Shadow of great britain

In the huge Leipzig Theater, students were excitedly talking about the upcoming play in the box.

The audience had not yet entered the theater, so no guests came to complain to the waiter about the noisy college students.

For a group of young men who are in the most active period of their lives, living in a small town with a strong academic atmosphere like Göttingen for a long time is indeed too suppressing for their nature.

They get up early at five o'clock every day to read books, and the morning and afternoon are filled with full courses. Even in the evening, they are called to the professor's home for tutoring.

Although this educational method has enabled the University of Göttingen to produce a large number of well-known scholars and government officials, and although many years later, when students return to Göttingen again, they will thank their alma mater for its strict requirements on them.

However, these principles are still too profound and too inhumane for a group of young people in their teens and twenties.

They don't like to go to class or read books. The university library with the largest collection of books in Europe and the courses of top scholars such as Gauss and Herbart make them want to vomit.

They like to party all night, like to throw bottles out of the window into the street after being drunk, and like to have a fair duel with those ignorant classmates, and like to fight hard to leave an ugly scar on the opponent's face. At such times, only the confinement room in the school can calm them down.

"Student Duel in Göttingen in the 1830s"

Although they can argue for their behavior and appeal to the campus court, especially law students like Bismarck, as a student of the best law department in Germany, he is qualified to defend his legitimate rights.

But the premise of a successful defense is that he must surpass the best legal scholars in Germany in terms of legal knowledge and debate skills - the law professors of Göttingen University headed by Dahlmann and others.

The classmates are all partying and there is no risk of being put in confinement.

But in this carnival party, the only thing missing is Mr. Bismarck, the most loyal participant in the major parties in Göttingen.

Bismarck was in a terrible mood and he had no intention of participating in this carnival.

Looking at the Young Italy badge on his chest, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

For a young man who is determined to make a career in the Prussian government, nothing is more annoying than being associated with liberals.

Any German, even a country woman like a hotel owner, knows that at this critical juncture, if you want to find a good way out in the German state, you have to be loyal to the king and the grand dukes.

Moreover, even if you put aside the glorious career, just from the perspective of personal thought, Bismarck does not think that liberalism is something worth pursuing.

He received Prussian education since he was a child. Although he did not study particularly hard, it does not mean that he does not recognize the ideas and concepts implemented in Prussian textbooks.

What Germany needs is not some bullshit liberalism, but national unity. As for how to achieve the unification of Germany, it must rely on the supreme authority and strong military strength to implement it.

Of course, these major events are not Bismarck's turn to consider for the time being.

In this young man's life plan, he first had to rely on Arthur's recommendation letter to pass the first national judicial examination, and then enter the Berlin Court as an apprentice judge through his grandfather's remaining influence in the Prussian judicial community.

After that, he would pass the second judicial examination with a little effort, and then work in the provincial judicial committee.

After the internship, he could ask his father and mother to find Ansilon, the then Prussian Foreign Minister and his mother's distant relative, to find an opportunity to transfer him from the judicial department to the diplomatic department.

Although Bismarck felt that Ansilon looked down on Junker nobles like him, it should not be a big problem to ask him to help arrange a secretary job in an embassy abroad for the sake of relatives.

If he could get a good job like going to Paris or London, he could play big bowling with his friends before or after taking a bath every morning. In the remaining time, they would play bridge, tease some ladies, walk on the beach, eat oysters, hunt rabbits, hunt foxes, and dance for an hour or two in the evening.

This is a monotonous but healthy lifestyle, and most importantly, he can also meet many ladies at social banquets in Paris and London.

Bismarck likes to meet women, all young men like to meet women, but marriage is a questionable proposition for him.

Bismarck's life experience made this energetic young man think twice, because he knew one thing from his mother: there are only a few girls who can satisfy his fantasies.

Bismarck is half comfortable and half bored with marriage. When he thinks about it, he always feels depressed and loses vitality.

He doesn't want to get married so early, because he still has many novel ideas to realize, and he wants to go to Asia to see the scenery elsewhere.

Going to Asia is not only because he is a maverick, but also to change the stage of his life drama.

Moreover, he wanted to go not to the Euphrates River, the Don River, or the Volga River, but to stand like a philosopher by the sparkling Ganges River, wearing a cashmere coat, with a little melancholy in his eyes, the evening breeze blowing his hair, and standing quietly in the sunset smoking his cigarette.

When he comes back from India, he plans to use these rich life experiences to get to know some ladies from ancient British or French families at social banquets, and develop a happy love with them based on his talent.

