War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Vienna, Hofburg Palace.

Leonto came to this magnificent palace again, this time he was more confident than the last time. After all, Carlos VI was hiding in the ravines of northern Spain at that time, and at this time he was already in Madrid.

“Your Majesty, the great King Carlos VI of Spain pays you the highest respect and hopes that Spain and Austria will always be friends in the future.

We once again hope that you will fulfill your promise to withdraw the troops of the Austrian Empire from Spain and return to us the territories belonging to Spain. "

Franz looked at the self-satisfied guy in front of him, and he felt that his decision was not wrong.

"The transaction should be mutual. When will you fulfill the agreement?"

Franz asked coldly.

Leonto was suddenly speechless. The order he received was to claim his homeland. As for when the colony would be delivered, he publicly stated that he had no idea.

But Leonto only hesitated for less than a second and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, those colonies are already under your rule. What are you afraid of?"

Franz was also prepared.

"No, the only ones currently in the hands of our Austrian Empire are the Canary Islands, Ceuta and Melilla."

Leonto looked like he was suddenly enlightened.

"With the strength of your country's navy, are you afraid that you won't be able to collect and pay for the remaining tiny territories?"

Franz was a little sulky.

"Mr. Leonto, please put away your little tricks. Otherwise I will show you what fear is.

Our country has not yet taken control of the further lands. I prefer a peaceful approach and do not want to cause unnecessary killings. "

Leonto was a little angry. He didn't expect Franz to dare to threaten the ambassador.

"What a barbaric country!"

Leonto complained in his heart, but on the surface he didn't care.

"Of course, we are also willing to adopt peaceful methods. However, we cannot dare to speak lightly when your country's army invades our country. Please show your sincerity."

"Does that mean Carlos doesn't trust me?"

"No, absolutely not."

Leonto hurriedly denied it, he did not have the guts to really anger Franz.

"The greatest sincerity of our country is that we do not take advantage of victory and pursue it. But what about your sincerity?"

Franz's tone was deliberately a bit louder, and Leonto also felt tremendous pressure. If things were not handled well, this business would most likely lead to a wolf entering the house.

If the Austrian Empire is really turned into an enemy, it will really be a waste of money.

Although Leonto vaguely knew what Carlos VI was thinking, it was not worth the loss to compensate the entire country in order to miss part of the reward.

The most important thing is that Leonto does not want to die in a foreign country. He does not think that the so-called mission is more important than his own life.

And even if he doesn't die in a foreign country and can't get things done, Carlos VI will not let him go.

After thinking about this, Leonto immediately changed his words.

"We can sign a secret agreement first, but we still need your country to give up part of the city."

Prince Schwarzenberg on the side finally couldn't help it anymore. In his eyes, Leonto was just a clown, and even Carlos VI was just a bad guy who got lucky.

"Don't push yourself too far. With Spain's reputation, do you still want to come up empty handed?" Franz didn't stop him. Naturally, this was what he wanted to say.

"Your Excellency, you can't say that. Our reputation has always been very good."

The two sides argued for a long time, and although Leonto was always at a disadvantage, he still refused to give in.

It is basically certain that this is Spain's bottom line, but Franz doesn't care, after all, he has planned to do this for a long time.

"Okay, we can gradually withdraw from Spain, and I hope you can keep your promise."

After hearing Franz's words, Leonto finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, he can finally go back and resume his life.

London, UK.

The situation in Spain changed so quickly that the war was over before the British government could react.

It only took the Carlists less than half a month from raising troops to conquering the city of Madrid. Madrid fell, Isabel II disappeared, and the first heir to the throne, Luisa Fernanda, was captured. Everything seemed to have been settled. .

Now even if the British want to find excuses, they have no reason to use

"How is this possible?"

The Earl of Derby had an expression of disbelief. The French side had not even passed the war resolution, but the Spanish war was actually over.

"No! It's not over yet!"

Seeing the room full of cabinet members mourning for their heirs, Viscount Stratford stood up.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isabella II has disappeared and her heir has been arrested! We can't support the former regent Queen Christina, can we?"

"Why not?"

Viscount Stratford asked rhetorically.

"Crazy! You are really crazy! Who is Queen Regent Christina? Why should we support that crazy woman!"

Although the Earl of Malmesbury, the Foreign Secretary, shouted this, he actually already somewhat agreed with this crazy plan. After all, all the British needed was a reason.

"But even if we want to support them, it is too late. Queen Regent Cristina is far away in Cuba, and the remnants of the Spanish government are sandwiched between Austria and the Carlists. Even if we want to support them, we are not allowed to support them under the current situation."

The Duke of Northumberland, the Minister of the Navy, raised a very realistic question, which poured cold water on the British Cabinet, which had just ignited the fire of hope.

"Did the Austrians plan it long ago?"

It is hard to say that this situation was not designed by someone, but it is not very reasonable. After all, everything happened too quickly and no one could predict the result at this time.

"Maybe we can land directly in the port in northern Spain like the Austrians. After all, the Spanish Navy is already in name only."

The Duke of Northumberland, the Minister of the Navy, suggested that he had been paying attention to the war in Spain and was very familiar with every move of the Austrian Empire.

The most important thing is that in the mind of the Duke of Northumberland, the British Navy is far stronger than the Austrian Navy. There is no reason why the former cannot do what the latter can do.

"Don't we want to use the French? And now our country has an armistice agreement with Austria. It is not good for us to go to war directly."

Foreign Minister Earl of Malmesbury still remembers the previous plan.

"We landed in northern Spain and attacked the Carlos faction. Wouldn't this avoid the armistice agreement with Austria?"

The Duke of Northumberland still insisted on his plan.

Faced with the dispute between the two cabinet members, Earl Derby was somewhat unable to make a decision. Direct landing would be a waste of money and manpower, and relying on the French would be too inefficient. In addition, the situation was urgent, and it would be difficult for Carlos to gain a foothold.

"Haha, you are so funny. If the circus invites you, you will definitely make a lot of money."

Palmerston sneered at the side.