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"Princess Chloris is exceptionally talented, with outstanding insight, and is one of the few magic users in the kingdom. As a member of the Hohenzollern family, her talent is worthy of her name." Moltke's attitude was very fair. As the Chief of Staff of the Prussian army, he believed his judgment of people was quite accurate.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant as the ruler of the country.” Why did Bismarck value Chloris so much? Having watched her grow up, Bismarck deeply understood the seed of changing the future hidden in the young princess’s heart.

A unified Germany needs change, and the only one capable of bringing about such change is a monarch with the same determination. Chloris's brother, Frederick, is conservative and arrogant, ambitious but lacking in strength (a trait well inherited by his son, Wilhelm II, lol). Even if he becomes king, he will only be able to compromise with the Junkers in exchange for the army's support.

PS1: Although I schedule chapters, I still have to upload them every day, and I've made many changes, which is equivalent to rewriting the entire book.

Chapter 95 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 29 Bismarck the Cricket? (Seeking votes)

Unlike Chloris, if Chloris were to become the leader of the Kingdom of Prussia, Bismarck was determined to become her sharp blade and completely eliminate any obstacles that threatened the country's development. Of course, Bismarck would not tell anyone these thoughts, not even Chloris herself.

"Hush! You'd better not say these things to anyone other than me. As an old friend, I must remind you, one of us is in charge of governance, and the other is in charge of the military. If even the two people His Majesty William trusts most start to think about the issue of the succession to the throne, what will His Majesty think? Besides, His Majesty currently favors his eldest son, Crown Prince Frederick, so we shouldn't worry about these things anymore." Moltke downed the brandy in his glass in one gulp.

"Do we still need it?" Bismarck asked jokingly.

"Why are you just watching me drink... Aren't you drinking today?" Moltke observed the liquid in Bismarck's glass; it was clearly water, not vodka, a colorless and transparent distilled spirit.

“Some things happened, but fortunately I gave it up.” Bismarck rested his face on his left hand, turned his head to one side, and gave a somewhat forced smile. It was clear that making such a decision required considerable courage, because Moltke knew how much Bismarck loved fine wine.

"Is there something over there?" Moltke noticed that Bismarck kept glancing at a window in the distance, so he looked in the direction Bismarck was focusing.

"Nothing, do you have a cigarette?" Bismarck turned around and asked the man in front of her.

"No, I've quit too. After all, I'm getting older. You, on the other hand, are still as radiant as ever. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely propose to you." Moltke looked at the blonde beauty in front of him. Both her figure and appearance were outstanding. If he let her hide her identity and go to the military camp, he believed that all the young men in the camp would fall in love with this girl.

"You demons are truly angels favored by God; eternal youth is a pursuit that many humans spend their entire lives without ever achieving."

"Come on! Moltke, we're all old folks now. Once the country is unified, I'll retire and go back to my hometown. Maybe you can even come to my wedding." Bismarck looked at his old friend who was teasing him and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

After all, everyone knows that Bismarck held a high position of power and had a keen eye for talent; there probably wasn't a single young man in the entire country who was worthy of her.

“It’s about time we go.” Mr. Moltke took out his pocket watch to check the time; it was almost 21 p.m., which was indeed very late for this era.

"With a major battle imminent, the busiest part of the army isn't the soldiers on the front lines, but our staff. And the logistics meeting is at five o'clock tomorrow morning!" At this moment, the usually debonair Mao Qi seemed to have turned into a complaining middle-aged man.

"Take a rest, I'll sit here for a while." Bismarck rubbed her golden hair and watched Moltke leave.

"Add a cup of hot milk, a basin of hot water, and a clean towel," Bismarck said to the bartender. Being a regular customer, the bartender immediately went to prepare them for her upon hearing her request. At this point, the already nearly empty hall was now empty except for Bismarck.

"Come in, Your Highness Gisela. I know you've been eavesdropping outside." As a fully-fledged mage, Bismarck's perception abilities are far superior to Gisela's.

At this moment, Gisela, who was lying on the wall, was first startled. While secretly admiring the strength of her opponent, she took a deep breath, straightened her body, and walked calmly into the room, making herself appear neither disheveled nor flustered. Why would she run away? She was upright and had nothing to fear, so why would she run away?

Bismarck is nothing. 200 years ago, the Hohenzollern royal family of Prussia was just a subject of her own family. Not to mention Bismarck in front of her. If she dares to lay a hand on her again, then she should not blame her for being impolite!

After all, she's a guy, so hurting each other won't hurt her at all.

