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But Marta just looked at him with affection on her face.

"fifth?"

"Of course, it was the spy's luck when he fired. Pistols are notoriously inaccurate, especially in foggy conditions with poor visibility. Judging from the scene we reconstructed later, the person was almost eight meters away from you. To be able to hit your shoulder under those circumstances, you can only say you're incredibly charismatic." Marta couldn't possibly say that the fox was too careless, that a dignified mage would be injured by a regular bullet.

But Marta also bears some responsibility. After all, the other party trusted her so much, and this was within the Austrian Empire. No one would have thought that someone could have infiltrated the blockade.

“Or perhaps some god with a twisted sense of humor wanted me to be shot at that moment.” Gisela shook her head, then sighed. “Miss Marta, your explanation is brilliant. I’m convinced.”

“Hmm, Your Majesty, I am your most loyal subject. And these are all facts. Because it was so difficult to meet all five conditions, I thought everything was foolproof, so I just threw you down. I'm sorry, I didn't think it through.” After saying this, Marta bowed to Gisela, a gesture that caused her breasts to escape from Gisela's palm.

“I still have a question about what happened that night,” Gisela said to Marta, who was still bowing. “Why didn’t you and Jeanne come down together?”

Marta straightened up, giving her a "why would you ask that?" look, and said, "Isn't that obvious? Because I guessed that this mage was here to see you, so I wanted to give you some private time."

Why are you so sure they're looking for me?

“Because my men saw the Chinese characters on her jade pendant through the binoculars, and combined with the existing intelligence, this is the second Eastern magic user to come looking for you.” Because of Afu’s previous experience, Marta’s speculation seemed perfectly reasonable.

"Fine, let's just let that night go. There's really no point in dwelling on it." Since Gisela is alright, she can't very well retaliate against Marta, especially considering how much she'd already sacrificed to recruit her...

PS1: The fox just got paronychia from bumping her nail 0v0!

Chapter 603 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 101 Leisurely Time (Seeking Votes)

"Really? No more investigation?" Marta jumped up, raised her hands, and shouted, "We're through! Hooray!"

"Alright, alright," Gisela sighed. "I just woke up, so I'll try to tone down your wild and unpredictable nature a bit."

"Oh." Marta lowered her hand, sat obediently on the stool, and then said, "You touched me as soon as I woke up, Your Majesty? Do you have everything I have?"

“That’s different. I haven’t touched it in a long time and my hands are itching.” Gisela explained seriously, then continued to reach out and place his hand on the chest of the beautiful woman in front of him, Temata.

This time, Marta spoke in a seductive voice, the kind that made the fox's body go weak.

Gisela ignored her and went straight to the next topic: "After all this trouble, where is the Mystic Magician?"

"Don't worry, she's set up a tent in the garden outside and spends her days wandering around the neighborhood, taking anything that seems to have no owner. As for things that do have owners, she'll leave some odd items in exchange before taking them."

"Leave something in exchange?" Gisela raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, for example, polished pebbles, colored glass shards, and sometimes specimens made from dead small animals."

"That girl is so interesting?" Gisela's mouth dropped open. It seemed this little girl was even more interesting than he had imagined. "I really want to go see her sometime."

As she spoke, Gisela touched her shoulder, her expression somewhat helpless. This time, the wound was not healing as quickly as before, leading Gisela to believe that her abilities were declining. However, she felt that this was more likely related to the dream she was having.

At this moment, Marta said, "Don't worry, you'll see her soon; it's almost time for her to visit you."

Just as Marta finished speaking, something blocked the sunlight streaming in through the window. Gisela turned to look out the window and saw the mysterious magic user standing outside, reaching out as if to open it.

After their eyes met, the girl stopped what she was doing and tilted her head at Gisela.

The last time Gisela saw her was at night. Although the moonlight was nice, it wasn't a suitable environment for human observation. This time, Gisela was finally able to examine the girl closely.

Like other magic users, the girl possessed a stunning appearance. Because of this, even dressed like this, wearing a pair of overalls that workers love and a hard hat that workers also love, she could still attract the attention of every man.

The difference was that she exuded a sense of detachment—or rather, she lacked the everyday warmth and humanity of human society. Standing outside the window, she resembled a small animal long accustomed to the mountains, curiously peering into the human world through the glass.

