The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

Vienna, Imperial Garden.

The two walked aimlessly in the royal garden, with Franz in front and Thalia following behind him.

The four seasons in Schönbrunn Palace do not change much. Even in winter, flowers bloom, but the species of flowers have changed.

Even though the evening wind was blowing, it was a bit cool, but it was very comfortable. Franz liked this feeling very much.

Franz wanted to find a place to rest for a while, he thought a sunny lawn would be good, just when he was about to lie down.

Thalia ran up suddenly, sat obediently next to Franz, and let Franz rest his head on her lap.

Of course Franz didn't refuse, he was just curious about what Thalia was thinking.

Thalia is actually a little scared. After all, things like sharing mistresses in this era are not uncommon among nobles, let alone her as a tutor.

What's more, she has lost her noble status, and now she still owes Madam Sophie a large sum of money. It would not be surprising if she was given away as a bonded slave.

And looking at Franz's performance just now, he didn't seem to care about his appearance very much. Talia was a little flustered, but she didn't know what she was panicking about.

"Has anything happened lately?" Franz asked, as usual.

Thalia replied with a sigh of relief.

"Recently, the Polish Restoration Army in Vienna seems to have restrained a lot, no, it's not so much restrained, it's better to say that it seems to have disappeared completely."

"Completely gone?" Franz asked.

"Yes, those Polish soldiers who were active in the tavern and coffee shop are gone, not even a trace." Thalia replied.

Franz showed a gratified expression, and Thalia asked it strangely.

"Isn't that good? Aren't we going to drive them out of Vienna?"

Franz shook his head.

"It must take some effort, but I am relieved that these people seem to have finally discovered that they are an underground organization, and they have shown their faces like before. Which underground organization would do this except fools? I can't find a clue like this. Is it like an underground organization?"

Thalia pinches Franz, who knocks Thalia's hand off.

"what are you going to do?"

"I thought you had some unknown hobby."

"No, I'm just happy because I met a comparable opponent."

In fact, the power of the Polish Restoration Army in Vienna has been strangled jointly by the men of Prince Metternich and Count Korolov.

Except for the Violet Knights, which was already in the hands of Madam Sophie, all traces of the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army were wiped out.

"Continue to keep an eye on the Polish Restoration Army. If you really can't find any clues, can you hire some private detectives? Is there anything else?" Franz said.

"Well, a big, big thing."

"what?"

"The Jewish Authority in Vienna has captured a very important person."

Franz immediately thought of the artists who had recently come to Vienna. The Jewish Administration loved to rip off these foreign artists.

"Which great artist is it?"

"You're wrong! It's Solomon Rothschild."

"This is strange! Isn't the Jewish Administration created by Solomon to deal with competitors? How could their boss be arrested?"

"Yes, there are more interesting ones. Guess who ordered the arrest?"

"It can't be that Metternich was drunk, so he just dragged his old friend in. The two of them wear a pair of trousers. Isn't Solomon a supporter behind Metternich?"

"It's Prince Metternich. I heard that Solomon has messed with a big shot this time."

To be honest, although Solomon thinks very highly of himself, those pseudo-historians even blow him up like a god.

But in fact, Franz couldn't count the people with both hands and feet who could handle Solomon in Vienna in this era.

But the most likely person should be his mother, Mrs. Sophie.

After all, the great nobles of this era usually care about their own status, and generally don't care about people with low status, but Mrs. Sophie is different. To put it bluntly, it can even be described as vengeance.

Moreover, Mrs. Sophie is involved in many industries and cares about more things. Solomon may not even know how to get involved...

But Franz was wrong again.

"It's the Crown Prince of Russia and Grand Duke Karl." Thalia liked seeing Franz deflated, especially today.

Franz scratched his head, he really couldn't figure out how these two people, Solomon Rothschild, got offended.

What happened recently not only surprised Franz, but also drove him a little crazy. This feeling is very bad.

Franz increasingly felt the need to create an intelligence agency of his own.

Vienna, Grand Hotel Caesar.

The director of the Jewish Administration smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Your Majesty Solomon, I really trouble you today, but we are still officials of Austria in name, and we still have to pretend to be ordered by the Prime Minister."

Solomon Rothschild suddenly looked at the director sharply, and the director immediately knew that he had said something wrong, and quickly shut his mouth.

"Call me Mr. Solomon." Solomon's tone was flat.

"Don't dare, I..." Before the director could finish his sentence, a porcelain plate hit his head. of blood.

"Call me Mr. Solomon." Solomon's tone remained flat.

"Yes, Mr. Solomon."

Solomon took a sip of the coffee served by the servant and said.

"Give him a sum of money and let him see the wound on his forehead."

The director took the money and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. He was also under orders. He couldn't afford to offend Solomon, nor could he offend the Russian Crown Prince and Grand Duke Karl.

But the Russian crown prince and Grand Duke Karl will leave sooner or later, and this King Solomon will always be in Vienna, not to mention that Solomon gave me the position of director, so how dare I disobey his intentions.

Solomon seemed to think of something and said.

"return."

The director hurried all the way back.

"How long have I been sentenced?"

"Three months." The director replied in a low voice.

"Oh, then from tomorrow, you will be living in the bureau and not allowed to come out for three months, do you hear me?" Solomon Rothschild said.

"Yes. Solomon...sir." The director could only admit that he was unlucky. Who made him fine Solomon 200,000 florins? But having said that, these penalty clauses were set by Solomon Rothschild.

It's just that it was used to punish competitors at the time, but now it is used on oneself.

Actually, regarding intelligence organizations, Solomon Rothschild had one in Vienna.

The Vienna Business League is a financial intelligence organization that Solomon has operated for many years. Although it is loose, its intelligence-gathering ability and influence are not bad.

Solomon's recent tricks have brought his reputation to its lowest point. In addition to the three-month confinement period, although he is still in his lair, the Caesars Hotel, his influence is no longer there.