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

Chapter 1130 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

The Ottoman palace coup and Magid's sudden death caught Franz off guard, and he even subconsciously thought it was a conspiracy.

There are many unreasonable points. Why didn't Abdul Aziz just kill Magid when he decided to rebel? Why did he fight with a bunch of eunuchs and palace maids?
Even if we fail to pull off the Xuanwu Gate Incident, we can still carry out the Duomen Incident. We can directly win over the powerful officials to rebel. Even if Majid comes back to life, what can he do?
Then the timing of Magid's waking up and sudden death was too strange. Was all this planned by him?

The former is to eliminate internal troubles, and the latter is of course to deal with external threats.

Franz couldn't help but sweat, because Otto I was in the front line of the army. Franz's cousin was not very smart, and he withdrew the Austrian army to the rear to cover him for safety.

If this is really a trap, shouldn't Otto I be concerned?
However, by the time the news reached Vienna, it was already too late. Fortunately, the British envoy also arrived.

Franz was naturally willing to accept mediation. After all, the Austrian Empire was a peace-loving country. If its territory and people were not threatened, he would not be willing to declare war on the Ottoman Empire.

Franz performed very hard in front of the British ambassador. Although the latter was extremely angry, he had no choice but to act with countless reporters and guards around him ready for action.

According to the British government's propaganda, the new emperor of the Austrian Empire was an extremely cruel monarch who was either fighting or on the way to war all day long.

This man did not like to take prisoners during wars. He invented many punishments to torture and kill those who opposed him, and it was common for him to allow his soldiers to burn, kill and loot.

He spared no one, whether soldiers, civilians, or nobles. He had a serious hatred of the rich. In order to raise military funds, he once sent troops to raze Vienna, the capital of the Austrian Empire, to the ground. Many open-minded and broad-minded nobles were sent to the gallows during this period.

The most brutal thing was that this emperor not only killed people, but also confiscated the legal property of those nobles and gentlemen, and even put their families in debt. He was simply shameless.

In addition to his love for plundering and taking human lives, this emperor also liked to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight and watch torture.

This kind of propaganda can indeed arouse people's anger and sympathy for the victims. However, when people face this legendary tyrant directly, it is a completely different feeling. After all, their lives are their own.

At this time, the British ambassador Baron Ravis had no doubt that if he refuted the other party or made the other party feel that he had crossed the line, the tyrant would not hesitate to skin him alive and put him on the barbecue grill.

So Baron Ravis cooperated very well in acting out a scene with Franz. The reporters naturally knew what to focus on and what to gloss over, and the photographers also knew from what angles to shoot.

Soon the news spread throughout Europe that the benevolent Austrian emperor was willing to sit down at the negotiating table for European peace.

Baron Ravis walked out of the Hofburg Palace in a trance. He knew that he had lost his composure and that he seemed too humble as a diplomat.

However, this palace gives people a strong sense of oppression, especially the luxury of the Hall of Mirrors, which does not make people feel frivolous, but on the contrary gives people a sense of majesty and solemnity.

In addition to the terrible rumors about the tyrant on the throne, he himself gives people a feeling of being unpredictable and someone they can only look up to. His every move is shocking.

The prosperity and magnificence of Vienna did not look like a city that had just suffered a catastrophe. It was completely different from the ancient, decadent and corpse-smelling city rumored.

Only then did Baron Lavis remember Mr. Dickens's travelogue which had been banned from publication, in which he described Vienna as a holy and progressive city and London as a filthy and decadent city.

Baron Ravis had never seen such clean streets. At least he didn't see anyone spilling feces and urine on the streets, or littering.

Feces and urine can be disposed of through sewers. Sewerage projects have existed since ancient Rome and are not uncommon. Some districts in London also have their own sewers.

However, London's actual urban sewer system did not begin construction until 1859 and was completed in 1865.

But other garbage cannot be disposed of entirely through the sewers. In London, people with higher quality either dump the garbage on open spaces to form garbage dumps, or dump the garbage into the Thames. People with lower quality simply throw the garbage on the streets.

This practice is not uncommon, or at least it is what people are familiar with.

However, the streets of Vienna were unusually clean, and Baron Ravis noticed that people would carry their garbage in buckets and dump it into a box.

The invention of the trash can in history had to wait until 40 years later, but this thing really has no technical content, and it only took one day from design to production. This is because Franz wanted to get it right in one step and directly designed a reversible trash can, otherwise it could have been put into production even faster.

Compared with traditional flip-top and pedal-type trash cans, reversible trash cans are more labor-saving in terms of putting in and pouring out, and can also reduce the spread of odor to a certain extent.

Although it is a simple invention, it also embodies hundreds of years of human wisdom. After seeing it, Baron Lavis couldn't help but sigh at the exquisite design.

However, he soon thought of another problem, that is, these trash cans are easily filled up, who will clean up the garbage?
At this time, a mule cart slowly stopped next to the trash can, and several men in special uniforms began to clean the trash can and pour the garbage into the mule cart.

These should be the city's cleaners. Baron Lavis wanted to ask some details, but after he talked for a long time, the workers looked confused.

At this time, a carriage stopped and a middle-aged man with elegant clothes, wearing a monocle and holding a lollipop in his mouth got out.

"Sir, are you dissatisfied with our work?"

Although the words were spoken politely, they were filled with the arrogance unique to Viennese aristocrats.

Baron Ravis is the British ambassador, a superior being wherever he goes. How could he possibly tolerate this?

"Your behavior makes me sick, look at the ground, look at your workers, they are filthy and smelly, is this how you waste taxpayers' money?

I want to see your boss!"

Baron Lavis' words really shocked the other party. The noble stared with an incredible look, and then asked a question that made Baron Lavis even more confused.

"Do you live in Wagner Street?"

(Wagelin Street, where the Vienna General Hospital and the Lunatic Asylum are located.)
"What Wagner Street? Don't change the subject, get your boss out!"

In the UK, these garbage collectors are usually outsourced to private companies by the government using taxpayers' money, so they must be very afraid of people like me who have an official background.

Even if they have no official background, these low-level workers will definitely be very afraid of their bosses. After all, they are their bread and butter!

At this time, the Viennese nobleman holding a lollipop winked, and a group of cleaners surrounded him. Then he spoke in very poor English with a heavy accent.

"If he's looking for trouble, find a place where no one is around and beat him up. I'll take the blame."

Before Baron Ravis could react, an iron bucket full of garbage was dropped on him. Just as he was about to scream, a sticky and disgusting liquid entered his mouth, almost choking him to death.

It was unknown how long it was before Baron Ravis was thrown heavily to the ground, and then he was beaten and kicked, and in desperation he blurted out his native language.

“Help! Help!”

"British?" A cleaner pulled off the iron bucket on Baron Lavis's head and asked with some confusion.

"Irishman?"

Baron Ravis immediately determined the other party's identity from his accent. He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had met a fellow countryman, or maybe even a spy sent by his own country.

But the next second all the cleaners roared.

"Fight to death!"

(End of this chapter)