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To put it another way, even though France was on such good terms with the Empire last year, she doubted that they would abandon her if she were to actually go into exile there.

Of course, Gisela also understood that these were all just hypothetical, and that there would be many difficulties in the actual implementation process. Therefore, everything needed to be done steadily and slowly, and that her plan had already been quietly completed more than halfway.

“By the way, Your Highness! That’s one of the Pace family’s businesses in Budapest. Because it’s involved in the sex industry, a lot of money flows into it, which makes it difficult to trace.” Rita pointed to a small sign written in Hungarian and then towards the depths of the alley.

She can instruct her subordinates to do some things, but she also prefers to see things for herself, since the rules of this world and the logic of social operation are different from her traditional understanding of history.

"Comparatively, there are greater opportunities to obtain intelligence in the gray area." For ordinary intelligence officers, risk and reward always go hand in hand, but Gisela doesn't have as many concerns as they do.

In fact, Leopold's death also greatly shocked Gisela, making her realize that she lacked a truly powerful intelligence agency to assist her in dealing with certain special issues. This was something that Hannah's Rothschild family intelligence network could not replace.

She's still willing to make more connections before finding the right talent.

PS1: Touch!

Chapter 320 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 36 Budaburg and "Budaburg"

Budaburg...what a morbidly humorous name. Gisela sighed, rubbing her forehead in exasperation, because the place shared the same name as the palace where she lived.

“Your Highness, perhaps you should wait outside. Miss Aponia will be joining us soon.” Rita, whether out of personal considerations or to avoid embarrassing her Highness, proactively reminded Gisela.

"Why?" Gisela tilted her head, looking puzzled and confused.

“Because that kind of place is too early for you!” Rita looked at the brightly lit Buda Castle and regretted bringing Gisela here. She didn’t want to corrupt the innocent (?) princess.

But the thought of the beautiful princess walking into the room alone, only to be stopped by a group of fierce-looking, burly men, who, before she could even speak, threw out a small bag of coins and roughly tore her clothes apart, exposing her smooth, fair skin—a body as exquisite as Aphrodite's—was enough to drive even the gods mad!

His Highness cried and begged for mercy, pounding his fists on the abuser's body. But each time His Highness resisted, the abuser exerted more force on him. Finally, His Highness cried until his tears ran dry and his voice became hoarse. When everything seemed unavoidable, he appeared at His Highness's most desperate moment.

She would plunge a dagger into the chest of the abuser, severing their heads, then rescue the princess, pulling her into her arms. Rita clearly preferred to be on top rather than the domineering silver-haired prince…

Gisela didn't notice Rita's distraction and walked straight into the depths of the alley.

"Will there be scantily clad, sexy older women inside? And all sorts of dazzling and erotic scenes?" To be honest, she was actually a little excited when she thought about the scenes she had seen in adult films before. After all, satisfying one's curiosity is something to be overjoyed about.

"Ahem! I'm here to do something important." Gisela quickly shook her head and patted her cheeks. But as she felt the heavy money pouch at her waist rattle, Gisela made a perfectly reasonable decision.

"It wouldn't be too much to ask for one lady of each kind, would it?"

"Eh!" Where is His Highness? As her mind cooled down and she returned to normal, Rita discovered that Gisela, who should have been standing in front of her, had long since disappeared. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh no! Her Highness the Princess is missing!" Rita cried out as she rushed inside.

"Excuse me! Sister, is this Budaburg?" At this moment, a little girl with silver hair and blue eyes called out to Rita, who was walking in a hurry.

“That’s right, this is Budaburg.” Rita first observed the dirty little girl in front of her, then nodded. After all, this place is indeed called Budaburg, isn’t it?

"Great! I haven't eaten anything since I got lost from my sister yesterday, but we've finally arrived at our destination." The little girl wiped the sweat from her brow, looking very tired.

"Thank you so much, sister." After saying that, the silver-haired girl walked into the depths of the alley.

"Wait a minute, kid! Do you know what's in there?!" Rita frowned, looking somewhat confused. After all, it was really bad for a little girl to go to such a place.

"Of course I know!" The silver-haired girl ran inside without looking back. After all, Durandal had once told her not to talk too much with strangers, and to stay away from them when they asked her about her actions.

"Strange brat." Rita crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and murmured as she watched the silver-haired girl disappear into the distance.

"What's that?" Rita's gaze fell on a glittering cross that the little girl had dropped on the ground, and she went over to pick it up.

"Why does this look so familiar?" Rita said after resting her chin on her hand and holding the item in front of her for a moment, thinking about it.

"I'll give it back to her when I come out later."

"Oh right, where is His Highness?!" The maid seemed to have thought of this serious problem again, and her gaze turned to another alley in front of her.