"Your Highness?" Noticing Gisela standing at the door without entering, Bismarck's mood grew even heavier. In his view, Princess Gisela was being wary of him. It seemed she was still quite concerned about what had happened the previous night.

"I am very sorry about yesterday. This is our first real meeting. Your Highness Princess Gisela Louise Marie von Habsburg, welcome to Berlin." Bismarck straightened up and bowed, appearing very formal. She wanted to mend her relationship with the Austrian princess through this sincerity.

“You too, Miss Otto von Bismarck.” Of course, the thick-skinned Gisela didn’t consider such details and simply looked at her in a businesslike tone.

To be honest, Bismarck is indeed very beautiful and has a great figure. I experienced it yesterday. You could say that the other person is superior to her. It's just a pity that she is too dominant, which resulted in her not being able to show any masculinity down there yesterday, and she suffered a great loss.

It felt like the great Battle of Vienna in 1683, where the Habsburgs, as the main combatants, were constantly being thrashed in the city by the Ottomans, and the Polish Winged Hussars won a rather dull victory.

Of course, Gisela noticed that Bismarck didn't seem to be drinking today, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

With this in mind, Gisela had even less reason to be wary of the other party. Thinking this, Gisela's reserved attitude immediately relaxed a bit, and then she went straight to the bar seat closer to Bismarck and sat down.

"Sir, please give me a glass of rum, on the rocks, please," Gisela said expertly to the bartender who was carrying milk and walking towards them.

After all, Gisela had drunk a lot of alcohol in her past life, so mentioning rum wasn't strange. The key was to show her maturity and composure, thereby gaining more initiative in her conversation with Bismarck.

“Yes, miss, I’ll get it for you right away…” Before the bartender could finish speaking, Bismarck waved him off.

“This is yours.” Bismarck raised his right hand, took the hot milk from the bartender, and placed it in front of Gisela.

“I don’t drink milk. Only little kids drink that stuff in bars.” Gisela looked at the blonde woman in front of her with some dissatisfaction, feeling that the other woman was looking down on her.

“You are only 12 years old, lovely princess. I don’t know who told you about alcohol, but as a responsible senior, I have an obligation to stop your inappropriate behavior.” Bismarck frowned slightly, her eyes revealing an undeniable aura.

“My affairs are none of your business!” Gisela frowned slightly, looking somewhat confrontational.

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Chapter 96 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 30 What are you up to now!

"Hmm?" Bismarck narrowed her eyes upon hearing Gisela's words. To be honest, she had rarely been rejected so decisively in her life. If this were during her student days, she probably would have used her fists to reason with the other person. But now, Bismarck was still willing to reason...

"Drink it! You're still growing, do you hear me, Your Highness!" With that, Bismarck suddenly produced a ball of golden energy formed from magical power in his hand, and under Gisela's watchful gaze, he struck a metal cup. In an instant, the seemingly sturdy cup crumbled into dust…

"Holy crap! So human!" Gisela felt guilty because she hadn't expected that magic power could be used in this way. So, feeling a little guilty, Gisela wiped the non-existent cold sweat from her forehead and looked at the kind-looking woman in front of her.

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister." Gisela waved her hand helplessly with her fox ears drooping, picked up her milk and drank it. After all, drinking at her age was harmful to her physical development and her image. The other person meant well, didn't they?

"Where did Your Highness go today? Was your experience in Berlin pleasant?" Bismarck asked, his tone slightly knowing, which made Gisela cough awkwardly twice.

"Hmm! Very good, but I thought you would ask me about eavesdropping first."

“So what if I heard it? It’s no secret. I’m sure Your Highness isn’t the kind of person who can’t see these established facts.” Bismarck appeared even more composed than expected.

"I just went for a walk and toured Berlin." Perhaps because her appetite had decreased, Gisela, who hadn't drunk milk in a long time, couldn't even finish a glass of milk in one go and almost choked.

"Berlin or Vienna, which city do you prefer?"

“Vienna, of course. Berlin is nice, but it always feels too quiet and serious, making it hard to get close to.” Just like Ms. Bismarck in front of her, Gisela certainly couldn’t say the rest of her thoughts.

“That’s for sure; home is always the most beautiful place,” Bismarck remarked thoughtfully.

Do you know your great-grandmother, Marie Antoinette?

"Queen Marie Antoinette? Why are you suddenly mentioning her name?" Marie Antoinette, the youngest daughter of Empress Maria Theresa of the Habsburgs, married Louis XVI of France, and the two were ultimately sent to the guillotine by the people. The French Revolution was a haunting nightmare for the once-glorious Habsburg family.

