War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

"You forget about Carlo Alberto."

Franz reminded, and when Maximilian didn't answer, the former continued.

“Do you know why all the surrounding countries want to destroy Switzerland?

And guess where the traitors from Austria, Germany, France, and Sardinia went?"

Maximilian said more and more unconfidently.

“The Two Sicilies are different from Switzerland”

"It's no different, my brother. It's time to wake up from your daydreaming. And do you think your country can run without my funding?"

"Didn't Ferdinand II inherit the debts of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies?"

Maximilian was really scared now. After all, the debt owed by the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies was not a small amount. The hundreds of thousands of florins he had accumulated over the years, plus the eight million given by Madame Sophie, were not enough.

"Of course, but do you know the financial situation of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies?"

Maximilian shook his head subconsciously, and this time it was Franz's turn to be shocked, and his voice unconsciously rose.

"So what did you do in Naples? Didn't you meet a lot of people? Didn't you go to a lot of places?"

Maximilian did meet many celebrities, visited many people's homes, historical sites, and famous shops.

He had thoroughly indulged in the life of a king, but this was the only sentence he didn't want to say.

How could Franz not know what was happening when he saw this? After all, he had experienced it himself.

At that time, even in the army, even at the moment of life and death of the country, as long as Franz looked at someone for a few more seconds, no matter if they were men or women, they would feel like they had taken a powerful aphrodisiac.

In addition, Franz has to deal with endless flattery, as well as irresistible value indoctrination and temptation every day.

For Maximilian, who had neither received the education of an eldest son nor tasted power, it was simply impossible to guard against this.

He didn't even realize that he was being led by others.

"Idiot! You stay in Vienna until the war is over!"

"You have no right to imprison a king!"

"You haven't even ascended the throne yet! Do you remember what you did in Constantinople?"

Time was rejected half a month ago.

"Camilla, please go to the tent and rest."

A woman dressed gorgeously and wearing a veil, with a charming look in her eyes, walked over and spoke fluent French.

"Please follow me."

Maximilian was a little surprised. There were only a handful of vendors in the entire Grand Bazaar who could speak French, and most of them could only speak a few words of half-baked English.

He also remembered an antique dealer who kept muttering to himself while holding a broken plate.

“Old, old, very old”

The two men in front of him not only had good temperament, but also spoke fluent French, which immediately aroused Maximilian's interest.

Especially the exotic woman in front of him. Maximilian was at the age when he was curious and liked to show off. At the age of 18, he was very conceited.

"Are you a slave trader too?"

Faced with such a rude question, Camilla did not get angry, but just answered with a smile.

"We are just intermediaries. Our job is to introduce the right products to the right people and do our best to meet the needs of our customers and make them satisfied."

"Humph, that's a very high-sounding statement."

Maximilian said disdainfully.

Camilla turned around and looked Maximilian in the eye, then smiled softly.

"Come in."

The guards wanted to stop him, but Maximilian pushed the guards away and went straight into the tent.

The interior of the tent could be described as a different world. Expensive wool carpets were laid on the luxurious marble floor, and the tapestries on all four sides were embroidered with various lifelike birds and beasts.

On the exquisite mahogany table were placed various fruits, drinks, and a bag of hookah. Two bronze incense burners were emitting intoxicating aromas, complementing the twelve glazed lamps filled with whale fat.

It's really dazzling.

However, compared with the luxurious decorations, the beauties lined up neatly in the left and right rows in the tent, wearing revealing clothes, with charming expressions and full of exotic charm, are more heart-pounding.

"Would you like to be a king for one night? Or would you like to have fun every night? We can satisfy you whatever you want."

Camilla behind Maximilian spoke in a very seductive tone, her voice so tingling that it was hard to resist.

Maximilian's expression did not change much. After all, this kind of small scene was not as exciting as attending some low-class dance party of some minor nobles. He just looked at the female slaves in the tent with interest.

The girls in front of him had nothing to do with the slaves that Maximilian had imagined in terms of appearance, behavior, and even clothing. If it weren't for the price tags, it would be hard to associate them with slaves.

Maximilian looked at the slave girls in front of him with pity, but the slave girls looked back at him with puzzled eyes.

Maximilian could not help but feel sorry for his misfortune and angry at his lack of fighting spirit.

However, what he didn't know was that after several centuries of development, the slave industry in the Ottoman Empire had become very mature.

All slaves had to receive training, and there were rules among slaves that were independent of mainstream society.

Especially the female slaves, after long-term brainwashing and the indoctrination of countless chicken soup stories, almost all of them are working hard to receive training, dress up, improve their manners, and learn skills. They all believe that they are doing a very promising job.

For example, the only wife of Suleiman the Magnificent was a slave from Ukraine. The female sultan of the Delhi Sultanate was also a slave. The former Byzantine Queen Theodora was a prostitute of the lowest order.

Of course, as the times change, the content of chicken soup stories is also changing, such as the beautiful story of a wealthy businessman or official from the West and Istanbul.

Maximilian sighed, and then he noticed that there was a big difference in the price of the slave girls on both sides.

But before he could open his mouth, Camilla spoke first.

"This side is perfect, and the other side is defective."

"Defective product?" Maximilian quickly understood what the other party meant. At this time, he noticed that Camilla also had a label on her chest, but there was no price on it.

"What's your price?"

Maximilian was still a little interested in this female slave who could speak French fluently. After all, there was nothing else worthy of his attention.

"What do you think?"

Camilla asked back with a charming smile.

“Do you speak Italian?”

Maximilian asked in Italian, and Camilla immediately answered in Italian.

"I speak not only French and Italian, but also English and Russian."

Camilla repeated what she had just said in English and Russian respectively, and this time Maximilian was indeed a little surprised.

It was completely normal to know three or five foreign languages ​​in the Austrian Empire, but among the Ottomans that Maximilian came into contact with, even Ottoman diplomats rarely knew more than two foreign languages.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside.