Chapter 532 Bismarck's Hell

Garibaldi was a brave soldier, a fierce lion, but his political talent was insufficient. His fanaticism was more worrying than his courage, and his actions would only bring chaos, not order.

Napoleon III was a very cunning diplomat, and his schemes forced me to be vigilant at all times. His shortcoming was that he was a man with too many fantasies, and his political ideas were full of romanticism, not realism. His end was the natural result of his personal character and policies, because he often failed to make the right decisions when decisive action was needed.

As for Sir Arthur Hastings, he was undoubtedly an excellent politician, but his character was different from Viscount Palmerston, who preferred adventure and pursued short-term interests. Perhaps because he had been a policeman in his early years, Arthur usually valued the long-term continuity of policies, social order and stability.

He rarely spoke publicly, and his behavior was so low-key that it seemed as if he was insignificant in Britain. However, if anyone really thought so, they were wrong. Because all careful people will find that this hero in the hearts of the British people, their cabinet secretary, although he didn't talk much. But every time he speaks in political affairs, it will determine where the final victory will tilt.

Arthur and I have been friends for many years. Of course, I have a good relationship with Mr. Disraeli. However, my relationship with Arthur is more special than pure friendship. Because he has been my nightmare for many years, and this complex relationship between us has continued from my student days to the present, from beginning to end.

——Otto von Bismarck, the Chancellor of the German Empire, visited Britain for the last time before leaving office in 1890. He attended the state funeral ceremony and presented a wreath to the deceased at the Palace of Westminster with the eulogy "A good doctor has no glorious name, and a good warrior has no glorious merit."

In the classroom at the University of Göttingen, although the professor's tone was ups and downs, Bismarck still couldn't concentrate on the class.

He looked at his bandaged hands and felt that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

In the past week, he challenged Arthur almost every day.

At first, he did this to regain his title as the strongest duelist in Göttingen, but later, this suicidal duel basically became a pathetic act of maintaining a man's dignity.

During these days, the weapons Arthur used to defeat him included but were not limited to the German longsword, the English short sword, the French small sword, the Swiss two-handed broadsword, the Scottish Highland broadsword, the knight's double-edged one-handed sword, the military saber, etc.

In the process, Arthur also showed him the gorgeous and light Italian Fiore Swift Sword, the pragmatic representative of the English Silver Flow Sword, the German Meyer Flow Long Sword, the ancestor of the New Year's Sword, and the German two-handed sword created by the legendary German swordsman Johannes Lichtner.

As one of the drafters of the Scotland Yard Sword Fighting Manual, Arthur of course also showed Bismarck the professional swordsmanship of the Scotland Yard police.

It can be said that these days, Bismarck has different tricks every time he is beaten.

It is true that Bismarck's dueling skills are good, but his skills are nothing compared to Bertrand, the Paris Sword Saint, who was Arthur's former opponent.

Although Arthur finally defeated Bertrand with great difficulty by using the power of money, he can definitely be said to be able to deal with Bismarck easily.

Moreover, in most cases, Arthur doesn't even need to use too many skills.

Even if it's just a sword fight, Bismarck, the player who is the king of the novice village, will be suppressed by Sir Arthur Hastings, the second-stage player who has already changed his job.

The thick bandages on Bismarck's hands are proof of this.

Since he and Arthur started fighting, the knuckles of his hands have never healed, and now he even feels pain when holding a pen.

After Bismarck realized the huge gap in strength between himself and the new professor of electromagnetism, Bismarck, who couldn't win or scold, could only give Arthur the nickname "Boar Warrior". Because he felt that Arthur was like a wild boar when he was fighting with swords, and he was just ramming around everywhere.

However, although the physical pain was unbearable, the mental blow made Bismarck even more heartbroken.

"What did you learn from today?"

Every time he defeated Bismarck lightly, he would always ask this soul-torturing question, so that Bismarck would dream about it and suddenly wake up.

When Bismarck thought of that guy's smiling face, he wanted to smash him with a punch.

However, the only problem now is that his ability cannot fulfill his wish.

As a fan of traditional German martial arts, Bismarck felt infinite sadness in his heart.

Germany was once a fertile ground for duels where countless great swordsmen emerged. Those famous swordsmen had defended the dignity of German martial arts with their long swords.

However, in the 19th century, because of his lack of ability, he had to give the title of Göttingen Swordsman to an Englishman, which was something Bismarck could not accept in any way.

In Bismarck's view, Arthur Hastings was not only insulting him, but also insulting the glory of the entire German traditional martial arts. However, professors throughout the university were indifferent to this, and the student societies with philistine views, although they had strong support for German nationalism, also turned a blind eye to Arthur Hastings's behavior.

The sons of those farmers and traders had no idea what a sense of honor was, let alone whether the title of No. 1 in Göttingen was placed on the heads of foreigners.

Every time he thought about this, Bismarck felt a kind of anger from the bottom of his heart. He was the only one in Göttingen who inherited the glorious tradition of Germany.

The great German swordsman! Lichtner, Talhofer, von Danz, and Meyer were possessed by their souls at this moment! He, Bismarck, represents the long history and tradition of German martial arts. At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone! Arthur Hastings was helpless as the sword penetrated his left rib!

Germany wins! He didn't give the British any chance! Long live Germany! Long live Germany! Great German martial arts, great German duel! He is a paladin of the Teutonic Knights tonight, a Praetorian Guard of the Holy Roman Empire, and he performed extremely bravely! Bismarck stood up!

Choking!

That was the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and the sound of the young man's proud glass heart being completely shattered.

Bismarck came out of his reverie in a daze.

