Austria 1840 - v2 Chapter 122

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In the last book, it was mentioned that Galasanin made a small update to the coup d’état plan, and changed to respect Alexander as the virtual monarch, and to use the governor or the prime minister as the administrative management.

A servant came in to report, saying that the beauty in the palace was washed and brought to the count for interrogation.

Vucic motioned to Galasanin, asking him to hide behind the bookshelf, listen together, and read the details.

The beauty came in and was questioned at the head:

“Tell me, what’s your name? Why did you go to the palace?”

“My name is Davidovic, and I’m from Serbia. I, I was taken by the guards of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke and took me away. They also beat my old parents.”

The beauty replied crying.

Vucic didn’t want to talk about her nonsense, what was robbed, what parents were beaten.

In Serbia, who has not been robbed by Mihailo, who has not been beaten by Mihailo?

Even if he wasn’t robbed or beaten by Mihailo, he was robbed and beaten by his grandfather.

After listening to this beauty patiently, he asked:

“What’s your plan in the future? I’m just saving your life, not your whole life?”

The beauty began to cry again, showing a pitiful appearance, kneeling on the ground, hugging Vucic’s thigh and crying:

“I have nowhere to go either. I hope that I can take shelter in Count Vucic, and I hope that the Count will take me in. Although I was broken by that archduke, but only five times, I can serve you.”

Vucic felt a little regretful at this time, and he shouldn’t let Garasanin hide behind the bookshelf.

Since Garasanin was there, Vucic didn’t pick her up. Since he couldn’t do anything, he didn’t want to talk nonsense with her at all, so he could only be patient and continue to ask:

“Well, you and the Grand Duke have that one too. We have a skin-to-skin relationship, so how much do you know about His Highness the Grand Duke?”

“I, I… don’t know him, His Royal Highness, he only comes to us when he needs it. Usually we sleep in a dormitory with 12 people in one room, and we can eat enough…”

The beauty mentioned that she felt satisfied when she had enough food. She took a deep breath and said:

“…he sometimes looks at us through the glass, which is the glass made by Novi Sad. Whoever he likes will be led by the guards. I was led over yesterday, so I was led by him. , that, 5 times, I can serve you.”

The beauty looked at this Earl Vucic, who was not too old, in his thirties, but he was not as tyrannical and moody as the Grand Duke, so he just wanted a place to live.

“You are from the Grand Duke. In a few days, when the Grand Duke calms down, I will send you back.”

Of course, this is a lie. Even if he sent it, the Grand Duke would not be able to receive it. Who knows if you have used it or not. Besides, he is going to knock the Grand Duke off his horse.

Vucic stared into her eyes and asked again:

“How many personal guards does His Royal Highness the Grand Duke have in the palace?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been locked in a glass house, with 12 people in a room, waiting for the Grand Duke to choose, and it was only yesterday that I was elected by the Grand Duke.”

Vucic couldn’t ask anything after looking at it, so he left, leaving behind the beauty who begged again and again.

Vucic walked out the door, frowned and said to the people around him:

“Let’s shut it down for two days. We’ll talk about it later. It’s most likely a spy that the Grand Duke gave me.”

“Okay, Earl, what about the little dark room?”

“Presumptuous, such a beauty, she was lucky enough to be visited by the Grand Duke, how could she be locked up in a small dark room, raise her up, serve her well, and make sense after the incident, um, give her a room in the reception room. “

Wu Qiqi is very confused, should she take her away, or release her, or kill her, or give it to other nobles, or even sell her to a merchant?

After a while, two people came over without any rudeness, and helped this beauty away.

Vucic went back to the study and continued to communicate with Galasanin.

“What do you think of this beauty?”

Galasanin said rudely:

“Looks like a woman who can’t handle it clearly. Except for her skin, she is useless. I don’t think she was a spy arranged by the Grand Duke. It’s a woman he’s tired of playing, and he gave it to you on a whim.”

Vucic was silent for a long time, feeling that he didn’t understand this Mihailo at all. After thinking for a long time, he couldn’t think of a reason, so he changed the subject.

“To respect Alexander as a virtual monarch, Alexander probably doesn’t want to?”

Vucic lamented, but he, like Galasanin, did not want Alexander to be the real monarch.

Nonsense, who is willing to give it, power, if you say it is deprived, it is deprived. It is normal for Alexander to disagree, and it is strange to be willing, but Galasanin said this:

“Count, first of all, this Mihailo must be killed. Second, if Alexander does not agree, then someone else will have to come. In Serbia, there are not many people who do practical things. Who can be the Grand Duke? As long as they have a nose and mouth If you have hands and feet, you can be the Grand Duke.”

Galasanin’s words were fierce, but Vucic didn’t think he was rhetoric.

He knew that Galasanin had a wealth of experience. First, he was born in a wealthy businessman and received a basic local education. Then he traveled to Vienna and other places with his business father.

He is fluent in Austrian, almost native, and can communicate in Russian and Turkish.

