Ernst could not be bothered with whether the natives on East African soil lived or died. As a colonizer, one had to be hard as iron and stone; otherwise, what the hell was the point? Better to end oneself early, or the world's countless dark sides would anger one to death.
Among Western colonizers, Ernst was practically a White Lotus compared to his peers. After all, unlike certain countries, he was not so deranged as to use the natives'...
Following the principle that if he did not think about it, it was as though it had never happened, Ernst never considered the consequences in that regard. So long as the East African colony fulfilled its tasks according to his objectives, that was enough. As for extermination and the like, the East African colony had not personally done the killing, so it did not count.
On one hand, he managed the East African colony's administration; on the other, he tended to the company's affairs in Europe. Ernst was busy most of the time.
Today, he had stolen half a day of leisure and was having afternoon tea with the old man in the garden.
Ernst was drinking authentic Eastern Green Tea. There were only a few common beverages in this era, and he simply could not get used to coffee. He only took a small taste when visiting others or entertaining guests.
Prince Constantin, on the other hand, liked coffee. He did not find it strange that his son preferred Eastern tea; after all, the British were quite fond of tea, and tea sold by the Dutch could also be found in the German territories. It was not a rare drink.
Ernst's own fleet also brought back some tea from the Far East. They were all famous teas Ernst had personally