War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Solomon Rothschild was so angry that he was usually called King Solomon.

But today, not only did some people dare to disobey him, they even dared to scold him in Russian. This is unbearable.

Vienna is Solomon's home turf, and this Caesar Hotel is his palace.

Historically, Solomon spent money to buy this most expensive hotel in Vienna and made it his residence.

In Solomon's eyes, it was easy to drive a few Russian invaders out of his palace.

"You guys go down there and take a look. I don't want to hear this sound again." Solomon said coldly.

Several servants were immediately relieved and finally found the scapegoat. It seemed that the "King" was planning to take out his anger on these people.

Solomon's men were convinced that their "King" could handle everything, so they immediately rushed downstairs impatiently, preparing to teach the intruders an unforgettable lesson.

Only Solomon's steward felt that something was wrong with doing things this way, but at this time Solomon was obviously overwhelmed with anger.

After all, the Rothschild family, which was proud of its poor information, seemed useless in front of Franz, a time traveler.

Even without the knowledge of time travellers, as long as Franz wanted to, with his status as a royal family, it would be easy to smooth the information gap with the Rothschild family.

Rothschild is a deified name, and behind them is actually a huge information asymmetry.

Nathan Rothschild was able to use this to harvest the London stock market, and Solomon Rothschild also used this to harvest Austria.

However, in front of Franz, their advantage disappeared. Solomon, who had lost his usual weapon, felt very frightened, and his fear reached the point of anger.

Solomon's men rushed downstairs, but the torrent of anger stopped abruptly like a stormy wave crashing on the shore.

There were not many people on the other side, but they all looked tall and calm, and judging by their clothes, they most likely had pistols hidden on their bodies.

In this era, it was not uncommon for rich people's bodyguards to carry guns when they went out. Vienna would not ban guns until 1849.

At this time, it was commonplace for guns to be found in Vienna’s weapon shops, bars, and even grocery stores.

However, it is very unusual for such a large group of bodyguards with guns to appear together. There is no doubt that they are a difficult opponent.

Solomon's men had an absolute advantage in numbers, but the other party showed no fear. It was obvious that the other party was emboldened and either had a strong background or was a group of desperadoes.

Of course, Solomon's men felt that the latter was more likely, because in their eyes, the Russians were a group of reckless men, a group of uncivilized barbarians.

But once courage is lost, it is difficult to get it back. Solomon's men immediately froze and didn't know what to do.

At this time, the Russian leader spoke first. Vasily was not afraid of the mob in front of him, not even afraid of death, but he really did not dare to offend the big shot inside.

"Wait a minute." Vasily put his hand into his coat pocket, but there was a scream.

"What are you going to do! Don't move, we are not afraid of you!"

Although Solomon Rothschild was known as King Solomon, he did not have a real army at his command.

If there had been an army, he would not have fled in disgrace in 1848.

In fact, Solomon was so suspicious that for safety reasons, his bodyguards were actually a group of bank employees.

These bank employees don't even have much experience in fighting. They are just used to being domineering and a little bit ruthless.

But when faced with real desperadoes, they were like elementary school students going to the teacher's office for the first time, lacking confidence.

Vasily said in not very fluent German.

"I'm sorry, I can give you a sum of money and ask you to leave and pretend that nothing happened, okay?"

After speaking, Vasily took out a stack of banknotes, 20 50-florin banknotes, a total of 1,000 florins.

(In the Austrian Empire at this time, the annual salary of ordinary soldiers was 100 florins. 1,000 florins was equivalent to ten years of military pay for an ordinary soldier, which was definitely not a small amount.)

However, the most important thing for Solomon's men was money. Seeing such a small amount of money, their confidence immediately increased, and they were even more sure that the other party was some desperado with lives at stake.

Although they can't defeat each other, there are military police in Vienna, and Mr. Solomon is a good friend of Prime Minister Metternich. They don't need to be afraid no matter what.

"Huh, 1,000 florins? That's amazing. I'll give you 2,000 florins. Get out of here right now."

Sacconi returned coldly and threw the money in Vasily's face.

Vasily seemed a little helpless, stepped forward and strangled Sacconi's neck, and before Solomon's men could react, he pressed the black muzzle of the gun against Sacconi's temple.

Then Vasily made a gesture of silence under the shocked eyes of everyone.

"How about you leave? I beg you."

But Vasily did not lower the single-shot pistol pressed against Sacconi's temple.

"Do you know who we are?"

"Whose person?"

"We are Lord Solomon's bodyguards. Let me go, or I will throw you into the Danube to feed the fish."

"Oh, who is Solomon?" Vasily said excitedly.

"Are you pretending to be stupid? Who else is Solomon? Solomon Rothschild, who in Europe doesn't know our boss?" Sacconi shouted.

"Oh, it turns out he's a Jewish son of a bitch," Vasily said contemptuously.

This sentence angered Solomon's bodyguards, most of whom were Jews, and they all drew their pistols and pointed them at Vasily.

Vasily's men also refused to come and pulled down the cabinet next to them, and the two sides immediately became tense.

The hotel manager originally planned to go upstairs to greet the distinguished guests, but was frightened out of his wits when he saw this scene.

While no one noticed, the hotel manager carefully retreated down the stairs. He wanted to immediately run to the gendarmerie to report the incident. After all, the two people upstairs were guests of Prime Minister Metternich.

This kind of discord between big shots is beyond the control of a hotel manager like him.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw something even more terrifying, Archduke Karl and his bodyguards.

Archduke Karl's guard was essentially different from the guards of other nobles, because it was basically an army.

Almost everyone in the guard is a soldier of the Austrian Empire. They have been on the battlefield and killed people. Their power cannot be compared to even the most powerful gang in Vienna.

The hotel manager didn't know why Archduke Karl came. He only knew that if Archduke Karl went upstairs and was hit by a stray bullet, or found out that there was actually a war going on here, he would simply not dare to think about it.