Since 1834, Galasanin has been in office. Because of his travel experience with foreign powers, he has worked as a customs officer. Within three years, he has been promoted three levels in a row, and he will soon become one of the three giants of Serbian customs.

He left the customs agency again and went to serve as a soldier. In the army, he was like a duck to water. In less than three years, he was quickly promoted to the commander of the regiment, and once served as the commander of the temporary regiment.

Galasanin left the army in 1840 and returned to Belgrade, but he didn’t seem to have seen him a few times in Belgrade, so he probably went to investigate the mountains and rivers.

Now, Garasanin is participating in the planning and preparation of this coup as a “miscellaneous person”.

But with his background, his identity, who can really treat him as an idler?

“Count, have you seen the changes in Novi Sad in the past two years?”

“Well, I see, this Princess Maria is indeed a talented person. She has brought so many factories here. The most important thing is that she has money and Vienna has technology. Capital and technology complement each other.”

Vucic replied, and then added:

“Originally Belgrade was the largest city nearby, but in a little more than a year, their population surpassed ours. Now the young people here are running out. If things go on like this, Belgrade will be finished.”

Galasanin also sighed, and then Vucic said:

“Not only that, but now Smederevo has also attracted our young people, not only our young people, but also young people from Kragujevac, and young people along the Morava River. “

“Am I, Serbia, about to run out of gas?” Vucic also sighed.

“The word qishu is inherently absurd. With Obrenovich and Black George, the Serbs are heartbroken. Those who are a little sensible are all perfunctory grand dukes on the stage.”

Gara Shanning paused for a moment, then said:

“It happens that Novi Sad and other four cities are divided into north, south, east, and west, attracting all kinds of talents from Belgrade. Except for those who have constant contact with the principality of Serbia, who still stays here?”

Then he stared at Vucic and asked:

“Count, what do you think would happen if Alexander came to power? Can he hold on to this situation?”

Vucic was also upset and didn’t know how to show his favor, so he could only roughly block Garasanin’s mouth:

“Okay, Galasanin, I understand what you mean, this time I’ll wait for you.”

But he didn’t know what to do in his heart. If he didn’t let Alexander be in charge and let him be Vucic in charge, would he be able to reproduce the glory of Belgrade? Can it be built the same as Novi Sad?

He couldn’t either, so he hoped that someone would stand up to him, rather than wait for a virtuous ruler, but he also knew clearly that this Alexander couldn’t either.

Alexander had only served in the Russian army, and he actually knew nothing about economy, administration, and diplomacy. Not even fighting.

Garasanin looked at Vucic, distressed and helpless, hesitant and sorrowful, and there was an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are similar scenes in other aristocratic mansions in Belgrade.

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“Then you recognize Alexander, do you think he can win?”

“If he can win, Alexander has the big thick legs of Austria. Their family crossed the Danube 60 years ago and went to Austria to seek a living. They have their manor in Taimeshburg, and Transylvania also has their manor. “

“Black George is a cunning rabbit, and they also have manors in Russia.”

“Besides, no matter what, Mihailo has to be killed first. He is too perverted. Several members of the family members of the congressmen were captured by them when they left. The men beheaded and the women were sent to serve in the Turkish military camp.”

“Then he also said that you can come and go as long as you pay taxes.”

“Fuck you, after all, most of this small city of 100,000 people still don’t understand it. They still praise Mihailo’s greatness and praise him for his wiseness and martial arts.”

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“How dare you continue to hang out with Mihailo?”

“Why don’t I dare? Mihailo will definitely win, you ask me why, because Mihailo is worse than Alexander~www.mtlnovel.com~ Alexander’s father, who never fought Mihailo’s grandfather, he Can’t beat Mihailo.”

“I’m optimistic about Alexander. Although his lower limit is lower than Mihailo’s, Alexander is normal. We know what can be committed and what can’t be committed. As for Mihailo, killing you depends on feeling.”

“You are ridiculous. In political struggles, there is only one benchmark for judging victory or not, and that is who is worse. As a mature person, you use other benchmarks, which simply lowers the IQ of mature people.”

“Of course Mihailo, he is so bad, how could he fail?”

“Do you recognize him like that?”

“Bullshit, why do I approve of him? He is murderous, moody, and only recognizes him when he is sick. I mean he can win, it doesn’t matter if I approve or not if he wins.”

“Black George was bad enough in the past, but he was old and was killed by Milosh (referring to Obrenovich I), and the descendants of their family didn’t learn his bad…”

“…And now Milosh is still alive, he is cruel and decisive, killing his son who did not deserve his mantle, and letting his bad grandson succeed him, only then can he keep the Obrenovich dynasty. Bandai.”

“So, whether you like it or not, Mihailo will win.”

Every family, every family with heritage, are discussing and thinking about how to stand in line.

Almost all wise people know that the Black George family is not good enough, because they are not ruthless and bad enough, and the Obrenovich family is the most powerful.

At this time, Alexander also heard the news. He heard it directly, because he couldn’t report it by his cronies or subordinates.

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