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"I hope the Ottoman Empire will hand over the Palestinian territories to international administration." While she called it international administration, Gisela's true intention was to place it under Jewish control.

This was not merely to repay a favor to Hannah Rothschild and the leading Jewish financial capitalist family; it was also for the future development of interests in the Near East and the Middle East.

Although a Jewish state may be small, it can at least guarantee the existence of a pro-Austrian regime in the region. This will complement further activities along the Persian Gulf coast and protect the empire's interests in the Persian Gulf. Of course, she, who is familiar with future history, also understands the other side of the Jewish people.

While this might seem unfair to the residents of the area from a moral standpoint, these moral considerations cannot sway Gisela's judgment in the face of national interests. Moreover, Gisela is confident that he can suppress the rise of Zionism and nip it in the bud. Furthermore, this Jewish state in Palestine should be a nation where two peoples coexist, not one that dominates.

Having not experienced the horrors of World War II, she believed that Jews should not love the kind of morbid fanaticism that existed in the original world.

“The British won’t agree to this easily,” Chloris said, expressing her doubts about Gisela’s decision.

"So this time we need to make the Ottomans bleed more (incur debt), and then let the Jews raise money to redeem them in the future." Gisela decided to act as an intermediary and trade with the Turks. As for what the British could do, they couldn't possibly take on the debt themselves.

Moreover, Jewish financial capitalists hold a significant position and influence in a highly developed capitalist society like Britain. After all, these business tycoons who control wealth are the ones eligible to vote. How could they possibly miss such an opportunity to realize a millennia-old national aspiration? Therefore, Gisela had no reason to believe that Britain wouldn't do this favor alongside Austria.

"Tsk tsk, I knew your ambitions were not limited to this. Even though Germany has not yet been brought into your possession, your eyes are already fixed on the East."

"Our family crest is a double-headed eagle, one head facing east and the other west, holding the throne and the future in its hands." Gisela looked at the Roman Heart in her hand. Standing in the city of Constantinople, Gisela's words seemed particularly interesting, and even she herself couldn't help but feel a little excited.

“I won’t ask about anything far away; I want to keep it a surprise.” With that, Chloris pointed to the windows in the dome, from which the interior of the cathedral could be clearly seen.

Gisela looked down through the window and saw the luxurious crystal chandeliers shining beautifully in the light of the burning candles. The murals and floors of the entire church were clearly visible to Gisela.

For most people, they only think of looking up at this place, but if they can look down, they will experience a completely different scene.

Even though night had fallen, many devout believers still entered the temple, expressing their respect as servants for the deity they worshipped.

"Hmm! The scenery is quite nice," Gisela nodded in approval.

"I love you!" At this moment, Chloris, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly hugged Gisela from behind, stood on tiptoe and bit Gisela's fluffy fox ears with her mouth. Gisela, who lost her balance due to surprise, blushed slightly and her waist went limp. Then she and Chloris, who was hugging her, fell into the church.

Shortly after their fall, Chloris grabbed the chandelier and swung with Gisela to a nearby platform where sutras were being chanted. While the silver-haired Gisela wasn't as panicked as usual, the experience had still startled her.

"What are you doing! This is dangerous..." Gisela's expression was somewhat angry.

Chloris skillfully silenced Gisela's mouth with her own, forcefully invading Gisela's mouth with her tongue.

During the kiss, Chloris picked Gisela up in a princess carry and ran with her into the room where she had bribed the church caretaker and where the bedding was already prepared.

A feeling she had never experienced before, brimming with deep love, something she had never imagined, yet under someone's obsession, it became increasingly real. Chloris gently embraced Gisela's body, somewhat roughly pressing her to the ground. Their eyes met, and Chloris's eyes shone with an unprecedented tenderness.

At this moment, the bright moonlight shone through the window, casting a snow-white glow on Chloris's cold face. Everything seemed like a dream, so dreamlike that it was hard to see clearly.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.” Chloris gently stroked Gisela’s cheek, then kissed Gisela again.

