"After saying all that, what benefit is there in it for you? Is it worth speaking up for the Hungarians?" Franz asked curiously.
More often than not, sincerity was what moved people most. Ernst spoke bluntly. "For immigration to East Africa."
Franz slowly walked over to the desk and lazily reclined on the sofa. "It seems you truly value East Africa. But forgive my bluntness: Europe is far more valuable than a wretched place like Africa. Do not argue just yet."
Franz continued, "I have studied Africa as well. France is very close to North Africa, and as the ancient Roman territory surrounding the Mediterranean Sea, North Africa's strategic position is indeed worth valuing. The British also hold Cape Colony, after all, the Cape of Good Hope is the maritime throat leading to Asia. Of the rest of Africa, the only valuable things are ivory and gold, which, as far as I know, are both found in West Africa. As for East Africa, I truly do not know much about it. So I am curious: why are you so optimistic about East Africa's potential, Ernst?"
It was not that Franz was genuinely interested in Africa. He was merely curious why Ernst was willing to squander so much manpower, material resources, and money developing a land with no important resources to speak of and such a harsh environment.
"May I find a seat and sit down?" Ernst asked.
"Of course, make yourself comfortable. There is no need to be reserved here, Ernst," Franz said.
Ernst found a chair, moved it opposite Franz, and sat down before him.
"Speaking of East Africa, Your Majesty, do you believe gods truly exist?" Ernst asked in return.
As a Catholic, Franz answered without hesitation, "Of course I believe in the existence of the Lord!"
Naturally,