"It was just a whim that I wanted to ask Your Highness's opinion of her." Bismarck wouldn't ask meaningless questions; she must have her own considerations for asking such a question. Gisela had already mentally simulated Bismarck's "ugly" face.

"Marie Antoinette was the most beautiful queen in the world, pure, kind, and loving. She was the Venus of our family's pride, and I am proud to be her descendant, sharing her blood." A very standard, official answer. Gisela would never give Bismarck a chance to trick her into revealing anything (probably...).

"Indeed, she was undoubtedly excellent as a woman, but what about her as a queen?" Bismarck was clearly more concerned with Gisela's evaluation of Mary as queen.

“Absolutely terrible,” Gisela said truthfully.

“Princess Gisela is even more acerbic and sarcastic than I expected.” Bismarck’s lips curled up slightly, clearly intrigued by Gisela’s assessment. After all, one would usually show some leniency in the evaluation of one’s own people, but she hadn’t expected Gisela to be so blunt.

"First, let me greet the mob that slanders her character. They are of low moral character themselves, yet they use their meager knowledge to piece together vicious words to defame a queen of impeccable morals." Gisela stretched her arms, her right hand, which had been covering her lower abdomen, was already a little sore.

"Of course, we must understand that the governance of a country cannot be accomplished solely through noble virtues. Marie Antoinette was the Queen, and from the moment she became Louis XVI's legal wife, she had an obligation to supervise and assist her husband in handling state affairs. Inaction was her greatest original sin. Therefore, you can criticize her policies but not her personally, and you certainly cannot use this as a reason to slander her. After all, it is the King who ultimately makes the decisions..." Clearly, setting aside her social role, Marie Antoinette was excellent as an individual. However, as materialist dialectics states, things develop in a connected way, and viewing a particular thing in isolation is metaphysical.

"That's why I say she was a terrible queen, because I was only criticizing her status."

“It seems Your Highness is more insightful than I imagined.” At this moment, Bismarck seemed to understand why Chloris was so fascinated by Princess Gisela. Because this young princess had so much to offer, and considering she was only 12 years old, who could predict what the future held?

"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?" Bismarck looked at Gisela with a serious expression, but said something that was somewhat uncomfortable for Gisela.

Just then, the bartender brought over a basin of hot water and a clean towel from the back.

"Thank you, sir. But out of respect for the lady's privacy, and out of consideration for my status as a regular customer, could you please excuse me and give me your bar counter?" Of course, Bismarck didn't forget to hand the bartender a substantial "tip."

"Okay, ma'am, I'll let you have it right away. Please let me know if you need anything." With that, the bartender left the lobby and headed backstage.

With the bartender gone, only Bismarck and Gisela remained in the hall.

"What are you trying to do now!" Seeing the bartender who had been sent away and Bismarck's somewhat serious expression, Gisela immediately felt a sense of crisis. Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability seemed to be easy for Bismarck, especially since this woman had a criminal record last night!

With her size and strength advantage, Bismarck reached out and grabbed Gisela, who was trying to turn around, then lifted her onto the bar, facing the direction where the bartender had been standing.

"Do you want me to take it off, or do it yourself?" Bismarck put her hands on her hips, looking at Gisela, who was sitting on the bar and seemed a little confused. With her fox ears, she looked so cute, like she was bullying a small animal!

"Why should I take it off?" Gisela looked at Bismarck with a resentful expression.

"Oh? Is that so?" Bismarck took off his hat, and the atmosphere seemed to drop to freezing point.

PS1: I will always love Persian cats.

Chapter 97 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 31 (Seeking votes and subscriptions)

"Sweetie, let me see!"

"No!" Gisela said firmly. Being forced to take off one's clothes by a woman was a great humiliation for a man, and she naturally refused.

"obedient!"

"No!" Seeing Gisela's somewhat "rebellious" appearance, Bismarck was immediately stirred by some inexplicable emotion. So she narrowed her eyes, grabbed Gisela's skirt, and tried to lift it up!

"It smells like blood, can't you smell it?!" Bismarck roared at Gisela with a hint of exasperation. Because she was "angry," she directly restrained Gisela's left and right hands with one hand, making her unable to move at all.

What a disgrace! This is a disgrace comparable to Waterloo. Gisela bit her lip, her sapphire eyes filled with hostility towards the blonde woman in front of her.

It's just missing one line: If revenge is ever taken, the Spree River will be stained with blood.

However, in Bismarck's eyes, the fox princess's expression of shame and impending tears immediately dissipated her anger, and a sense of apology suddenly welled up in her heart.

I acted impulsively again! I don't know why, but I just keep feeling like I want to bully this Austrian princess...

