Chapter 1754: Stalemate

"The Orthodox Holy Crusade mission." Frederick II frowned, discovering that the matter was not as simple as he had imagined.

The relationship between Prussia and Tsarist Russia could not be called irreconcilable, but it could certainly be called incompatible.

The two countries were originally long-term allies in history, but that changed after Tsarist Russia was locked within the interior by the Third Island Chain created by Longyan.

Tsarist Russia had always been trying to break through Longyan's blockade, which was why it was expanding westward in this conflict.

Furthermore, Tsarist Russia had already reached an alliance with Austria long before.

Prussia also reached an alliance with Longyan, which caused the relationship between these two countries to rapidly stiffen, until now it has become an incompatible relationship.

And the establishment of this Orthodox Holy Crusade was itself a product of the collusion between Catholicism and the Eastern Orthodox Church.

The goal was to subvert and annihilate Prussia.

For such an army to actually send a mission to negotiate, it was hard not to make one suspicious of the story behind it.

After a moment of thought, Frederick II said, "Invite him in, let's see what the Eastern Orthodox Church wants to talk to us about."

Soon, the Messenger of the Orthodox Holy Crusade walked in.

Looking at the high-and-mighty Frederick II, he bowed deeply and said in a deep voice, "Respected Frederick the Great, the great Tsarist Russian Empress and the Eastern Orthodox Patriarch have ordered me to come and convey their will."

Frederick II gave an "oh," looked at him, and said indifferently, "What do the people behind you want to talk to us about?"

"Please, Your Majesty, return our people in Prussia."

"They are all civilians and should not have to suffer the pain of this war."

Frederick II sneered and stared coldly at the Messenger: "Are you trying to make me laugh?"

"Your Orthodox Holy Crusade is currently running rampant on our Prussian land, yet you want us, Prussia, to return your Tsarist Russian subjects?"

"Since they have come to Prussia, it means they are our Tsarist Russian-style subjects, and they have nothing to do with you anymore."

"Tell Elizabeth and your Patriarch: if you want to fight, then fight, don't talk so much nonsense."

"If you want to get my people back, you must conquer me!"

Frederick II responded firmly.

This was asking him for people, which to him was a highly rude act.

The Messenger had long anticipated Frederick II's reaction.

"Great Emperor, do you not want to exchange prisoners of war with us in Tsarist Russia?"

"You speak of these Germans who participated in the war because of you; does the Great Emperor not need these people?"

Hearing this, Frederick II's eyes radiated coldness.

Since the war began, they, the Prussians, had had several major battles with Tsarist Russia, and both sides held each other's prisoners of war.

These prisoners of war were currently engaged in manual labor in concentration camps built by Prussia.

They were all Tsarist Russian soldiers, and it was very difficult to convert them into supplementary forces for Prussia.

Prussia was currently in its greatest need of manpower; if they could carry out a prisoner exchange at this time, the shortage of Prussian troops could be relieved to a great extent.

Thinking of this, Frederick II began to calculate how to use the Tsarist Russian prisoners in his hands to exchange for the Prussian soldiers in their hands.

"Exchanging prisoners is fine, but wanting to exchange for our Prussian subjects is absolutely out of the question."

The Messenger smiled: "Very well, I will list the prisoners of war we are exchanging."

The Messenger took out a list of prisoners of war from his bosom, totaling thousands of people.

Clearly, he had come prepared.

"Respected Great Emperor, these are the lists of personnel we want to exchange as prisoners of war, please take a look."

Frederick II glanced at it briefly without looking closely, as he would leave this matter to his subordinates: "Leave this matter to the Military Department."

"Military Department Minister, you coordinate with them on how many prisoners they want to exchange and to what extent."

The Military Department Minister agreed and took one of the people from the mission to discuss it.

Frederick II stared at the Messenger and said in a deep voice: "Your Eastern Orthodox Church and the Protestantism that we Prussians believe in are already irreconcilable."

