"Having said all that, what's in it for you? It's worth saying good things about the Hungarians! Franz asked curiously.

Sincerity is often the most moving, and Ernst is blunt: "For the immigrants of East Africa." ”

Franz slowly walked to the desk, lay lazily on the sofa, and said: "It seems that you really attach importance to the East African region, or IMHO, Europe is far more valuable than a rotten land like Africa, don't refute it yet." ”

Franz continued: "I have also studied places like Africa, and the French are very close to North Africa, and the strategic position of North Africa as the Mediterranean territory of ancient Rome is really worthy of attention. The British also controlled the Cape Town colony, after all, the Cape of Good Hope is the sea throat to the Asian region, and the most valuable thing left in Africa is ivory and gold, which are distributed in West Africa as far as I know, and as for East Africa, I really don't know much about it, so I'm curious why you are so optimistic about the potential of East Africa, Ernst? ”

It wasn't that Franz was really interested in Africa, he was just curious why Ernst was wasting so much manpower, material and financial resources to develop a land with no vital resources and a harsh environment.

Ernst asked, "Can I find a seat to sit down?" ”

"Of course, whatever, don't be inhibited here, Ernst." Franz spoke.

Ernst found a chair, moved across from Franz, and sat down in front of Franz.

"To say East Africa! Your Majesty, do you believe that gods really exist? Ernst asked rhetorically.

As a Catholic, Franz did not hesitate: "Of course I believe in the existence of God!" ”

Ernst is talking about the God of Christianity, as a native of the motherland in a previous life, Ernst was originally a staunch atheist, but something that happened to him through this metaphysics, so now Ernst is at least psychologically beginning to waver in his faith.

Of course, Ernst did not believe in any Christianity, and in his previous life, he was not a Westerner, and he also scorned God for everything, and if there really was a God, he would definitely not choose Ernst as a time-traveler.

Ernst has a secret sense of mission in his heart, and it is this force that drives Ernst to renew the frontier with Africa, which he has been connected with in his previous life.

Can't tell what this power is, what it feels like? Faith? Or the ideal, it can't be accurately described.

"Your Majesty, like that very mysterious force of religion, drives my actions, and I myself am happy to do so, so many questions are unanswered, and naturally it is what I do." Ernst tried to explain the feeling, but could not describe it.

"God's guidance?" Franz muttered to himself, as an emperor of the empire, Franz actually had this feeling, that is, a desire for the development of Austria, but also hope that the glory of the family would continue, Franz was sure that he had such a mission, but he always felt powerless to face the situation in the face of the worsening situation, a sense of contradiction.

"The current East Africa is indeed a bottomless pit for me, where there are no important resources worth describing except for animals and indigenous people, but it is the East Africa, which has no history and no one who pays attention to it, that satisfies the wild idea in my heart, that I am like a painter, I can add any color I want to the curtain of East Africa, and in Europe I am just a mediocre little prince! I will be bound by European rules and it will be difficult for me to exercise my natural ......"

Ernst and Franz, one small and one old, the two of them were like old friends, chatting back and forth, Franz was difficult to relax, and he did not grasp East Africa and ask questions.

……

Trieste.

"There are a lot more people today than before, and there are a lot more Serbian accents." Jean Degu, a member of the Hashingen Ocean Fleet, and his partner Phil Mor said.

"Is East Africa really worth visiting?" Phil Mo asked.

Jean Degu took out a bottle of cheap red wine from Italy, took a sip and said, "It looks good!" It's no different from the countryside in Europe, just a little more desolate. ”

"The population of Europe, especially in the empire, is still too much, and there will always be so much land, and the population has grown faster and faster in recent years, and there are always people who want to go out."

"Yes, the population of the empire is growing very fast, for example, many of our generation came from the countryside, a few decades ago, our fathers were still working in the aristocratic estates, and now we are working in the factories of the cities to work for the capitalists. ”

"Fortunately, I and I are still a little educated, otherwise we should still be doing manual work in factories or docks, where is it possible to write on paper like now, and guide immigrants to get money!"

"Alas! When it comes to factories, do you remember that Flender? A few days ago in the tavern, I heard from a former worker that he died suddenly on the job, and a person with good arms and legs looked quite strong, but he fell on the machine for more than ten hours and night......"

Looking at the two people in front of me, they are familiar with each other from East Africa to Europe, from the countryside to the city.

One of the immigrants was moved by a young man named Clic, a Serb from the Hungarian countryside, who was only 15 years old this year, and came out to wander.

Crick, who was born in a peasant family for generations, naturally has no special skills, so he has a lot of strength, and the family's land is left to his eldest brother, and Crick can only come out to find a job.

happened to meet the East African colonies recruiting people, Crick actually had no score in his heart, but the requirements of the East African colonies were very simple, and food and housing were not a problem, and there was money to get, so Crick followed the staff of the Black Singen Consortium and a few unemployed vagrants from the same village to Trieste.

Crick, who was already active in the village, approached Jean Degu and asked, "Uncle, have you ever been to East Africa?" ”

Jean Degu looked at a young man in front of him and said, "I have been to two or three ports in East Africa, Dar es Salaam, Tanga and the latest Mombasa. ”

"Is East Africa really the same as Africa in the newspapers?" Creek asked.

Jean Decause pondered: "If you are talking about Africa, it is mostly true, North Africa is full of sand, all the way along the Mediterranean Sea to the Atlantic, and occasionally a few oases are inhabited by Arabs. On the Atlantic coast, that is, West Africa, where the slave trade began, where gold and ivory are said to exist, but the climate is very harsh, hot and humid, and you can see white sand beaches in the south, which is also barren, and the conditions in South Africa are very good, and it is the territory of the British. As for East Africa, I haven't heard of any special resources, but the few ports I've been to look pretty good, not as good as the cities in Europe, but much better than in the countryside. ”

Jean Degu's words made the immigrants feel a lot more reassured, at least they knew that East Africa was not a barren land, and that living there should be no worse than in the villages.