Although the fur was laid, the mattress was still rush-even if it was dry and fresh, there were still bugs hiking around the hay mattress. After a while, poor little Eugen was a little at a loss for the first time.

His memory before he was three years old was not much clearer except for his mother repeatedly saying that he was the emperor's son. But when he was in Suisson, the Countess Suisson had already started to use the wool mattress advocated by the king. Later, he came to Versailles. In addition to wool, Versailles also had cotton and fur, but no matter which one, it was definitely clean and sprinkled with medicinal powder, so that there would be no fleas or bed bugs.

The linen sheets should be new and washed. Perhaps people here think this is a good enjoyment and privilege, but Eugen only feels like they are lying in a nettle field. The linen is fine enough and soft, otherwise people would have worn it as underwear before Louis XIV, but the same problem is still the same. No fabric can be more sympathetic to human skin than cotton. Moreover, Eugen, as the adopted son of the king, has always used cotton from America. The seeds of this cotton come from Arabia and are quite rare and good cotton seeds. The cotton cloth woven has a silky luster, and it feels like running water when touched.

Although Little Eugen had fought for nearly ten years, during the war, the king could take his bed and bathtub, and the treatment of the commander would not be bad. He had never slept with a living bed. In the end, he could only ask the servant to take out his white cotton bedclothes from his luggage, spread the bedclothes on the bed, and then cover the cloak of Shanghai otter skin. He slept randomly. When he woke up, he felt his face hurt and itchy. When he pulled out of the mirror, he found that his unprotected face had been bitten several times by insects.

He washed in the wooden basin and applied medicine before he could barely cheer up and walked downstairs. The servant wanted to speak but stopped, as if he wanted to stop him from going to the hall to have dinner. The place where they lived was a three-story building, but the so-called three-story was just a towering attic. As for the first floor, it was already very late when they came here last night. There were no kerosene lamps or gas lamps here. The candles could ensure that they could see the steps and the ground clearly and not fall down.

He went downstairs and knew why the servants wanted to stop him. It was obvious that the people here had done some cleaning and trimming as much as possible, such as the icon on the wall panel - you could tell at a glance that the triptych was removed from which church altar, which might be to block the big hole behind, and the floor was covered with carpets - but you could tell at a glance that it was not the original one, it was too small, so small that it exposed a clear line of light and darkness. You know, after friction, mud and greasy, or the torture of sunshine, the wooden floor would definitely leave uncoverable traces.

Little Eugen wanted to say or have the torture of the sun - because the windows here were still old wooden blinds. It was obvious that the sunlight was not always there. He sat down at the table and saw the Duke of Orleans enjoying an extremely simple and even insulting breakfast, boiled egg and wine, and the wine was still brought by them.

"If you want something to eat," said the Duke, "I suggest you not." He glanced at the servants next to him: "One of my servants ran to the kitchen last night to ask for a little supper, and the diarrhea has stopped until now." Little Eugen lost his appetite for a moment: "Sir," he asked, "Did they do this intentionally?"

"I don't think so," said the Duke of Orleans. "You will understand when we go out later."

Little Eugen had to suppress his dissatisfaction and anger and ate two eggs at the Duke's insistence. But after a while, the mayor of Prague came in fear and fear. Of course, Prague was a city in the Bohemian Kingdom and the territory of the Holy Roman Emperor, but even in the war, a prince's brother and a possible illegitimate son of the emperor was enough to turn the city upside down.

Just as Louis XIV had to support Charles II in defeating the Duke of Protector Cromwell, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire could not play any conspiracy when the armistice agreement and the contract were signed. The mission was performing its obligations and exercised its power normally. This was the tacit understanding of the kings. Otherwise, the Holy Roman Empire would not have the intention to send an mission to marry other countries in the future, or to let the princes of Habsburg go out to study, and his princes would also condemn him for being too reckless and too despicable.

"We are about to go to the Cathedral of St. Vita, so come together," said the Duke of Orleans indifferently.

The mayor of Prague relaxed a little, and he was worried that these noble Frenchmen would go to the churches in Prague in the old town or square, such as the Savior's Church and St. Nicholas Church. It was not that he did not want to, but that the St. Vita Cathedral in the castle of Prague is obviously safer than other churches.

It was bright and Eugen could see more things.

Where is Prague? It is not an ordinary city. Not only as Eugen said, it is not far from Vienna, it was also the capital of the Bohemian Kingdom. At that time, the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire was also Charles IV of the Luxembourg Dynasty. He was also the king of Bohemia. He gave this city great honor, not only repaired and expanded the original Prague Castle, but also built a new city beside the old city, as well as universities, bridges and many churches. The St. Vita Cathedral in the Prague Castle is one of them.

At breakfast, Eugen doubted whether what they encountered was due to the hatred or contempt of Prague people, but as soon as he walked out of the residence, he immediately understood that the residence may be the most complete and cleanest building in Prague - Prague had been prosperous and decayed now. The streets were bumpy, sewage flowed, the walls of the building were mottled, and the black marks carved from the smoke of torches remained. Perhaps for no surprise, the door panels and windows of the street were closed tightly, which reminded people of the witch's teeth - dirty, crooked, and full of notches, but dirty smoke still emerged from it from time to time, mixed with the stench that overflowed from horseshoes and wheels, but it was difficult to find the root cause.

When they passed by the church beside the square, there were several colorful windows missing, and they were dark, like a blind man's empty eye socket.

