No no no.

To him, Osilev is completely worthless!

It's even good for him to be alive. Why do you say that? Because Menshikov can use a "despicable" person like Osilev to test Peter's bottom line again and again!

That's right.

Menshikov knew that in the empire, there were many people who disliked him and envied him. So what if he killed one Osilev? Another Osilev would jump out! How about that?

What if we keep it and let this group of losers keep reporting on us?

This time, wouldn't he help him continue to probe Peter's bottom line?

It's okay again.

Ha ha ha ha.

Brother, you are really old.

Menshikov thought of this, proudly picked up the wine glass and continued to drink.

...

Osilev walked out of the palace with the eyes of countless people laughing at him.

The groom was already waiting aside.

He glanced at his tattered carriage and felt a little sad.

Bastard!

Why is this happening!

As early as a few years ago, Menshikov had tried to win over Osilev. As long as he was honest, Menshikov would give him wealth that he could never squander in his lifetime! But Osilev refused.

He wants to be an upright person! He doesn't want to join the others, but today...these mocking looks come from these people, these people who are flattering and afraid of Menshikov's power.

Is this the case for the entire House of Representatives?

Despair surged in his heart.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Great Emperor, Great Emperor, are you really old?

Is this empire really hopeless?

Looking at his scrawny groom, he waved his hand.

Feeling depressed, he planned to take a walk on the streets of St. Petersburg.

Menshikov, will he find a way to plot against himself?

Oh......

Even if it means death, so what?

Osilev is fifty-eight years old this year, which is a long-lived age for Tsarist Russia. If his death can wake up a group of people, so what?

He even felt it...

All the people on the street looked at me with disdain.

The people who had followed him outside the palace in full swing just now had also received the news.

Then he laughed mockingly.

Co-authored, The thunder is louder and the raindrops are lighter?

All of a sudden, Osilev became a joke to the whole of St. Petersburg!

clown!

waste!

Poor!

Osilev, laughed at himself.

Just as he was about to wave, he asked his groom to bring the carriage over.

"Lord Osilev..."

At this moment, a veiled man next to him suddenly made a faint sound.

Osilev was stunned: "Dragon Flame Man?"

In Tsarist Russia, there are some ethnic groups that have been veiled for a long time...

But judging by his accent, this person is from Longyan.

The veiled man chuckled: "Sir, my master asked if he could lend me a moment to speak."

Osilev looked around.

At this time, he had just walked to an alley, and no one noticed him.

The sudden appearance of this man in black clothes and a veil aroused his alertness.

"It's about Menshikov!"

Someone come and say one more thing.

Osilev's eyes burst out with dazzling light.

"good!"

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth.

After walking around the alley for several times, the two of them came to a hidden courtyard.

"Hahahaha, welcome, sir!"

The one who greeted him was Qian Yonggui, Menshikov's lackey who is very famous in St. Petersburg these days!
Chapter completed!