"Your Majesty, I will inform the European countries immediately and ask them to investigate spies immediately. Because of their negligence, the empire has lost a great opportunity for war, and it is more likely that a large number of innocent lives will disappear. They must bear corresponding responsibilities for this."

Vice Foreign Minister Qian Hao stood up and said sternly.

This opportunity has indeed caused possible serious consequences due to the leak of the news. Everyone present was full of fire, and there was nowhere to vent the fire.

"Tell them that if the leaker cannot be found, the construction of railways, highways and telegraphs will be delayed indefinitely, which is the task they must complete."

Yun Yi's anger was not gone, so he ordered loudly.

"yes!"

Who revealed the news?

Needless to say, that must be the ‘great Balagan’.

The continental journey of Baragan was not smooth. He and a few partners who escaped together drove a small sailing transport ship and stumbled to the Strait of Gibraltar. They originally wanted to dock, but were startled by the artillery battle between the Demon Empire and the continental countries, and almost affected the fish. They escaped from the strait by luck and continued to drive northward before landing in the small port of Balvat in Cape Trafalgar.

The other soldiers who survived were quickly taken away, and the chance to go home was close to me, but the escaped soldiers had a dark-skinned man that made the local Spaniards feel strange.

All kinds of dilemmas and discrimination, no matter how Balacan explained it, it had no effect. It was not allowed to move freely until other soldiers explained it to him, but he was still not allowed to join the Spanish Empire.

Yes, even if the commander of the front-line coalition forces agreed to the identity of the free people of Balagan, no one in this purely white country recognized him.

Fortunately, the property looted on the battlefield was not taken away, so Baragan had no choice but to leave Spain, hoping that a country could accept him with a dark skin.

But the land itinerary still made him suffer a lot. Children on the street would throw a few stones at him and scold him a few words, let alone rent a carriage and leave this country that made him suffer.

In desperation, he had to return to Balvat and boarded a transport ship to England. On the way, he heard that his empire was expanding wildly and had already attacked the Middle East and West Asia, fighting all the countries along the way to escape, and countless people were even destroyed by the empire.

Balagan kept thinking, what else can white people be proud of? The pride in the past was first trampled on the ground by the Chinese Empire, and then now trampled on the feet by the Demon Empire. Because of my skin color, I always cause trouble for me. I deserve you to be unlucky. I hope the empire will enter the continent as soon as possible. It is hard to say whether it will be useful or not.

Balagan, who paid a lot of money, came to the British Isles with difficulty, but he was treated the same way. No one was willing to look at him with a normal eye. No one was willing to care about a dark-skinned free man. It seemed that he was really hard to move forward in the continental region.

There is no hotel that is willing to receive him. Even if he increases his housing price, no one is willing to sell him food. It usually takes him several times the money to fill his stomach. After spending some time in the British Isles, he has been sure that this country will not accept his own Baragan and set off again. He hopes that he can accept him in the country to which Raphael, who is free, will fail. If he fails again, his own infiltration into the continent will end in failure.

During this period of time, he has made him a person of different skin color famous for this small island country. He can call his name whenever he sees him, and then there is a lot of nonsense. His wretched smile, which has always been unfavorable, did not improve his treatment, but only allowed him to know many people. At least he could spend less money when he left and could board a sailboat heading to France.

It seemed that he was quite famous now. When he climbed into Paris, people nearby pointed at him, vaguely heard them talking about themselves and their names.

Balagan seemed a little satisfied. Even if he couldn't become a naturalized person, at least he was the first black man to be famous in the Western world, right?

Indeed, he is very famous, and his treatment seems to be a little better, because he is a free civilian status granted by a French noble commander. At least he can stay in a hotel. Although it is just a woodshed and the price is not low, he can buy food relatively easily. Of course, the price is still much higher than others as always. At least this is progress, isn't it?

But he still had no way to join the country as a free citizen. As soon as he asked this question, people seemed to have a strong sense of ridicule in their eyes when they looked at him.

"Damn it, this is the identity you noble general personally granted to me. Why didn't I succeed in completing this task?" Baragan could only curse silently in his heart. No matter whether he was facing an old man or a child, he still used to bring a despicable smile. At least he understood one truth, "Thank you to hit the smiling people" in the Eastern saying, he now knows that Oriental people may be much smarter than them. A simple word can tell many things. This makes Baragan feel particularly admired. How can he be a arch enemy of the empire not smart? At least he must look much better than the people in front of him to be qualified, right? At least so does Baragan think.

"Balagan Raphael personally granted your free citizenship identity?"

Balagan, sitting in the corner of the street, was suddenly blocked by the shadow in front of him, and it seemed that the person who appeared in front of him was particularly tall.

He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth with the dirty clothes, and then replied with a signature smile: "Yes, this noble gentleman, I am Balagan, the first black man to land in Europe as a free citizen. Do you have any advice?"

The old man in front of him was indeed very tall, with gray hair, wrinkled old face, and a gentleman's hat, holding a black reflective civilization stick in his hand. However, this old face made Balagan feel a sense of familiarity, and it seemed that he had seen it somewhere.

"Do you think my face is very familiar?" The old man knocked on the bluestone ground in front of Balagan with a civilized stick, and asked with his eyes down.

"Yes, your high-ranking appearance is unforgettable at first sight. I always feel like I have seen you somewhere!"

"What is certain is that you have never seen me, and you have no chance to see me as a lowly person. But you have ever seen my youngest son, a handsome young man, and his appearance has copied mine. Do you understand now?"
Chapter completed!