Chapter 1658: Assassination

George III abandoned his impractical ideas.

How could an invention like the Steam Engine ever be realized through such impractical ideas?

This was almost impossible to succeed.

To put a Steam Engine on land—it is to the credit of this man named Stephenson that he dares to think of it.

"Tell him that this idea is absolutely impossible to realize, and have him focus on researching the Dreadnought-class Battleship; if the research succeeds, I will give him a reward," George III said indifferently.

He looked at Stephenson's file, although this person's ideas were very impractical.

But judging from personal ability, this fellow had very good experience in the field of Steam Engine research.

What George III valued was his experience.

Having such experience was enough; as for other things, like making a Steam Engine run on land, George III believed that as long as he provided enough money, he would dispel these impractical ideas.

Thinking of this, George III did not continue speaking.

And the researchers, following George III's wishes, told Stephenson this matter truthfully.

The researchers' mocking and ridiculing attitude made Stephenson's expression look very ugly.

For him, this matter was simply a humiliation.

However, Stephenson also thought that no one in Britain knew yet that Longyan had already developed a Method to make a Steam Engine travel on roads.

This group of frogs in a well in Britain simply did not understand what creation meant.

What development meant.

What thinking meant!

Staying with such a group of frogs in a well, he would not be able to achieve any development.

Stephenson sighed, and after thinking it through, when facing the mocking British researchers, the humiliation was no longer in his eyes.

What remained was only indifference and disappointment toward Britain.

"It is time to leave."

Stephenson thought this in his heart.

The attitude of George III and the other researchers made him completely disheartened, and his intention to leave was set.

However, leaving Britain now was a very difficult matter.

After all, his current status was special, as he was involved in the research of the Dreadnought-class Battleship; if he left now, it might implicate others.

Moreover, he might not necessarily be able to get out.

Thinking of this, he decided to find Newton and Mo Cheng first to discuss it.

He glanced at the Dreadnought-class Battleship research lab, watching those researchers who looked at him as if he were invisible and ignored him, his heart filled with bitterness.

He really did not want to stay here for even another moment.

At this time, Europe.

Hanover.

The 【***】 between Ling Chen and Frederick II had been completed, and now only a timing to attack Douglas remained.

And this timing would be created by Marie.

Frederick II passed the message to Marie through a general in Douglas.

The timing was ripe; she could take action.

After Marie received the message, a flash of joy crossed her heart.

She hid the Revolver that Ling Chen had given her well.

Douglas invited her to be a guest every day, and as time passed, Douglas cared more and more for her.

His words and actions also gradually became flirtatious and ambiguous.

However, because Douglas had fought against Ling Chen, he had suffered serious injuries in certain places and had not yet recovered.

Therefore, his actions could only stop at his hands and could not go any further.

For Douglas, this was undoubtedly a painful torture.

But precisely because of this, Marie was able to continuously obtain more intelligence from Douglas and make him lower his guard bit by bit.

Now, Marie had made Douglas completely linger and forget to return.

For Marie,

this was good news.

Looking at the time, it was 6:15 PM.

According to past

experience, Douglas would definitely invite Marie to his home for dinner tonight and have her stay the night.

This was a good opportunity!

After Marie hid the small Revolver gifted by Ling Chen, she quietly waited for the time to pass.

In her mind, she repeatedly deliberated over the matter of assassinating Douglas over and over again.

If there were no accidents, the assassination would definitely be no problem.

But, what about after the assassination?

How should she escape?

This was Douglas's main base, surrounded by countless Holy Cross Army members; escaping from here was simply as difficult as ascending to heaven for Marie.

And after she killed Douglas, it would definitely trigger a large-scale riot.

Even if she could escape Douglas's mansion the next day, it did not mean she was safe.

The subsequent large-scale manhunt would definitely treat her, the only person who had been close to Douglas the previous night, as a prime suspect.

Thinking of this, Marie's brows furrowed slightly.

Yet, there was not the slightest bit of hesitation in her heart.

When she was doing this, she already knew the danger she would face.

It could be death.

But she had long been consumed by hatred; although it was bandits who killed her family, behind the bandits were the French.

Moreover, she was a devout Protestant.

To Protestantism, the Holy Cross Army were demons.

Catholicism and Protestantism had conflicts that were absolutely impossible to reconcile.

Thinking of this, Marie's resolve became even firmer, only regretting that she could not kill a few more people before she died!

The clock's hands turned, emitting the creaking sound of Gear collisions!

The time had come!

Douglas's invitation was as punctual as a clock; as the bell chimed, the servant's voice also reached Marie's ears.

"Respected Miss Marie, General Douglas invites you to dine together."

Miss Marie adjusted her hairpin and put on a traditional Prussian Noble ceremonial robe.

Today, she was wearing black.

Her makeup was deep red.

This color combination, set against her fair face, was not the least bit jarring; instead, it possessed a unique, bewitching allure.

Upon seeing Marie's makeup, the servant was slightly stunned, but immediately regained a humble expression, lowered his head, and led Marie outside.

The Crusaders who came to escort her were also stunned when they saw Marie's makeup.

They had seen Marie many times, but they had never seen her as sexy and charming as she was today.

Her makeup was very beautiful, but it was not the elegant kind of beauty; rather, it carried a hint of bewitchment, as if she were a succubus recorded in the Bible.

Seeing this, the three Crusaders felt a fire burning in their hearts.

If only Marie were not Douglas's woman.

They truly wanted to taste her; if they could conquer such a succubus, it would be a fantastic pleasure for them, the Crusaders.

However, they had no chance.

But then again...

The three Crusaders surrounded Marie, squinting their eyes as they looked at her, and laughed: "Miss Marie, please raise your hands; we need to search you. This is standard procedure, as you know."

Marie frowned slightly; if they searched her, the revolver she was carrying would be exposed. The recent transcoding is severe, which gives us more motivation to update faster; please kindly exit reading mode. Thank you.