Chapter 94 Two or three small things (additional update for the first deacon)

Chapter 94 Two or three small things (additional update for the first deacon)

Vienna, Royal Garden.

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

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

The evening breeze was blowing, and although it was a little cool, 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 when he was about to lie down.

Thalia suddenly ran up and sat down next to Franz obediently, letting Franz's head rest on her lap.

Of course Franz did not refuse, but was just curious about what Talia was thinking.

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

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

And looking at Franz's performance just now, she didn't seem to care much about her appearance, and a trace of unreasonable panic came to her heart, although she didn't know why she and I suddenly felt this inexplicable.

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

Thalia replied with a sigh of relief.

"Recently, the Polish Zionist Army in Vienna seems to have restrained itself a lot. No, it is not so much that it has restrained, it is better to say that it has completely disappeared."

"Disappeared completely?" Franz asked.

"Yes, those Polish soldiers who were active in the tavern and cafe are gone, not even a trace can be found." Thalia answered.

Franz showed a pleased expression, and Thalia found it strange and asked.

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

Franz shook his head.

"It will definitely take some effort, but what makes me happy is that these people seem to have finally discovered that they are an underground organization. They show themselves to the public like before. Except for fools, which underground organization would do this? If you can't find a clue, you can't Is it like an underground organization?"

Thalia pinched Franz, and Franz knocked Thalia's hand away.

"what are you up to?"

"I thought you had some unknown hobby."

"No, I'm just happy because I met an equally matched opponent."

In fact, the Polish Restoration Army's forces in Vienna had been jointly strangled by the men of Prince Metternich and Count Korolaf.

Except for the Violet Knights, who were already under the control of Madam Sophie, all traces of other members of the Polish Restoration Army were wiped out.

"Concerning the matter of the Polish Nationalist Army, you continue to keep an eye on it. If you really can't find any clues, can you hire some private detectives? Are there any other matters?" Franz said.

"Well, a big, big thing."

"What?"

"The Jewish Administration in Vienna has arrested a big shot."

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

"Which great artist is it?"

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

"This is strange! Wasn't the Jewish Administration created by Solomon to deal with competitors? How come their boss was arrested?"

"Yes, there is something more interesting. Guess who ordered the arrest?"

"It's impossible that Metternich was drunk and just confused his old friend and arrested him, right? The two of them are wearing the same pants. Isn't Solomon the supporter behind Metternich?"

"That's Prince Metternich. I heard that Solomon got into trouble with a big shot this time."

To be honest, although Solomon thought very highly of himself, the pseudo-historians made him look like a god.

But in fact, Franz could not count with both hands and feet the number of people who could manipulate Solomon in Vienna in this era.

But the most likely person is probably his mother, Mrs. Sophie.

After all, the great nobles of this era usually care about their own status and generally do not care about those with lower status. But Mrs. Sophie is different. To put it harshly, it can even be described as a retribution.

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

But Franz still guessed wrong.

"It's the Russian Crown Prince and Grand Duke Karl." Thalia liked to see Franz deflated, especially today.

Franz scratched his head. He really couldn't figure out how Solomon Rothschild got into trouble with these two people.

What happened recently surprised Franz and made him a little crazy. This feeling was very bad.

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

Vienna, Caesar Hotel.

The director of the Jewish Administration had a smile as big as a chrysanthemum.

"Your Majesty Solomon, I am really troubling you today, but in name we are still Austrian officials, and we still have to act according to the orders of the Prime Minister."

Solomon Rothschild suddenly looked at the director with sharp eyes. The director immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing and quickly closed his mouth.

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

"I don't dare, I..." Before the director could finish his words, a porcelain plate hit him on the head. He managed not to fall down, and did not dare to wipe the blood from his forehead with his hands.

"Call me Mr. Solomon." Solomon's tone was still calm.

"Yes, Mr. Solomon."

Solomon took a sip of the coffee handed to him by the servant and said.

"Give him some 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 quickly. He was also ordered to do things. 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 Archduke Karl will leave sooner or later, and King Solomon will always be in Vienna. What's more, the position of director was also given by Solomon, so how can I dare to disobey him?

Solomon seemed to have thought of something and said.

"return."

The director trotted back quickly.

"How long am I going to stay here?"

"Three months." The director whispered.

"Oh, then starting from tomorrow, you will live in the bureau and are not allowed to come out for three months. Do you hear me?" Solomon Rothschild said.

"It's Mr. Solomon." The director could only admit that he was unlucky. Who asked him to fine Solomon 200,000 florins? But then again, these punishment terms were set by Solomon Rothschild.

It was just to punish his competitors at the time, but he didn't expect that things would turn around and now he would be using it on himself instead.

In fact, regarding intelligence organizations, Solomon Rothschild had one in Vienna.

The Vienna Business Alliance is a financial intelligence organization that Solomon has run for many years. Although it is loose, its ability to collect intelligence and its influence are not bad.

Solomon's recent misadventures have brought his reputation to its lowest point. Coupled with the three-month confinement period, although he is still in his hometown of Caesar Hotel, his influence is no longer there.

Thanks to book friend xiaotang246 for the reward.