Romanian Eagle

　　 After the financial war ended, Prime Minister Sturley fell ill due to exhaustion. For an elderly person, it is estimated that he would have to rest for many days this time. The crown prince also put aside his exhausted body and mind to rest, and Edel has been spending a lot of time with the two maids these days. Now Edel is sitting on the chair and leaning forward, with his right hand supporting his head, with a look of lack of energy, obviously ‘rest’ too much.

"His Royal Highness, we won't have too many results this time, because we made a profit of only £2.45 million after deducting various expenses from the four major foreign banks. The Prime Minister of Reserve Bank's profit strongly requested to stay in the bank, so we only got 98. Ten thousand pounds." Edel was listening to the chief of the bodyguard Carust introducing the results of this post-war. After the chief guard finished speaking, the crown prince yawned.

"His Royal Highness should pay more attention to rest and take care of your body." Carrust was a little bit overwhelmed to persuade the crown prince, "Okay, Carrust, I will pay attention." The loyal chief of the guard that Edel agreed casually, to Carust In terms of this, this is the limit he can do.

　　 "Anything else?"

　　 "No more, my lord."

　　 The crown prince saw Carust walking out the door with his tall and straight back. Edel knew that the upright head of the bodyguard was a little bit overwhelmed by his own life these days. Edel's current method of decompression is not too outrageous. Everyone has their own way of relaxing, and now he can afford to rebirth for a while.

　　 When Edel was living his own life leisurely. Romanians in Transylvania are being oppressed by the Hungarians. Due to the rise of nationalism in the 20th century, the Hungarian government continued to persecute the Romanian.

　　 In a small town called Brad in the Deva County of Transylvania, more than half of the residents are Romanians, and their ancestors have lived here for generations. On this day, Mizick and his father were busy farming on the rented land, and the sun spread their own heat to the ground, knowing that the trees were crying feebly. Mizk straightened up his sore waist, using a dirty sweat towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"Father, let's rest." Mizick preached to his father who was only in his forties and looked like he was almost 60 years old. "Then let's go to the fields and drink some water. This year's rain is not good and the harvest is difficult. Ah. The land rent has not decreased this year. We will have a hard time this year. "Even if my father needs to rest, he still cares most about his harvest. "Why Lord Ilzabi didn't lower the rent for us? He heard about the Hungarians and Germans in the neighboring villages. He lowered it." Even while drinking water, Mizick still complained about the discrimination against them by the Hungarian landlord.

"Can't you keep your voice down? He heard that our family will be asked to surrender the rent." The old father looked around and taught his son nervously. Everyone in the town knows that this Irzabi is a fanatical nationalist, right. The Germans of their own race and the dominant position can still give some face, and they have no respect for the Romanians at all.

“It’s better now than before. In the past, these Hungarians not only discriminated against us, but also set double standards on land rent. We paid more than the Hungarians. The officials were basically not Romanians.” The old father observed for four weeks and posted. Whispered in Mizick's ear. "Half of the land in Il Dhabi was acquired from us at that time."

"Didn't they expose them at that time?" Mizick also asked his father in a low voice, "Why not, but most people have been taught by him. There are also a few who are not afraid of death, and were thrown into jail by him with money. If it weren't for the memorandum movement back then, we would be even more difficult now." Father's scenes back then are also emotional. Romanians from all over the country rushed to the trial site Cluj to support the memorandum campaigners being tried. The scene was crowded. This also allowed Austria-Hungary to make concessions, and now all this is won by the Romanian National Party.

"People who have heard say that Romania is developing well now. The farmers there are wealthier than us, and no one discriminates against them. If you become a worker, you can send money to your family to improve your life." Mizk's eyes showed longing. While talking about what he had heard, his father asked after hearing Mizick's words. "Who told you that."

"Brolku in the next village, his cousin went to Romania and still works in the factory. He only came back a few days ago and brought a jacket to Brolku. This guy is wearing it every day to show off." Mizk said with a look of envy, his father sighed secretly when he saw the look of his son, he didn't know what the sufferings Hungary imposed on them could end.

　　 After the chatter was over and the father and son drank a little more water, Mizick asked his father hesitantly. "Father, I want to visit Romania. I don't want to live like this. I'm almost fed up with those Hungarians. I want to find a place where I don't discriminate against my identity." The anger is overwhelming.

　　 Looking at his excited child, his father saw himself more than twenty years ago. Not reconciled to being oppressed, their generation chose to favor the Austro-Hungarian emperor Franz Joseph. Now these people choose Romania, hoping to get help from Romania. This is a change in people's hearts and an accusation of dissatisfaction with Austria-Hungary.

　　 "You go, look at it in Romania, at least no one is actually you." The father is still satisfied with his son's wishes, who doesn't want his children to live better than themselves. Mizk, who agreed, smiled, and was full of hope for the future.

　　 "You will go to the next village and ask Broerku's cousin if you can take you there. Remember to bring something and don't ask others for help empty-handed." Father told Mizick. "Good father, I'll go to the house to get some cheese and have a look." After saying that, Mizick returned home and took his things to find Brolk in the next village. Seeing Hou's anxious son, the father smiled and continued to work on the ground, but the farm work was not enough.

　　Mizick met him on the road before he arrived at Brolk. Still wearing the jacket bought by his cousin, he was not afraid of the heat, and seeing Mizick approaching, Brolku enthusiastically stepped forward. "Is there something wrong with Mizick? Still holding something." Mizick stepped forward and patted Brolku on the shoulder, boasting. "You look much better in this jacket" Brolcu, who was praised, narrowed his eyes with a smile.

　　 "I have something to ask you, Brolk."

"what's up?"

　　 "Your cousin can take me back this time."

　　 "I have to ask my cousin about this. Now several people come to my cousin, hoping to work in Romania." Brolku said in a dare not sure.

　　 "Then let's go to your cousin's house and ask."

The two came to his cousin Bougaville’s house, and before they even entered the door, Brolcu shouted, "Cousin is here to see you." Bougaville, who heard the call, saw the two walk in before they came out. Out of the room. "Okay, cousin, do you want the whole village to know every time you come." Bougaville said of his cousin, "I have something to look for you this time, this Mizick from the next village is good friends with me. I want to go to Romania this time to see if I can find some work."