Sowing discord between Russia and Austria had always been Britain's national policy. Though it had produced no substantive results, the British Government still spared no effort in pushing it forward.
When it came to patience, there were probably few in the world who could compare with the British.
At this turning point unseen in two thousand years, all of human society had grown restless. Those capable of adhering to a single foreign policy for decades as if each day were the same were absolutely as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
As science and technology advanced, people's patience continued to decline, and politics was no exception.
In an age that placed ever greater value on short-term gains, holding fast to a national policy for a long time was by no means easy.
From this perspective, the British becoming the hegemon of the nineteenth century was certainly no accident.
As surfers riding the tides of the age, Britain had always practiced pragmatism. In their eyes, whether it was a dark scheme or an open plot did not matter, so long as it worked.
Although Leandro's methods were beneath contempt, they still stirred Molos's dissatisfaction with the Vienna Government. Though this dissatisfaction could not yet affect the international situation, emotions could accumulate.
Those who could restrain their emotions and remain rational at all times were always a tiny minority, and Minister Molos was clearly not one of them.
Filled with indignation, Molos naturally had nothing kind to say in his telegram to Saint Petersburg.
There was no need to embellish anything. The title "Second Roman Empire" alone was enough to make Nicholas II fly into a rage.
Europe's obsession with Rome in this era far exceeded the imagination of later generations. Nearly every European country sought ways to tie itself to