"25 to 10, how is this possible!"

The clock was set back a quarter of an hour ago.

Adjani, a glamorous dancer, wears a red and white off-the-shoulder dress and holds the ballot box on her chest.

The mood of the delegates who were about to vote also rippled, and they didn't know where to put their votes for a while.

Adjani's steps were so swaying that the Bavarian representatives said that this woman could not be allowed to enter Bavaria, otherwise their king would cause a new scandal.

What they don't know is that the French beauty in front of them is actually the leader of the current Polish Restoration Army. The wife of former commander of the Free Polish Army, Borgie Agata and the mother of a four-year-old girl.

The Polish uprising of 1830 failed, and a large number of Polish soldiers were massacred and exiled. This also included Mrs. Agatta's husband, who decided to continue his career after his departure and became the leader of the Polish Restoration Army.

However, under the bloody suppression of the Russians, the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army were slaughtered and the property was lost.

In order to feed the thousands of members of the Polish Restoration Army scattered throughout Europe, and in order to continue the cause of the Polish Restoration Army, Mrs. Agata organized a large number of widows of the Restoration Army to go to foreign countries to earn extra money and solicit sponsorship.

Adjani is nothing more than one of her pseudonyms, but she quickly receives extra attention due to her talent. Invitations flew in like snowflakes, but most people were just there to spend the night with her.

Adjani was disgusted with these men, but she had to wander between them.

Today she was invited by the local archbishop, and the high-spirited bishop asked her to perform an after-show in the evening.

However, Adjani decisively refused, because today someone actually gave her 2,000 florins to stop performing, and then gave her 1,000 florins to collect votes.

It's too easy to make money like this, so why bother yourself? She couldn't understand the sisters who sold their bodies, after all, Adjani could earn a day that those poor women couldn't earn in a year.

She came to Frankfurt today to seek allies to support their cause. After all, the Polish Confederation is no longer there, and it is not just money that is needed to restore the country.

But when she heard that some delegates said that Poles were dirty, she felt angry and aggrieved.

She thought of her husband, her daughter who was fostered in a friend's house, and her friends who had been slaughtered by the Russians.

Adjani's tears swirled in her eyes, but they could arouse the man's desire to protect him even more.

Soon all thirty-five delegates had voted, and the Baden delegates were carried to the hospital, where they were deemed to have abstained.

This was also arranged by Frederick Ansillon, and although according to his estimate, Prussia would have at least 20 votes, but it would not hurt to easily take out an opponent who did not support him.

The ballot box was opened in public, and the Archbishop of Frankfurt unfolded the first ballot.

"Against!"

Adjani took the ballot with a smile, raised her hands above her head, and repeated with a smile.

"One vote against."

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"Three votes against."

Three in a row, all of them were Prussian, which made the corners of Frederick Ansillon's mouth hook up a sneer, and he looked at Anket who was drinking alone on the side with malicious intentions, and said in his heart.

"When the Austrians are expelled, the next one will be to clean up your Saxonys. Today's humiliation, I want you to pay back tenfold. ”

Ankett felt Frederick Ansillon's gaze, looked at each other, and then smiled back.

"Austria."

"Austria has one vote, three against."

Frederick Ansilon was unimpressed, and he also asked the waiter for a glass of wine.

"Austria."

"Austria."

"Against."

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"Three votes in favor of Austria's accession to the German Customs Union, four votes against."

After that, the votes of both sides alternately rose, which made Frederick Ansilon a little irritated, and then he remembered Anquelt's smile again, and the guy seemed to want to say something.

"Austria."

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"Austria."

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"Austria."

...

The number of votes in favor of Austria's membership in the German Customs Union has reached fifteen, and only seven votes against. This made Frederick Ansillon's throat feel a little dry, and he drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

"Austria."

