Make France Great Again-Chapter 952 - 943: Mokar’s Frustration

Thus, our Godan... oh no! Mr. Godan became a glorious spy among spies, and naturally, his contact person became the Secretary of the Minister of Internal Affairs.

"I wonder what kind of reward His Majesty will give me this time!" Felix Godan thought happily as he returned to his office. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He knew that after the "assassination" operation co-produced by the National Intelligence Bureau and the Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor would definitely reward those of them from the National Intelligence Bureau. As long as Marcel Yale submitted the credit that belonged to him to the Emperor, the Emperor would surely give him a reward.

However, at this moment, Felix Godan was unaware that Marcel Yale did not plan to add Felix Godan’s name to the credits list.

...

On the other hand, Minister Pessini, after listening to the report from the Chief Secretary, also nodded, "Alright! I understand!"

Then he repeatedly instructed, "This matter must remain buried in your stomach!

Do you understand?"

"Minister Pessini, rest assured!" The Secretary of State in the Ministry of Internal Affairs knew the possible consequences of a leak and quickly assured Pessini, "I will certainly keep my mouth shut!"

"Your thinking reassures me!" Pessini said with a smile, patting the Secretary of State on the shoulder, and then issued the next order: "You now immediately head to the police station and tell them to ensure the security work for His Majesty the Emperor!"

"But, Minister! Will doing this not disrupt that plan?" The Secretary of State hesitated for a moment and then responded to the Minister of Internal Affairs.

"Don’t worry! I’m sure those desperados will act!" Pessini said confidently, "If they don’t, the one from the National Intelligence Bureau will be more anxious than us!"

"Understood!" the Secretary of State immediately responded and then got up and left Pessini’s office.

Sitting in the office, Pessini still smiled and glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, muttering, "He should be here by now!"

...

The Secretary of State hurried down the stairs from the office and encountered a middle-aged man dressed in a black cloak on the staircase turn. He stopped and quickly addressed the man in front of him: "Lord Mokar!"

Indeed, the Secretary of State encountered none other than the former Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace, now the Deputy Minister of Internal Affairs, Mokar, at the staircase turn.

Mokar, at this moment, appeared much more haggard compared to over a year ago. Looking at the Secretary of State in front of him, he immediately broke into a smile: "Secretary Victor!"

Mokar then inquired, "Is Minister Pessini currently in the office?"

"The Minister is still in the office!" the Secretary of State quickly responded.

"Where are you headed?" Mokar further inquired.

The Secretary of State smiled slightly but did not answer Mokar’s question.

Upon seeing the Secretary of State’s attitude, Mokar immediately understood his intention. He gave a sheepish smile and said to himself, "I understand! I understand!"

"Lord Mokar!" the Secretary of State responded with a respectful attitude, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave!"

"Go ahead! Go ahead!" Mokar replied to the Secretary of State with a stiff smile on his face.

After the Secretary of State left, Mokar’s smile gradually faded, replaced by a hint of resentment in his eyes, as his originally outstretched fingers clenched into a fist.

This is Mokar’s situation in the Ministry of Internal Affairs; as the Deputy Minister, he holds the title of Deputy Minister but is treated merely as a clerk.

No one in the Ministry of Internal Affairs is willing to listen to his commands, and everything is kept hidden from him.

This sense of disparity made him, the former Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace, feel deeply uncomfortable.

Thinking back to when Mokar was the Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace, everyone in France respected him.

Even their master, Pessini, had to speak to him kindly in his presence.

Unfortunately, times have changed!

Mokar is no longer the Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace, and all the power he held left with the departure from that position.

Only holding the title of Deputy Minister, Mokar would receive no respect from anyone.

However, Mokar did not understand why Emperor Jerome Bonaparte suddenly displaced him from Tuileries Palace. Apart from taking bribes, he had not committed any act of betrayal against His Majesty the Emperor.

Upon reflection, Mokar concluded that His Majesty must have listened to some "slander," causing him to suffer unjust accusations.

If he could clarify these slanders, then His Majesty would surely trust him as before.

Mokar could then return to his former position, believing Bashirio is just a transitional figure!

With blind optimism, Mokar was convinced that His Majesty still wanted to reuse him!

