Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace.

Franz dragged Adjani, who was full of alcohol, to the bathroom.

Franz tried the temperature of the water in the bathtub just right, and then looked at Adjani, who was unconscious, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Let a group of children be drenched, is this what you can do?" ”

Franz set up Adjani and was about to put it in the bathtub when he saw Adjani looking at him with a grin.

"If you don't take your clothes off, you'll get wet." Adjani's smile is very clean, her eyes are also very smart, and she doesn't look drunk at all.

Franz realized that he had been tricked, how could an old goblin who had been in dance parties and drinking parties for many years be drunk by a group of children.

"And you've been pretending to be so long?"

"No way, your friends are too bad. If they don't have a good time, they may come up with some moths. After that, along the way, I see that you are quite devoted, so I will accompany you to perform. ”

Franz threw Adjani into the bathtub.

"Wash well, smell of wine." Franz turned and walked away.

"Franz!"

Franz looked back to see Adjani raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to wash together?"

"No" Franz went straight out and closed the door.

"Can you help me fold an aloe vera?"

"There's one on the windowsill, make it yourself."

Franz sat down at his desk and opened the newspaper and saw a piece of news.

The Englishman Sir John Keane led his army to conquer Afghanistan, and Dost Mohammed fled Kabul and went to Bukhara. His son, Akbar Mohammed, led his troops to continue the battle against the British.

The British raised Shuya Shah, a defeated dog who had lost his throne for thirty years, to the throne, and they took it for granted that the Afghans would recognize Shuya Shah's legitimacy.

As everyone knows, Dost has already purged all the supporters of Shuya Shah, and he is now just a loner. Although the British raised him to be the king of Afghanistan, they were unwilling to give him real rights.

There are still a large number of tribes loyal to Dost Mohammed in Afghanistan, and Akbar Khan Mohammed is a famous god of war and military commander in Afghan history.

Historically, the British were defeated at the hands of Akbar Khan, but the hero who defeated the British did not live to inherit the throne of Afghanistan in the end, but was poisoned because of his father's suspicions.

As for the Dost Mohammed, who was touted by Western historians, Franz really didn't think he was outstanding, and if brutality was a virtue, it was one.

Franz wondered if the situation in Central Asia would be more interesting if a valiant commander had become king of Afghanistan.

The Russians, the British, the Khanate, the Bukhara, Afghanistan, Persia, it is believed that in this way there will be no one-sided situation for the Russians.

The British could not take advantage of the opportunity to make war profits, because they had to be constantly on the lookout for the threat of Akbar Khan.

You must know that the Hindu Kush mountain range between Afghanistan and India is also known as the "mountain that killed India".

Legend has it that Genghis Khan's iron cavalry entered the customs from here, killing India up and down the river of blood, not only Genghis Khan, the rulers who conquered India in history, except for the British, all entered India through the Hindu Kush Mountains.

Moreover, if the land-barren Afghanistan is to become a strong country, the fertile land of the South Asian subcontinent is indispensable.

Franz wondered how much blood the British could shed in Afghanistan and if Akbar Khan could perform a miracle counterattack on the Indian subcontinent?

Franz wrote a letter to be handed over to the people around Akbar Khan at an opportune time.

That's right, not to Akbar Khan himself, because this old man seems to be a dutiful son who has had countless opportunities to become a king in his life, but still tries to rescue his cruel father.

In the end, Akbar Khan was poisoned by Dost, in large part because of his foolish loyalty. It's just that the people around Akbar Khan are not as tepid as him.

After all, those who instigated and followed Akbar Khan in history thought that sooner or later he would become king. If these people knew that Akbar Khan would be murdered by Dost, and knew that Dost's brutal Afghan tribal leaders would definitely try their best to kill the tyrant first.

As for whether the letter was true or not, and who wrote it, it doesn't matter to the Afghans.

At this time, Adjani came out with her hair scattered, she was wearing a loose bathrobe, and there was a special gap in the position of her chest, which flickered and dimmed with her steps.

"Franz, is the newspaper so good?" Adjani said and shook her undried hair.

Franz didn't answer her, just said something to himself.

Adjani couldn't hear clearly, so she could only get closer and stroke the long soft hair in her ear.

"When did you learn to choke rear?" Although Franz was always sure that Adjani would win in the end, he didn't expect her to use a whole bunch of messy tricks.

In fact, Adjani's physical fitness is very strong, and she can do 50 push-ups and 50 squats in one go. How could those powerless maids be her opponents?

Some people think that strangulation is naked strangle, but in fact, it is divided into blood stranglehold and air strangle, and the point of naked stranglehold is not only to strangle the opponent's neck, but also to press the opponent's head with the other hand, which is a real naked strangle.

"Look at you beating those children, don't you beat them and explain them at the same time?" Adjani said.

"Piggyback throwing, arch bridge fall is also what you just learned?" Franz asked.

Adjani nodded.

"You're really condescending." Franz lamented.

"You're free to recruit a group of geologists and expeditions."

"Where is the destination? You know, the terrain is different on every continent, and the types of scholars and explorers are different, and if you don't match each other, it's easy to get twice the result. Adjani said.

Franz knew that Adjani was right, so he said.

"Africa, Namibia."

"You seem to be interested in Africa, but as far as I know, the most profitable thing in Africa is," Adjani looked at as if she was intending to let Franz speak for herself.

"The slave trade, huh?" Franz said.

Adjani nodded.

"We're not going to do that kind of business." Franz said.

"But there is a problem, there are enough people to develop a colony. At present, there are only about 600 Austrians in Namibia, and it is difficult to complete the construction of the colony in a hundred years by relying on them alone. Adjani said.

"You're right, that's why I'm sending an expedition to investigate. As long as an important resource can be discovered, there will be people who will be willing to take the risk to go there. Franz said.

"Then why can't we learn from the British?" Adjani asked.

"You mean to catch some homeless people and orphans and send them over?"

Adjani nodded noncommittally.

"We're not pirates after all, but you reminded me that if there are desperate vagabonds, we can hire a group to send them there, so that the construction of the colony can indeed be sped up a bit."

(End of chapter)