You should know that the church has always been the richest, even surpassing the king and the emperor. "The Archbishop here is really a little lazy." Eugen couldn't help but say.

"Mr. Bishop has been busy renovating the Cathedral of St. Vita." The mayor dare not say that the Archbishop of Prague has been busy accumulating money, trying to return to Rome or seek another rich bishop.

The Duke of Orleans guessed it, but it really has nothing to do with him.

They didn't meet anyone along the way until they entered the Prague Castle, and the attendants in the castle were pale and thin and slow to react. Little Eugen was even scared. It was not until he saw the Bishop of Prague and his priests, who were all fat and rosy in their faces, which made him feel relieved.

They simply received the communion, made prayers, and after listening to the sermon, Eugen discovered something strange. "Where are the nobles here?"

Logically speaking, even if he rejected Leopold I's enthronement, the Duke of Orleans is here, they should come to pay homage to the Duke.

"Or there is no qualification," Philip also possesses the two identities of the King's brother and Duke of Orren. Unless he has the permission, not all the little nobles will have the honor to see him: "Or it was with the emperor to Vienna."

"Are they two throws out the window?" asked the Duke of Young Angian. "Two throws out the window" were incidents that were caused by religious conflicts but eventually triggered a major political earthquake. Simply put, the Protestant "Hus" in Bohemia held a parade for the first time because of the death of its leader Hus, and was angry by the act of throwing stones from a high place in the city hall. They rushed into the city hall and threw the mayor and others out of the window, thus fighting the "Hus War" for fifteen years.

The second time was because Ferdinand, who had first become the king of Bohemia, persecuted the Husians because he wanted to revive the Catholic Church in Bohemia. So the Husians repeated the same mistakes, rushed into the Prague Castle, and threw the king's three ministers out the window... This reckless action brought about the famous "Thirty Years' War".

During the Thirty Years' War, the Swedes entered Prague. The king fled together with his ministers, generals and queens, leaving the Pragues to welcome the looting, burning and massacre. Prague turned into ruins in just a few days. If the Bohemia king was willing to return here and rebuild the capital, Prague might have a chance to flourish, but the indifference of Habsburg was revealed at this time. Not only did the king not come back, he also moved the capital directly to Vienna.

Prague has since become a political and economic depression, and it can be said to be the ugly scar in Habsburg. The king was once forced by mobs and expelled by the enemy. Just like Leopold I was reluctant to mention Flander. Ferdinand and his successors were not willing to mention Prague at the time. Prague has almost become an unexplained exile. All officials who were sent here from Vienna were rejected by the upper class. When they arrived here, they either tried their best to plunder money and were transferred as soon as possible, or they either gave up on themselves and enjoyed themselves wholeheartedly.

Although this place is so bad that even the "Mingshu" who is slightly more handsome can't even set foot.

Little Eugen paid attention to the attendants in the castle. They should be the best group of civilians in Prague. But in addition to being thin, what is shocking is that they have lost their expectations for life. Their clothes are clean and neat, but they are negligent, but they are so careless that they twist the buttons wrongly, revealing the lining, and breaking the candles. The altar may be clean enough, but the curtains are covered with dust and the corners of the house are full of feces. Little Eugen can't help but think of yesterday's bathtub, those little thorns that can clearly be cleaned...

No one of them even thought of following them to leave. They looked at the French mission, full of boredom and hatred, and each eye seemed to drive them away, hoping that they could leave quickly and not get in the eyes of the Prague people here.

Little Eugen felt that even if they cast fierce eyes from refugees like Milan, they would be much better than inaction that seemed to exude a rotten smell.

"This is compared to Vienna," the Duke of Orleans asked with a smile: "How?"

Little Eugen was unwilling to admit that Leopold I was an indestructible ruler, but in the next journey, what he saw and heard completely overturned his original idea - it seemed simple, allowing the people to have something to eat, wear clothes, cover the roof, have a job, can support their children, get treatment when they are sick, and then die in bed safely. Further, they can read, shop, and enjoy... It is so difficult and rare. Some urban managers, whether they are bishops, mayors, or lords, can do the first five steps, that is, they can ensure that the civilians in cities and villages can survive and reproduce, even if they are compassionate and capable.

Some people who are cruel, or powerless, and easily blinded have a territory that is probably the same as Prague today, a lifeless quagmire.

Those who have no light in their eyes are not like this at the beginning. They have also struggled and resisted. Just as the Husse and Bohemian natives have been hit and destroyed more than once, they have become what they are now - they don’t know what to do, should they die or live? That’s easier?

"Think about Paris almost became like this," said the Duke of Orleans. "It's so scary."

"How is that possible?!" Little Eugen said immediately, and the Duke of Angjian next to him also showed an expression of agreement.

"Let's go down, we're almost in Poland," said the Duke of Orleans. "There's something worse waiting for you."

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Little Eugen didn't think there would be anything worse than the cities they saw, even though he had heard that the Shigechita class in Poland still enforced slavery, that is, plundering the Cossacks (sometimes Tatars) from the Ukrainian plains as their slaves.

The Cossacks originally meant "light packs", which refers to "light cavalry" and "senteners", and later they were attached to "free men" or "people who dared to resist". In fact, the Cossacks were a group of Slavs who could not bear the enslavement of the Golden Horde. In order to avoid the whip of the Mongols, they ran to the southern and eastern European grasslands that were still rarely visited at that time, and have reproduced there to this day.
Chapter completed!