Gisela tried to struggle, but Chloris responded with even greater strength, holding Gisela tightly as if afraid of losing her.

Of course, Chloris's hands weren't idle either; they wandered restlessly over Gisela's body, exploring the various treasures she had already discovered.

Despite not wanting to do such a thing, Gisela's body began to sway unconsciously under Chloris's influence, and her legs, clad in white stockings, began to sway incessantly.

"At least I should be in charge." Their lips parted, and the atmosphere was perfectly set at that moment.

“Okay, you said garlic today!” Chloris said calmly, then got up from Gisela and lay down on the bed herself.

The silver-haired Gisela glanced coldly at Chloris, then quite satisfiedly pinned Chloris down beneath her. She then began to grope Chloris, just as she had practiced countless times in her mind. Of course, this time she took care to protect her tail to avoid a mishap.

For history buffs, their knowledge of Japan's Sengoku period might not be in-depth, but they'll certainly remember Oda Nobunaga's desperate counterattack at Okehazama. (You know who I'm referring to, right? 0v0)

When Oda Nobunaga, the newly appointed head of the clan, was not yet secure in his position, he was attacked by Imagawa Yoshimoto, the best archer in the Tokaido, who led an army of 30,000 to Kyoto. At that time, he only had less than 5,000 men under his command.

Imagawa Yoshimoto originally possessed an absolute advantage in military strength, and he had outstanding subordinates such as Matsudaira Motoyasu (the future Tokugawa Ieyasu). In terms of military combat power, his army was far stronger than that of the Oda clan, which was known as the weakest of the Owari clan.

but……

PS1: Imagawa Fox

Chapter 552 The Turkish Journey of the Vienna Rose (Capter 49: The Great Defeat at Okehazama - Request for Votes)

Unfortunately, his opponent was Oda Nobunaga, who possessed unconventional thinking and a brilliant strategic vision. From the very beginning, Nobunaga recognized his own weaknesses in several encounters and abandoned rigid defensive tactics, focusing instead on launching surprise attacks on his opponent.

The foolish Imagawa Yoshimoto, believing himself to have a significant advantage, kept attacking, and in the process of underestimating his enemy and diverting his forces to attack cities, he exposed his position to the waiting Oda Nobunaga.

Then, inspired by the stirring strains of the Atsumori song, amidst torrential rain and muddy mountain paths, the Oda army, led by their young head, Oda Nobunaga, launched a surprise attack. The high-spirited Oda troops surged through the Imagawa army like a floodgate opening, swiftly breaching their lines and completely shattering their defenses after several fierce assaults. As if all the previous pressure had been released for this moment, the Oda clan descended into utter frenzy.

Imagawa Yoshimoto could only retreat in panic, and was eventually captured and defeated by Oda's army.

This brilliant surprise attack, a victory against overwhelming odds, ultimately led to the death of Imagawa Yoshimoto, whose tens of thousands of troops scattered and fled back to Suruga. Nobunaga, through this classic decapitation strike of the classical era, became renowned throughout the land, contributing exceptional wisdom to the tactical application of the age of cold weapons. His greatness, of course, extends beyond this; his later three-stage firing technique further demonstrated his innovative and quick-learning abilities.

Reflecting on this battle, whether it was the initial crisis and the slim chance of victory, or the later escape from a desperate situation and the turn of the offensive, it all taught us a lesson.

How can you lose if you have 60 units of Mutalisks rushing in? You really can lose.

How a fox should howl is a very serious philosophical question. Is it the rice-stealing fox of Japan, the king-choosing fox of China in the legend of "The Great Chu Rises, Chen Sheng is King," or the eccentric fox of Norway with its "Ring-ding-ding" cry? No one knows the answer to this question, but we do know one thing: the fox of the Empress of Austria is described as having a "loud, loud sound like a sudden rain, and a soft, gentle sound like a whisper..."

While Gisela and Chloris were enjoying their time together—

In the empty villa, Jeanne, Aponia, Rita, Sahrado, and Theresa sat huddled together under the candlelight, looking somewhat bewildered.

