Chapter 70 Dream

In the courtyard of Topkapi Palace under the moonlight, the Sultan's voice was very light, and it became rustling under the wind, making it difficult to hear clearly.

When Selim returned to the palace, it was already dawn. He didn't feel very tired, but the last few words of Chili-Kara Osman made him a little puzzled.

What does "they are not important, what is important is the future" mean?

Selim didn't understand it, but at least he got the other party's guarantee that he decided to support Haji Pasha.

That's enough. Kuchuk's power must be weakened. A Haji Pasha supported by 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 butler. Selim never thought that the other party would go against his wishes.

Of course, if this really happened, Suleiman would be enough to replace Ishak.

Chili-Kara Osman thought he had figured it all out, but who would have known that the reason why the Chapan family supported Ishak Pasha was arranged by him.

You are still far from fighting the Sultan.

Selim smiled and fell asleep.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, but the Sultan was dreaming at this time.

Everything in the dream was so real, at least Selim didn't realize that he was dreaming at all.

He floated in the sky like a wandering soul, looking at the city in front of him with a blank face.

This city is very similar to Constantinie, but not completely.

At least Selim didn't see the familiar Ottoman Royal Bank and the Ottoman Royal Academy of Sciences.

This made him a little confused, and he tried to control his body, which seemed to be able to move.

Selim then went to the Topkapi Palace. He had to figure out what the situation was.

He was still being a Sultan, but what was the situation of being turned into a lonely ghost all of a sudden?

When Selim arrived above the Topkapi Palace, he found that there were waves of arguments coming from the conference hall.

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

Selim was a little overwhelmed. He could fly but not pass through the wall. What a fake ghost.

The entire conference hall was almost completely closed, and the sound insulation effect was quite good.

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

"What are you thinking? Tayar, everyone knows it."

"Don't pretend to be a saint, Ismail (a senior official of Rusay) is not"

"Enough. Stop the meaningless quarrel. We want."

"Izet, who do you think you are?"

"Pazvant, shut up. Everyone knows what role you are in."

"Okay, I think we have to hurry up and give the emperor one."

In the first half of the argument, Selim could hardly hear what the other party was saying, and the few words made it difficult to distinguish.

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

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

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

The debate in the room continued.

"He? Emperor. Isn't it miserable enough?"

"Indeed. His promises are unreliable."

"So. With Russia. You are willing, right?"

"This is. The British. Isn't that what they mean."

"You. The empire of selfish desires needs to develop."

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

Selim already had a general idea at this time. He tried to get more information, but before he could listen for long, something had happened.

The door of the conference hall had been pushed open, and a group of people filed out, furious.

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 his hiding place, but at this time the crowd had almost dispersed, and only the last wave of people came out of the conference hall.

Looking at the other person's back as he walked away, for some reason, Selim felt that he was getting more and more familiar.

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

This is when Selim felt that he was speechless.

The person in front of him was only 70% similar to himself, but Selim could confirm that the other person was himself.

Although he was middle-aged, his hair was already a little gray. He didn't look like a king who was majestic without anger, but gave people a cautious feeling.

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

"Your Majesty, we are no longer two hundred years ago. Even if it was a hundred years ago, we could accept Napoleon's proposal.

But you know that the war more than ten years ago has made the situation of the empire more and more difficult. You have seen with your own eyes how fast the silver content of Kurus has fallen in recent years.

The Russians have squeezed the last penny of the empire.

In order to save all this, we have expanded the evil left over from the last Russo-Turkish War - Eshem.

Where Eshem is implemented, the annual net tax is determined by the denomination of the currency.

A large part of this amount is sold by the government to tax farmers, and the sales amount is usually 6 to 7 times the fixed annual net tax.

Then, the tax farmers collect taxes from taxpayers.

We can’t control or limit the Esham transactions between individuals, nor can we prevent the heirs of the tax farmers from continuing to collect taxes.

These difficulties limit the growth of the empire’s fiscal revenue, but fatten these damn tax farmers. ”

The middle-aged man sighed.

“So. There is really no way.

We can’t fight against the Russians. No matter how much Napoleon gives us, we can’t fight against Europe led by Britain. "

Looking at the other party's receding back, Selim felt extremely painful.

He could understand the other party's helplessness and despair. More than ten years of reforms did not make the country strong.

Napoleon trampled on Egypt's shame, asked European countries for loans but was politely rejected, the increasingly arrogant guards, and the powerful people who were unwilling to consider the country at all. He knew that the other party had reached the limit.

He didn't know how long he would be trapped here. He just wandered around Constantiniere, waiting for the other party's final end.

Time passed slowly. It was already the end of April 1807. Selim was waiting in the Topkapi Palace. He knew that the guards were about to start a riot.

As for the reason, Selim smiled self-deprecatingly. The guards just changed the sultan. What reason was needed?

Please read it later.

There is another chapter, which will be posted later.

Disclaimer, this is not a supernatural element.