sultan's crescent

Chapter 70 Dream

In the courtyard of the Topkapi Palace under the moonlit night, the voice of the Sultan was very soft, rustling under the blowing of the wind, making it hard to hear.

When Selim returned to the bedroom, it was already daylight, and he didn't feel so tired physically, but Qili Kara Osman's last few words made him a little confused.

What is "they are not important, what matters is the future"?
Selim didn't understand, but at least he got the assurance that the other party decided to support Haji Pasha.

That's enough, Kuchuk's power must be weakened, a Haji Pasha with the support of the Kara Osman family will be his best opponent
As for Ishak Pasha, since his grandfather Ahmed III lost power and his father was locked in a cage, he was still willing to be a housekeeper. Selim never thought that the other party would go against his wishes.

Of course, if such a thing happens, Suleiman is enough to replace Ishak.

Qili Kara Osman thought he had figured it all out, but who would know that the reason why the Chapan family supported Ishak Pasha was exactly what he arranged.

Fighting against the Sudan, you are still far behind.

Selim smiled and fell into a deep sleep.

The sky outside the window brightened up little by little, but Sudan was dreaming right now.

Everything in the dream was so real, at least Selim was completely unaware that he was dreaming.

He floated in the sky like a ray of wandering spirit, looking blankly at the city in front of him.

The city is similar to Constantiniya, but not quite.

At least Selim did not see the Ottoman Royal Bank and the Ottoman Royal Academy of Sciences that he was familiar with.

This made him a little puzzled, he tried to control his body, it seemed to be able to move.

Selim then headed towards Topkapi Palace, he had to figure out what was going on.

He was clearly still working as a sultan, but suddenly he was turned into a lonely ghost.

When Selim reached the sky above Topkapi Palace, he found that there was a burst of debate in the conference hall.

He swooped down, trying to pass through the wall and enter, but found himself blocked.

Selim couldn't hold back anymore, he could fly but not pass through walls, what a fake ghost.

The entire conference hall is almost completely enclosed, and the sound insulation effect is quite good.

Selim could only hear a few words when the people inside were quite emotional.

"What are you holding. Mind. Taiyar. Everyone knows."

"Don't pretend to be a saint Ismail (a member of Rousay) no"

"That's enough. Stop the quarreling. We will."

"Izzet who do you think you are"

"Pazwant, shut your mouth. Everyone knows what role you are in."

"Well, I think we... have to hurry up. Give the emperor one."

In the first half of the quarrel, Selim had a hard time hearing what the other party was saying, and it was hard to distinguish just a few words.

But when he heard "Emperor", he felt as if he had grasped a certain key word.

He leaned further over the window, hoping to hear what was being said inside.

In fact, he didn't know if it was a body, but it was a critical moment, so who cares.

The debate in the house continued.

"He? The emperor. Isn't it miserable enough?"

"Indeed...his promises are not credible."

"So...and Russia...you are willing, right?"

"That's the idea of ​​the British. That's not what it means."

"You. The Empire of Selfish Desires needs to develop more than that."

"Izzet with your stupid no. Will they help?"

Selim already had a general idea at this time, and he tried to get more information, but before he heard it for a long time, something happened.

The door of the conference hall had been pushed open, and a group of people came out in a file, full of anger.

Selim was so scared that he hid in a hurry. When he hid in the corner, he suddenly realized something. It seemed that no one saw him when he was flying in the sky.

He immediately came out of the hiding place, but at this time the crowd had almost been divided, leaving only the last wave of people walking out of the conference hall.

Looking at the back of the other party going away, for some reason, Selim felt more and more familiar with it.

He hurriedly flew in front of the opponent, but the scene in front of him made it difficult for him to speak.

This is Selim feeling that he has been speechless.

The person in front of him was only [-]% like himself, but Selim could be sure that the person was him.

Even though he was a middle-aged man, the other party's hair was already a little gray. He didn't look like a calm and majestic king, but he gave people a cautious feeling.

"Ishak, what do you think of Napoleon's proposal?"

"Your Majesty, we are no longer what we were 200 years ago, even 100 years ago, we could accept Napoleon's proposal.

But you know that the war more than ten years ago has made the empire's situation more and more difficult. You have witnessed the rapid decline in the silver content of Kurus over the years.

The Russians sucked the last penny out of the empire.

In order to save all this, we did not hesitate to expand the evil disease left over from the last Russian-Turkish war-Eshem.

Where Esham has been implemented, the annual net tax is determined by the denomination of the currency.

A large portion of this amount is sold by the government to tax contractors, usually for six to seven times the fixed annual net tax.

The tax contractor then collects the tax from the taxpayer.

However, we cannot control or limit the exchange of eshham between individuals, nor can we prevent the heirs of the tax-packers from continuing to collect taxes.

These difficulties limit the growth of the empire's fiscal revenue, but fatten up these damned tax packers. "

The middle-aged man sighed.

"So... there's really no other way.

It is impossible for us to fight against the Russians. No matter how much Napoleon gives, we are powerless to fight against Europe under the leadership of Britain. "

Seeing the back of the other party going away, Selim felt extremely painful.

He can understand the helplessness and despair of the other party. More than ten years of reforms have not made this country strong.

Napoleon trampled on Egypt's disgrace, and asked European countries for loans but was politely rejected. The guards, who became more and more arrogant, were not willing to consider the country's tyranny at all. He knew that the other party had reached its limit.

He didn't know how long he would be stuck here, he just wandered around Constantiniya, waiting for the final outcome of the other party.

Time passed slowly, and it was the end of April 1807. Selim was waiting in the Topkapi Palace. He knew very well that the Guards were about to set off a riot.

As for the reason, Selim laughed at himself, the Guards just changed to the Sultan, do you need any reason?

　Ask for a follow-up.

　　There is one more chapter to be published later
　　For the record, this isn't a supernatural element.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)