The gentle voice that reminded him of death sounded in his ears again: "So, what did you learn from today's incident?"

It was only then that Bismarck suddenly discovered that class had ended long ago, and he did not know when he came to the lawn in front of the British guy's office, and he also swallowed the nine words facing Arthur Hastings. The bitter fruit of a losing streak.

Bismarck was trembling all over. If he had to describe his mood, despair was the most appropriate way to describe it.

Seeing the young man trembling but not giving him an answer, Arthur asked again: "What did you learn from today's incident? Mr. Bismarck."

"What did you learn?" Bismarck clenched his teeth, clenched his hands and clenched his fists, and punched Arthur in the face: "I learned from your grandma. I hate learning, why do you insist on making things difficult for me!"

Arthur easily caught Bismarck's fist with his palm, and then took out Bismarck's report card from his pocket: "Of course there is no problem if you hate studying. I respect everyone's preferences and think this is your freedom. But , Mr. Bismarck, if you hate studying, at least you have to perform better in duels. With your current level, let alone join the army, even if you recruit two random policemen from my old department, Scotland Yard. , you can’t even deal with it.”

After saying this, Arthur turned around and said: "Also, your debt problem is also very serious. Many of your classmates complained to the school that the debts you owed them have long been due, but you still haven't repaid them. Meaning. If you are not good at studying and can't join the army, what job are you going to do to pay off your debt? Do you want to ask your parents for help? "

Arthur's words pierced Bismarck's mind. The young man pointed at Arthur and said angrily: "Asking my parents to help pay off debts, I am not the only one doing this kind of thing."

Arthur knew that this boy would probably say this. He smiled and took out a letter from his pocket and handed it over: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bismarck, your mother sent a letter to the school not long ago, which revealed her love for you. Concerned about your academic performance. She also said that if your performance does not improve, she will refuse to pay off your debt. Moreover, she also plans to transfer you to Berlin to receive a more rigorous education at the University of Berlin."

"Berlin……"

When Bismarck heard about this city, his eyes couldn't help but show emotions mixed with fear.

Because that's where he spent his elementary and middle school years.

In fact, for nobles like the Bismarck family living in rural areas, finding a tutor to teach their children is nothing new. But for Bismarck's mother, Wilhelmina, who came from a scholarly family in the civil class, this was unimaginable. She believed that her sons must receive the blessings of schools that embraced the new Prussian values ​​of the Reformation era as early as possible.

After careful selection for her sons, she finally decided on the Pullman School in Berlin as her destination.

Because Friedrich Ludwig Jahn, the founder of the German national gymnastics movement, taught there. Bismarck's brother Bernhardt lived in Pullman's student dormitory two years before him, and every time he came home, he would tactfully state to his mother that the school was different from what she thought.

But Wilhelmine, who had always been strict, threatened her two sons that no matter what the school was like, if their grades were not outstanding, they would not come back to see their parents.

Fearing this threat, Bismarck patted his chest and promised his mother that he would do his best.

Bismarck, who had just turned 7 years old, sent his first letter in his life to his mother from Pullman School. Although the content of the letter was against his will, it was quite formal - Dear Mother! I'm doing well here, my scores have come down, I'm doing very well in the exam, I hope you'll be happy about it.

In fact, for Bismarck, the Plamann School was like a prison. Children would wake up early in the morning with bruises all over their bodies from being stabbed with blunt swords used for fencing practice. Not only were they often subjected to corporal punishment and beatings, but they also did not have enough to eat.

But what made these young nobles who studied at the Praman School feel the most painful were the teachers from the middle class who "hated the aristocracy like a bewitching gymnast."

In such a life, Bismarck's only comfort was to look out the window at the farmland not far away. Every time he saw a few cows pulling a cart on the ridge, Bismarck would cry bitterly because he missed the rural life in his hometown of Kneiphof.

Bismarck stared at the letter in Arthur's hand, but never took it.

He gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time, and then he finally gritted his teeth and read: "That mother who loves literature and art is really uncomfortable in educating her children. Although she has long announced that she has given up this kind of education, it is only in her feeling. It is because of her that I hate the petty bourgeoisie, and I will never fall in love with any shitty learning!"

Arthur saw Bismarck's appearance and immediately knew what was hidden in it.

He extended his hand and invited: "Oh, you look like you're not in a good mood, Mr. Bismarck. How about we go have a drink? I'll treat you."

Bismarck brushed away Arthur's hand and said with disgust: "Why are you pretending to be mature here? You are obviously only a few years older than me. You are just a fool who has read too much and got a professorship because of luck."

Arthur was not annoyed when he heard it. He smiled and said: "In a sense, your conclusion is not wrong. But does it affect my idea of ​​treating you to a beer?"

Bismarck was sulking alone. He didn't say a word for a long time. Suddenly he raised his head and asked: "Is your mother strict with you?"

"Well..." Arthur pinched his chin and thought: "If I have a mother, it's not that I don't have this. possibilities."

"You..." Now it was Bismarck's turn to be surprised: "What about your father?"

Arthur smiled: "Same."

"Uh..." Bismarck realized that he might have said something wrong, and he took off his hat awkwardly to apologize: "I... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were an orphan."

After speaking, Bismarck felt that it seemed insincere to say so, so he suggested again: "You want to drink? Then let's go drink, but I don't drink beer. Are you used to brandy and rum? I'll treat you."

"You treat me?" Arthur asked, holding the envelope, "Don't you still owe a lot of debts?"

"Too many debts don't itch, too many lice don't worry." Bismarck snorted: "As long as you don't interfere, let those debt collectors come to me directly. "