"Although your Holy Crusade is composed of Tsarist Russian troops, you are also people of the Eastern Orthodox Church."

"To you, our Protestantism is heresy and must be eradicated."

"Your Eastern Orthodox Church sending a mission here certainly isn't for a small matter; exchanging prisoners is not worth a trip. Tell me, what exactly is the matter that you must come to me for?"

The Messenger praised: "Your Majesty is wise."

"Besides that, we do indeed have another urgent matter. The Great Emperor, Swedish King Adolf, implored us to preside over justice; he said you kidnapped his grandson."

"We in Tsarist Russia and Sweden are allies, so we should help him preside over justice."

"Therefore, the Empress and the Patriarch dispatched me to negotiate with the Great Emperor to return Adolf's grandson."

Frederick II was stunned, then laughed out loud; he knew this matter was not that simple.

He had indeed sent a letter to Sweden regarding Little Peter.

It was to get Sweden to withdraw its troops, leaving the Orthodox Holy Crusade in Prussia so he could gradually annihilate them.

This was originally a move that would kill two birds with one stone, but he had not expected Swedish King Adolf to tell Tsarist Russia about it, disrupting his layout.

"His grandson is indeed in my hands, but you want to preside over justice—what justice do you want to preside over?"

"Little Peter was captured by us on the battlefield, and he is also one of us Germans; he is already a subject of our Prussia."

"Why should we in Prussia hand him over?"

The Messenger smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, our Holy Crusade is currently within Prussian territory; attacking Berlin is not a very difficult thing for us."

"We can disregard Little Peter's life; after Berlin is breached, we will avenge him. I believe that for a country to be buried with his grandson, he might find some comfort in his heart."

Frederick II sneered: "Do you think our soldiers would be afraid of you?"

"Then is the Great Emperor not worried that more Prussians will be drawn into this war?"

"This is not a good thing for them, or for you."

"After all, the consequence of all this is caused by one child, nothing more."

Frederick II's face was livid: "Those who want to come, let them come; we will absolutely not back down."

The negotiations had reached a complete stalemate at this point.

Neither side had achieved their goals, and the Envoy delegation was escorted away.

Frederick II began to ponder the significance of this negotiation and what kind of benefits their Prussia could gain from it.

Little Peter could not continue to stay here.

His identity was sensitive and special; he had to be sent away as soon as possible.

But not by being coerced into leaving; that would not be a good thing for Little Peter.

Frederick II fell into deep thought.

After an endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly sat up from the bed. Please,

He took deep breaths of fresh air, his chest heaving.

Confusion, bewilderment—all sorts of emotions surged into his heart.

Where is this?

Subsequently, Shi Yu subconsciously observed his surroundings, and then became even more bewildered.

A single dormitory room?

Even if he had been successfully rescued, he should be in a hospital ward right now.

And his own body... how could there not be a single injury?

Filled with doubt, Shi Yu's gaze swept quickly across the room, finally resting on a mirror at the head of the bed.

The mirror reflected his current appearance: about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome.

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His previous self was a handsome young man in his twenties with an extraordinary bearing, who had been working for some time.

But now, this appearance looks like nothing more than a high school student's age...

This change left Shi Yu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him that the surgery was a success...

His body and face have both changed; this is no longer a matter of surgery, but of immortal arts.

He had actually completely turned into another person!

Could it be... that he has transmigrated?

Besides the mirror placed in a spot with obviously bad feng shui at the head of the bed, Shi Yu also discovered three books nearby.

Shi Yu picked them up to look, and the titles instantly made him fall silent.

"Essential Beast Breeding Manual for Novice Breeders"

"Postpartum Care for Pet Beasts"

"Guide to Evaluating Exotic Beast-Eared Girls"

Shi Yu:???

The first two book titles were still normal, but what is going on with that last one?

"Ahem."

Shi Yu's gaze turned stern, and he reached out his hand, but his arm soon stiffened.

Just as he wanted to open the third book to see what on earth this thing was, his brain suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a massive amount of memories surged forth like a tide.

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