The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 747 "Old Man"

Gates inlaid with gold and silver are not uncommon, but the gate in front of you looks too thin, and the color of the gold and silver paint is wrong, it feels like a layer of gold powder has been painted on the wooden door.

To put it simply, it's the feeling of not being strong enough and wanting to show off. The guy standing at the door dressed like an ancient Turkic man is probably Vekhliu Yasuski.

Franz really didn't like the attire of the grassland nobles. A Central Asian-style robe and a nondescript felt hat made him look bloated and fat.

The reason why his felt hat is nondescript is that it is too tall as a hat, but what is even more strange is that it is not a towering cylinder like the bearskin hats popular in Western Europe, but only the front Prominence came.

What's even more frightening is that this protruding part has a fork in the middle, making the whole hat look like a pair of rabbit ears on the head.

The so-called bearskin hat is the kind worn by the modern British Royal Guard, but this hat was first popular in the French army.

In fact, normally, this traditional Polish costume would also be accompanied by a machete to show off its force, but it was all confiscated by Colonel Bordeaux.

After all, Polish nobles cannot enjoy the same rights as Magyar nobles, but the traditional costumes of the latter are slightly more gorgeous than those of the former.

The people who followed the Polish nobleman were also very nondescript. The man who looked like a butler behind him was obviously dressed in British style, with a top hat, tie, and tuxedo, but he was missing a cane.

What Franz didn't know was that Colonel Bordeaux temporarily confiscated his cane because of the metal objects on it.

The eyes of the remaining servants and guards flickered, with fear and anxiety in them, as well as a little bit of helplessness.

It goes without saying that there is definitely something going on here.But this is just right, if nothing happens, then Franz came in vain.

He got off the carriage with a smile on his face, but the wind blew past everyone with a hint of coolness.

Due to hasty preparations, the whole welcome ceremony seemed lengthy and tedious.Lakshmi Payi wanted to take a breath several times, but held back.

Mia Artius was okay, she had seen too many such scenes and she was numb.In the end, Franz felt too embarrassed and ended the farce.

Afterwards, Verkhliu Yasuski led Franz to visit the entire manor. There were indeed many styles of buildings, but they were as disorderly and unaesthetic as pieces of building blocks put together indiscriminately.

Vekhliu Yasuski thought that he would never humble himself to others in his life, but in front of Franz, he would always bow his head unconsciously.

This made the former feel a bit of shame that he had never felt in his life, but the latter didn't feel much.

In Franz's eyes, the great benefactor of the Polish National Restoration Army is not very strong, and his ability is even worse. He is so downcast with 10,000+ acres of land.

However, this kind of statement cannot be fully believed, because it is likely to be lying to avoid tax.However, according to the information collected before, what he said is likely to be true.

According to intelligence, the Yasuski family has been going downhill. In fact, not only the Yasuski family, but the entire Galician aristocratic class is going downhill.

Because Earl Stadion began to attack the power of traditional nobles after he took office. His idea was to weaken the big nobles, support businessmen, and win over small nobles.

But the reality is that the power of railways and technology far exceeds the imagination of Earl Stadion. The continuous flow of foreign goods has destroyed the original local manor economy. With the help of the government, businessmen have easily mastered the dominance of the economy. right.

The big aristocrats had a deep background and managed to maintain them, while those small aristocrats were directly defeated, and many of them even went bankrupt and became new labor force in the city.

(The nobility here mainly refers to the landowners.)
"Grand Duke Franz, it's rare that you are honored to come to the humble house. I want to give you a horse."

Vikhliu Yasuski spoke excitedly and had a wretched face, which made it hard for people to like him.But Franz was sure it was a good horse, otherwise the former would not have given it to the latter as a gift.

It's just that Franz really doesn't have much interest in horses. Although there are stables in Schönbrunn Palace, he rarely rides.

Franz had seen a lot of famous horses, and he preferred to watch them eat rather than ride them.

In fact, the horses in the palace were often fed some weird things by Franz, such as cream and coffee.

Franz couldn't take the diabetic diet in Vienna anyway, so he would feed passing animals too much sugar he felt he couldn't digest.

But the reality is that animals love sugar and dairy, from horses to seals to flightless great auks.

Closer to home.

"Thank you for your kindness. But how can I let you give up?"

Franz decided to politely decline. After all, he was here to mess with him. If he accepted the other party's gift and the other party really didn't do anything too much, then how would he deal with it?

After all, Vikhliu Yasuski was a great nobleman with a title, so he couldn't just charge him with a crime.Although the Polish nobles have their own circles, they don't interact with nobles from other regions.

But the aristocrats in other regions will inevitably lose their lips and teeth. It is inevitable that a small loss will result in a small loss. The royal family itself is the spokesperson of the aristocratic class, and it is not a wise move to destroy its foundation.

"Grand Duke Franz, don't rush to refuse. There is a racecourse in front of you. You might as well take a look."

Franz glanced at Colonel Bordeaux, who first shook his head and then responded with an affirmative look.

It doesn't look dangerous, but there must be something Colonel Bordeaux doesn't like.

Franz nodded as a response, and Vikhliu Yasuski immediately trotted excitedly to lead the way. The latter felt that such a gift would definitely satisfy the former. After all, who has never been young?

The autumn sun shines on the horse farm, making it warm and soft.The pasture under his feet has gradually turned yellow, with a bit of golden autumn fatigue.

With a whistle sounded, and then the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and then a tall and handsome white horse came into view.

This horse is extremely fast, full of strength, tall and elegant, and its coat color is as bright as silk. In addition, it is also pure white as snow without a trace of variegation. It is like a natural protagonist, making grass, flowers, and even It is the sky and the earth that have become supporting roles.

But today's protagonist is obviously not the horse, but the rider on it.

A beauty in a small dark red trench coat, black tight breeches, and riding boots of the same color grabbed all eyes.

Simple color matching, but without losing the sense of luxury.

The beauty's long golden hair swayed gracefully in the air, like a fairy coming to the dust. At the same time, her bright eyes showed firmness and confidence, which would remind people of all good qualities and at the same time make men arouse a desire to conquer.

"Ajani?" Franz couldn't help but asked with some doubts.

(End of this chapter)