Bolojevich returned to Vienna after completing his internship in the 11th Regiment in Bohemia.

He sat in the dining room of the Military Club and had breakfast while he waited for the man who had been assigned a post to him by the War Department. Three slices of bread, a serving of black caviar, two fried eggs and a glass of milk, Bolojevich quietly ate his breakfast while admiring the scenery outside the window, right next to Prater Park and close to the War Department.

"Oops, our assigned friend is here alone!"

"Why are you here, Svetoser, where your internship at Bizek is over?"

Three of her classmates at Empress Teresa's Military University appeared in front of him, looking him up and down with a grin, joking in their mouths, and without waiting for his consent, they pulled out their chairs and sat down at his table. Three aristocratic officers in captain's uniforms: Karl. Rorty, Jorgen. Bill Hannell and Ron. Sterz. He hadn't seen each other for more than a year, but the guys still sat down with him casually, ordered their respective breakfasts, and then started joking and gossiping.

"Hey, don't be so close to me, I've got someone here." He said to Steltz, who was sitting next to him.

"Oh, really?" Sterz stood up and moved to a chair next to him, "It can't be a lady, can it?" We usually do this at night. Svetoser, you wouldn't say that it was morning to meet the girls in Bizek. ”

Several people burst out laughing at the rude joke, and then Rorty asked, "You haven't been assigned a job yet?" ”

"It should still be in the General Staff, just like a few of us." "The War Office doesn't put graduates who have just come out of a military university to be commanders, they have to work in the General Staff for a few years first," Straitz said. ”

"Not necessarily, I heard that the War Department plans to send a military advisory group to the Far East to train those Qing people with pigtails." Rorty joked, "Maybe you have a chance to become a colonel, Svetoser, ah, Colonel Boloyevich, haha!" ”

"It's impossible, the people who go to the Far East are retired officers." Bill Hannell said, "I've heard it's Haydn. Duke Friedrich needs some attendant military attachés around him, don't be sent to his side. "Jorgen works in the Ministry of Military Affairs and knows a little more about personnel transfers than the other two.

"My God, it's that playboy, I heard that guy made a fortune by relying on a rich **, and many young nobles in Vienna are resentful of it." "If you follow that guy, your future will be ruined." "He seems to be feeling sorry for Brotovic.

"Hey, I'm not sure I'm going there." Brotovich frowned, he had a bad omen, if he went to the General Staff, then it had been arranged for him yesterday, but how did he always feel that the guy who received him in the War Department was looking at him with a kind of schadenfreude.

As if to verify his fears, a young but unfamiliar voice came: "Is it Major Boloyevich?" I'm Carden. Admiral Mayer, Haydn. Staff officer of Duke Friedrich, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Bolojevich was not happy at all, but he had no choice but to say goodbye to his classmates, who were a little overwhelmed and a little upset for him, and followed Lieutenant Mayer out of the officers' club, and then got into a brown-red carriage. The guy brought orders and promotions from the War Department, and perhaps out of consolation, he was promoted to a major in the Army.

The carriage turned two streets and came to a halt in front of the Belvede Palace. Brotovic was a little surprised, this is the residence and office of Crown Prince Ferdinand, what are you doing here?

"Duke Friedrich is talking to Archduke Ferdinand, and we'll leave in a moment, going straight to Trieste, so please come directly." Mayer seemed to see his confusion and explained to him.

At the door, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo greeted them, led them through a richly decorated hall to a corridor on the left, and led them into a small room. "Please wait a moment here, the Duke is in the Grand Duke's office." The man, who seemed to be the housekeeper, said, and left.

This waited for more than an hour, and Bolojevic and Mayer chatted for a while, and because they were not familiar with each other, and the other party was a naval officer, there was not much talk between the two. The atmosphere in the room began to become silent, and Boloyevich stood up and looked for a while at an oil painting of naval battles hanging on the wall. It was the scene of the Battle of Lisa, with smoke billowing from the sea, and several steam galleons on the screen.

He became a little irritable, deeply confused about his future, and went to the window and looked out for a while, then at the door of the room, but there was still no movement. He walked back and forth around the room, then sat down on a red velvet couch and sighed softly.

The door was opened, and the butler stood in the doorway and said, "You can go now, the baron will come down soon." ”

Bolojevich straightened his clothes, and the two of them stood up, and followed the butler back to the golden hall.

Duke Friedrich and Archduke Ferdinand appeared on the stairs, chatting as they went, both dressed in military uniforms, though Duke Friedrich was slightly thinner and more casual than the stout Grand Duke, with the buttons on his collar still open. In addition, the crown prince's attendant military attaché, Colonel Kant, followed behind them.

Mayer walked over and stood beside the duke and whispered a few words, presumably introducing himself.

"Oh, hello, nice to meet you." The Duke held out his right hand and greeted him.

Boloyevich was embarrassed and didn't know whether he should shake hands with the duke or salute. After a moment's hesitation, he gave a military salute to the crown prince and duke, "Report to the sir, Boloyevich reports to you." ”

"You should be a very creative person." The Duke said with a smile, and then introduced his new subordinate to the Grand Duke, "This is Major Boloyevich, the newly sent squire military attaché from the War Department. ”

Boloyevich gave another military salute to the Grand Duke, who nodded only slightly.

Duke Friedrich then said to the Grand Duke: "I had asked the Emperor to send me a naval officer as an assistant, but the War Office sent me an army officer. ”

This frustrated Bolojevich a little, and he felt that he was not valued by the duke.

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