Aside from the silver-haired girl who kept eating Turkish snacks and seemed indifferent and aloof, everyone else had their own interesting expressions.

First, Jeanne tapped the table with her index finger with some anxiety, her golden eyes looking around impatiently.

Although Aponia remained seated as if resting with her eyes closed, a closer look would reveal that she had been wiping the vase in her hands dozens of times.

Shahrado wasn't as excited as the previous two, but she was still a little tired. She put her chest on the table to relieve the pressure on her shoulders while observing the gazes of the people around her.

Finally, there's Rita, the maid who was one of Gisela's earliest followers. She's in a state of severe anxiety because her mistress hasn't come home all night. She's sitting in a corner, muttering strange things to herself.

She uttered incomprehensible phrases like "it's better to keep the head and tail," "it's better to perform live dissection," and "it's better to try out ancient methods of mummification." Her hands mechanically sharpened the knife in her hands, her eyes devoid of any spirit, becoming exceptionally empty and dull.

"When are you guys finally going to eat? I'm already full from snacking. She's a magic user, I don't know what you're worried about. If you're going to worry about anyone, you should be worrying about those unemployed people and street thugs in Constantinople." Theresa complained with a hint of helplessness.

The atmosphere has been like this ever since they learned of Gisela's disappearance, and several hours have passed since then.

If there were any issues to resolve, action should have been taken long ago; it wouldn't have waited until now. Right now, the one suffering the most is her own stomach. After all, our beloved Holy See, although known as the papacy's queen, has been pampered since childhood. As someone raised by the pope, she has never been mistreated like this before. The key point is that this is not the kind of escape she experienced last time, but pure torture of being unable to eat even when she has the opportunity.

“Shut up, you little brat. I’m not interested in listening to your nonsense right now.” Jeanne turned her head and gave Delilah a warning look with obvious displeasure. From a young age, Delilah had been taught that France was a “loyal” and “reliable” supporter and advocate of the Papacy. Except for the Avignon Papacy, the League of Blasphemers, and the Thirty Years’ War when they sided with the Protestants, France was truly a dutiful son.

The fear that could drive Deli to madness in the face of this French devil was genuine. She was so frightened that she stood up and quickly hid behind Aponia, peeking out with her little head to observe the French woman who was still looking in her direction. Then she secretly pulled up a corner of Aponia's skirt to wipe her mouth.

"Theresa, you silly lady, mind your manners." Unfortunately, Aponia, who was in a bad mood, was less indulgent towards the lovely Theresa. After placing the vase on the table, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going, Aponia?" For Theresa, among Gisela's subordinates, Aponia was the only companion she could truly trust. After all, she was the one her grandfather had arranged for her, and everyone else was unreliable.

"Instead of wasting time here, we should go into the city and look for it," Aponia said succinctly.

“I agree.” At this moment, Shahrador also stood up and headed towards the gate.

"Aponia, wait for me!" Theresa glanced at the menacing Jeanne Alter before jogging off to catch up with Aponia.

"What about you? Aren't you going?" After seeing Aponia and the others leave, Jeanne Alter turned her gaze to Rita in the corner.

However, Rita remained silent, not answering her question, but continuing to mechanically sharpen the knife in her hands.

“I know you’re not going either, are you? This isn’t the first or second time the fox has done this. We’ll ask her properly when she gets back tomorrow. As for finding her? Humph! I don’t think it’s necessary. I don’t care about her current state.” Jeanne’s tone was somewhat disdainful, as if she really didn’t care about Gisela.

Just then, Rita suddenly stopped sharpening her knife, wiped it with a handkerchief, and put it back in its sheath. Then she stood up and walked solemnly toward the door.

"Hey! Didn't you look like you weren't planning on going?" Jeanne shouted.

Rita responded with firm steps and an unchanging serious expression.

"You guys are all so pretentious about getting things, so I'll go too." Jeanne rubbed her silver hair, then reluctantly stood up and followed Rita's steps.

