Chapter 22: Random Matchmaking

Ambrosius was walking alone in the corridor, and the surrounding scenery did not interest him at all.

Suddenly, a figure flashed at the corner of the corridor.

Ambrosius looked carefully and quickly covered his face.

"Dear lady, don't hit someone in the face! I don't know where I offended you, I apologize to you." Ambrosius still has some cultivation.

"I didn't come here to ask you to apologize." Talia answered confidently.

"Who is it?" Ambrosius asked.

Talia flashed away, and Ambrosius saw the little boy he had seen twice.

"You are Franz, I am Ambrosius. You should call me uncle."

"Uncle Ambrosius, if you really want to find a princess to marry, I have a suggestion."

Ambrosius looked at the child in front of him, and then looked at Talia next to him.

"You must be kidding me, this is not a good child."

"I'm serious." Franz made a very serious expression.

Ambrosius pointed at Talia.

"Is she a princess?"

Franz shook his head.

Ambrosius let out a sigh of relief.

Talia looked like she had eaten an unripe tomato, staring at Ambrosius fiercely.

"There is a real princess in Southeast Asia who needs your rescue. Her country is in internal and external troubles, and she needs a real knight to protect her."

"After saving her, will she marry me? Then use her country as a dowry, and after I inherit her country, I will merge it into Austria. Wouldn't I be adding glory to the family and expanding the empire's territory?"

Franz was ashamed. The archduke's brain circuit was a bit strange, but it was good this way, so as to avoid brainwashing.

Talia on the side confirmed again that no one in this family had a normal brain.

"Where is the princess?" Ambrosius asked impatiently.

"Chenla." Franz replied.

"My God, how can I get there."

"You can apply to be an army observer and then take the church's ship."

At this time, the Austrian navy had hardly left the Mediterranean, let alone Zhenla, which was far away in Southeast Asia.

And the Austrian navy would not send warships to escort a miscellaneous grand duke.

The Catholic Church had already penetrated into Zhenla. They could not only send people safely, but also provide first-hand information on the local area.

"Then how can I see the princess?"

"That depends on your own ability."

Ambrosius was speechless for a while and took a deep breath.

"How come you don't know anything."

"I'm just a little kid passing by."

"Okay! Then at least tell me her name."

"An Mei."

At this time, Zhenla was a colony of Siam and Vietnam.

As the king, Anzan's last resistance to foreign invasion was in 1816, 18 years ago.

Both sides built countless fortresses in Zhenla with the intention of dividing this land, but as the saying goes, there can't be two tigers in one mountain.

Siam and Vietnam were constantly fighting on the land of Zhenla.

The two sides in the war were Rama III, a wise king in Siam’s history, and his opponent was Emperor Minh Mang, the greatest emperor in Vietnam’s history.

Zhenla is now Cambodia, and Siam is now Thailand.

But while Siam and Vietnam were frantically invading Zhenla, they forgot the importance of people’s hearts and minds.

Both sides frantically recruited Zhenla people as coolies and stepped up plunder in Zhenla.

As a result, the people of Zhenla were living in poverty, and people who longed for peace placed their hopes on the king who had not seen them for more than ten years.

Every time the Zhenla people revolted, they would do so under the banner of saving the royal family.

There were more than a dozen rebel armies in Zhenla, but they were more willing to protect their property or become mountain kings than to save the royal family.

King Anchan was controlled by the Vietnamese, and his brother An En was controlled by the Siamese.

The Zhenla government was loyal to Anchan, but the Vietnamese general Zhang Mingjiang was the actual ruler of the Zhenla government.

However, there were also many high-ranking officials in the Zhenla government who hoped that An En would become the king and borrow troops from Siam to expel the Vietnamese.

Of course, there were also people who hoped to welcome An Chan back and drive the Siamese out of Zhenla.

The Zhenla rebels hoped to kill all the officials, as well as the invaders from Siam and Vietnam.

An Chan was so timid that it could be described as incredible.

Emperor Minh Mang of Vietnam once wanted to send An Chan back to Zhenla to join forces with him to reverse the unfavorable situation for Siam.

However, An Chan refused, and the reason was very simple, that is, he was afraid of death. He boasted to Emperor Minh Mang of Vietnam that he could remotely command the army of Zhenla.

An Chan found a group of wizards and performed rituals in the palace, setting the palace on fire.

Emperor Minh Mang, Nguyen Phuc Kho, killed all the wizards brought by An Chan in a rage, and then imprisoned An Chan himself on a luxury cruise ship.

In a few months, An Chan himself would die of illness, and his eldest daughter was assassinated by the Vietnamese because of her pro-Siamese tendencies.

Anzan's second daughter, An Mei, will inherit the throne.

An Mei, who inherited the throne, did not receive the proper courtesy from the king. She was just left in the capital of Zhenla as a mascot.

When Emperor Minh Mang, Nguyen Phuc Kho, felt that everything was under control, he sent people to kill An Mei and her four sisters.

However, his actions not only failed to completely eliminate the resistance forces in Zhenla, but instead aroused the resistance of the Zhenla people.

In just one month, the flames of the uprising against the Vietnamese spread throughout Zhenla.

The King of Siam took the opportunity to send troops to support Anchan's brother to become the King of Zhenla.

In less than half a year, the Vietnamese's previous 20 years of efforts came to nothing, and the Vietnamese were driven out of the entire territory of Zhenla.

After that, Zhenla became a colony of the Siamese until the French arrived.

A month later, St. Stephen's Cathedral.

"Bang, bang, bang" the ancient door of the church made a heavy banging sound.

Several priests shouted impatiently, "Don't knock, I heard it."

Since Archbishop Rauscher was stationed in this church, they had seen many dignitaries in this church, and naturally they were more arrogant and didn't take ordinary people seriously.

And those who came to the church so early must not be dignitaries, but most of them were those who made mistakes and came to confess.

They were tired of listening to the confessions of those sinners, and they wished they could call the police to arrest those sinners now.

"We all come here to spread the gospel of the Lord. Why do you despise God's people?"

Archbishop Rauscher stood at the door without knowing when, and put on the sacrificial garment made of gold and silver threads.

The archbishop usually stays drunk until noon, why did he get up so early today?

At this time, some priests have already reacted. Archbishop Rauscher only wears the sacrificial garment when there are major celebrations or when meeting members of the royal family.

The priests who were so arrogant just now were dumbfounded and lowered their heads to remove the door bolt of the church.

Standing outside the door was Ambrosius. At this time, he had changed into a clean uniform, and his hair and beard were trimmed.

In fact, Ambrosius himself did not look bad. However, because he was used to being poor, he had no decent clothes, and he was always unkempt, so he had no aura at all.

His behavior could only attract ridicule from others.

At this time, Ambrosius was neatly dressed, handsome, and extraordinary. Coupled with his royal status, people naturally had a spontaneous respect.

Archbishop Rauscher was also very satisfied with the young man in front of him. He believed that this man would be able to spread the gospel of the Lord, and he was confident in handing the Battle Brotherhood over to him.