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Monday, July 11, 1842.

In the early morning of the capital of the empire, there was thick fog, and the street lamps were only the size of dots in the fog.

Viscount Hill Kenny Barron, an ordinary-looking young man, whose only credit was to lead the military police and gangsters in an unrestricted fighting contest in a slum area, killed two gangsters and took away A dozen innocent civilians.

In the end, the Vienna District Court ruled that he was negligent and dismissed him as a captain of the Gendarmerie, and sent him to prison for thirteen months.

Speaking of prisons in Europe, they are really a good place to get enlightened.

After losing his job, he quickly packaged his growth experience and accumulated so-called experience, and compiled it into a book called "History Will Prove My Innocence".

Unless a great mistake is made, it is generally difficult for nobles with titles in Austria to enter. Of course, even in prison, Viscount Barron has received thoughtful care.

What he met were either polite jailers or talented inmates. This kind of treatment is definitely not something ordinary people can easily enjoy.

And next door to him lives an economist who likes to study opera, it is the Johann Böhm-Bawerk who cheated with Franz in a bet.

This also started with a million-dollar gamble that demonstrated the irrationality of usury; as one of the participants, Böhm-Bawerk thought of cheating because he was unable to repay the debt he owed.

As a result, he got into the situation without accident. Of course, he would not and would not dare to resent the future prince if he was bullying. Instead, he felt that the culprit who deceived him was the Jews.

Viscount Barron hit it off with this literary economist. After eager exchanges and discussions, the two sides came to a common conclusion that the chaos in the country and the economy was entirely caused by those morally corrupt "inferior races".

The empire is filled with all kinds of Slavs, Italians, Jews, Hungarians, etc.; there are too many bad guys, so there is no place for "good guys" like them.

"The Germans will plow the land for themselves with their own swords. Only by restoring the Holy Roman Empire and letting the Germans rule the country can true peace be achieved."

After being released from prison, the two became a pair of close comrades-in-arms, actively running around to promote Greater Germanism. At first, what they did was no different from what Franz did. They just helped each other and helped the national brothers affected by the disaster. Therefore, the organization developed steadily and did not attract the attention of the latter.

After all, under Franz's intervention, the Greater German Organization in Austria has sprung up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.

However, the series of events that followed, especially the railroad stock storm, made this IQ online financier follow the clues and quickly figure out its general outline.

The frightened Germans were naturally more likely to unite, and the early actions gave Viscount Baron a good reputation.

In addition, he found an outlet for the people to vent their emotions and immediately became famous in the imperial capital, and even the University of Vienna invited him.

However, this was suppressed under Franz's secret instruction. After all, those radical and angry young people are a powerful and unstable group.

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He doesn't want to be a second Szechenyi who lets extremism dominate the discussion and then has to resort to the stupidest means of force.

Moreover, Austria is not Hungary, and its population, financial resources, technology, and military strength are not comparable to the latter.

Once such a storm of destruction blows, even a wise man will find it difficult to stop it, so letting this person evaporate from the world has become an inevitable choice.

At this moment, even in the thick fog, it can't conceal the arrogance and self-satisfaction emanating from Barron's body. He just left the bar and brothel named "Golden Memories" proudly.

There was not a single person on the street, but the breath of death was hidden everywhere in the vast fog. But the Viennese star didn't notice it at all.

You must know that at the moment, he is the guest of honor in the salons and **** of those big figures who are too high to fawn on, even the immediate boss who once made him fearful is now showing an ugly attitude of bowing his knees.

Barron, who worked day and night, staggered towards the carriage parked not far away. The coachman who had been waiting for a long time was concentrating on removing the pedals from the carriage so that Lord Viscount could board the carriage.

Just when everything seemed to be progressing steadily, a man wearing a peaked cap and a windbreaker quickly walked out of the thick fog and bumped into the former.

"Watch the way! Idiot! Do you know who you hit?" Seeing that Viscount Baron was knocked to the ground, the coachman immediately chased after him and cursed, but the other party ignored him and quickly disappeared into the mist .

"Damn guy! Let him run fast!" The coachman thought that his brave behavior would win the favor of the distinguished guests. When he was about to help the Viscount who fell to the ground drunk, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw a dagger stuck in his chest, blood gurgling from the wound had stained the white shirt red.

"Viscount Barron! Viscount Barron!"

Hill Kenny Baron looked around unwillingly, exhaled forcefully the last breath of his life, and then closed his eyes forever with his dream.

Perhaps it was because there were countless young men and women reveling in the noisy bar next to it, but no one responded to the coachman's yelling.

After glancing at the gold ring and gold pocket watch on the dead Viscount Baron, he couldn't hold back his inner greed. After confirming that the other party had passed away, the light that was like dots in the mist also disappeared.

The coachman put the above-mentioned valuables into his pocket without blushing and heartbeat, and then lifted the body onto the carriage.

He drove non-stop all the way to the home of the doctor he knew, but it was too late, and a new star that had just ignited fell at this point.

Once this kind of start-up organization has no leader, it will naturally fall apart and disperse, and of course the "murderer" will not escape the law.

A search by detectives and gendarmes found the remains of the deceased on the coachman and a large amount of blood inside the car.

So they came to the conclusion based on their own experience that they wanted to kill their honorable passengers for money. As for sending Viscount Barron to the doctor's residence, it was a complete deceit and a thief calling for a thief.

The ending was naturally that the coachman was sent to prison. Of course, with the help of Franz, he was able to avoid the death penalty and changed to mining coal.

No one would bring justice to a dead man, even if he had once called the wind and rain.

The only commemoration of Viscount Barron by those former fans was a zero-dollar purchase of a Jewish store.

The police in Vienna wanted to stand by as they had done in the past, but it happened that the car of Archduke Franz happened to be passing there.

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Vienna, Schönbrunn Palace

"His Royal Highness, Hill Kenny Baron was murdered by his coachman." Adjani smiled and handed over a newspaper.

"Let's give some money to his family as compensation." Franz said calmly.

"As you know, there is also a Viscount Baron in Hungary." Adjani reminded.

Of course, he knew what the other party was referring to, but the two situations were different, so they couldn't be solved in the same way.

"You mean the Grand Magyars?"

"Yes, the plan of this group of people may be more worthy of our attention than Viscount Baron's appeal."

Although Ajani doesn't like the division of people into three, six, and nine classes, it is much better than the idea of ​​the Great Magyarists to destroy and enslave other ethnic groups.

According to the viscount's division, the first class is Germans, the second class is Hungarians, the third and fourth classes are Czechs and Poles, the fifth class is Yugoslavs, the sixth class is the rest of the Slavs, and the seventh class is Northern Italians. , the eighth class is Jewish, and the ninth class is Gypsy.

Although the Poles are not on the three banners, they can still be ranked fourth, but if the Magyars gain power, then she can only choose to accept being completely assimilated by them, or simply not being a human being.

"The so-called Great Magyar Kingdom is just their delusion, but the Germans are different..."

Franz's words made Adjani shiver down her spine.