PS1: Of course, what a big lie!

Chapter 553 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Big News in Capter 50! (Vote Requested)

On the Aegean Sea, aboard the Britannia —

Queen Victoria took off her glasses. In her early years, in order to avoid the restrictions of her tutor, Victoria was keen to read romance novels under the covers, which caused her to become nearsighted. Later, after becoming queen and awakening her magical powers, her nearsightedness problem was still not relieved.

Although she doesn't usually need to take off her glasses to live, she still puts them on when reading important documents to avoid missing any important information.

After taking a deep breath, Victoria rubbed her eyes.

The map on her desk was not the Ottoman Empire map she needed at the moment, but a map of Germany, which had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"If Prussia were to unite with Austria, setting aside national strength, the sheer number of magic users alone would rival that of Britain." Of course, this was just the beginning. If this influence were to spread throughout the German region, it would mean that this formidable alliance would encompass hundreds of millions of people across Europe. Unlike Russia, with its vast territory and underdeveloped economy, this massive alliance situated in Western and Central Europe would be a true monster, and the thought of it kept Victoria awake at night.

Unfortunately, these far-reaching strategic considerations could not sway Parliament's decision, and the cabinet could only see the threats from France and Russia. As for these future matters, Victoria was not confident that she could convince them to believe in her.

In fact, many members of parliament and even the cabinet felt that Victoria was being overly pessimistic. In the German War, Austria, despite its overwhelming advantage, simply chose to maintain the status quo and pursue economic interests, which was essentially a compromise with the British. This was seen by Prime Minister Palmerston as a diplomatic victory; at least Austria's strength remained within Britain's acceptable range, and the status quo in the German-speaking regions had not fundamentally changed. (This was Gisela's strategy.)

As for Austria's reclaim of the Silesia region, this territory was originally a disputed territory between Prussia and Austria, and was Austrian territory that was seized by Prussia during the War of the Austrian Succession. Therefore, Austria's sovereignty over this territory is beyond question.

Returning to the present, the more Victoria views Gisela from her perspective, the more she admires Gisela's boldness. In her country, at least no one questions her decisions, and she can effectively integrate her country's resources to achieve long-term political goals, which are the shortcomings of democratically elected governments.

"Knock knock!" Just then, a knocking sound came from the door.

"Please come in." As Victoria spoke, a tall, thin man entered the room.

"Your Majesty, according to intelligence from Constantinople, your heir, the Prince of Wales, has been in secret contact with the Queen of Austria."

"What!?" Victoria looked somewhat surprised, because at least in her memory, her daughter, the Prince of Wales, was not someone who liked to play power games, which was also the reason why she chose the Prince of Wales as her heir.

“Didn’t I tell her to stay in London?” Victoria slammed her fist on the table in frustration.

“Your Majesty, it is indeed true. This is a photograph of His Highness the Prince of Wales arriving in Valletta before you.” The man then took the photograph from his pocket and handed it to Queen Victoria.

The image shows the Prince of Wales and an attendant boarding a Royal Navy ship docked in Valletta harbor.

"I understand, you may leave now." With a wave of Victoria's hand, the man slowly left the room and closed the door.

Victoria opened the window in front of her and looked at the moon in the sky, her feelings were very complicated.

She didn't want the Prince of Wales to become too attached to power itself too early, because the girl wasn't ready for the weight of the crown.

The beautiful night has come to an end, and the morning sun is slowly rising. After a night of revelry, it is finally time for those who have fallen asleep to wake up.

Gisela slowly opened her sleepy eyes, then looked up through the window at the golden light streaming into the room. Under the Tyndall effect, the room seemed shrouded in a mysterious veil.

"I feel all sticky and want to take a shower," Gisela murmured to herself, observing her disheveled state. Her gaze then shifted downwards, revealing something rather alarming: there was blood on her bedding.

"Holy crap! What on earth happened yesterday?" Gisela's memories were in disarray, perhaps due to her silver-haired mode.

