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

Chapter 1246: Appointed Official and Not Allowed to Resign

The results of the Austrian Empire's civil service examination had been announced for some time, but many officials were still not in place.

This made Prince Schwarzenberg very angry, because the Austrian Empire had a lot of government affairs and a shortage of officials. Even the new Interior Minister Giovanni Battista, a workaholic, was exhausted.

The Ministry of the Interior had no chief, so all matters had to be sent to the Prime Minister, and Prince Schwarzenberg also felt the tremendous pressure.

Due to the lack of instant communication and the fact that the Austrian Empire was too large for the Austrian central government, local governors were still indispensable.

Franz held the civil service examination thinking that it would alleviate the current shortage of officials. However, the irony was that those who wanted to become officials could not pass the examination, while those who passed the examination did not necessarily want to become officials.

Some people feel that the official position they have been offered is too low and do not want to take it, some are not satisfied with their own results and want to be a stubborn person in the exam, and there are many others who just come to join in the fun, test their own abilities, and see the world.
If it were other countries, the candidate with a lower ranking might take the place, but the problem was that the Austrian Empire was a system of bestowing official titles, and no one could refuse the emperor's reward without the emperor's permission.
In fact, there is a small problem, that is, the number of qualified people is limited, and unqualified people cannot be granted official positions.

So the following scene happened in the Austrian Empire
A middle-aged man wearing thick glasses was squatting on the ground bargaining with an old man selling potatoes.

"Hey man, your potatoes weren't priced this high yesterday, why are they so high today?"

The old man selling potatoes said impatiently.

"Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today. I saw you wearing glasses, and I thought you were a rich man. You even bargained for a few potatoes.

If you don’t have money, don’t buy it.”

The old man looked nonchalant, but his unintentional words pierced the middle-aged man's heart.

"you"

At this moment, a silver coin popped into the old man's hand.

"Is it enough?"

The old man flicked the glass with disdain, put it to his ear and listened to the pleasant sound, then closed his glasses contentedly. After a long time, when he saw the face of the person coming, he immediately crawled away.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a chill on his back. He looked up and saw that the person who paid was the local sheriff. He quickly made way for fear of blocking the sheriff's way.

"Mr. Noble, why didn't you show up for work? Or did the postman fail to deliver the letter to you?"

A postman was being restrained by two police officers nearby. As soon as he saw Noble, he immediately shouted.

"Sir! You can't lie! I handed the letter to you personally!"

In the 19th century, there were many cases of postmen embezzling letters, so countries at that time severely punished such behavior and usually regarded it as a serious crime of theft and fraud.

The situation faced by the postman was even worse, because the letter was technically a government letter and was also royal property.

If the charges were proven, he might not even have the chance to be exiled, but would be directly hanged.

"Yes, I received the letter. Please release this innocent man."

The sheriff waved his hand, and the two police officers slipped a silver coin to the postman as they untied the rope, speaking in low voices.

"Don't talk nonsense."

The postman nodded sharply, and the police officer patted the former on the shoulder and spoke softly.

"let's go."

The Sheriff turned around.

"Sir, why don't you report for duty? It's past the deadline for you to report."

"I don't want to be an official in Lombardy, and I don't speak Italian."

"I can't learn."

"If you don't want to learn, you can just take the test again next year."

"next year?"

"Yes, next year."

The sheriff sneered.

"Mr. Noble, you don't seem to understand the situation yet." Noble asked in surprise.

"What do you mean? I refuse to go to Lombardy. That is my answer."

"I advise you to think it over carefully. After all, no one in the Austrian Empire can refuse the emperor's gift. Here is an official carriage for Lombardy and another for the colonies.

I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."

Noble looked at the luxurious carriage beside him, then at the several desperate prisoners on another donkey cart, and he immediately made his choice.

In a shabby primary school, the only teacher and principal was teaching a class. However, some students were sleeping, some were fighting, and some were eating. Only a few of them were listening to the class seriously.

The teacher seemed to be used to it. He wrote and drew on the blackboard and talked about things that even middle school students might not understand.

Suddenly someone rang the bell for the end of get out of class ahead of time, and the children immediately jumped up and tried to escape from the classroom.

The teacher stopped him.

"Who is making trouble? We are in class! Don't you know? You have no respect for knowledge!"

The teacher opened the door, cursing, and found a group of soldiers standing at the door. He quickly closed the door, thinking that he might have seen it wrong.

So he decided to open the door again to see what was going on, and a group of soldiers rushed in.

"Who is Fanny Coss?"

The teacher was a little scared. After all, the army in the 19th century was not to be trifled with. Good iron is not used to make nails, and good men are not soldiers.

In the eyes of people at that time, soldiers were a group of bandits, hooligans and lackeys kept by the government.

"I have no idea."

The teacher quickly waved his hands and spoke, and the children froze in place, not daring to move. Only a few children were interested in the soldiers' guns, but they didn't dare to get too close.

"You do not know?"

The leading officer asked.

The teacher quickly shook his head.

"No, I really don't know."

"Aren't you Fanny Coss?"

"I'm not. I'm Helmut Hostal."

At this time, Helmut Hostal already knew why these soldiers came, but he had no interest in being an official, especially in a remote place like Dalmatia.

Helmut Hostal had seen those wanted posters. The artist's skills were really poor. He felt that even if the wanted criminal himself was standing next to him, no one would be able to recognize him. So he was very glad that he had given a fake name at the beginning. He would definitely be able to get away with it.

However, the next second the officer took out a photo.

"Isn't this you?"

Helmut Hostal was stunned. It was the first time he saw the photo. His brain froze for a few seconds before he spoke.

“I’m not that handsome”

The officer waved his hand.

"take away."

"Children, you are free (get out of class is over)."

After the principal left, the students immediately cheered.

At the same time, the police and army in Vienna were searching for those who had escaped and failed to take up their posts.

"The Austrians are crazy. I've seen people being arrested and sent to the colonies to dig soil, and I've seen people being arrested to dig in the mountains, but I've never seen anyone being arrested to be an official."