At that moment, the mysterious magic user pushed open the window, jumped into the room, and came to Gisela's side.

“Eek,” she said.

Gisela paused for a moment, then said, "Ee."

At the same time, after a jolt like an electric current through Gisela's mind, the word "hello" lingered in her head.

Then the girl lowered her head and rummaged through the large bag she was carrying. After a moment, she pulled out a bunch of seashells and small stones and handed them to Gisela.

Gisela took the small items and then noticed that the stones and shells were polished to a high shine and were indeed very beautiful.

Gisela took the little thing, and realizing what it meant, she silently thanked it once, then made an "Eek" sound.

The mysterious magician nodded, then turned back to the window, jumped into the yard, and left.

Gisela was a little worried: "Won't she run away as soon as she sees I'm awake?"

“No, no,” Marta shook her head. “I’ve noticed that she won’t leave until she’s seen all the interesting things around Vienna. By the way, were you talking to her just now? Why were you both making the same noise?”

As Marta spoke, she patted Gisela on the shoulder, marveling at the fox's linguistic talent.

Then she glanced at the time: "Ah, I have to go back to work. Rita will take a break from her busy work this afternoon to take over looking after you. Just ask her if you need anything. I'll be leaving for a bit."

"Wait a minute." Gisela grabbed Marta, who was about to leave. "How about you stay here tonight?"

“Of course.” Marta blinked, then grinned mischievously. “What, you…”

“We can have a frank and open talk tonight,” Gisela said candidly.

Then Marta punched Gisela's shoulder hard and said, "Your injury isn't fully healed yet, so bear with it. Once you're completely recovered, I'll take good care of His Majesty."

That afternoon, Rita rushed into Gisela's room. Gisela was already on the bed with her arms outstretched, ready to welcome her pounce. But Rita immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw His Majesty's daughter, Mia, sitting beside Gisela's bed.

Rita adopted a businesslike expression, and even cleared her throat solemnly before saying, "You're awake."

“Miss Marta has already pounced on me, dear Miss Rita, why don’t you come and give me a good thrashing?” Gisela said. “Your calmness makes me feel very lonely.”

"Your Majesty, please don't compare me to that woman!" Rita said indignantly. "I knew you would wake up sooner or later, that's why I didn't behave so tastelessly."

Gisela shrugged, then pulled her maid sister Rita into her arms and gave her a warm hug.

“You’ve had a tough time these days,” she said to Rita. “But since everything is still the same in Vienna, it means things aren’t too bad.”

Rita raised an eyebrow: "Is Your Majesty referring to my organizational skills? Rita also wishes to help you resolve your problems."

"Hahaha!" Gisela burst into laughter.

"Just kidding. So, how's our sacred grand plan that I set out before I went to sleep going?"

“Rina will give you a detailed report on the situation in Turkey when she returns. In short, I don’t think there’s anything to worry about too much right now. We’ve taken Sarai and are preparing to resist the first counterattack from the Chinese and Russian armies. We’re also making preparations for the withdrawal and related deception operations.” Rita paused. “Some opposition groups within the Empire have been keeping quiet lately because their factories have also received defense orders. Economically, everything is going well due to the orders brought in by the war, and the production of daily necessities has not been affected.”

Gisela nodded: "Very good. We need to pay special attention to the industrial and economic aspects. We can't give too much production capacity to military orders. We also need to watch out for speculators in the futures market. They will definitely want to take advantage of the war to drive up the prices of certain raw materials and make a fortune. I understand their thinking all too well."

PS1: Marta and Gisela have been spending a lot of time together and have let themselves go.

Chapter 604 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 102 "The Little Conch Shell" (Seeking votes)

“I’m doing all of that. I’ve been following Your Majesty for so many years, and I’ve learned a lot.” Rita seemed a little dissatisfied. “You can leave everything to me. Of course, there are some things I still need your advice on, but Your Majesty should just focus on recovering until you’re fully healed. Leave everything else to me.”

"Alright, alright, it's yours now." Gisele flicked Rita's forehead, but Rita pushed his arm away, looking displeased, and said, "Your Majesty, even if you grow up, I will still be yours..."

After saying that, Rita glanced at Mia.

