Chapter Seventy-Eight: The icing on the cake

"I disagree! Don't forget that the Moravian Army Regiment also has a staff officer and a deputy commander. ”

A nobleman who looked very disgusted suddenly spoke up, which made Ernst look surprised and saw the corners of his mouth on the young face of Viscount Leoš Yanáček on the side.

If it had not been for this sentence, perhaps Andrei's appointment as interim commander of the Moravian Army Corps had already been decided, but now...... Ernst had to face a dilemma.

At this time, Ernst regretted letting Kurt leave the Moravian Army Regiment, and if he was still the deputy commander of the Army Regiment, Ernst could now push him to the temporary commander of the Army Regiment.

Chief of Staff Sigmund Freud, for some reason, Ernst suddenly remembered the colonel of the chief of staff, who was in the barracks but always wanted to get involved in politics.

Needless to say, the person the nobleman was about to recommend must be the line of Viscount Leoš Janáček, and now the only way for Ernst to get out of this predicament was to put the absolutely neutral Freud on the throne.

"This gentleman is right, Andrei is indeed a little unqualified, and I recommend Chief of Staff Sigmund Freud for the post of head of the Army Corps."

Freud?

Freud!

The nobles couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, according to their assumptions, this should not be the case. Even Viscount Leoš Yanáček was equally surprised, and even the smile on his face had not yet faded, and the stunned stiffness at this time looked very strange.

Viscount Ladislav Berland was very happy in his heart, and it was a great pleasure that these guys who wanted to be behind the praying mantis and the yellow finch were now trapped in their own trap.

Compared to Ernst, Viscount Ladislav Berland may hate these guys who are almost allies, after all, betrayal is always the most memorable thing.

"If everyone has no opinion, then this matter is ......"

Ernst was eager to take advantage of this opportunity to settle the matter, but some of the angry local nobles could not allow Ernst to go so smoothly.

"Count Ernst, maybe you forgot that you don't hold any position in the Moravian Council!"

The aristocracy who spoke made Ernst's eyes narrow, although he was only six or seven years old, but his identity and authority made even Ernst, who was only six or seven years old, have extraordinary deterrent power.

The nobleman didn't dare to look directly into Ernst's eyes, especially as if he seemed to see the killing intent in Ernst's eyes! It's hard to imagine a little doll with such sharp eyes, but the facts are in front of you and you have to believe it.

"Speaker Ladislav Berland, I hope you will be a member of the Moravian Parliament, and I believe it will not be difficult for you!"

Ernst looked directly at Viscount Ladislav Berland, but Viscount Ladislav Berland clearly did not want to be involved in the struggle anymore, and it was the only way to do so.

"I'm sorry Count Ernst, but the members of the council must be approved by all the members, but I can call for a vote now, as long as there are more than two-thirds of them......"

"Then start a vote! Kurt! ”

"Lord Earl!"

"I don't want any accidents during the voting, inform Andrei that I hope he will be able to guarantee his absolute safety and shoot if necessary!"

As soon as he said that, murderous intent filled the council, and no one could hear the deep meaning of Ernst's words. Viscount Ladislav Berland was dumbfounded, Viscount Leoš Janáček and the local nobles were dumbfounded, and Ernst had gone so far as to be wanton? Did he really dare to shoot?

Furious! For many years, even under Viscount Ladislav Berland, he did not go so extreme, after all, everyone was an aristocrat, and they needed to uphold the rules of gentlemen and traditions, such as Ernst now...... He was clearly an outlier among the aristocracy.

Kurt stepped out step by step on his leather military boots, and the nobles suddenly felt a very palpitating feeling when they looked at his back. Ernst was a little madman, and if he really gave the order to shoot, then he ...... himself

To be honest, the nobles were already panicking at this time, and they did not dare to gamble or risk their lives, even though they knew that there was zero chance that Ernst would shoot them.

"Viscount Ladislav Berland, now you can call for a vote."

Is it necessary to start a vote? Viscount Ladislav Berland nodded with a wry smile, and at this point he suddenly felt that he had not lost unjustly, because the two sides were not on the same level at all.

Even if Ernst ordered the killing of all the nobles here, it would only be a public outrage, and Archduke Ferdinand would have been exiled to North Africa and the Americas, and he would not even lose his life.

But what about him? Once he loses Moravia, then he is equivalent to losing everything. He was too old to do it all over again.

At this time, Viscount Ladislav Berland suddenly made up his mind, they are all old fritters, and the icing on the cake and the charcoal in the snow are very clear.

"I, the Speaker of the Moravian Local Assembly, Viscount Ladislav Berland, propose that Mr. Ernst Franz, Prince of Austria-Hungary, Count of Moravia and member of the Habsburg family, be a member of the Moravian Local Assembly and assume the post of Speaker, and that voting shall now begin."

Speaker? Did Viscount Ladislav Berland just give up?

At first glance, the nobles couldn't help but freeze in place, knowing that Viscount Ladislav Berland did not have the strength to continue the struggle, but now he actually chose to back down, he was really old and confused?

Of course, this thought was only for a moment, and soon they understood the inner thoughts of Viscount Ladislav Bran. Indeed, there is really little point in fighting against such opponents, because they are doomed from the beginning not to win.

Ernst's fish are dead and the net is broken, and the fish cannot be resurrected but the net can be repaired, and even the repaired net is even better than before.

There are still soldiers with guns in their arms outside, and now that Viscount Ladislav Berland has begun to back down, the other nobles still have a choice? The answer is almost doomed!

"I agree!"

"Agreed!"

……

Not surprisingly, Ernst became a member of the Moravian Parliament with almost a full number of votes and unexpectedly became Speaker, the first six-year-old Speaker of the Moravian Parliament in history.

Ernst didn't want to go overboard, and at the same time he understood the truth of giving a sweet date a stick, so he ......

"It is the 20th century instead of the Middle Ages, the aristocracy is no longer the aristocracy of the past, we no longer have too many privileges, money and wealth are the important capital to ensure our status."

They were puzzled by Ernst's words, but soon they understood what Ernst was trying to do, and they were overjoyed.

"I have already contacted Archduke Ferdinand, and he is willing to provide us with the labor to clear the land, and the Moravian Agricultural Machinery Company will provide you with cheap tractors and other agricultural machinery."

The labor force was not the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in contact with Count Alvaro in Italy, after all, because of the policy of the Kingdom of Italy, many Italian citizens chose to leave there, and Moravia may not be the best choice, but it is better than living on the streets.

Ernst was so kind and willing to help these nobles? The answer is naturally no, why so much effort to help the nobles naturally has Ernst's own ideas.