The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven Chapter 17

"25 to 10, how is this possible!"

Turn back the time to a quarter of an hour ago.

The glamorous dancer Adjani wore a red and white off-the-shoulder dance dress, and put the ballot box on her chest.

The ups and downs made the mood of the delegates preparing to vote fluctuate, and they didn't know where to put their votes.

Adjani's pace was really swaying, and the representative of Bavaria said that this woman cannot be allowed to enter Bavaria, otherwise their king will cause a new scandal.

What they didn't know was that the French beauty in front of them was actually the leader of the Polish Restoration Army. She is the wife of former Polish Free Army Commander Bolkinie Agata and the mother of a four-year-old girl.

The Polish Uprising failed in 1830, and a large number of Polish soldiers were massacred and exiled. This also includes Mrs. Agata's husband. After her husband left, she decided to continue her husband's career and became the leader of the Polish Restoration Army.

However, under the **** suppression of Russia, the soldiers of the Polish Restoration Army were massacred and their industries were lost.

In order to support the thousands of Zionist Army members scattered across Europe, and to continue the cause of the Zionist Army, Mrs. Agata organized a large number of Zionist Army widows to go abroad to earn extra money and sponsorship.

Adjani was just one of her aliases, but she quickly gained extra attention due to her talent. Invitations came pouring in, but mostly just to spend the night with her.

Ajani hated these men very much, but had to walk among them.

Today she was invited by the local archbishop, and the high-faced bishop actually asked her to perform a sideshow at night.

However, Adjani refused decisively, because someone actually gave her 2,000 florins today to stop her performance, and then gave her 1,000 florins to collect votes.

It's so easy to make money like this, why waste yourself? She couldn't understand those sisters who sold their bodies. After all, Adjani could earn money in a day that those poor women couldn't earn in a year.

Another purpose of her coming to Frankfurt today is to seek allies to support their cause. After all, the Polish Federation is no longer there, and what is needed to restore the country is not just money.

But when she heard that some representatives said that the Poles were dirty, she felt angry and aggrieved.

She thought of her husband, her daughter in foster care, and friends who had been slaughtered by the Russians.

Ajani's tears swirled in her eyes, but they aroused the man's desire to protect even more.

Soon all thirty-five representatives voted, and Baden's representative was taken to the hospital as an abstention.

This is also the arrangement of Frederick Ansilon. Although according to his estimation, Prussia will have at least 20 votes, it is not bad to kill an opponent who does not support him.

The ballot box was opened in public, and the Archbishop of Frankfurt unfolded the first ballot.

"be opposed to!"

Adjani took the ballot with a smile, raised her hands above her head, and repeated with a smile.

"One vote against."

"Three votes against."

Three pictures in a row were all from Prussia, which made Frederick Ansilon sneer, and looked at Ankerte, who was drinking alone, with malicious intent, and said in his heart.

"When the Austrians are expelled, you Saxons will be dealt with next. Today's humiliation, I want you to pay back ten times."

Ankert felt Frederick Ansilon's gaze, looked at each other, and then smiled back.

"Austria."

"One vote for Austria, three votes against."

Frederick Ansillon didn't care, he also asked the waiter for a glass of wine.

"Austria."

"be opposed to."

"Three votes in favor of Austria's entry into the German customs union and four votes against."

Afterwards, the votes of both sides rose alternately, which made Frederick Ansilon a little annoyed. At this moment, he thought of Ankert's smile again. That guy seemed to want to say something.

"Austria."

The number of votes for Austria's entry into the German Zolluge has reached fifteen votes, and only seven votes against it. This made Frederick Ansilon feel that his throat was a little dry, and he drank all the contents of the glass in one gulp.

"Austria."

This was the sixteenth vote, and Frederick Ansilon choked. Red wine vomited the Brunswick representative all over his body. The man was about to stand up to protest when he saw that Frederick Ansillon had sat down again, so he took out his handkerchief and wiped the wine stains.

"Damn, someone betrayed us." Frederick Ansillon cursed secretly in his heart, thankful that he had just excluded a representative who supported the Austrians.

"Austria!"

"Austria has seventeen votes to seven against."

One more vote and Austria would be admitted to the German Zolluge, and Frederick Ansillon's errand would be ruined, his palms sweating.

The bishop of Frankfurt picked up a ballot, slowly unfolded it, then hesitated for a while, and announced loudly.

"Austria!"

"Austria has eighteen votes to seven against."

Frederick Ansillon stared angrily at the Archbishop of Frankfurt, seeking answers from him.

But the Archbishop of Frankfurt just shrugged his shoulders. He did support the Prussian side and voted against it. He didn't know why it became the current situation.

But he knows that the Prussians are no longer the dominant family, and now that the Austrians are here, he has to think about the future, so he has to be happy.

"Austria!"

The voting continued, but Frederick Ansillon had collapsed on his chair.

Ankert turned to Frederick Ansillon again and said word by word.

"Congratulations, congratulations, you, yes, yes, hand, yes."

Then he raised his glass, motioned to Frederick Ansilon, and drank it down.

At this time the Archbishop of Frankfurt also officially announced.

"The German Zollus, with 25 votes in favor, 10 against, and 1 abstention, approved Austria's application to join the German Zollus. We will welcome the 37th member of the German Zollus! Germany will usher in a better future !"

Faced with the immediate results, Frederick Ansillon knew his political career was over.

Frederick Ansilon knew that the Austrians must have bribed Prussia's allies, but this time by secret ballot he had no idea who had betrayed Prussia.

He still has 47,000 thalers and has not spent it out. If he returns to Berlin like this, then William III and Chancellor of the Exchequer Merz will definitely not let him go.

Ever since, he came up with a way.

Frederick Ansilon asked Adjani to wait for him in his room, which cost him 5,000 talers, but he didn't care anymore, and now he just wanted to spend all the money.

In addition to the 8,000 thalers that had already been spent, he exchanged the remaining 42,000 thalers for jewels and packed them in a suitcase with title deeds.

On the way, Frederick Ansillon's throat tightened, and he untied his belt impatiently as soon as he entered the door.

It's just that a dagger bypassed him and landed on his neck.

"Put on your pants, where do you put your money?"

Frederick Ansilon quickly put on his belt and said.

"Thief woman, I am the envoy of Prussia, you dare to rob me?"

Frederick Ansillon said, looking for an opportunity.

What made him desperate was that another woman walked out of the room with a pistol pinned to her waist.

Adjani walked towards Frederick Ansilon with graceful steps, which made Frederick Ansillon a little at a loss.

At this moment Adjani snatched the suitcase from Frederick Ansilon's hand, opened it with a dagger, and saw the shining jewelry inside.

"This is the property of the King of Prussia..." threatened Frederick Ansillon.

Adjani tied one of the jewel necklaces around her neck and said with a smile.

"Not now."

"Who are you?"

"Polish Restoration Army." Adjani replied, and then nodded to the woman behind Frederick Ansilon.

Before Frederick Ansilon could continue speaking, the woman picked up a vase and threw it at the back of his head.

Looking at Frederick Ansilon and the broken vases on the ground, Adjani was a little helpless.

"Caroline, I told you several times not to use the vase, it's hard to clean up."

"Then what to do, smash it and smash it."

"Carry him inside to make it look like he was hanged. I'm leaving tonight, and you go tell the other sisters to leave too." After speaking, Ajani threw a ring inlaid with gemstones to Caroline .

The Prussian ambassador to the "Vienna News" committed suicide in a hotel.

Chapter end

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