War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Lombardy, Fortress of Verona

Al Pacino can't believe his ears until now, because he didn't expect that the big shot he wanted to meet was the young Archduke Franz.

When the former was invited into the hall, his legs were dangling so much that he could hardly walk. When the waiter on the side asked him if he wanted tea or coffee, he paused for a long time before answering.

The waiter did not express any disdain or contempt, but the Sicilian still felt uneasy and uneasy. He was just an outsider who was forced by life and not even recognized by his compatriots.

The young nobleman in front of him is very likely to be the most powerful person in this country in the future. The gap in origin and status between the two can be said to be worlds apart.

But Archduke Franz did not keep him waiting long.

"Hello, Mr. Corleone."

To be honest, Franz was a little surprised when he heard this name for the first time. Isn't this the last name of "The Godfather"?

But now counting the years, the man in front of me may be the great-great-great-grandfather of the godfather.

"Hello, Your Highness Archduke Franz. I am really flattered by your invitation."

As he spoke, Al Pacino Corleone's hands were trembling with excitement, and it could be seen that these two words of his were indeed sincere.

In fact, Al Pacino is the spokesperson of the Sicilian Brotherhood in Lombardy, but this is just a non-governmental organization not recognized by the government.

The biggest officials he had met before were just the police chief of a certain district in Milan, or officials from the Port Authority, and those so-called big shots were just a bunch of insects in front of the young man in front of him.

In Corleone's mind, his Sicilian brothers were better and more capable than those northern Italians, and the hiring price was also lower.

But outsiders like them from the so-called "remote villages" are often ostracized, whipped, beaten, and framed. Even the hard-earned money they have earned through hard work is often treated as unworthy. The cheapskate boss skimps.

The bottom line of all this is that they have no backing. Brotherhood gangsters could "reason" with unscrupulous businessmen and shady factory owners.

However, government officials and military officers would not "reason" with them. They would only tirelessly repeat the so-called "evidence" and "contract."

Al Pacino, who has tasted the ups and downs of the world, the wind, frost, snow and rain, felt like a mirror at this time. The big man in front of him was undoubtedly the ladder for him to climb up.

As long as you do well and achieve results, not only will you be able to prosper, but your brothers in the fraternity will also be able to benefit from it and become true Austrians.

Thinking of this, he said: "Your Highness, I know who participated in the plot of the riot. Although not all of them, as long as you give me a little time, I will definitely figure it out for you. I swear to God."

"You seem a little excited. Let's have a drink first to calm down."

As he spoke, Franz shook his head. Apparently the other party didn't know that this was not his main concern.

Al Pacino was a little confused. After all, he felt that he had just taken out the biggest bargaining chip in his hand.

For this rare opportunity today, he can be said to have done enough homework, especially regarding the evidence of Vera Ivar. He wanted to find a chance to bring down the vampire at the last banquet, but was defeated by the young man in front of him. interrupted the Archduke's father.

But now Franz Joseph seemed to have a completely indifferent expression on his face, which made Al Pacino have to think quickly.

The latter knew that he must have some indispensable value to the former, so he was invited to meet him. And Al Pacino wanted desperately to know what valuable information he could provide.

In fact, Franz would not completely believe the so-called intelligence and evidence of this Sicilian, because he, like those officials, had a competitive relationship with the locals, so the authenticity and accuracy of the things he provided could not be guaranteed at all. ensure.

Seeing how hard the other party was thinking, Franz spoke.

"I have heard about your deeds and admire your courage. It's just that you were a little too impulsive. If it hadn't been for my father, no one in a higher position would have tolerated your offense."

Although the young archduke's tone was calm, it was still like thunder in Al Pacino's ears.

After all, there is a warning in this sentence. The latter is not a fool. He can mix the words of a dock worker into a brotherhood, and people will naturally hear the implication. After all, airplanes don’t require brains, and you can only be a young and Dangerous kid for the rest of your life.

"Your words make me feel frightened. I wonder what I can do for you?"

Franz: “I know you are courageous and courageous, and you are also dissatisfied with the bad situation in northern Italy.

Likewise, I know very well what happened to you and those who came later, and even more clearly what those local officials did. But some things are not that simple. The more senior a person is, the less able they are to act as they wish."

Al Pacino cautiously said: "So you want me to help you kill all those villains?"

Franz: "No, if lynching is used, wouldn't I be like them? But I hope you can continue to uphold justice. The empire needs people like you."

These words made Al Pacino a little confused. If there is no need for lynching, wouldn't it be better to just let the police do it? Why are you looking for a gang member like him?

In fact, Franz didn't want to use this method, but the Northern Italy's bureaucracy was in chaos. If he continued to expand his power, something might happen.

Al Pacino tentatively asked, "What do I do?"

Franz: "I need the new immigrants' lives to be effectively protected so that they can settle down and start a business without being bullied. In addition, I will hand over part of the construction of the fortress to you."

Al Pacino replied with some embarrassment: "But I don't have the funds at all."

Franz smiled awkwardly: "It doesn't matter, I didn't make it clear just now. I will pay your wages every month, so you don't have to worry about this.

But I still need you to do something, and that is to ensure that there are no anti-Austrian groups among immigrants.

Of course, if there are other civil society groups that plan to do this, you can also write to me.

In addition, if any officials, nobles, or businessmen have such intentions, you can report them to me as long as you have sufficient evidence. I will handle these matters as appropriate, but keep in mind that there will be no personal vendettas involved. Otherwise, I will be very disappointed. "

In fact, the final result of the conversation was pretty much what Al Pacino expected, but the process made him feel uncomfortable. But maybe the big shot did have more worries, and even "doing good" seemed so cumbersome.

"Your Highness the Grand Duke, please believe me, I will not let you down! I thank you on behalf of my compatriots in Sicily and all the new immigrants, you are really"

Franz waved his hand, his ears already ringing with praise.

"Someone will bring you specific documents and contracts later. If there's nothing special, I'll excuse you now."

Franz left the living room and sighed.

I hope this "godfather" can complete his work well, attract a little more firepower to the empire, and buy a little more time for this precarious country.