Chapter 1272: Chapter 160: Germany Gambling Ga (Part 2)
And when he returned from India, he planned to use these rich life experiences to et so noble ladies from ancient British or French families at social gatherings, and develop a blissful romance with them through his talents.
This distinguished lady, preferably, would be the only daughter of an Earl or a Viscount, with millions of cash in her bank account, holding a large amount of gold and silver jewelry and British and French public debt, as well as several large estates for collecting rent and residing.
Of course, Bismarck didn’t find these demands too greedy, after all, trying to live in a place like London or Paris without a penny is certainly not feasible.
Even if the father-in-law couldn’t co up with a dowry of a hundred thousand pounds, at the very least, the future wife should bring him an annual inco of 1000 pounds.
However, this beautiful fantasy was shattered by a punch known as Hastings.
“The strongest chains are not the iron rings that bind the wrists but the hopes and fears entwined around the heart.”
“The power of influence lies not in coercion, but in the suggestions hidden within whispers.”
“Whether it is a King’s crown or a criminal’s shackle, ultimately they are forged from the sa tal.”
“On the scales of power, the heaviest weights are always the silent secrets and deepest fears.”
“Make people fear, and you can make them kneel, but only by making them dependent can you make them embrace the shackles.”
“True power is not in the command shouted loudly, but in the advice quietly given. Voluntary obedience is more unbreakable than forced submission.”
“The true manipulator lies not in exerting pressure but in temptation.”
“What have you learned from these words, my dear Otto?”
Bismarck sweated on his forehead, Arthur’s maxims floated in his mind one after another.
Although in last night’s political lesson at the hotel, Arthur seemingly said nothing factual, yet he had said everything.
He seed to have a choice, but his only choice was to willingly step into that shaless man’s custom-made shackles.
Torture, it’s tornt to the deepest part of the soul.
Slowly, Bismarck began to understand why the police at Scotland Yard were called ‘Blue Devil’ by the London citizens.
The gang led by the new Satan, if not the Devil, what else could they be?
Bismarck finally began to regret it at this mont.
He thought he beca the student council president due to a combination of luck and ability, and he once thought he had t his patron.
But he should have thought earlier, a swineherd has no eye for selecting a gallant steed, he can’t even pick out a loyal hound, those he sets his eyes upon can only be the Yorkshire pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
From the mont he was chosen as the student council president, he had already stepped into Arthur’s trap.
To that guy, Bismarck, the dosticated Prussian pig, is far easier to control than those petty bourgeois liberal wild boars.
Because for those wild boars, they have nothing to lose, they rampage through the village just to prove they have the qualification to move into the pigsty.
Whereas for a dosticated pig like Bismarck, he himself resides in a comfortable Prussian pig sty, his biggest worry is nothing other than wanting to move to a pigsty with better conditions.
The experienced British swineherd saw through his sche, so he issued him a blank stall ticket, but turned around and stamped a ‘not passing quarantine’ label on his butt.
If he wants, he can use this label anyti to publicly claim that Bismarck is infected with a liberal plague that only those wild boars would contract.
If the plague story spreads, let alone changing pigsties, he might end up wandering the forest like those wild boars.
“Otto, why do you seem so unhappy?”
“That’s right, if soone else sees it, they might think you’ve been confined by the principal again.”
“When you were in confinent, you looked like this, and even when the Academic Director took us to watch a play, you still look like this?”
Only old friend Mottle understood Bismarck’s feelings, he sat down next to Bismarck with a bottle of wine: “Otto, what’s the matter? Let guess, you finally got to a big city like Leipzig, yet you look unhappy… Aha! I know, you probably want to go to Leipzig University to teach those conceited bastards a lesson, right!”
‘Sword of Honor’ Mr. Schublan also chid in: “I also rember that! Those bastards at Leipzig University previously provoked our Porania Sword Society, arrogantly claiming that their Leipzig understands German martial arts better than Gottingen!”
Soone also took the opportunity to ask: “Otto, weren’t those bastards from Jena University admiring your reputation earlier? When you traveled to Jena, did you properly promote our Porania sword style to them?”
Bismarck waved his hand with a sullen face: “Don’t ntion it! As soon as I settled in Jena, the Dean of Academic Affairs from Jena University ca to see . He read an administrative order from Jena University’s academic committee right in front of : Due to my notorious reputation, Jena University believes my presence might affect the healthy developnt of students, so they demand I leave Jena imdiately and ban from entering the city for life.”
The companions, upon hearing this, all laughed uproariously.
“Really?”
“Your bad reputation even the professors at Jena University know?”
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