"Could it be..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At this point, Giseyinglin's father had indeed entered the depths of the alley, and then, at its end, after passing through a set of steps, finally arrived at a space converted from a city sewer.

The walls are decorated with glazed tiles, and the candles, covered with glass of different colors, emit a beautiful glow. Women in revealing clothes and men in well-dressed clothes walk back and forth. The air is filled with a decadent and corrupt fragrance, which makes people involuntarily intoxicated. Not only will your body be empty, but your wealth will also be sucked away.

Seeing such a luxurious place, Gisela had a momentary illusion that the money she had brought with her might not be enough.

"Young master, come in and play!"

"No! Come here to my sister instead." Soon, the ladies on the street, like wild animals that have caught the scent of their prey, all tacitly focused their attention on this handsome young man.

The worldly-wise women could tell from Gisela's appearance and behavior that she was a young newcomer, and such young men were exactly their targets. These men were often wealthy and easily satisfied; their lack of emotional experience might make them more devoted than others. Even if they didn't aspire to be wives, being a mistress was better than continuing as a lowly prostitute, especially since the "young man" was exceptionally handsome. (Unexpected Reality)

"Stop pulling and tugging!" Gisela had never met such enthusiastic older women before, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Young master, don't be shy! Any kind of play is OK!"

"Huh?" Gisela heard a startling statement while she was surrounded by people.

"Then it's free for my first time, young master!" A woman wrapped her arms around Gisela's waist from behind, pressing her ample breasts against her back. The various advances and seductive poses filled Gisela's vision, leaving her completely bewildered.

"Enough! I have things to do!" Gisela tried to push the women away, but she seemed too popular and couldn't seem to get rid of them without using her magic.

It's true that those who don't work hard become women's playthings, so boys also need to learn to protect themselves outside...

PS1: If you don't work hard, you'll become a rich woman's plaything.

Chapter 321 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 37 The Woman Named Mata Hari (Vote Requested)

"This is a gold coin. Whoever gets it keeps it." Gisela took out a gold coin from her waist, showed it to everyone for a moment, and then tossed it into the air. Immediately, the greedy women swarmed to grab the gold coin, and Gisela took advantage of the chaos to slip into a bar.

"Ya ne, ya ne daze." Gisela straightened her clothes with her hands, mimicking Jotaro's classic way of speaking from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, and walked to the bar to sit down.

"Sir! Being popular isn't always a good thing," the bartender said with a smile as he wiped a glass.

“Indeed, sir, a whiskey on the rocks, please.” Gisela pushed a few crowns toward the bartender, taking the opportunity to observe the kind-looking bartender in front of her.

“Whiskey is a gentleman’s drink, but actually vodka is more popular here.” The bartender took the money Gisela handed him and then took a bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind him.

"There's a saying in Russia that Russian men mostly die from two things: first, alcoholism; second, a fierce wife." Gisela's joke actually comes from Anton Chekhov, the famous Russian critical realist writer. But if we consider the author's age, this master is actually only 11 years old now.

“Sir, that’s an interesting point.” The bartender added ice to the glass with tongs, poured in the orange wheat drink, and then handed it to Gisela.

"Really? I thought you Russians would understand a bit more." Gisela took the glass and sipped. Gisela didn't realize that her body had already started to get used to drinking alcohol, because when facing pressure, alcohol was sometimes the best way to relieve stress, just like Miss Bismarck, the Prime Minister of Prussia.

“Sir, you’re joking. Not all Russians are addicted to alcohol.” Gisela could easily tell if someone was Russian; the accent with its rolled "r" and the constant mention of vodka were unmistakably Slavic.

At this moment, a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a pretty face walked out from the stage in the distance of the bar. She first smiled and bowed to the guests present, and then began to sing, while her body swayed and danced to the melody.

Her flowing black hair was beautiful and captivating, and her heavenly voice was mesmerizing. At this moment, Gisela seemed to be moved by this woman. Of course, this was not love, but admiration, because she never expected that such a radiant and stunning beauty would exist in such a somewhat improper place.

"Who is she?" Gisela asked the bartender, fiddling with a strand of blonde hair by her ear and tilting her head.

"She's our bar's top star, the lead stripper, Mata Hari," the bartender said, his eyes filled with reverence and pride.

"A stripper? Then why does she only sing and dance?" Gisela said, puzzled. In her opinion, the other party should be keen on pushing the boundaries to make a lot of money from these customers.

"Sir, beautiful goods are precious because they are rare, and similarly, beautiful people are more alluring when they are hidden away, aren't they? And as businessmen, our boss needs her to fetch a truly good price." This isn't a respectable place, and such remarks are perfectly normal in this setting.

Even so, the idea of ​​treating people as commodities still made Gisela somewhat uncomfortable, after all, Gisela came from 21st-century China.

The name Mata Hari sounded strangely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but unfortunately, she couldn't remember where she had heard it before at all.

