Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 528 - 439: Personal Maid Get
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"Dear, come and try this, it’s a Vienna vanilla crisp cake." Queen Mary fed the cake to her son and then asked, "You just returned from Austria a month ago, why are you going back again?"
The unique flavor of vanilla suddenly filled Joseph’s mouth, but it wasn’t as sweetly cloying as the cakes he used to eat at his mother’s.
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"Ah, this tastes rather nice, your pastry chef has made great progress."
Joseph offered a casual compliment, then got down to business.
"My uncle is preparing a large-scale campaign in Silesia. You know, I have to go to show my support."
"I really hope the war will end soon." Queen Mary shook her head and, suddenly recalling something, looked at her son, "You aren’t planning to go to the battlefield again, are you?"
"Er... I will be far from the front lines, rest assured, there will definitely be no danger."
Queen Mary took his hand, speaking earnestly.
"My dear, I know you will achieve great things, and I will fully support you, but you must promise me to stay away from danger! Don’t let your father and me receive distressing news."
Joseph nodded quickly but heard his mother continue.
"Also, I always tell you, when you travel far, you must bring a chef; they can take good care of your stomach. Oh, and also a pastry chef and a musician, because no matter how busy you are, you must have time to relax. It would be best to bring tailors, cobblers, a beautician... and take more maids as well, you can’t always let Viscount Eman handle so many tedious tasks alone..."
Joseph suddenly felt a headache: Mother, I am going to lead troops at the front, with so many servants following, we really won’t get anything done.
"That, uh, the cake is quite special." He tried to change the subject. "I wonder if it will be very cold in Vienna recently..."
The Queen was about to continue her recommendations when Camellia, dressed in a white long gown, quickly approached, curtseying before her.
"Your Majesty the Queen, did you call for me? Ah, Crown Prince, you are here too? I’m delighted to see you."
Queen Mary showed a kind smile and waved at her.
"My dear, the sweets you made are fantastic! I think Mister Cecilian should be nervous about his position, hehe."
"It’s all thanks to my mother." Camellia said, "She used to work as a pastry chef in Archduke Ferdinand’s house."
Queen Mary looked at the sweat on her forehead and said softly.
"You should leave the cleaning and such to Bettina and the others, you don’t need to..."
She stopped there, suddenly remembering her son had just complimented Camellia’s cake, and seeing how hard-working and competent the girl was, handling the work of several maids by herself, she had an idea—what if she accompanied Joseph to Austria? That way, there would be someone to take care of his meals on the journey.
Queen Mary immediately looked towards Camellia.
"My dear, would you be willing to help me take care of the Crown Prince’s meals and by accompanying him to Austria?"
Camellia’s heart skipped a beat, recalling her teacher’s words, she hesitated for a moment before hurriedly nodding.
"Of course, Your Majesty, I would be honored to travel with His Highness."
Joseph was surprised and hurriedly said.
"Mother, this might not be quite..."
Queen Mary feigned sternness immediately.
"Then you’ll bring 3 chefs, 5 maids, and..."
"Ah, alright, fine." Joseph surrendered. "You don’t have to say anymore, I’ll take her with me, alright?"
That afternoon, Joseph’s convoy set off for Austria.
In the third carriage of the convoy, Camellia politely nodded and smiled at Perna sitting opposite her—since General Bertier was discussing matters in the Crown Prince’s carriage, she ended up sharing this carriage with the female doctor.
Perna also nodded in response but was somewhat distracted. Wasn’t this girl a maid of the Queen? How did she end up here with the Crown Prince?
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It was she who insisted on coming, or was it His Highness who actively asked her to... No, no, why am I thinking about these things?
On Joseph’s carriage, Bertier said:
"Your Highness, the 12,000 sets of anti-bullet inserts have been packaged as you requested and sent to Silesia as military uniforms."
One set of anti-bullet inserts consists of five pieces, which can be used to equip a soldier.
Joseph nodded:
"You must ensure they arrive on time; they will be vital to our victory over the Prussians."
Bertier then looked at the map on the table and said:
"Your Highness, the Duke of Brunswick has set up nearly 200 cannons on the western line of Legnica. If we are to break through the Prussian defensive line, I’m afraid we might suffer heavy casualties."
"You’re right," Joseph also said soberly.
Silesia and the Southern Netherlands are different; this place is a pure "enemy-occupied zone" and a key management area. The mobility of troops and supply of materials can be very efficient, making the situation for the French Army extremely challenging.
"That is why we must avoid a frontal assault on the Prussian defensive line."
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In the southern part of Donbass.
Yekaterinoslav.
This peculiar name was to commemorate Catherine II’s great achievement in capturing the Crimean region.
However, at this time, apart from a very rough small town, it was basically still a wasteland.
Indeed, across the vast lands from Donbass to Crimea, there were less than 700,000 people, yet this area is larger than the Netherlands and the Southern Netherlands combined!
Viscount Olivier, the owner of Hilker Steel Company, stood on a bare hilltop, feeling very uneasy at this moment.
He had invested half of his wealth in Russia this time; if the large coal and iron mine that the Crown Prince mentioned was not found, he would face the risk of bankruptcy.
A lieutenant officer rode up on horseback and called out loudly:
"Group leader, the laborers have arrived, how would you like to arrange them?"
There were a total of 170 people in the Donbass Development Group, and because Viscount Olivier invested the most, he took on the role of group leader. The deputy group leader was this Captain Lemaire, who used to be a lieutenant in the Guard Corps and was sent by Joseph to manage the military affairs of the development group.
Viscount Olivier looked towards the foot of the mountain with his binoculars, and indeed saw a winding line of people appearing and disappearing among the wild grasses, their numbers at least in the thousands.
He tugged his horse’s reins and followed Lemaire back to the camp:
"No particular arrangements, have them level the ground, and use the wild grass to make something to shield themselves from the wind and rain. In this godforsaken place, without our urging, they won’t dare to be lazy."
After a while, the two, along with their guards, returned to the camp — the so-called camp was actually just a large cleared space with seven or eight wooden houses and a large number of tents.
At this moment, over a hundred laborers, dressed in North African attire and dirtied, surged into the camp. Lemaire rushed his horse forward, instructing the soldiers:
"Have them expand the camp area and build their shelters, they’ll only get to eat after the work is done!"
Someone immediately repeated the order to the laborers in Arabic, and the crowd dispersed with a rumble, each taking tools to begin their work.
These were the laborers Joseph used for the Donbass development. Some of them were prisoners of war from Algiers and Tripoli, and among them, the dark-skinned were from the Moroccan Imperial Guard. After several battles in North Africa, the number of prisoners was not large, but there were still three or four thousand, and these prisoners were all strong laborers.
Algiers did not dare to request the return of their captives. According to Ottoman tradition, soldiers captured would often face severe punishment upon returning, and some would even become slaves. Therefore, many of Tripoli’s prisoners of war were not willing to return, and of course, even if they wanted to, Joseph would not release them.