Just then, the Holy See, who had been slacking off for a while, and Aponia pushed open the door and entered the room. When they noticed that Gisela had woken up, Theresa was quite happy and took the lead in coming over.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Rita didn't want to be too intimate with Gisela, so she generously stood up and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're so healthy. Let the Holy See and Mia accompany His Majesty. I still have official business to attend to."

"You're just going to abandon me like this?" Gisela looked at Rita in surprise. "Rita, don't you love me anymore?"

"Why does Your Majesty have such a resentful, womanizing line? It's not befitting your status." As expected of Miss Aponia, her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) was exceptionally fast.

"Alright, Your Majesty, the fact that you can say these things means that you are perfectly healthy. I think you'll be bouncing around again in a few days. Anyway, I'll go and finish up the official business I didn't finish today."

"Stay with me a little longer," Gisela pleaded with her wife Rita this time, her voice filled with genuine sincerity.

"Alright, I really have something to attend to this time. Your Majesty, if possible, please return to your post as soon as possible so that everyone can relax a bit." As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Even though the fox has established a constitutional monarchy and has a cabinet to assist him, these few years are a critical period for the country's development. Any negligence or wrong decision could lead to the collapse of Gisela's plan to become a powerful nation.

"Miss Jeanne contacted me and said she'll probably be back in Vienna from Herrelich tomorrow. She probably won't have much to do here, so she should be able to keep you company."

"What will happen to the troops at the front if she comes back?" Gisela asked with a worried look. "Didn't you say that the Russian army is about to launch an offensive? It would be a big taboo for the commander-in-chief to leave the front-line command at this time."

“General Moltke is still at the front, so there’s no need to worry.” Rita paused. “General Moltke may not know how to command mechanized troops in combined air and ground attack operations, but he should have no problem commanding simple ground defenses. Moreover, he has far more experience in organizing troops than Jeanne.”

Gisela nodded, agreeing with Rita's opinion.

Moltke had always been Fox's top choice for chief of staff, but unfortunately she was loyal to Prussia. Now that Cloris had sent Moltke to Turkey to command the Allied forces, Fox finally had a real chance to use this legendary chief of staff and have some fun with him.

It would be even better if Bismarck could be her prime minister, but unfortunately, Bismarck has become a woman Gisela can never have.

It is worth mentioning that when planning the attack on Sarai, Gisela also wanted to extend her influence to every corner of the plan, but when she saw the huge list and timetable in the supply plan drawn up by the staff, she backed down and only drew and wrote on the big map, then asked the staff how likely it was to achieve this tactical objective, and then fine-tuned the plan based on the various information fed back by the staff.

Before his transmigration, Gisela read stories in historical texts about how a small staff of a few people could command a massive army and didn't see anything wrong with it. But now he knows how large a staff group is needed to coordinate and manage large-scale troop movements.

No wonder many military history books emphasize the role of a high-quality staff group. In the past, Gisela thought that this role was to come up with better battle plans. Now he understands: only a high-quality staff team can make this huge machine called "modern army" operate efficiently. Formulating battle plans is the commander's job. The staff is responsible for implementing the commander's plans into the troops.

Without an efficient staff, a commander's plans might never even leave the headquarters.

Fortunately, Gisela emphasized staff training and poached many instructors from Prussian military academies with high salaries. Officers trained through this system were of excellent quality, and Gisela placed high hopes on them.

The person who laid the foundation for all of this was General Moltke, so in terms of experience in commanding troops, General Moltke was certainly far superior to Gisela and Jeanne. As for Miss Boroevich, she was also actively fulfilling her duties.

So Gisela can finally relax.

At this moment, Rita said to Gisela again, "Well then, I'll be going now?"

"If you can't bear to leave, then stay a little longer," Gisela joked, but Rita simply closed the door and left.

Gisela turned to look at Theresa beside her, pondered for a moment, and then smiled and said:

It's been a long time since we last met, and Miss Aponia must be very grateful for your hard work these past few days.

"I thought you and Miss Rita had forgotten about us. I didn't expect your husband to come to see you first, but instead your maid came." Theresa naturally didn't know about Marta's matter, and at this moment she was still pretending to be a mature elder. If you ignored her white-haired loli appearance, this might be more convincing.