"Sir, if you're interested in her, you might as well go over and take a look. Prepare a gift. If Miss Harley is interested, it wouldn't be difficult for you to spend the night with her. However..." The bartender glanced at the tall pile of gift boxes wrapped in paper below the stage not far away.

"Won't she offend someone powerful by doing this?" For an ordinary stripper, casually refusing an invitation from someone with power and influence would obviously be very unwise.

"Sir, as everyone knows, our boss is from the Pest family. Even our Prime Minister, Count Andrássy, has to show him respect in Hungary." These are not secrets that cannot be told, but rather common knowledge in Budapest. It's just that outsiders like Gisela are unaware of this.

"What is the relationship between the man from the Pace family and the Earl?" Gisela asked casually, seeing that the bartender seemed inclined to say more.

"I, a nobody, dare not presume to guess what these important figures are thinking. However, according to the rumors I've heard, the two seem to be at odds. Not long ago, the Earl and the head of the family had a meeting here, but it ended badly with a huge disagreement."

"Instead of that, let's talk about the latest news. Sir, do you know that our King... has sent his daughter, Princess Gisela, to Budapest? I'm really curious what the involvement of the royal family, represented by the beautiful princess, in this game will bring to Hungary." The bartender's tone carried an indescribable anticipation.

"You seem to be really looking forward to Her Highness's performance?"

"Of course! She's the youngest mage in our empire right now, and a genius with outstanding military achievements in Italy!"

"To be honest, I'm already fed up with the infighting among us nobles. After all, I don't care who's in charge, we ordinary people don't care. On the contrary, we've heard that Her Highness the Princess is doing quite well in Bohemia."

“I’m also looking forward to what surprises Your Highness will bring to Hungary…” Gisela said softly with a smile, then left the bar and walked toward the edge of the stage.

Flirting with unfamiliar girls is not his forte. If he were truly skilled in this area, he would have been a player in his past life.

Gifts aside, she also has another identity: the foremost musical prodigy of the Viennese court. (If the princess wants to be number one, will anyone dare to challenge her?)

With these thoughts in mind, Gisela fixed her gaze on the man playing the violin, gracefully walked up to him, snatched the violin from his hands, and casually took a rose from his chest, before leaping onto the stage.

The crowd immediately erupted into a commotion because of Gisela's actions. Mata Hari also stopped her graceful steps due to Gisela's sudden appearance and looked at the unusual guest in front of her with some surprise.

PS1: It's almost the weekend again, and I'm going on a business trip tomorrow.

Chapter 322 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 38 Rita and the Silly Goose (Seeking Votes)

Gisela didn't say much, but smiled at the beautiful lady in front of her, then gracefully handed the flowers to Marta. After blinking, she straightened up and began to play a piece on her violin.

"Csrds" (The Czardas) originated from the nomadic Gypsies and was arranged by the renowned Italian violinist Vittorio Monti in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Based on Hungarian folk songs, it is famous for its lively and cheerful rhythm. However, due to Gisela's performance, this piece has clearly become a work she "prematurely" composed.

As the music played, Gisela's body swayed rhythmically, and Mata Hari quickly understood Gisela's intention, so her body also began to dance to the new music.

At this moment, the bar's security guard, in order to maintain order, tried to climb up and take Gisela off the stage, but just as he was about to climb to the edge of the stage, Gisela kicked him off.

And so, Gisela played her instrument on stage while using her agile and elegant steps to evade the guards' interference, creating an atmosphere as comical as a stage comedy.

Looking at the striking young man before her, Mata Hari couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. Gisela herself probably didn't realize that her methods of picking up girls had become frighteningly sophisticated.

Of course, the happy times were short-lived. As the music ended, Gisela realized it was time for her to leave. With that thought, she tossed her violin to Miss Mata Hari. Then, she walked to the window, bowed to everyone, and leaped out. The sudden movement caught even the guards trying to catch her off guard.

Watching the boy walk away, Miss Mata Hari gently stroked her violin, a smile appearing on her beautiful face.

Gisela, who jumped out of the window, tripped over an "obstacle" and rolled into a mud pit on the side with it.

"What the hell... Kid, are you alright?" Gisela complained as she struggled to get up, only to notice a silver-haired little girl lying not far from her, who seemed to have fainted.

"Wait a minute, what is this?!" As a former pioneering cleaner who had done the splits and then boarded a train, Gisela was all too familiar with this girl who had fallen to the ground. If Rita's appearance was just an accident, then this little girl who looked almost exactly like the world's cutest girl was definitely not an accident. At this moment, Gisela deeply felt a kind of malice from the creator god.

On the street outside the gold mine, a weary-looking blonde woman stared blankly at the passersby. Her unsteady gait made people instinctively try to keep their distance, as such a female beggar seemed like she might die at any moment, and being entangled with her was somewhat unlucky.

