Chapter 724: Parting and Reuniting
Adjani panted and crawled to the bed. She was so arrogant before, but now she was so embarrassed. Adjani quickly impatiently drank a large amount of water, and then sighed quietly.
"Phew! You are a born bad guy! If I hadn't watched you grow up, I would have regarded you as a devil who escaped from hell. How could you be like this?"
Adjani's words stopped abruptly. She saw that Franz had already put on his clothes and washed up as if nothing had happened. But the mess on the ground and the youthful atmosphere in the house couldn't be concealed.
Franz took a peek at Bai Gui, who was slumped on the bed, and thought that this was his [Physical Health Defense Class]. Although Franz had not practiced it, he had rich theoretical knowledge.
After all, Franz, who has been a man for two generations, is already 40 years old in his heart, but he still said it seriously.
"Who are you going to give your job to?"
"Don't worry, I have removed those hidden dangers for you. The entire Violet Knights are now fanatical followers of the Habsburg family and you.
Fregelova, Mia Artiès and Karena will respectively take over my current role. "
As a former principal dancer in the theater, Flegelova has no difficulty in communicating and extracting information, and her stereotype of Gypsies also allows her to better adapt to this job.
Mia Artiles is the eldest lady of Artiles Bank, but now it is better to call it Artiles Mining Bank, because old Artiles (Jacob Artiles) accepted Franz proposal.
As the black glove of Austrian Imperial Industry, it was difficult for him not to make money. Atiles Bank has been ups and downs in the business and political circles for many years, and Mia Atiles still has the ability to be the main helper of the old Atiles.
And as Jews who converted to Catholicism, they actually didn't have many choices, so their loyalty was relatively reliable.
The name Karena, Franz, is quite familiar.
"Giant bear, Karena?"
"Well, I think Miss Karena is very suitable for the position of auxiliary officer, and she is much more secure than Colonel Bordeaux."
really. Can you not feel safe? A woman who could strangle a gray wolf to death at the age of 10. She was 180cm tall at the age of 14. When she was 16, she pushed a piano and killed a thief who broke into her home.
At this time, this giant bear has a height of 201cm and a weight of 140kg. If she were born in ancient times, wearing heavy armor and carrying a mace weighing 20 to 30 kilograms, she would definitely be a role that one man can't control and ten thousand men can't stop.
In fact, a two-handed weapon of 10 to 15 kilograms is already very heavy. The author has been exercising all year round. Once I wielded a 5.5 kilogram (11 kilogram) knife with one hand, my wrist bones were dislocated.
Using it and being able to pick it up are completely different concepts. If you feel that you are born with supernatural power, you can try the horizontal lift, which is already very energy-consuming. If you add inertia when swinging, generally speaking, you will not be able to hold it at all.
"It's just that no matter how strong you are, you can't stop a bullet."
Franz gave Adjani a helpless look, and the latter smiled.
"You can put on a body armor and hold a bulletproof shield in your hand. Normal people can't lift the things you designed anyway."
Faced with Adjani's complaints, Franz remained unmoved.
However, there is indeed a problem with the body armor and bulletproof shield designed by Franz, that is, in the absence of Kailav fiber and high-strength nylon, even if the bullet cannot penetrate the steel plate, ricochet bullets without eyes are still very dangerous.
"It should be to prevent trouble before it happens. It would be very embarrassing if we were attacked in our own country."
Although Franz likes watching gunfight movies, he doesn't want to get involved in them at all.
"I think you'll be more eye-catching that way."
Franz sighed helplessly.
"Do you have to leave?"
"Did you think it was safe to be with you?"
Adjani stood up and limped toward the bathroom, but Franz didn't answer.
Adjani continued: "Do you know how many times I have been assassinated?"
In fact, Franz can understand this situation. After all, some things will involve the interests of many people.
"Seventeen times. Thank you for your hard work."
"Hmph! Wrong, it's sixty-three times."
She opened the rain and took a long breath.
"What a sin have I done! I only encountered this twice when I was in the Polish Nationalist Army! Working for the government? A total of sixty-three times!
Now when I see trays and flowers, I will subconsciously hide them, for fear that there is a gun, dagger, or bomb hidden inside. "
"It's really hard for you."
Franz did not follow him into the bathroom, but said a little guiltily outside.
"If you have any trouble, you can always come to me."
"No, you are the biggest trouble to me. I don't think we will see each other again. I want to go somewhere far enough away from you."
"Okay, you can write a letter then."
The door opened, and a thick mist lingered inside.
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This is the dividing line where we will part ways————
“The Russians mortgaged Alaska to the French?!”
This confused Franz and even thought that Louis Philippe was also a time traveler. Because Alaska has always been considered a bad land, and 200 million francs is really too much.
This kind of courage is not at all like the timid Yali King in history, but more like a desperate time traveler.
However, if you think about it carefully, there are many unreasonable things. Alaska is indeed rich in resources, but the Russians have been exploring for so many years without results. It is impossible for the French to find resources as soon as they take over.
And even if the resources can be found immediately, Alaska's frozen wasteland cannot be mined immediately. Recovering the cost cannot be completed in a year or two.
In fact, one of Alaska's most important resources at this time is oil, but countries have not yet realized its value to industry and its future importance.
What Franz didn't know was that the Tuileries Palace was already in chaos.
"Twenty million?!" Soult wanted to strangle this idiot recommended by Guizot, but Pierre Guiscard actually bragged about how he had a verbal battle with the heroes in the Winter Palace.
"You don't know, I just said two or three words and choked those Russians to the point of being speechless. They were all so ashamed that the Russian Prime Minister even committed suicide at home.
The Russian Tsar was about to appoint me as the new Prime Minister. I thought how could I, a civilized French person, stay in such a barbaric place to bury my talents, so I refused sternly. I didn’t expect that the Tsar would give up all the princesses in order to keep me. Get married.
I'm telling you, it's so easy to go to Russia as an ambassador."
Soult suddenly tapped the ground with his marshal's staff, and the surrounding area immediately fell silent, but some young officials could not hide their excitement.
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, what are your orders..."
"Fart!" Soult was rarely so angry, but he was about to retire and really didn't want to leave a stain on his glorious resume.
"Russians will listen to your farts? What's the use of buying a pile of mud and ice with two hundred million francs?"