War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Ambrosius walked alone in the corridor, and the surrounding scenery did not interest him at all.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the corner of the corridor.

Ambrosius took a closer look and quickly covered his face.

"Dear young lady, I don't slap people in the face! I don't know where I offended you, and I apologize to you." Ambrosius still has some accomplishments.

"I'm not here to ask you to apologize." Thalia replied confidently.

"Who?" Ambrosius asked.

Thalia ducked out of the way, and Ambrosius saw the little boy he had seen twice.

"You are Franz, I am Ambrosius. You should call me uncle."

"Uncle Ambrosius, if you really want to find a princess to marry, I have a suggestion."

Ambrosius looked at the child in front of him, and then at Thalia beside him.

"You must be kidding me, this is not a good kid."

"I'm serious." Franz made a very serious expression.

Ambrosius pointed at Thalia.

"She's a princess?"

Franz shook his head.

Ambrosius breathed a sigh of relief.

Thalia's expression was like eating an unripe tomato, and she stared at Ambrosius fiercely.

"There is a real princess in Southeast Asia who needs you to rescue her. Her country is in the midst of internal and external troubles. She needs a real knight to protect her."

"After saving her, will she marry me? Then I will use her country as a dowry. After I inherit her country, I will merge it with Austria. Wouldn't this bring glory to the family and contribute to the empire? Have you expanded your territory?"

Franz felt ashamed. The Grand Duke's brain circuit was a bit strange, but it was better this way, as it would save him brainwashing.

Thalia on the side confirmed again that no one in this family has a normal mind.

"Where is the princess?" Ambrosius asked impatiently.

"Zhenla," Franz replied.

"Oh my God, how do I get there."

"You can apply to be an army observer and go on the church's ship."

At this time, the Austrian navy had almost never left the Mediterranean, let alone Chenla as far away as Southeast Asia.

Moreover, the Austrian Navy would not send out warships to escort a no-name Grand Duke.

However, the Catholic Church has already penetrated into Chenla. Not only can they transport people safely, but they can also provide first-hand local information.

"Then how do I meet that princess?"

"It depends on your own ability."

Ambrosius was speechless for a while and took a deep breath.

"Why don't you know anything?"

"I'm just a kid passing by."

"Okay! Then at least tell me what her name is."

"An Mei."

Chenla at this time was a colony of Siam and Vietnam.

As king Anzan, the last time he resisted foreign aggression was in 1816, 18 years ago.

Both sides built countless fortresses in Chenla with the intention of carving up this land, but as the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

Siam and Vietnam were constantly fighting on the land of Chenla.

The two sides fighting were Rama III, the Mingjun in Siam's history, and his opponent was the Mingming Emperor of Vietnam.

Chenla is now Cambodia, and Siam is now Thailand.

However, while Siam and Vietnam were madly invading Chenla, they forgot the importance of people's will.

Both sides frantically recruited Chenla people as coolies and stepped up their plunder in Chenla.

As a result, the people of Zhenla were in dire straits, and people who longed for peace pinned their hopes on the king who had not seen him for more than ten years.

Every time the Chenla people revolted, it would be under the banner of saving the royal family.

There are more than a dozen rebel armies in Chenla, but rather than saving the royal family, they are more willing to protect their property or become kings of the mountain.

King Anzan was controlled by the Vietnamese, while his brother Ann was controlled by the Siamese.

The Chenla government was loyal to Anzan, but the Vietnamese general Truong Minh was the actual ruler of the Chenla government.

However, within the Chenla government, there were also many senior officials who hoped that An En would become king and borrow troops from Siam to expel the Vietnamese.

Of course, some people hope to welcome Anzan back and drive the Siamese out of Chenla.

The Chenla rebels hoped to kill all officials, as well as Siamese and Vietnamese invaders.

Anzan's timidity can be described as unbelievable.

Emperor Minh Minh of Vietnam once wanted to send Anzan back to Chenla and join forces with him to reverse the unfavorable situation against Siam.

However, Anzan actually refused. The reason was very simple: he was afraid of death. He boasted to Emperor Minh Ming of Vietnam that he could command Chenla's army remotely.

Anzan found a group of wizards and performed the ritual in the palace, setting the palace on fire.

Emperor Ming Ming, Ruan Phuc Chen, killed all the wizards brought by Anzan in a fit of rage, and then imprisoned Anzan himself on a luxury cruise ship.

In a few months, Anzan himself would die of illness, and his eldest daughter was assassinated by the Vietnamese because of her pro-Siamese tendencies.

Anzan's second daughter Anmei will inherit the throne.

Anmei, who succeeded the throne, did not receive the courtesy that the king deserved. She only stayed in the capital of Chenla as a mascot.

When Emperor Ming Ming, Ruan Phuc Shen, felt that everything was under control, he sent people to kill An Mei and her four sisters.

However, instead of completely eliminating Chenla's resistance, his actions aroused the Chenla people's resistance.

In just one month, the fire of uprising against the Vietnamese burned throughout Chenla.

The King of Siam took the opportunity to send troops to support Anzan's brother to become the King of Chenla.

In less than half a year, the previous twenty years of efforts of the Vietnamese were in vain, and the Vietnamese were driven out of Chenla.

Chenla then became a Siamese colony until the arrival of the French.

A month later, St. Stephen's Basilica.

"Bang bang bang" The ancient door of the church made a heavy banging sound.

Several priests shouted impatiently, "Stop knocking, I heard you."

Since Archbishop Rauscher is resident in this church, they have seen many dignitaries in this church, so naturally they are more arrogant and do not look down on ordinary people.

And those who come to the church so early are definitely not dignitaries, but most likely those who have made mistakes and come to repent.

They had long been tired of hearing the confessions of those sinners and wished they could call the police to arrest those sinners now.

"We are all here to spread the gospel of the Lord, why do you despise God's people?"

Archbishop Rauscher did not know when he was standing at the door, and he also put on the sacrificial vestment sewn with gold and silver threads.

The archbishop usually stays hungover until noon, why did he get up so early today.

At this time, some priests had already realized that Archbishop Rauscher would only wear that sacrificial vestment during major celebrations or when meeting members of the royal family.

Now the priests who were so arrogant just now were dumbfounded and lowered their heads to unbolt the church door.

Standing outside the door was Ambrosius. At this time, he had put on a clean uniform and had his hair and beard trimmed.

In fact, Ambrosius himself is not bad in appearance. However, because he was used to being poor, he had no decent clothes, and he was always unkempt, so he had no aura at all.

His behavior can only attract ridicule from others.

At this time, Ambrosius was neatly dressed, handsome, and of extraordinary bearing. Coupled with his royal status, people naturally felt a sense of respect.

Archbishop Rauscher is also very satisfied with the young man in front of him. This man will definitely be able to spread the gospel of the Lord, and he can rest assured to leave the Battle Brotherhood in his hands.