Shadow of great britain

Garibaldi was brave enough, but not wise enough. He would rather go to London than to Berlin. You know, I just wanted to capture him, and Sir Arthur Hastings was very likely to put a price tag on him and sell him to Napoleon III.

——Otto von Bismarck

Bismarck's answer made Arthur extremely satisfied.

He took out the cigar box from his trouser pocket, took one, stuffed it into Bismarck's mouth, and lit it with his own hands.

"Otto, you are a smart young man. Among the many young people I have met, you are the smartest one. Needless to say, you will definitely become a big shot in the future."

Bismarck felt a little unhappy when he heard Arthur speaking to him in such a condescending tone. Although he can say something against his will for school recommendation letters and scholarships, this does not mean that he is willing to be anyone's follower.

He was a Prussian Junker noble, and he was the one who condescendingly lectured the peasants at Schenhausen Manor, his ancestral property in Stendal, his hometown.

If he couldn't beat Arthur, he would have to show his strength to this kid.

Bismarck replied angrily: "Your Excellency, you speak in an old-fashioned way, as if you are a wise old man in his seventies or eighties who is about to die."

The red devil squatted on a tree branch and yawned: "You're pretty good at judging people. I'm sure you'll be a good person in the future."

Arthur nodded in agreement: "Otto, do you know what I admire most about you? Although you are also a young man, although you have some inherent fantasies of young people, I can't see anything from you. If you don’t have any ideals, you are already a big step ahead of others.”

Bismarck thought Arthur was hurting him, so he spat on the ground disrespectfully: "You turned out to be a diplomat, and earlier you were a policeman. Could it be that the guy you saw at a diplomatic occasion had nothing to do with London?" Are all the gangsters on the streets idealistic?"

"Maybe." Arthur replied with a smile: "At least the French and Italians I met are very idealistic. In order to help them realize their dreams, I made a lot of money."

"What are you talking about?" Bismarck asked in confusion: "Doesn't it usually cost money to help people realize their dreams? How can you still make money?"

Although Bismarck was curious, Arthur had no intention of teaching him the secret of getting rich for the time being.

It’s no secret that when a job is lucrative, people in the industry tend to keep it to themselves. Only when it stops making money will a bunch of people selling courses suddenly pop up.

Arthur naturally avoided this topic according to his market economic logic: "Otto, the University of Göttingen does not offer a course in political economics, and my identity is only a professor of electromagnetics."

However, although Arthur did not tell the truth, Bismarck briefly thought about the topic of Arthur and Schneider's conversation just now, and probably understood what dirty deal they had made.

He leaned on the bench carelessly with a cigar in his mouth: "So the meaning of political economics is: give them politics, and then you improve the economy? Then I think it is the same reason if you ask me to be the student leader of the Gestapo. I remember you said that you would not only give me a letter of recommendation, but also give me a scholarship.”

Even though Arthur had known that this kid was not a fish in the pond, Arthur was still surprised that he understood so many truths after just listening to a few words between himself and Schneider.

Arthur nodded slightly, and then corrected himself: "He is the chairman of Göttingen Social Activities Enthusiasts and Event Planning Organization. Otto, you have to pay attention to your wording. The title of student leader is really ugly. Please note, This is not an authoritarian organization, but a democratic society. You have to be voted by your classmates to come to power."

Bismarck rolled his eyes: "Your Excellency, that's why I came to you today. Although I am confident in managing the student organization, you also know that my reputation at the University of Göttingen is really bad. Those little citizens Students don’t like aristocratic young people like me, and I don’t like them either. If it weren’t for your repeated request, I wouldn’t want to hang out with them.”

Seeing Bismarck's careless attitude, Arthur could only strike moderately and said: "Otto, this is your problem, not mine. I have already given my promised reward. If you don't take the initiative, I can also give scholarships and letters of recommendation to others.”

Bismarck chuckled, sat up straight, and said with a hint of provocation: "If you do this, I will remember something I shouldn't remember, such as a conversation a few minutes ago."

Arthur heard this and replied with a bright smile: "Otto, if you do this, I will write to your mother immediately and expel you from school. After that, do you plan to return to your hometown in Prussia to farm, or maybe Join the army, it's up to you. As for what you said... If you think that the words of an out-of-school student can reach the ears of your old senior Metternich, this is a hysteria common among young people. Crazy."

