From the accession of the Austrian Empire to the German Customs Union, to the death of the old emperor, to the crisis in the Near East, the food crisis, the economic crisis and most recently the crisis in Luxembourg.

Everything in this world seems to have nothing to do with this Invalides, and the people inside are just calmly waiting for death.

It's not out of here, it's not a paradise, it's more like a maggot-infested tomb.

The Invalides in Paris was founded during the reign of Louis XIV, the Sun King, while the Invalides in Vienna also has a very long history.

But unlike the splendor of the French, the Austrian side is much more lonely.

The Invalides in France was because those veterans of the French army had a difficult life after being discharged from the army, and they had a grudge against the emperor and the country.

Those men came to Versailles to beg Louis XIV for help, and the "Sun King" did not turn him away like other kings in history.

The reason why the "Sun King" became the "Sun King" was that he was different from ordinary people, and Louis XIV was happy to receive the veterans, and presented them with medals, and announced the construction of Les Invalides.

The veterans, who were already full of anger and fear, were honored when they heard of His Majesty's decision, and even ashamed of their rudeness.

In fact, Louis XIV did this not only to appease the veterans, but to make it better for him.

Because this move seemed to solve the worries of those soldiers, this move provided great help to him in his later expedition to the European continent.

Later, other European countries followed suit, and the Invalides in Vienna was one of the results.

It's just that this Invalides was just a decoration for a long time after its establishment, because the economic situation in Austria was not good, the state set a very high threshold for entering the Invalides in order to save costs.

This denied the vast majority of Austrian veterans the benefits of this measure, but even so, the controversy over Les Invalides never ceased.

Many aristocrats felt that the soldiers did not deserve this honor, because the social status of the soldiers at that time was very low, and Austria had hardly won any decent wars since the rise of the Sun King, so the evaluation of the army was very low.

There was even public opinion that the Austrians could not win the war because the soldiers were afraid of bullets.

During the war against France, a large number of disabled soldiers were sent to the Invalides. However, in order to encourage the soldiers to continue fighting, the royal family and the government were under great financial pressure to allocate funds to the military to maintain the operation of Les Invalides.

Then came the decades-long peace, the war seemed to have long been forgotten, and these veterans were no longer respected, but a group of "old immortals".

Vienna, Les Invalides.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the fallen leaves have mixed with the dirt, the mottled stone walls, the rusty gates, the blind-eyed doormen.

Accompanied by a large number of guards on tall horses, the exquisite carriages arrived at the gate of the Invalides.

The carriage was naturally carried by Franz and his friends, all of whom wore military uniforms according to their ranks, which was naturally also required by Franz.

He felt that the uniform should make the veterans feel more relatable, and at the same time make the petty people understand that the Austrian Empire had not forgotten them.

When the door opened, there was a screeching sound, and as soon as I entered, the shade of a tree blocked out the sunlight and saw no light.

At this time, the cold wind blew again, accompanied by the rustling of leaves on the ground, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

It may be that the weather is a little cool and no one is active in the yard.

It's just that the crunching sound that occurs when walking on the ground that has accumulated a layer of fallen leaves makes Franz really uncomfortable.

The others had a sense of novelty, jumping up and down on the ground one by one.

"Franz, it's funny, there are so many leaves here, it feels like going out hunting." Taffy said.

Franz's brow furrowed even more.

Taffy and Richard Metternich, who were closer to Franz on the side, naturally understood that this was a sign that Franz was very unhappy.

If he's not happy, then someone must be out of luck.

They immediately shut their mouths, the former out of fear and the latter out of wanting to see a good show.

Because Richard's nemesis, Akadoff, was the one who danced the most at this time. If Franz was going to clean up someone at this time, it would have to be him.

However, Franz did not punish anyone, but only gave an order to let the accompanying guards clean the yard. That's all.

The royal guards, they don't usually do this kind of menial work, even in their own homes, they let the servants do it. There is usually no one in the palace who asks them to do this.

Only this time it was Franz himself who spoke, and it was not a concept at all. In addition, there is another point, that is, before coming Franz popularized the concept of veterans, and their deeds.

This made the blood of these soldiers who grew up in peacetime boiling, and at the same time, they also had some respect for those veterans.

More than 200 guards, except for some guarding the door and some responsible for accompanying protection, most of them participated in this sweeping work.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and tools are also needed for cleaning.

So, a group of imposing guards rushed to the warehouse. Looking at these tall and richly dressed strong men, the doorman did not dare to stop them, and the warehouse manager obediently handed over the key.

A vigorous cleaning began.

Franz's brow tightened slightly, as he saw someone running towards the hall in a panic. Franz immediately asked the Colonel Bordeaux to stop him, and when he was stopped, the man tried to scream, but he was slapped by the colonel and had to shut up.

Bordeaux has family roots, and his family has been responsible for security and confidentiality for more than ten generations, so he naturally knows how to deal with this kind of thing.

Soon Bordeaux returned with someone, and Franz carefully looked at the middle-aged man with a red and swollen face in front of him, and found nothing special.

"What's your name?"

"Moltan Kirby."

"Who are you? What to do here? Franz continued.

"I'm a staff member here, breathe at the door." Motan Kirby replied.

"And what do you see us running?" Franz had already guessed, but still asked.

"I didn't run, why should I run? Your Excellency, you read it wrong. Motan Kirby replied.

Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, watching a child travel with such a large group of guards, even a fool knew that the other party had a great background.

"Did you read it wrong? Okay, you can choose whether to confess now, or wait until I get things sorted out and then I'll clean you up. Franz didn't want to waste his time, so he accentuated his tone.

The man immediately panicked, but said stiffly.

"I don't know, I don't know anything."

"Do you know it, then?" Franz gestured to the military uniform he was wearing.

Moltan Kirby nodded.

"And Mr. Motan Kirby, did you know that the people inside are also wearing military uniforms?"

The man was speechless for a while.

"Since you know the military uniform, it's easy to do, everything you have done is done according to military law."

Franz then strode away, but entered the hall without the guards, only his friends.

(End of chapter)