This lady should preferably be the only daughter of their family, the daughter of an earl or viscount. There are millions of cash in her bank account, a large amount of gold and silver jewelry and British and French public bonds in her hands, and there are also several places for use. A large estate for rent and residence.

Of course, Bismarck did not think these demands were greedy. After all, it was impossible to live penniless in a place like London or Paris.

Even if the father-in-law cannot afford a dowry of 100,000 pounds, at least his future wife must bring him an annual income of 1,000 pounds.

However, such a beautiful fantasy was shattered by the iron fist named Hastings.

"The strongest chains are not the iron rings that bind your wrists, but the hopes and fears that wrap around your heart."

"The power of power does not lie in coercion, but in the hints hidden in whispers."

"Whether it is a king's crown or a criminal's yoke, they are all made of the same metal."

“On the balance of power, the heaviest weights are always those silent secrets and deepest fears.”

“You can make people kneel by fearing them, but only by making people depend on you can make them embrace the shackles.”

“True power lies not in shouted orders but in quietly delivered suggestions. Making people obey willingly is more unbreakable than forcing them to bend to their knees.”

“The real manipulator lies not in pressure, but in temptation.”

"What did you learn from these words? My dear Otto."

Bismarck was sweating on his forehead, and Arthur's golden words appeared in his mind one after another.

Although Arthur seemed to have said no facts in the politics class in the hotel last night, he had already said everything.

He seemed to have a choice, but his only choice was to take the initiative to slip into the shackles tailor-made for him by that shameless villain.

Torture, this is the deepest torture of the soul.

Slowly, Bismarck began to understand why the Scotland Yard police were called 'Blue Devils' by the citizens of London.

What else could the gang led by New Satan be if they weren't devils?

Bismarck finally began to regret it at this moment. He thought that he could become the president of the student union because of the interaction between luck and ability. He once thought he had met his talent.

But he should have thought earlier that the swineherd didn't have the eyesight to choose a thousand-mile horse. He couldn't even choose a loyal hound. The only thing he was eyeing was the Yorkshire pig waiting to be slaughtered.

From the moment he was selected as the student union president, he had already stepped into Arthur's trap.

For that guy, Bismarck, the Prussian domestic pig, was much easier to control than those philistine liberal wild boars.

Because for those wild boars, they had nothing to lose at all. They were running rampant in the village just to prove that they were qualified to live in the pig pen.

For a domestic pig like Bismarck, who lives in a cozy little house in Prussia, his biggest worry is simply to move to a pig house with a better environment.

The experienced British swineherd saw through his attempt, so he issued him a short room ticket, but then turned around and stamped a 'quarantine failure' label on his butt.

As long as he wants, he can use this label to publicize at any time that Bismarck is infected with the liberal swine fever that only wild boars can contract.

If the swine fever thing spreads, let alone changing the pig house, he will even end up wandering in the forest like the wild boar.

"Otto, why do you look so unhappy?"

"That's right. If someone else saw you, I would think you asked the principal to put you in solitary confinement again."

"You were so virtuous when you were in solitary confinement. Why are you so virtuous when the superintendent took us to the theater and did such a good thing?"

Only his old friend Motley understood Bismarck's mood. He held a wine bottle and sat down next to Bismarck: "Otto, what's wrong? Let me guess, it's not easy to come to a big city like Leipzig, but you are unhappy. ...Aha! I see, you probably want to go to the University of Leipzig to teach those bastards a lesson!"

'Lightsaber' Mr. Shubland also echoed: "I remember that incident too! The gang of bastards at the University of Leipzig challenged our Pomeranian Saber Society before, and they even boasted that they in Leipzig knew more about Germany than Göttingen. Martial arts!”

Someone else took the opportunity to ask: "Otto, didn't those whores at the University of Jena admire your reputation? When you traveled to Jena, did you promote our Pomerania to them? Swordsmanship style?”

Bismarck waved his hands with a stinky face and said: "Don't mention it! As soon as I arrived in Jena to live, the provost of the University of Jena came to find me. He read out the administrative order of the Academic Council of the University of Jena in front of me: Due to the Due to my bad reputation, the University of Jena believed that my presence might affect the healthy development of students, so they asked me to leave Jena immediately and banned me from entering that city for life. "

When the companions heard this, they all burst into laughter.

"Really or not?"

"Even the professors at the University of Jena know about your bad reputation?"

"I think you are probably making this up, Otto, you always like to be in the spotlight."

Bismarck curled his lips disdainfully: "I would never lie about this kind of thing. This thing is true. If you don't believe me, ask Trotta. He was beside me at the time."

