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Chapter 80 The Last Greeting

Buckinghamshire, Hurndon Manor.

Disraeli straightened up from the bed with some difficulty, and looked at Jonathan in front of him.

Jonathan looked at his father worriedly, with slight tears in his eyes.

"You don't have to look at me like that, Jonathan." Disraeli's voice was hoarse and piercing, like the rough wind from an old bellows:
"There is nothing in the world that can be truly eternal. Life is always alone."

"I understand, Father," Jonathan handed Disraeli a glass of warm water, and then remained silent.

"After I leave, you have to take good care of your sister. She is actually a very smart and kind child. I owe her all these years," Disraeli took a sip of water carefully. Given his current physical condition, even Even something as simple as drinking water can cause pain:
"The only luck is that although she is not close to me, she is at least willing to talk to you."

"I will take good care of Angelina, father, even if you don't tell me to do this, I will do it." Jonathan said firmly.

Disraeli raised his eyebrows slowly, looking at his middle-aged son, a complicated and gratified expression flashed in his eyes:
"Jonathan, before you knew it, you were already a real gentleman."

"That way I can rest assured," Disraeli looked away from his son and looked out of the bedroom window.

The scenery in winter is not charming, and it even looks a bit bleak at this time, but after all, it is already March, and among the scrawny forests, in the yellow and dry grassland, you can vaguely find the tender green that belongs to spring.

"Help me up,"

Although Jonathan didn't understand Disraeli's intentions, he still carried out his father's order earnestly. With Jonathan's help, Disraeli walked slowly to the edge of the desk.

After sitting down, Disraeli tremblingly took out three pieces of letter paper from the drawer. He wanted to use the last time to leave a letter for each of the three people.

The first letter was addressed to Lord Rawton:

[You are free, dear Monty. 】

Disraeli wrote at the beginning of the letter.

【Thank you for your meticulous care over the years. I am really happy to have a student like you. 】

[But it is precisely because of this that I still want to leave you with a few words of advice in the end. 】

[Actually, I have always known that you are secretly running a huge force. With the help of the Conservative Party and other people, this force quietly hides in the shadow of the city of London, doing some shady business . 】

【I also know that in addition to accepting my protection, behind you, you can vaguely see the shadows of the other two major forces. 】

[However, dancing at the tip of a knife is not an easy task.The generosity of the superior is by no means a charity that only talks about giving without expecting anything in return. 】

[If possible, I hope you can stop as soon as possible, find a quiet place away from all disturbances, enjoy your wealth, and spend your life happily and happily. 】

The letter to Lord Lawton ended here. Disraeli folded the letter paper, put it in an envelope and sealed it. Then he turned his head and looked at Jonathan:

"Give this letter to your Uncle Monty, and then you will stay away from him. If possible, it is best to go back to India and use your identity and my political legacy to seek the position of a commissioner easy."

"Okay, father, but why stay away from Uncle Monty?" Jonathan frowned, puzzled.

"You don't need to know the reason, you just need to remember that Monty is a very dangerous person, and the people and things he is involved in are even more dangerous than himself. This is not an area where you can get involved. If you want to protect Take care of yourself and protect Angelina, and leave London as soon as possible after my funeral is over." Disraeli said in a very solemn tone, this attitude made Jonathan's heart tremble, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

"Angelina probably won't be willing to go to India with you, but she has always been eager to travel around the world. I left her a sum of money, which will be stored in the bank of the Rothschild family in her name. When the time comes Advise her, let her take this money and leave London, a place of right and wrong."

After Disraeli finished speaking, he lowered his head again, pulled out the second letter paper, and continued to write on the letter paper.

