"Sachs has been unable to get away lately, so let my little Alberton go on a trip to the Far East, and it will be very beneficial for him to take over the family business in the future." Old Weinstein replied.

The Weinstein family has been a family for three generations, and Alberton Sr. is the founder of the family business, and now he no longer cares about the family business. Alberton Sr. had no sons, and his only daughter, Matilda, married the old man's secretary, Goodman Sachs, or more precisely, Mr. Sachs became the son-in-law of the Weinstein family, and is now the manager of the family business.

Matilda had three children, the eldest of whom graduated from college and served in the Guards after graduating from college, and married Princess Sophia, the younger sister of Prince Frank. Alberton Jr., now a newlywed Yaner, has retired from the army to help his father manage the family business and is the third generation of the Weinstein family. Little Alberton's second sister Brittany is very active in the social circle of the Holy City, but she is not interested in the family business, and the third brother Raven is extremely talented in spells and is most favored by Old Man Weinstein, after all, he is still young and has no say in the family business.

Frank was quite satisfied with the teacher's arrangement of the third generation of the family's successor to join the delegation, and remembered that he had not yet asked Fogel about his wishes, so he cast a consultative look at the fat old man Jacob.

The imperial tax collector smiled on his fat face: "Thanks to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's appreciation, the contemptible people will be honored to have the opportunity to serve the country." ”

"I am relieved to have Mr. Fogel leading the delegation, and if you are interested in the Far East, you can sign up for the delegation now." Frank looked around the room with encouragement in his eyes.

Most of the people who came to the seminar were in public positions, and it was inconvenient for them to join the delegation for the sake of their official careers, and there was no shortage of business owners who wanted to go to the Far East to look for business opportunities, but when they remembered the newspaper reports about the atrocities of the rebels in the Far East, especially those describing the bloody massacre of the local gentry and the plundering of the property of the village sages, I shuddered, and I was afraid to risk my life in that wild land.

In the awkward silence, Palatine suddenly stood up.

"Your Highness, I would like to join the delegation and go to the Far East to open my eyes."

Frank was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Sigmunt. His Excellency the Marshal did not seem to expect his daughter to make such a whimsical decision, and looked at her deeply.

Prime Minister Mueller sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly got up with a smile and played a round: "Her Royal Highness Palatina has a military position, and it is not suitable to participate in the civilian delegation. ”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Palatina's handsome face, and she blamed herself for not having thought of this beforehand, and stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say.

"It doesn't matter, Palatina can temporarily transfer to the reserves, join the mission as a civilian, and return to her original post when she returns from the Far East."

Palatina looked at her father in surprise. Her father had always been very fond of her, but he never accommodated her petty nature in major matters, and Palatina could not have imagined that her father would say such a thing at a critical moment, and instead of blaming his daughter for making her own opinions, he tried to fulfill her wish and find her a staircase.

Sigmund guessed her mood through her daughter's gaze, but didn't say a word, just handed her an encouraging smile.

Palatina's smile made Palatina feel warm, but this feeling of happiness was destroyed by a shrill shout.

"Palatina! Are you sick with a fever and not in your mind, and you are going to a place controlled by the rebels! The Far East is too dangerous, I don't agree with you to go! Baron Bazel jumped eagerly.

Palatina's white face flushed, and she was embarrassed that he had been so rude in public, and she threw out a cold sentence.

"I don't need your consent to decide what I decide!"

Bazel opened his mouth and looked at Palatine in vain. However, she was even ashamed to look at him squarely, and turned away resolutely.

Like an abandoned baby, Bazel threw himself at Sigmund in fear, begging His Excellency Marshal to help him out of his predicament.

"Silly boy, don't mess around here, or you'll only make Palatina look down on you even more." Sigmundt patted Bazel on the shoulder, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

Over the next few years, Frank and his core of reformists asked Philip a number of questions about the Far East, revising the plan for the trip, and finally producing a draft. The matter is so big that Prime Minister Muller does not dare to be arbitrary, and after the cabinet deliberates and approves it, it must be submitted to His Majesty the Emperor, and the resolution can only be considered after the approval of the imperial pen. In the future, if something goes wrong, there will be a personal approval from the royal pen, and those involved in this matter do not have to worry about being implicated.

By the end of the meeting, it was nightfall, and Palatine followed her father out of the palace and gave him a series of looks.

Igmund understood his daughter's suggestion, shrugged helplessly, and made a casual excuse to send Bazel, who had been following their father and daughter all along, and seemed restless.

The father and daughter did not take a ride and walked side by side along the secluded royal road. A crescent moon creeps up into the night sky, spreading tiny light and shadows through the shade of the trees, and Palatina walks in the moonlight as if she were walking on a carpet of flowers.

"Can you tell me why you suddenly had the idea of going to the Far East?" Sigmund was the first to break the silence, asking questions that his daughter had expected.

"Although I don't support launching the Eastern Crusade now, there is always an inexplicable intuition that tells me that sooner or later the Empire and the Far Eastern rebel groups will meet each other, and the atmosphere in the military department is too rash and radical, and the preparations for the Eastern Crusade are not sufficient in terms of materials and ideas, and you often teach me that if you don't understand your opponent, then half of the war will be lost before it starts, so I want to go to the Far East to see it in person, gain an in-depth understanding of the environment and atmosphere there, and make some preparations for launching the Eastern Crusade in the future."

Palatina's eyes droop slightly, and her thick and upturned eyelashes cast faint shadows on the sides of her nose, adding a bit of sculptural touch to her face, presenting a graceful yet gentle classical beauty.

The daughter's answer sounded reasonable, but this little caution could not hide from the father's eyes.

"If you are only going to join the mission for this purpose, you don't need to leave Bazel alone." Sigmund smiled, "I know you don't like Bazel, this kid and his nickname." The bull's father is a man carved out of a mold, and he always mistakes barbarity for manhood, and if a man is courteous to you, he will surely be so jealous that he will rush up to fight them like a bull in red cloth, and put you in an embarrassing position, but if you think about it from another angle, thanks to the faithful knight of Bazel by your side, you will be saved from the harassment of those pretentious prodigals, and it is evident that he is still useful. ”