Bismarck's face turned green when he heard this, and his confident attitude suddenly disappeared without a trace.

As Arthur said before, one thing he needs to be mentally ahead of his peers is that he needs to be a little more realistic.

Even if those words really brought bad luck to the new superintendent, it would not affect Bismarck's fate of returning to his hometown in despair to join the army and farm.

What would my life be like if I couldn't finish my studies at university?

Bismarck had a reverie in his mind.

He would probably join the army as a low-level officer for a few years, yelling at new recruits every day.

Then he married a wife, had children, farmed the land, and produced distilled liquor without restraint, using the liquor to corrupt the morals of the farmers in the territory.

If ten years later, those alumni who attended the University of Göttingen with him happen to come to his hometown, he will definitely invite these old classmates to have fun together and find a flirtatious and curvy little girl from the manor. Have some fun.

He would also treat his friends to swigs of potato brandy as much as they wanted. They will also invite them to hunt and have a great time.

At that time, Bismarck was probably a fat militia officer with a beard that turned up at both ends. He could curse people to the point where they could shake mountains. He hated Jews and French people and whipped dogs and domestic servants at will. At the same time, the Bismarck family is still as strict about wife control as it has been for generations.

When the sun rises in autumn, he will get drunk, then wear leather trousers, ride on a skinny pony, and order the servants to use ox carts to pull goods to Stettin's wool market to make a fool of himself.

If someone in the market came to greet him as a Junker noble, he would kindly rub his mustache and give everyone a preferential price.

On the King's birthday, he would get drunk and loudly wish His Majesty a happy birthday.

The rest of the time, he talks regularly.

Even the catchphrase has become: "Oh my God! What a great horse!"

"Oh! No!" Bismarck held his head and wailed in pain: "I don't want to become such a Junker country bumpkin!"

Bismarck looked at Arthur longingly, and he remembered Arthur's sword given by the king again.

He knew very well that although this young man, who was not many years older than himself, was in need of a beating, he was a serious knight of the United Kingdom.

Although knighthood does not belong to the aristocracy in the UK, it is an honorary citizenship and is not hereditary.

However, if he was canonized in Germany, for example, in the Kingdom of Hanover, then he would be an out-and-out hereditary noble of the country.

Although this is not as good as the imperial nobility canonized by the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, it is still much nobler than the edict nobility obtained by the Bismarck family.

Even if he was just a British knight, he could make the young Bismarck extremely envious.

And if Arthur was an imperial knight who was awarded the title before 1806, then Bismarck would probably regard him as his goal.

Because an imperial knight means that he is a free knight directly affiliated with the Holy Roman Empire. He has no lord except the emperor, and is nominally equal to other dukes, marquises, counts and imperial free cities directly affiliated with the empire.

Although the Imperial Knight does not have a seat or vote in the Imperial Council, he does enjoy a certain degree of territorial sovereignty. In his small fiefdom, he can freely legislate, collect taxes, civil justice, coinage, etc. .

When the Holy Roman Empire was destroyed by Napoleon in 1806, there were still about 350 such imperial knights, and a total of about 450,000 Germans lived under their rule.

However, not everyone in Germany wants to become an imperial noble.

For example, the naturalist Mr. Johann Senckenberg once cursed: "A decent man is worth more than all the nobles and barons put together. If someone wants to make me a baron, I will call him a bitch or a slut." He's a baron. That's how I view noble titles."

But people like Mr. Senckenberg are in the minority after all. Most people in Germany and France are willing to risk their lives to obtain a titled noble status.

They are also young people, but some have already obtained knighthood, and according to this trend, they are likely to obtain hereditary titles in the future.

However, some young people are facing the risk of being expelled from college and are still in debt.

Bismarck knew very well that his arms could not twist his thighs. Since this guy couldn't be frightened, it was best to cooperate with him.

As long as he endures for two or three years, until he successfully graduates from the University of Göttingen and obtains the position of Prussian judge with a letter of recommendation from the school, then it will be like "the sea is as wide as the fish can jump, and the sky is as high as the birds can fly"!

He will rely on this letter of recommendation to rise rapidly in the judicial system, then find opportunities to sneak into the diplomatic circle, and finally start a career of his own and become a high-ranking noble.

When that time comes, he will reveal the secret of Arthur Hastings, a shameless villain, as he pleases.