If this had happened in the past, it would have been alright since he was a man, but now it was completely different! Just thinking about it made Gisela break out in a cold sweat, and then he was completely dumbfounded.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd done something pleasurable with a girl, nothing like this had ever happened before. My period started? No, that's not right, it's already over this month.

"What are you doing! You're so energetic so early in the morning. Didn't you say last night that you couldn't even straighten your back?" At this moment, Chloris, who was next to Gisela, rolled around lazily, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Huh? What? You can't straighten your back?" Gisela grabbed Chloris's blanket in a panic and pulled it off.

Perhaps due to lack of sleep, Chloris impatiently tidied her silver-gray hair, rubbed her scarlet eyes, and then sat up.

"What else could I do? You insisted on taking the lead last night, so I went along with you. But I prepared this extra thing." With that, Chloris's lips curled up slightly as she pulled a dark-colored "stick" from under her pillow.

"It comes with a built-in magic energy slot. After injecting magic energy, it can maintain the magic energy state at a suitable level for the human body, and things like temperature can be adjusted accordingly," Chloris said, speaking fluently like a TV salesperson. (Hint: Go back and read Su Beiming's warning.)

Unlike Chloris, who was composed, Gisela stared at the object in Chloris's hand with a look of fear. After measuring it briefly with her eyes, she looked down at her own body and immediately felt a chill run down her spine.

"Don't worry, I was very gentle yesterday. Most of the time, I only went in halfway." As if noticing the confusion in Gisela's eyes, Chloris immediately explained.

"It's about 15cm, around this spot," Chloris said, pointing to Gisela's lower abdomen.

"I used to think you, Rita, and Jeanne had already done it, but I didn't expect it to be your first time. I've hit the jackpot." Gisela was speechless at Chloris's words, and for some reason, she just wanted to label her that way.

"Shut up!" Gisela roared in displeasure.

PS1: That scumbag fox is so lame.

Chapter 554 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter51 Stop Talking and Help Me Up! (Seeking Votes)

"Truly worthy of being members of the Habsburg family, everyone here is a Mars (God of War) in bed." Chloris seemed amused by Gisela's troubled expression, and teased her with a mocking tone.

"Enough, stop talking." Gisela covered her ears awkwardly, her fox tail drooping down to show her embarrassment.

An unprecedented victory! The Prussians did not win on the battlefield, but they won in bed, because they took the virginity of the empress whom they loved and admired.

At this moment, Chloris really wanted to say: Silesia and German hegemony could be obtained by the beautiful and proud Austrian Empress by exchanging her chastity, but in fact, the fox could do it without doing so.

If a man had made such a suggestion, perhaps other female monarchs would have been willing, but given Gisela's temperament, she would absolutely not have been willing to sacrifice her body for the interests of the state. After all, Gisela did not want to be pinned down by a man and act as he pleased.

"It's alright. These toys can only add to the fun, they can't cause anything. I just injected a little magic energy into it. Can magic energy make someone pregnant?" Chloris reassured her, and to be fair, that was true.

Of course, all she got in return was a glare from Gisela.

"Besides, didn't your Austrian priest-biologist Mendel say that only ox (censored sound) can produce offspring normally, and same-sex couples can't?" Chloris said, patting Gisela on the shoulder.

“Claus, you may be a political genius, but you’re a complete idiot when it comes to science!” Gisela shook her head helplessly and then said.

"Gregor Mendel's biological contributions are twofold. The first law of independent assortment states that when parents with two (or more) pairs of contrasting traits are crossed, during the generation of F1 gametes, genes on non-homologous chromosomes assort independently while alleles segregate."

"The second is the law of segregation, which determines the hereditary traits of an organism. A pair of alleles separate during gamete formation, each entering a separate gamete." Gisela had met with Mendel specifically when the Royal Society was established, so she was naturally very familiar with his views. Unlike Gisela's ingrained familiarity, Chloris was full of questions? It was like a liberal arts student listening to Li Kesheng discuss academic issues.

"And I'm not a pea, I don't reproduce by self-pollination," Gisela couldn't help but complain.