"The Holy See is gone..." Durandal repeated the same words in a low voice. This was a devastating blow to her, both in terms of her duties and her faith. Who could have imagined that Budapest had so many people! The city is now almost larger than Rome! The little girl who had been following her disappeared without a trace in just a few blocks, and the Holy See's terrible sense of direction was a well-known fact within the Vatican.

"Damn it! Where did Aunt Flo go?!" Durandal scratched her golden hair, pounding on the wall with a guilty tone.

"I'll search a little longer. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Budapest and seek help from the Habsburg princess." With this thought, Durandal rallied and continued walking forward.

After walking along the road for about ten minutes, Durandal finally saw a woman at an intersection holding a cross necklace that the Holy See always carried. She immediately knew her answer. Ignoring her exhaustion, she slid the dagger from her sleeve to her fingertips and slowly walked towards the woman.

"Her Highness should be inside. If we go in now, we should be able to get her out in time." Rita took a deep breath, casually put the cross into her pocket, and walked towards the alley.

"No, there's a magical energy fluctuation!" Rita frowned slightly, quickly turned around to look in the direction Durandal had come from, then gently lifted the hem of her skirt with her left hand, and skillfully reached for the weapon tied to her inner thigh with her right hand. She then bent down and lowered her center of gravity.

Rita is, after all, an excellent mage and Gisela's personal maid, so this basic combat skill is something she must possess.

After seeing the woman enter a state of alert, Durandal's lips curled up slightly. Then, he lunged at Rita in a flash, the blade hidden in his sleeve gleaming coldly in the light.

"Give her back to me!" Durandal's thrust, faster than Rita could see, aimed straight for her neck. The two waves of magical energy ignited instantly, like ripples on a calm lake.

With a loud bang, Rita was sent flying, stumbling across the stone pavement before coming to a stop. Thanks to her quick reflexes, she only suffered a small cut on her right arm from the dagger; blood seeped out slightly but was not fatal.

“Miss, I don’t remember taking that so-called her from you,” Rita replied to the woman, somewhat puzzled, while the magic dagger in her right hand was being charged.

“You Jesuit lackeys! The cancer of the Church! Holding His Majesty’s tokens while feigning innocence! Don’t think you can distort the truth in Rome; this is Budapest.” Durandal threw the dagger in his hand at Rita, and the weapon, emitting a white light, flew towards her.

"I don't even know what you're talking about, but if you want to fight, I'm all for it." Rita raised her weapon, ready to defend herself, and instantly mobilized the magical energy within her body.

Although Durandal and Rita are not magic users, they are among the most powerful magic users in terms of combat strength. Their battle was all-out from the very beginning...

Just then, a scythe fell from the sky, blocking the dagger thrown by Durandal and separating the two perfectly.

"Miss Durandal, Miss Rita, it seems there's been some misunderstanding between you," the gray-haired woman said with a smile, her foot lightly resting on the scythe handle.

PS1: Yay! There's a concert tonight!

Chapter 323 The Fall of St. Stephen's Crown: Capter 39 The Wicked Woman's Scheme (Seeking Votes)

At this moment, Gisela and the Holy See were together—

"Is your name Theresa?" Gisela, disregarding her own mud-covered and disheveled appearance, approached the silver-haired girl, trying to wake her. The petite, doll-like little girl lay quietly on the ground. Of course, Gisela had no idea how hungry this girl, so resembling Theresa, was, or how weak she was.

"Sir, this little sister of the Spirit VI Flag is probably just too tired." A gentle female voice entered Gisela's ears. Gisela turned around abruptly and saw the lady who was performing with her on stage.

“Mata Hari? Aren’t you still inside?” Gisela looked up, looking somewhat confused. Logically, with the commotion she had just caused, the scene should have been chaotic.

“Sir, your performance just now was so perfect, it makes me really want to get to know you.” Marta smiled at Gisela, then crouched down and slowly approached her. As the woman drew closer, a faint scent of perfume wafted into Gisela’s nostrils. Having learned her lesson from Thiers before, Gisela instinctively pinched her nose and held her breath. The perfume emanating from a strange woman was something Gisela had to be wary of, because it was so difficult to guard against.

“Sir, your reaction is quite interesting. How about we take our conversation a little further?” Marta murmured enticingly in a seductive tone.

“Miss, as you can see, I still have things to do…” Before Gisela could finish speaking, Marta wrapped her arms around Gisela’s slender neck and used her weight and momentum to push her to the ground.

"Can't we talk about this later?" Marta pressed down on Gisela and took off her hat, instantly revealing her blonde hair and fox ears. Gisela's burning gaze showed a brief moment of surprise, and her movements paused slightly. However, this astonishment was quickly replaced by a playful smile on her face.