While the public was raging and the governments were in a hurry, Andrés Pretorius and the younger Councillor Kurdere were drinking happily.

But after a few glasses of wine, old Pretorius burst into tears.

"We Boers were abandoned first by our king, then by our masters, and today there are so many people who have nothing to do with us who are willing to help us fight against the most powerful country in the world."

Note: The Boers were originally Dutch immigrants in the Cape Colony, but were sold to the British by William I, the father of the current king, after the Napoleonic Wars, for six million pounds.

After that the British became the masters of the Cape colony, but they did not like the aborigines, it had nothing to do with the color of their skin.

Little Kurdre was drunk, but he wasn't confused.

After all, the two lived in different environments, the old Pretorius faced more poisonous insects and beasts and primitive tribes, and the enemy mostly showed their hostility, while the young Councillor Kurdere was a politician who faced countless guns and arrows every day.

Old Pretorius's unintentional words sounded like a bolt from the blue to the ears of little Kurdre, and only then did the latter realize that he might have been deceived, and that his national feelings had been deceived, and he could not help but feel a chill down his spine and a chill in his tone.

"How can it not be irrelevant?"

The former also had a bit of a retrospective at this time, and he found that his words were indeed a little inappropriate. In fact, the Boers are their own name, and other countries do not recognize them.

And that irrelevance is really hurtful, although old Pletorius meant to be a relatively distant person, but it did sound like he was taking advantage of national feelings.

But he couldn't think of any excuse for a while, after all, he had never encountered such a situation.

In the end, it was little Kurdre who said with a smile.

"There are no Boers, no Luxembourgers, today we are all Germans! Come, let's toast to the great German nation! ”

When the people around heard Mr. Councillor say this, they thought that Bull was a place name, so they didn't pay much attention to it, and everyone raised their glasses and began to drink bitterly.

"Respect for the nation! To Germany! ”

The sound was unpleasant to some of the people in the tavern, Vienna, where the elite of the various nationalities of the Austrian Empire and those who wanted to climb the ladder gathered, who did not necessarily like the atmosphere.

In fact, nationalism is poison to Austria, because the strength of some people will make others appear weak, so that contradictions will emerge one after another.

After the reception, Councillor Kurdre Jr. returned to the Provisional Confederate headquarters in Vienna, where he requested a thorough and detailed investigation of Andreas Pretorius.

The latter drank a lot and could only walk if he was supported by someone. But as soon as he returned to his room, he was awake, and old Pretorius could clearly feel that he was being protected, or rather watched.

But there was nothing he could do, the Luxembourgers had brought him here, and even if he escaped, he would have nowhere to go, not to mention that he would have lost all his efforts.

So old Pretorius loaded his gun with a primer and fell asleep, his nerves both sensitive and coarse from his experience in the colony.

Even if someone was around him, he could sleep.

On the other hand, the German nationalists began to go in tandem, and they decided to make a big news and prepare to besiege the British Embassy first.

However, as soon as the group hit the road, they found that the road was full of checkpoints and gendarmes, and they were all arrested on various charges before they even reached the British Embassy.

For example, drunkenness, spitting, loud noises, etc.

In fact, the Vienna top brass was relatively relaxed, because the German Confederation was enlarged, and they could declare the previous meeting null and void, and convene the Confederation convention again, this time with some reliable people to vote again.

And Metternich felt that since the Boers could not survive in the territory of the British, it would be good to go to the territory of Austria.

In any case, Franz spends a lot of money every year to recruit immigrants, so it is better to use it directly to let the Boers go to the Viceroyalty of Tanzania, or simply break up the various colonies scattered in West Africa.

In fact, Metternich was right, but what he didn't know was that the world's largest gold and diamond mines were buried beneath the land of the Transvaal.

Andres Pretorius and the Boers sat on top of a mountain of gold without knowing it, but Franz was a traveler who knew it well, so he couldn't just move it.

Because of the stakes, almost all the top leaders of the Austrian Empire came together.

The outspoken Count Latour was the first to speak.

"Today's young people are really getting more and more disagreeable, how dare they say anything, dare to do anything."

Franz scratched his forehead.

"I'm not talking about you, Grand Duke Franz."

"Ahem, ahem." Friedrich coughed in displeasure again.

"I didn't say anything about you, Your Excellency the Commander of the Navy."

The historical Grand Duke Friedrich had drowned at this time, and it seems that he accidentally fell into the water while patrolling a warship at night, and it is also said that the sailors mutinied and pushed him into the water, but in any case, it is really ironic that the commander of the navy drowned in the sea.

However, history has changed now, and Friedrich will not be bored until the middle of the night to patrol the warship after marrying Princess Sneka.

Friedrich did not go to the port, and naturally did not fall into the water, but according to his attendant, the Grand Duke almost drowned in the bath while playing in the water with the Grand Duchess a few days ago.

This may be the last stubbornness of the Grim Reaper.

To get back to the point, the Comte de la Tour was not optimistic about the prospects of this war.

"The British were too strong at sea, and most of the German states were landlocked, but the Danish navy was eager to try, but they didn't have battleships."

"Danes? How could they get a kick in the action? Julius Heineau asked.

"The King of Denmark was also the Grand Duke of Holstein, and the Danes had very poor relations with the British, except that they did not have timber to build ships."

The Count of Latour finished his explanation and continued.

"Other countries simply can't count on it, and our navy is too weak"

"I disagree!" Friedrich said very unhappily.

"We can destroy the British Mediterranean fleet in fifteen days, and take Crete.

But will your army be able to take the Strait of Gibraltar? Our sea power is not weak, but we cannot break through the Strait of Gibraltar. ”

Count Latour was a little helpless, he had no way to deal with his old boss's son, and he didn't understand the navy, but he could still tell which side had more ships and which side had less, so he felt that Archduke Friedrich was just being stubborn.

In reality, however, Friedrich had been preparing for this day for many years, and he had planned nine different plans for the island, of which fifteen days was the slowest.

(End of chapter)