"Mia, would you like to hear a song?"

"How about Mommy sings a song for you?"

"Sing, Mom, do you want to sing?" Although Mia had heard of her mother's nickname, the Queen of Music, she had never actually heard Gisela sing.

Gisela cleared her throat, thought for a moment, and began to sing Two Tigers. She also tried other children's songs, but the two children present, especially the Holy See, thought they were just average, even a bit childish.

So Gisela raised the age of the songs a bit, starting with some songs she sang in elementary school. First was "Singing and Smiling," and the throne finally quieted down. The two little ones swayed to the beat, waving their hands like concert fans, looking absolutely adorable.

After the second song was finished, there was a sound from the window of the room, and the young man from the village crawled in from outside, holding a wire with an extra-large grilled fish stuck in it.

She ate while glancing at Gisela, her expression seemingly saying, "You continue."

It seems there's some truth to the saying that music knows no borders; good music can resonate everywhere.

So Gisela began to sing "The Little Conch Shell" to her fellow villager.

This concert, which only had three audience members, continued until lunchtime.

PS1: Gisela the Queen of Children's Songs

Chapter 605 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 103 Jeanne Becomes Frank (Seeking Votes)

The next day at noon, Jeanne's plane landed at an airport near Vienna.

Jeanne hurriedly said a few words to the people who picked her up after getting off the plane, then jumped into the car and sped towards the Hofburg Palace.

As Jeanne entered the palace gates, she looked like she wanted to jump out of the car and run there, but she had to maintain her noble image as a mage, so she sat there restlessly looking around. Suddenly, she saw the mysterious Eastern mage swinging a hammer and smashing something by the fountain, so she called for the car to stop.

After getting off the bus, Jeanne walked up to the girl and discovered that she was using a hammer to smash the shell of a snail-like creature that had appeared out of nowhere.

On the nearby campfire, a row of snails were already roasting, with juices constantly flowing from their bodies and dripping into the fire, making a sizzling sound.

Jeanne's mouth was slightly open. When she left the Hofburg, the girl had not yet made her nest in the Hofburg's gardens, so she was quite surprised by the wild and natural scene she was in now.

An elderly gardener nearby, who was trimming a flowerbed, seemed unfazed by the scene and continued trimming. Jeanne raised her voice slightly and asked from afar, "Has she been staying here the whole time?"

“Yes, this girl has been here for quite some time,” the old gardener replied immediately. “The guards seem to have been ordered to leave her alone and are even keeping watch for her nearby. Lord Magician, who is this girl?”

"...If nothing unexpected happens, she is a magic user, just like me."

As soon as Jeanne finished speaking, the old man's expression changed drastically: "What? She really is a magic user? This... Oh dear! I received so much game and vegetables from her, I'll go get the money right now..."

“No, no need,” Jeanne called to the flustered old man. “Those things are her way of thanking you for your loyal service. Please accept them without hesitation. In their country, there’s a custom called ‘returning a favor many times over.’” This was a principle Gisela had taught Jeanne. If we were to put it on a higher level, using a more convoluted poem, it would be:

"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon."

This old gardener's ancestors were all gardeners who served the royal family. If it weren't for the royal family's appreciation, she wouldn't have gotten this well-paid job, which also allowed her to receive a good education. Therefore, although he couldn't fully understand the Eastern way of thinking from Jeanne's words, he could understand her emotions.

In short, this is what is known as "repaying a debt of gratitude".

"Thank you!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief. On another level, the awe that ordinary people have for magic users is still deeply rooted in many people's hearts, especially these elderly people who are over fifty years old. "But Lady Jeanne, isn't this new magic user... uh, isn't she a bit... She never speaks, and is always like this..."

At this point, the girl placed the newly skewered snails next to the campfire, then picked up two skewers that were almost cooked, and handed one of them to Jeanne.

"Hey, do you want it for me?" Jeanne's eyes widened, then she remembered that the girl might not understand German, so she raised her finger and pointed to the kebab and then to herself.

The girl nodded.

It seems she isn't completely unable to communicate.

Jeanne took the snail skewer, intending to just make a show of it and return to the car, but the girl kept staring at her with innocent, bright eyes. So Jeanne could only sigh and bite a snail off the wire.

The taste is unexpectedly good.