Under the almost unlimited power of the school superintendent and special representative of the country, the young Junker Bismarck was able to bend and bend. He decided to temporarily endure and surrender: "Your Excellency, I apologize to you. I was joking with you just now."

"I'm sorry too, Otto." Arthur replied righteously: "Because I'm not joking."

Bismarck felt cold from head to toe. Although he was still standing in front of Arthur, he had already begun to seriously think about how to be elected president of the society.

Arthur saw that the kid finally gave in, so he threw out a little more bait: "Otto, how much money do you owe others at school?"

Bismarck was distraught and responded casually: "About a hundred florins."

"Oh! What a coincidence!" Arthur said: "The Hastings scholarship I was considering setting up happened to be one hundred florins."

Bismarck suddenly raised his head: "Ah... that is indeed such a coincidence..."

Arthur paced and slowly added: "And in order to encourage the development of student associations and encourage a diverse and free atmosphere on campus, I also plan to pay additional subsidies to student leaders out of my own pocket."

Having said this, Arthur paused for a moment: "By the way, the subsidy for the president of the society is set at twenty florins a year, which I think is very reasonable."

Bismarck was in awe when he heard this. He stood up and said: "Your Excellency."

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it completely."

"What do you understand?"

Bismarck replied eloquently: "The Italian Revolution is a good thing!"

Arthur glanced at the boy and waved: "I hope you will let me address you as Chairman Bismarck when I see you next time."

“I promise you won’t be disappointed!”

Bismarck imitated the court etiquette he had learned from his father, took three steps back, and then trotted out of the garden.

Arthur saw him walking away and was planning to smoke quietly for a while.

Unexpectedly, he had just lit the fire, and when he looked up, he saw Bismarck appearing in front of him again.

Arthur flicked the match and extinguished the flame: "So quickly? Did you bring back the title of chairman?"

Bismarck threw the package under his arm into Arthur's hand, and then excused himself: "I didn't bring back the title, but I just met the postman who delivered the letter. He said that this package was addressed to Superintendent Hastings. I just brought it to you."

"pack?"

Arthur glanced at the package tightly wrapped in brown paper in his hand. It was clearly written in German that this package was sent from Bavaria.

Strangely enough, Arthur had few friends in Bavaria.

Although Schneider was going to Munich, Bavaria to inquire about the news, he had just set off from Göttingen and probably hadn't even left Hannover at this time.

Arthur tore open the kraft paper package with doubts, and inside was a German book - "Mathematical Calculation of Electric Current".

Arthur couldn't help but feel dizzy when he saw the name, and he instantly understood what was going on.

In this era, not every natural philosophy researcher is lucky enough to get a university teaching position, and not everyone is lucky enough to go to university.

Among these private researchers are factory technicians, company employees, and primary and secondary school teachers.

These people will use their spare time to conduct scientific research and submit their results to well-known scholars, hoping to gain their recognition and use this opportunity to gain fame in related fields and improve their own class.

When he was in London, Mr. Faraday was deeply troubled by these private researchers. Even though Faraday was a morally flawless and decent gentleman who treated others quite mildly, he was finally forced to establish a rule of not seeing guests three days a week. .

This is not because Faraday is too ruthless, but because most of these private researchers have limited levels and often come up with some quite nonsensical conclusions and theorems. Faraday's time is precious, and it is very polite that he is willing to spend half of his time every week to receive private researchers who are doing useless work.

It's easier to understand why Arthur doesn't like these ordinary researchers, because he can often find that the level of these researchers is lower than him, but most of them are very confident.

When he was at Scotland Yard, these people were less afraid to make trouble against senior police officers.

But since leaving Scotland Yard, it has not been so easy for Arthur to send them off peacefully.

This package from Bavaria was probably sent by a German folk electromagnetic researcher.

After all, Arthur Hastings is, at least in name, Europe's leading electromagnetic researcher, and currently serves as chancellor and special national representative of the University of Göttingen.

If he could get Arthur's approval, wouldn't it be a matter of course for him to get the teaching position at the University of Göttingen?

Arthur was about to throw the book aside, but the summer sunshine suddenly dazzled his eyes, and Arthur happened to see a familiar name written in the author column below the title of the book.

"Um?"

Arthur frowned suddenly, picked up the book again and looked at it.

"Mathematical Calculation of Current"

Author: George Simon Ohm.