This was the sixteenth vote, and Frederick Ansilon was choked at once. The red wine spat out the Brunswick delegate all over his body, and the man was about to get up in protest, when he saw that it was Frederick Ansilon and sat down again, so he had to take out his handkerchief and wipe the wine stains.

"Damn, someone betrayed us." Frederick Ansilon cursed in his heart, glad that he had just excluded a representative who supported the Austrians.

"Austria!"

"Austria voted seventeen and voted against."

With one more vote, Austria would have been allowed to join the German Customs Union, and Frederick Ansillon's errand would have been ruined, and his palms were sweaty.

I saw the bishop of Frankfurt pick up a ballot, unfold it slowly, and then hesitate for a while, and announce it loudly.

"Austria!"

"Eighteen votes from Austria and seven votes against."

Frederick Ansilon glared angrily at the Archbishop of Frankfurt, wanting to get an answer from him.

But the Archbishop of Frankfurt only shrugged his shoulders, he was indeed on the Prussian side, and he voted against, and he did not know why it had become the current situation.

But he knew that the Prussians were no longer a monopoly, and now that the Austrians were coming, he had to think about the future, so he had to behave happier.

"Austria!"

...

The chants continued, but Frederick Ansilon had collapsed in his chair.

Anquette turned to Frederick Ansilon again and said word for word.

"Congratulations, congratulations, you, yes, yes, hand."

He then raised his glass, motioned to Frederick Ansillon, and drank it down.

At this time, the Archbishop of Frankfurt was also officially announced.

"The German Customs Union, with 25 votes in favor, 10 against and 1 abstention, approved Austria's application for membership in the German Customs Union. We are welcoming the 37th member of the German Customs Union! Germany has a better future! ”

Faced with the immediate results, Frederick Ansilon knew that his political career was over.

Frederick Ansilon knew that the Austrians must have bribed Prussia's allies, but this time by secret ballot, he had no idea who had betrayed Prussia.

He still has 47,000 thalers left unspent, and if he returns to Berlin like this, then Wilhelm III and Chancellor of the Exchequer Merz will definitely not let him go.

So, he came up with a solution.

Frederick Ansilon asked Adjani to wait for him in his room, for which he spent 5,000 thalers, but he didn't care anymore, now he just wanted to spend it all.

In addition to the 8,000 thalers that had been spent, the remaining 42,000 thalers were exchanged for jewelry by him, and the title deeds were packed in suitcases.

On the way, Frederick Ansillon's throat was tight, and as soon as he entered the door, he impatiently unbuckled his belt.

It was just a dagger that went around him and pressed it against his neck.

"Put your pants on, where are your money?"

Frederick Ansilon hurriedly fastened his belt and said.

"Thief woman, I am the messenger of Prussia, you dare to rob me?"

Frederick Ansilon said, looking for an opportunity.

But what made him desperate was that another woman came out of the room, with a pistol pinned to her waist.

Adjani walked towards Frederick Ansilon with graceful steps, much to Frederick Ansillon's confusion.

At this moment, Adjani snatched the suitcase from Frederick Ansillon's hand, opened it directly with a dagger, and saw the glittering jewels inside.

"This is the property of the King of Prussia." Frederick Ansilon threatened.

Adjani said with a smile as she tied one of the jewel necklaces around her neck.

"Not anymore."

"Who are you?"

"Polish Restoration Army." Adjani replied, then nodded to the woman behind Frederick Ansillon.

Before Frederick Ansilon could continue to speak, the woman picked up a vase and smashed him in the back of the head.

Looking at Frederick Ansilon who fell to the ground and the vase that was shattered to the ground, Adjani was a little helpless.

"Carolyn, I've said a few times not to use vases, it's hard to clean up."

"Then what to do, smash and smash."

"Carry him inside and make him look like he was hanging. I'll leave tonight, and I'll tell the other sisters to leave as well. With that, Adjani threw a jewel-encrusted ring to Caroline.

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The Prussian ambassador of the Vienna Zeitung committed suicide in the hotel.