for only 6 days, the reason behind this...

Of course, because there were no planes at this time, diplomatic visits took much more time on the journey than in modern times, and thanks to the close proximity of Britain and France, it did not consume too much time on the journey.

Prime Minister Gladstone received an extremely warm reception in Paris. On the first day of his arrival in Paris, several important agreements were reached. However, these agreements are of secondary importance. The real core topic of this visit is The third day will come.

That was about the balance of power on the continent.

"Mills," Gladstone sat on the sofa, took out a cigar from the cigar box, cut it open, lit it, took a puff, and held the cigar between his middle finger and index finger, looking at his secretary, Mills. S:
"Do you think our alliance with France will scare the Russians?"

"Of course, Your Excellency Prime Minister, in the previous two Russian-Turkish wars, we and the French army have caused heavy damage to the Russians. Of course they will be afraid of us, but are you sure that France will still stand with us this time?"

"It is inevitable, Mills, there is no reason why the French should not stand with us." Gladstone took a sip of his cigar cheerfully.

Mills suddenly realized: "So that's the case, then what is the reason why the French are standing with us?"

"Oh, how should I put it? To put it simply, the reason why the French stand with us is of course that the French have no reason not to stand with us."

"Excellent argument, but you still haven't told me why the French are with us." Mills said sincerely.

"Maybe we don't need reasons, Mills, domestic documents need reasons, but now it's foreign affairs, we just need to focus on gaining benefits." Gladstone said with a frown.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Mills took out a pen and swished it in his notebook, which aroused Gladstone's curiosity:

"Mills, what are you writing?"

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister," Mills said, looking up, "I am writing the domestic papers on this foreign affairs."

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Inside Old Tom's Tavern, Cairo.

"Don't be nervous," Lord Lawton smiled and looked at Smith. "In addition, the muzzle of your right hand can also be slightly lowered to avoid misfiring. I don't want to be shot by my own people."

Although he said worried words, Lawton's face was still full of smiles, as if he didn't take the pistol seriously in his heart.

"Who are you?" Smith didn't lower his gun, and he put the glass back on the bar, obviously not trusting the safety of the drink.

"I'll show you something and you'll know." Lawton smiled and took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, which contained a medal. It seemed to be a special token. When Smith's eyes caught this token When he shot, most of the vigilance in his eyes disappeared in an instant, but out of professional caution, he still maintained the posture of holding the gun, but the gun was aimed at the ground instead of people.

"Who gave you this thing," Smith asked.

"According to the rules, it must not be disclosed." Lawton still maintained that polite smile, making it difficult to detect any emotional changes in his heart: "But when your Excellency handed this thing to me, He specifically asked him to reveal his identity, and he also asked me to bring you a sentence."

"What?"

Lawton leaned forward slightly, and said in a very low voice: "Mr. Gladstone asked me to tell you that after completing this task, you will be the assistant director."

Smith's pupils suddenly dilated, and his breathing became slightly thicker, but these subtle changes were immediately hidden by him:

"Let's talk about it, what kind of mission pays so much."

Lawton showed a satisfied smile, and he moved a box from his feet to Smith's side: "It's not difficult, just need you to take this thing to the north."

Smith looked at the box silently. Instead of opening it, he looked at another box at Lawton's feet:
"What is that, someone else's task?"

Lawton's smile became more obvious, and he patted another box beside his feet: "This is my task, and I will be responsible for placing four smoke bombs for you."

"Smoke bomb? So I'm the only real guy?" Smith said, staring at Lawton's face.

"You're right," Lawton nodded, "Aren't you curious what's in here?"

"I'm not sure it's something I can look at." Smith shook his head.

"Of course you can watch it," Lawton smiled, leaned closer to Smith's ear, and said in a lower voice:
"It's just a crown after all."

PS: Correct a mistake. In some previous chapters, Gladstone’s name was wrongly written as Graystone. Here is a correction. The name of the Prime Minister of Great Britain is Gladstone. I have changed almost all of the previous mistakes. Yes, sorry family~~
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