“I’m doing this for your own good…” Bismarck sighed and explained in the gentlest tone she could muster. At this moment, she had less of the ruthlessness of a high-ranking politician and more of the gentleness of a kind older sister next door.

"I don't need your kindness, I have Rita to help me..." (Rita: Your Highness only thinks of me at times like this, huh?)

The thought of Rita made Gisela feel even more guilty. After all, she realized that not only had she run away from home today, but she had also arrogantly played the "come and chase me" game in front of Rita. This gave the cunning maid a handle to use against her, and things could get even more serious. She might even receive some necessary "lectures".

“But it’s me here now, not her!” Bismarck didn’t know why she always felt that the princess was making her angry, but she just didn’t want to leave her alone.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Gisela lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed. After all, this was the first time she had faced such an awkward situation. But life is full of firsts...

Care dividing line —

"Where is Your Highness? Where has the mischievous prince gone?" Rita asked with a forced smile, fiddling with her silver-gray hair behind her ear, her purple eyes coldly scrutinizing every passerby on the street outside the hotel.

The melancholy aura emanating from this seemingly beautiful and elegant woman had materialized into a cloud of black mist that was spreading outwards.

"Your Highness, where have you been! Are you afraid of being punished and..." Rita narrowed her eyes, a tragic image flashing through her mind.

In the scene, the adorable prince, fearing punishment for running away from home, could only huddle alone in a street corner, clutching his tail and clutching his stomach. There was no hot water to wash his body, no food to fill his stomach, and the prince was exhausted, hungry, and nearly unconscious.

A group of despicable men discovered His Highness. They roughly spread his legs, tasting his alabaster neck and petal-like lips. His Highness screamed and prayed in terror, but no one answered. Finally, a piercing scream tore through the Berlin night, and even the sky wept (a shooting star).

This is so enviable... no! It's worrying!

"Slap!" Rita slapped her cheek, throwing away all her inappropriate thoughts. After all, having such strange thoughts about her master was a dereliction of duty for a maid like her.

"Impossible! Your Highness is a magic user, how could such a thing happen? Only those with ill intentions would suffer!" Rita comforted herself.

However, considering His Highness's previous weakness during special periods, Rita couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. She finally stepped out of the hotel and began searching for His Highness on the streets.

Before long, her intuition led her to the bar where Gisela was.

"Strange? There's still a carriage parked here so late." It seemed very unusual, so driven by curiosity, Rita pushed open the door and saw the figure that she cared about so much.

"Don't breathe on that spot, it's itchy."

"Be gentle." The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

“Once I’ve made up my mind, I will definitely see it through to the end.” Rita recognized the voice; she seemed to have heard it yesterday as that annoying Prussian prime minister.

"Wait a minute! No way..." Rita's body stiffened, and alarm bells suddenly went off in her mind, as if a huge crisis was about to strike.

“This part of your body seems more sensitive than the others,” Bismarck said, pointing to Gisela’s tail.

"Yes, it's very sensitive. I don't usually like to touch it, but let's make an exception today."

"Ladies, have you seen my Prince Gisela?" Rita squinted her purple eyes and walked up to the two of them, carefully examining the scene before her before speaking.

"Rita... what are you doing here?"

"Who is Rita?" Rita stared blankly around.

"Aren't you one?" Gisela was completely baffled as to what the maid was up to.

"Oh, right, my name is Rita! Rita." She seemed to have escaped from her escapist mindset.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me I shouldn’t be here? Where should I be? Under your bar, or by the window outside? I’m interrupting your good time, so I shouldn’t be here.” Rita spoke to herself, leaving Gisela and Bismarck, who were standing next to her, completely confused.

"Your Highness! Miss Bismarck! What are you doing! You are both women, this is wrong!" Rita frowned and pushed away Bismarck, who was still trying to hug Gisela. She hated women who had no sense of boundaries the most, because it was their existence that made her Highness no longer pure.

"Miss Rita, calm down, I didn't do anything!" Bismarck was, after all, the prime minister of a country, and a much older senior. Hearing Rita's words, she naturally knew that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something. So she wanted to explain, but knowing that she was in the wrong and lacking in emotional experience, she didn't know how to explain the situation for a moment.

Especially now that she's holding Gisela's blood-stained panties in her hand—yes, blood-stained panties!

“Miss Rita, look at this. I’m helping your Highness.”

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Chapter 98 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 32 Heading to Frankfurt

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The steam locomotive whistled as a red train slowly pulled into Berlin's train station.

As if a switch had been flipped, the passengers, who had previously seemed somewhat bored, perked up and picked up their luggage to get on the train.