Chapter 1130 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

The Ottoman palace coup and Magid's sudden death caught Franz off guard. He even subconsciously thought it was a conspiracy.

Because there were many unreasonable points. Why didn't Abdul Aziz kill Magid directly when he decided to rebel? Why did he fight with a group of eunuchs and palace maids?

Even if he couldn't make the Xuanwu Gate Coup, he could still make the Duomen Coup. He could directly win over the powerful officials to rebel. Even if Magid was resurrected, what would happen?

Then the timing of Magid's awakening and sudden death was too strange. Did he plan all this?

The former was to eliminate internal troubles, and the latter was of course to deal with external troubles.

Franz couldn't help but sweat. Otto I was in the army on the front line. Franz's cousin was not very smart. He withdrew the Austrian army to the rear to cover him for safety.

If this was really a trap, wouldn't Otto I be concerned?

However, when the news reached Vienna, it was too late. Fortunately, the British envoy also arrived.

Franz was naturally willing to accept mediation. After all, the Austrian Empire was a peace-loving country. If the territory and people were not threatened, he would not have been willing to declare war on the Ottoman Empire.

Franz performed very hard in front of the British ambassador. Although the latter was very angry, he had no choice but to be surrounded by countless reporters and guards who were ready for battle.

According to the British government's propaganda, the new emperor of the Austrian Empire was an extremely cruel monarch. He was either fighting or on the way to fight all day.

This person did not like to keep prisoners in war. He invented many punishments to torture and kill those who opposed him. It was common for him to let his soldiers burn, kill and loot.

Whether it was soldiers, civilians, or nobles, he did not let them go. He had a serious hatred of the rich. In order to make up for the military expenses, he sent troops to raze Vienna, the capital of the Austrian Empire, to the ground. Many open-minded nobles were sent to the gallows during this period.

The most brutal thing is that this emperor not only killed people, but also confiscated the legal property of those nobles and gentlemen, and even made their families in debt, which was simply shameless.

In addition, this emperor not only liked to rob and kill people, but also liked to indulge in prostitution in broad daylight and watch torture.

This kind of propaganda can indeed arouse people's anger and sympathy for the victims, but when people face this legendary tyrant directly, it is a completely different feeling, after all, life is their own.

At this time, the British ambassador Baron Ravis had no doubt that if he refuted the other party's words or made the other party feel that he had any transgressive behavior, the tyrant would not hesitate to skin him alive and send him to the barbecue grill.

So Baron Ravis cooperated very well with Franz to play a play. The reporters naturally knew what to write about and what to pass over, and the photographers also knew what angle to shoot from.

Soon the news that the benevolent Austrian emperor was willing to sit at the negotiation table for European peace spread throughout Europe.

Baron Ravis walked out of the Hofburg Palace in a trance. He knew that he had lost his composure. As a diplomat, he seemed too humble.

However, the oppression of this palace was too strong, especially the luxury of the Hall of Mirrors, which did not make people feel frivolous, but on the contrary gave people a sense of majesty and solemnity.

In addition to those terrible rumors, the tyrant on the throne also gave people a feeling of being unpredictable and only looking up to, and every move could shock people.

The prosperity and magnificence of Vienna did not look like it had just suffered a catastrophe. It was completely different from the rumored ancient, decadent, and corpse-smelling city.

At this time, Baron Ravis remembered Mr. Dickens's travel notes that were banned from publication. The article portrayed Vienna as a holy progressive city and London as a filthy and decadent city.

Baron Ravis had never seen such a clean street. At least he did not see anyone splashing feces and urine on the street at will, and no one would litter.

Feces and urine can be solved through sewers. Sewers were not uncommon in ancient Rome, and some areas of London also have their own sewers.

However, London's real urban sewer system did not start construction until 1859 and was completed in 1865.

But other garbage cannot be solved through sewers. People with higher quality in London either dump garbage on open spaces to form garbage piles or dump garbage into the Thames. People with lower quality will directly discard garbage on the streets.

This practice is not uncommon, or it is a practice that people are familiar with.

However, the streets in Vienna are unusually clean. Baron Ravis found that people would carry garbage in buckets and pour it into a box.

In history, the invention of the trash can had to wait until 40 years later, but this thing really has no technical content. It only took one day from design to production.

This is because Franz wanted to get it right in one step and directly designed a flip trash can, otherwise it could be put into production faster.

Compared with traditional flip-top and pedal-type trash cans, the reversible trash can is more labor-saving in terms of input and output, and can also reduce the spread of odor to a certain extent.

Although it is a simple invention, it also condenses the wisdom of mankind for hundreds of years. Baron Ravis couldn't help but sigh at the exquisite design after seeing it.

However, he soon thought of another problem, that is, these trash cans are easily filled up, who will clean up the garbage?

At this time, a mule cart slowly stopped beside the trash can, and several men in special uniforms began to clean the trash can and dump the garbage into the mule cart.

These should be the city cleaners. Baron Lavis wanted to ask some details, but after he talked for a long time, the workers looked confused.

At this time, a carriage stopped, and a middle-aged man with elegant clothes, monocles, and a lollipop in his mouth walked down.

"Sir, are you dissatisfied with our work?"

Although the words were polite, they carried a kind of arrogance unique to Viennese nobles.

Baron Lavis is the British ambassador. No matter where he goes, he is superior to others. How could he bear this?

"Your behavior makes me feel sick. Look at the ground, and then look at your workers. The filth and stench are like this. Is this how you waste taxpayers' money?

I want to see your boss!"

Baron Lavis's words really shocked the other party. The noble stared with an incredible look, and then asked a question that made Baron Lavis even more confused.

"Do you live on Wagner Street?"

(Wagner Street, where the Vienna General Hospital and the Lunatic Asylum are located.)

"What Wagner Street? Don't change the subject, let your boss come out!"

In the UK, garbage collectors are generally outsourced to private companies by the government with taxpayers' money, so they must be very afraid of people like me with official backgrounds.

Even if they don't have official backgrounds, these low-level workers must be very afraid of their bosses, after all, they are their bread and butter!

At this time, the Viennese nobleman holding a lollipop winked, and a group of cleaners surrounded him, and then he spoke in very poor English with a serious accent.

"He is looking for trouble, find a place where no one is, beat him, I will take responsibility."

Before Baron Lavis could react, a metal bucket full of garbage was buckled down, and he was about to shout when a sticky and disgusting liquid entered his mouth, almost choking him to death.

I don't know how long it took Baron Lavis to be thrown heavily to the ground, and then he was punched and kicked, and his native language blurted out in a hurry.

"Help! Help!"

"British?" A cleaner pulled off the iron bucket on Baron Lavis's head and asked in confusion.

"Irish?"

Baron Lavis immediately determined the other party's identity from his accent. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had met a fellow countryman, or maybe a spy sent by his own country.

But the next second all the cleaners roared.

"Beat him to death!"