Motley said with a smile: "I don't think Otto would lie about this kind of thing. Of those things he did in Göttingen, which one seems true? He threw the bottle after he was drunk. On the street, a pedestrian was hit. The principal interviewed him for this, but he appeared at the door of the principal's office wearing strange clothes, still holding a long cigarette in his mouth, and holding his British dog. The sudden appearance of the hunting dog was so frightening that Otto hid behind his desk, but Otto couldn't help laughing. In this way, the admonishment conversation was immediately upgraded to paying a fine. What he threw out of the window was not a wine bottle, but an ink bottle. He thought he would be exempted from punishment, but the principal gave him an additional three days of confinement on top of the fine. "

When Bismarck heard Motley expose his shortcomings, he was not ashamed but proud and said: "If confinement can offset the fine, I would rather let him lock me up for a week. But that old guy is very cunning. If he bites me to death, the fine will be Don’t let go.”

Having said this, Bismarck began to accuse his companions present again: "For this matter, you are definitely the one who should be ashamed the most. That party was held at my house, but I was not the only one who participated that day. , I shouldered all the blame for everyone, but instead of being grateful, you actually laughed at me."

"Okay, let's not mention this time. Let's talk about that gun duel."

Bismarck blushed angrily: "That time was even more fucking nonsense! I obviously went to break up the fight, not to be a participant in the gun duel, but none of the professors believed what I said. I was so angry that I was detained for ten days. This is the best law department in Germany. What do you think we law students can learn here?"

"Who made you 'famous'?"

"Three semesters, twenty-eight duels, Otto, you are the holder of this school record."

"Hahaha! Otto, you bear too many responsibilities."

Shubland stood up to defend Bismarck and said: "No, you can't say that. In my opinion, this is not a crime, but an honor. If it weren't for Otto's too much glory, how could the University of Jena be so famous? Are you afraid of his reputation?"

Everyone laughed, and some people cheered: "Otto, since we are all in Leipzig, should we find an opportunity to teach those ignorant guys at the University of Leipzig a lesson? Look, you are here, and Shubland is also there. We have The two 'masters', plus us 'detachment commanders', should be enough to deal with those fuckers."

When Bismarck heard this suggestion, his first reaction was to agree, but before he could stand up, his boiling blood was immediately doused by a basin of invisible cold water.

If it were in the past, he would have taken his classmates to the University of Leipzig to cause a gang fight, and they would have been detained in solitary confinement when he returned to Göttingen.

At most, they would be expelled from school or forced to transfer to another school.

But what now?

If you offend Superintendent Hastings, then he probably doesn't need to go back to Göttingen with him. It would be the best option to directly follow Garibaldi and the others by boat to South America.

Bismarck looked down at the Youth of Italy badge on his chest, shrugged helplessly, turned to shout to everyone: "Okay, gentlemen, I have changed my ways. I am no longer the idle college student. Now I have a greater responsibility on my shoulders, I am the Gestapo, and I am the leader of the Gestapo.”

Seeing that Bismarck did not take the bait, the students couldn't help but feel discouraged: "Otto, you have changed and become boring."

"It's still so long before the show, we have to have some fun. Are we just going to sit here and drink? If that's the case, we'll all be drunk and unconscious before the show starts. Otto, I'm still I want to see an opera.”

"I'm sure there will be a lot of ladies visiting the theater today, and I don't want to give them the impression that I'm a drunkard."

"Stop pretending to be a gentleman, William, you are just a drunkard, for real."

Bismarck saw these guys complaining and knew he had to give them some fun.

As one of them, Bismarck knew that nothing could cause more trouble than an idle college student.

Bismarck quickly suggested: "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Betting?" A group of people heard about gambling and immediately became interested: "What are you betting on?"

Bismarck rolled his eyes, and his peripheral vision fell on the young Italian emblem on his chest: "Italians are longing for reunification, and so are the Germans. In this case, let's bet on whether Germany will be unified within 30 years. unified."

When Motley heard this, he took the gamble as if he had a chance to win: "This is simply giving me money. I bet you 25 bottles of champagne, no."

Motley's words immediately attracted the attention of a group of German students. Motley's words made them very unhappy, but they could not think of any suitable reason to refute.

No matter from any angle, it does not look like Germany will be able to complete its unification in 30 years.

Just when everyone was silent, Bismarck accepted Motley's bet generously: "Okay, 25 bottles of champagne, I bet with you. If Germany completes unification in 30 years, I don't want your champagne. I just want you to swim across the Atlantic from Hamburg back to Boston."