His evidence was that the position of Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace had been pending since his departure (Vilnius was nominally the Chief Steward, but everyone knew Vilnius was not to be taken seriously).

Therefore, he must request Pessini to say a few good words for him!

Because in the entire Ministry of Internal Affairs, only Percy is qualified to directly meet with the Emperor!

Dreaming big, Mokar once again arrived at the door of Percy’s office and lightly knocked on the door.

Inside the room, upon hearing the knock, Percy promptly feigned concentration on his work and said towards the door, "Come in!"

The door opened slowly, and as expected by Percy, Mokar stood at the doorway.

"Minister Percy, may I come in?" Mokar asked Percy humbly from the doorway.

Seeing this, Percy hurriedly put down his pen, feigned enthusiasm, and said to Mokar, "Deputy Minister Mokar, what brings you here! Please, come sit on the sofa and let’s chat!"

Mokar’s heart warmed involuntarily at Percy’s enthusiastic greeting.

No matter when, Minister Percy was always like this with him!

When he becomes the Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace again, he will surely repay Percy.

Mokar and Percy sat on the sofa, and Percy instinctively called out to his Secretary of State, only to realize his Secretary of State was out on a mission.

"Minister Percy, I just saw your secretary leaving!" Mokar echoed.

"Look! I forgot!" Percy lightly tapped his forehead, then walked to the cabinet opposite the sofa, took out a bottle of Bordeaux Red Wine and two crystal glasses, and placed them in front of Mokar, asking, "Mokar, would you like a drink?"

Mokar hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied, "Of course!"

Percy opened the wine bottle and poured a glass for both himself and Mokar, raising his glass to Mokar and saying, "The first glass is for our great His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Empress!"

"To His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Empress!" Mokar echoed the toast.

Subsequently, the two clinked glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

Before Mokar could regain his composure, Percy poured another glass for both of them, raised his glass again and said, "This glass, to the prosperous French Empire under the Emperor’s leadership!"

"To the French Empire!" Mokar had to raise his glass again and say.

After downing two glasses, Percy once again moved to pour wine for Mokar.

Quickly picking up his glass, Mokar shook his head and responded to Percy, "Minister Percy, I really can’t drink anymore!"

With Mokar unwilling to drink more, Percy had no choice but to put down the bottle, and asked calmly, "Mokar, what brings you to me?"

"Minister Percy, I came to ask about the matter I entrusted to you last time!" Mokar returned to his humble tone, asking Percy.

"Which matter?" Percy responded with a feigned look of ignorance, asking Mokar.

"It’s... it’s..." Mokar stuttered, "It’s the matter of clearing the misunderstanding with His Majesty the Emperor for me!"

Percy showed a look of sudden realization, "Ah, that matter!"

"Yes! Yes! That’s the one!" Mokar eagerly said to Percy.

"Sorry!" Percy showed a guilty expression, "I forgot to report to His Majesty!"

"How could it be!" Mokar looked at Percy with a disappointed expression.

"Mokar, you should know that as the Minister of Internal Affairs, I have a lot to do every day!" Percy patiently "explained" to Mokar, "And His Majesty the Emperor is even busier, he meets with many people every day!

So, whenever His Majesty meets someone, he always requires the reporter to report quickly!

... You, as the Chief Steward of Tuileries Palace, should be aware of these things!"

"Indeed!" Mokar nodded, every time the Emperor summoned someone without notice.

"Last time I met His Majesty, I forgot about your matter! Please forgive me!" Percy responded to Mokar.

"It’s nothing!" Mokar forced a smile, "You remembering my matter is already very grateful!

I will definitely repay your kindness!"

After speaking, Mokar took out the prepared bill from his pocket, "This is 200,000 francs!"

"I can’t accept it!" Although Percy spoke uprightly, his eyes couldn’t help but drift to the bill in Mokar’s hand.

Mokar smiled and placed the bill in front of Percy, "As long as Minister Percy, you are willing to speak a few words for me in front of the Emperor!

I will also give you 500,000 francs, plus a plot of land being planned in Paris!"

"I..." Percy hesitated for a moment, then replied to Mokar, "I’ll give it a try!

I’ll strive next time to say a few good words for you in front of the Emperor!"