Vienna, Royal Gardens.

The two walked aimlessly through the royal gardens, with Franz in front and Talia following him flank.

The seasons in Schönbrunn Palace do not change much, and even in winter, flowers bloom, but the variety of flowers changes.

The evening breeze was blowing, and although it was a little cool, it was very comfortable, and Franz liked it very much.

Franz wanted to find a place to rest for a while, and he thought a sunny lawn was nice, and he was about to lie down.

Talia suddenly ran up and sat down next to Franz very well, letting Franz's head rest on her lap.

Franz didn't refuse, of course, but wondered what Talia was thinking.

Talia was actually a little scared, after all, things like sharing mistresses in this era were not uncommon among nobles, let alone her as a governess.

What's more, she has lost her nobility, and now owes Madame Sophie a large sum of money, which would not be surprising if she was given away as a bond.

And looking at Franz's performance just now, she didn't seem to care much about her appearance, and a trace of panic came to her heart for no reason, although she didn't know why she suddenly had such an inexplicable feeling.

"Has anything happened lately?" Franz asked, as usual.

Talia replied with a sigh of relief.

"The Polish Restoration Army in Vienna seems to have converged a lot lately, no, not so much convergence, but as if it had disappeared completely."

"Completely gone?" Franz asked.

"Yes, the Polish servicemen who were active in the tavern café are gone, and not even a trace of them can be found." Talia replied.

Franz gave a look of relief, and Talia asked as she thought it was strange.

"Isn't that nice? Aren't we going to drive them out of Vienna? ”

Franz shook his head.

"It's going to take some effort, but I'm glad that these people seem to have finally discovered that they're an underground organization, and they're showing up like they did before, and what underground organization would do that but a fool? If you can't find a clue in this way, it looks like an underground organization. ”

Talia pinched Franz, who knocked Talia's hand off.

"What are you going to do?"

"I thought you had some unknown fetishes."

"No, I'm just happy because I met an opponent of equal strength."

In fact, the forces of the Polish Restoration Army in Vienna had been strangled by the combined forces of Prince Metternich and Count Korolav.

With the exception of the Violet Knights, who were already in the hands of Madame Sophie, the rest of the Polish Restoration Army had even wiped out all traces of the soldiers.

"You continue to stare at the Polish Restoration Army. If you can't find a clue, can you hire some private investigators? Anything else? Franz said.

"Well, a big, big thing."

"What?"

"The Jewish Administration in Vienna has arrested a big man."

Franz immediately thought of the artists who had recently come to Vienna, and the Jewish Administration was the favorite to knock on the bamboo poles of these foreign artists.

"Which great artist is it?"

"You're wrong! It's Solomon Rothschild. ”

"That's amazing! Didn't the Jewish Administration come up with it by Solomon and deal with competitors? How did they get their boss arrested? ”

"That's right, there's something more interesting. Guess who ordered the arrest? ”

"It can't be that Metternich got drunk and caught his old friend in a daze, right? The two of them wore a pair of pants, and wasn't Solomon a supporter behind Metternich? ”

"It's Prince Metternich, I heard that this time Solomon got into trouble with a great big man."

Honestly, as much as Solomon thinks highly of himself, the pseudo-historians trumpet him like a god.

But in fact, Franz could not count the people who could handle Solomon in Vienna in this era.

But the most likely person should be his mother, Mrs. Sophie.

After all, the great nobles of this era usually care a lot about their status, and generally don't care about people with low status, but Mrs. Sophie is different, to put it mildly, it can even be described as a retribution.

And Mrs. Sophie is involved in a lot of industries and cares about more things, and Solomon may not even know how to get into trouble himself.

But Franz guessed wrong.

"It's the Russian Crown Prince and Grand Duke Karl." Talia loved watching Franz eat deflated, especially today.

Franz scratched his head, he really couldn't think of how these two people Solomon Rothschild provoked them.

What happened recently surprised Franz and drove him a little crazy, which was a very bad feeling.

Franz increasingly felt the need to create an intelligence agency of his own.

Caesars Grand Hotel, Vienna.

The head of the Jewish Administration smiled like a chrysanthemum.

"Your Majesty Solomon, I'm really sorry for you today, but nominally we are still Austrian officials, and we still have to make a show of it on the orders of the Prime Minister."

Solomon Rothschild suddenly looked at the director with sharp eyes, and the director immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly closed his mouth.

"Call me Mr. Solomon." Solomon's tone was flat.

"Don't dare, I.." Before the director could finish his words, he was hit on the head by a porcelain plate, and he held on so that he did not fall, and he did not dare to wipe the blood from his forehead with his hands.

"Call me Mr. Solomon." Solomon's tone remained flat.

"Yes, Mr. Solomon."

Solomon took a sip of the coffee that the servant had handed him and said.

"Give him a sum of money to look at the wound on his forehead."

The director took the money and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, he was also ordered to do things, Solomon he could not afford to offend, and he could not afford to offend the Russian crown prince and Grand Duke Karl.

But sooner or later, the Russian crown prince and Grand Duke Karl will leave, and this King Solomon will always be in Vienna, not to mention that his position as the director of the bureau was also given by Solomon, so how dare he disobey his will.

Solomon, as if thinking of something, said.

"Come back."

The director hurriedly trotted all the way back.

"How long am I going to stay here?"

"Three months." The Director replied in a whisper.

"Oh, then from tomorrow, you will live in the bureau and will not be allowed to come out for three months, do you hear me?" Solomon Rothschild said.

"Yes. Mr. Solomon. "The director can only consider himself unlucky, who asked him to fine Solomon 200,000 florins? But then again, these terms of punishment were set by Solomon Rothschild.

It's just that it was to punish competitors at the time, but he didn't expect feng shui to take turns, and now it's used on himself.

Actually, as for intelligence organizations, Solomon Rothschild had one in Vienna.

The Vienna Business Alliance is a financial intelligence organization run by the Solomon for many years, and although it is loose, its ability and influence to gather intelligence are not bad.

Solomon's recent commotion has brought his prestige to its lowest point, plus a three-month confinement period, and although he is still in his old nest, the Caesars Hotel, his influence is gone.

Thanks to the book friend xiaotang246 for the tip.

(End of chapter)