Besides, do not forget who had supported Carlos VI at the very beginning. How could the British government possibly not have planted its own people at his side?
"Greetings, Your Highness, honored Carlos VI."
Before Palmerston had finished speaking, Carlos VI smiled with ill intent.
"You're that Lord Palmerston who did that thing in the palace of the British queen? You British really do have quite the particular taste.
"Was it thrilling?"
If anyone else had been humiliated like this, they would already have wished the ground would swallow them up, or else flown into a rage from shame. But Palmerston only answered very calmly.
"It was all right."
"You've got guts!"
Carlos VI praised him from the heart. In truth, to Palmerston, that really had not counted for much. In the homes of those Indian princes who liked smoking opium, the latter had done things even more thrilling.
"Your Majesty, I believe you should know the purpose of my visit."
Palmerston left him in suspense here. Although Carlos VI did not know what medicine the former was selling in his gourd, he happened to be very susceptible to this sort of thing.
Carlos VI immediately put on an air of having a card up his sleeve.
"Of course I know. Put away those useless tricks of yours!"
"How can you say that? We British sincerely wish to help you drive the invaders from Spanish soil."
Palmerston showed an expression of bitter anguish, but Carlos VI remained unmoved.
"How can you slander our allies like that? The Austrians came to Spain to help us."
Palmerston smiled.
"If the Austrians truly came to help you, then why are they occupying your territory and refusing to leave? Taking a step back, you have already ascended the throne. What purpose do they have