Nicholas II acted quickly, and the next day news came from the British government that some of the members of the Irish Independence Organization should be sufficiently evident to resist arrest.

Jessica got the news that Karl Neumann had been released from prison at noon that day, and Jessica hurriedly wanted to go to Ireland, but she did not forget Ernst before leaving, and went to the door to express her gratitude.

Lord Sophie was not very welcoming to Jessica, because she always felt that Jessica was likely to affect the future of her brother Ernst, and the specific reason was unknown, but it could only be said that she had a strong third sense.

Because of the Sophie Lord, the place where Ernst and Jessica met was not in the hall, on the green lawn in front of the manor, Jessica looked at the back of Ernst, who was not very old, and hesitated like a mosquito to express her gratitude.

"Thank you......"

Ernst didn't hear her clearly, but he noticed that Jessica hadn't followed, and turned around to see her appearance before making a guess.

He smiled brightly, and Ernst himself could not have imagined that he could smile so brightly.

"Don't thank me, it's just a deal."

"Transaction...... So! ”

Slightly stunned, then Jessica nodded very affirmatively, repeating what she had just said: "That's right, it's a deal!" ”

With his hands behind his back, Ernst looked up slightly into Jessica's eyes and said, "Human feelings are very complicated, and I believe in deals and rights more than I hope in promises and complex feelings. ”

Although Jessica didn't agree with Ernst's words, she didn't say anything to argue, to be honest, she was really grateful to Ernst, and no one else would have done this.

"Well, then, I'm leaving."

"Well, say hello to Mr. Neumann on my behalf."

Ernst was a little depressed, and he naturally wanted Jessica to stay with him, but he couldn't do that, because there were still many things waiting for him, the most important thing was that he was only seven years old at this time.

"I'll remember my promise!"

Jessica seemed to sense Ernst's loss, she mustered up the courage to say this sentence with a slightly red face, and then left quickly, not even seeing Ernst's words about to stop.

Jessica had left, and Ernst's concern had increased by one point.

Back in the building, Lord Sophie was waiting for him in the hall, Elena blinked her big eyes and looked at the depressed Ernst in confusion, then at the serious Lord Sophie, as if she realized something, she stuck out her tongue and ran away cautiously.

The servants in the hall had all left, and at this moment there were only two people, the Sophie Lord and Ernst.

"You like her?"

"She? Jessica? ”

"You know what I'm trying to say, Ernst, you have to understand who you are."

It wasn't the first time Ernst had seen a serious Sophie lord, but for some reason, this time Ernst had a very empty feeling.

"Of course I understand who I am, but I don't understand what it has to do with Jessica."

Turning his head, Ernst poured a cup of tea as if he didn't understand the Sufi Lord's words, and didn't ask the Sophie Magistrate if he didn't just taste it himself.

Lord Sophie had a lot to say just now, but at this time, seeing Ernst's attitude, all her words dissipated, and she shook her head, and her mood couldn't help but be low.

"Nobody really thinks of you as a seven-year-old, Ernst, and I hope you will think about your father's position and the interests of the Habsburgs before anything."

Lord Sophie also departed, and not only did she leave the hall and return to her room, but the next morning she and Elena also left London for the passenger ship back to Vienna.

On the day of the departure of the Sophie lord, Ernst received a letter from Ireland, signed by Carl Neumann, with 50,000 pounds in addition to his thanks, which made Ernst, who was a little short of money, undoubtedly more relaxed.

The Oriental Museum has already achieved initial results under the negotiation of Eisen's butler, and the 45 percent stake is a concession to the royal family, which Eisen says includes Nicholas II.

Ernst wondered why Nicholas II valued himself so much, could it be because he didn't have a daughter who wanted him to inherit the throne!

Naturally, these are just casual thoughts, although Nicholas II has only four daughters, he is still young, and there may be three or four more sons waiting for him in the future.

If you don't think clearly, you don't want to, this is Ernst's usual advantage, attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of the Oriental Museum, and it is time for Ernst to leave London.

Lanting Prologue, Jessica, this may be all the harvest of a trip to the UK!

Preparing to leave London, Ernst naturally could not just leave as the Sophie lord did, he needed to consolidate some of the contacts he had gained in England, that is, visit them one by one before leaving.

Jessica's affair was heard of in the upper aristocratic circles of London, and the aristocracy's opinion of this aristocracy was not romantic and nonsense, but playboy.

If you understand the beauty of women at such an age, won't you be a figure like Otto Franz in the future? It has to be said that Ernst did have something in common with his uncle.

In mid-February 1901, Ernst officially set out on his way back to Moravia.

What about land reclamation in Moravia? Has the agricultural machinery company started construction? How is the progress of the Bank of Moravia? Is the post office busy?

Everything about Moravia began to come to Ernst's mind, and the retreat was fully prepared for this trip to London, when it was time to prepare wholeheartedly for the war in 10 years' time.

Passing through France, Ernst signed a contract with several declining French aristocrats for the sale of red wine, together with the sales order that Eisen was negotiating in London, Moravian red wine had already laid the foundation in the three powerful countries of Britain, France and Germany before it was officially sold.

Once again, he came to the railway station in Klaliki, unlike the previous one, and this time he already had a strong foothold in the Czech Republic.

The moment Bert saw Ernst, he hurriedly trotted over, and the smile on his face was so contagious that not only Cosimo but also Ernst couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Moravian ......"

"Moravia is stable, Lord Count."

Knowing what Ernst was trying to ask, Bert had already given the answer before Ernst could finish speaking. Smiled and nodded, Ernst relieved, even though he knew that nothing would happen to Moravia.

"Viscount Rossi invites you to the banquet at noon today, you ......"

Viscount Rossi? Ernst frowned as if the name was familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Your uncle, Her Royal Highness the Archduchess Sufi......"