The second letter was addressed to Her Majesty Victoria:

【Supreme and glorious Majesty Victoria, Your humble servant Disraeli pays you the highest respect. 】

【I would like to serve in front of your throne for a longer time, but by the Holy Spirit, I have already felt the calling of the kingdom of heaven. 】

[I think I'm running out of time. 】

【Thank you for your trust and support to me all the time. Without your help, many achievements during my tenure would not have been achieved. 】

[But dear Your Majesty, in the last moments, I still want to comfort you. 】

[Gladstone is not a simple opponent. Although I have a lot of sarcasm towards him, I have to admit that in the political arena of Great Britain, he is the most outstanding type of person. 】

[If you try to restore part of the royal power during his term of office, IMHO, it may be very difficult, and it is even more likely to provoke a full-scale confrontation between the royal family and the cabinet. If such contradictions are exposed to the public, it is even possible It will cause public dissatisfaction with the royal family, which is very detrimental to the imperial family. 】

[In addition, the force you rely on is powerful, but it is not loyal. Moreover, as you become more inclined to them, the cabinet may become more inclined to the Golden Dawn. This is also a bad signal. 】

[Just as the British Empire has been working hard to maintain the balance of power in the European continent, we also need to maintain a balance in the extraordinary world. Only by maintaining neutrality and impartiality between Avrido, the Holy See of Canterbury, and the Land of Sleepless, the imperial government Only then can we have a transcendent status, so that all transcendents from all sides can be used by us. 】

After writing here, Disraeli added a few words of flattery and praise, and then folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope.

"This one is for Her Majesty the Queen."

After speaking, he immediately spread out the third piece of paper, the last letter he left to his daughter:

【Dear Angelina, when you read this letter, I should be dead. 】

[I'm sorry, I didn't grow up with you properly in the previous 20 years. 】

[No one is born to be a father, but that is not an excuse, because even among those fathers who are not doing well, I am probably the worst one. 】

【对不起，安格丽娜，我错过了你10岁、11岁、12岁、15岁、17岁甚至18岁的生日；】

[Sorry, Angelina, I missed the last time of your dear mother, my most cherished wife. 】

[Sorry, Angelina, I have never apologized to you face to face. 】

[I originally thought it was difficult to say this sentence, but after writing this, I realized that apologizing is actually not that difficult. 】

[It's a pity that I still don't have the courage to apologize to you face to face, please forgive the poor self-esteem of a father. 】

After writing this, Disraeli's pen hovered slightly for a few seconds, then he put down the pen, covered the letter paper on the table, and slowly turned his head and said to Jonathan:

"Let's finish writing here. Pass those two letters on for me. The one for Angelina will be put on the table first. I haven't figured out how to end it yet."
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The next afternoon, Angelina returned to Hughundon Manor with a pot of coffee.

"Mr. has fallen asleep," Jonathan went out to deliver the letter, and a maid received Angelina.

Angelina nodded, and walked lightly into her father's room.

She looked at the figure of her father lying on the bed, put the coffee can on the table, and was about to make a cup for him, but unexpectedly found a letter lying on the table with her name written on the envelope.

She gently picked up the envelope, guessing that it might be the words her father left for her in advance because he felt that his time was running out. If so, it might not be appropriate for her to open it now.

Thinking of this, she put the envelope back on the table, but it seemed that the letter was not sealed because of haste, which aroused her curiosity again.

[Just take a look? 】

She couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, and reached out to the envelope again.

Immediately, a piece of letter paper was displayed in front of her.

Angelina's eyes fell on the letter paper,

Before she knew it, she saw the end line by line, word by word.

Before she knew it, tears appeared in her eyes.

At the end of the letter, her father wrote:

[Whether happy or not, our time as father and daughter inevitably comes to an end. 】

[At this last moment, Angelina, I, Benjamin Disraeli, as your father, would like to say to you:

"Let's live the life you want, passionately, proudly, with your head held high, walk on any road you want to go, live brilliantly and without regrets. Although this encouragement came a bit late, But please don’t forget that you have always been the pride of your father.”]

[Final regards, Benjamin Disraeli who loves you forever. 】
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Angelina did not see her father for the last time, and when she came to the manor, Disraeli was already asleep, leaving the land he had fought for all his life without a sound.

Angelina couldn't remember how she found out about her father's death after reading the letter, and how she left her father's bedroom.

She only remembered that at the last moment, she had held her father's still warm hand.

She still remembers the moment when they shook hands, the sky outside the window was very high, very far, very far, very wide.

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