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The French say: "It was discovered by the Frenchman Bouvet in 1738-1739. He discovered an island near the Antarctic continent (now Bouvet Island) during his voyage."

"In the future, the Austrians/Germans will say: We reached the South Pole first and measured the size of the Antarctic continent."

"We can now confirm that she is actually a magic user. She is currently on the shore near the port of Trieste, and seems to be very interested in the newly built airport in Trieste."

Gisela immediately perked up.

"She really is a magic user!?"

"The scouts at the front have compared the photos and confirmed that it is an adult woman. If Your Majesty is interested, you can go and confirm it yourself."

Gisela had just finished dressing when she found Mia already dressed and waiting for her. There was no harm in bringing along a curious little girl at a time like this, so Gisela agreed to let Mia come along.

Mia then boarded the plane with Gisela.

This was Mia's first time on an airplane. As they took off, she leaned against the window, gazing intently at the lights of Vienna below. But soon the plane climbed to a higher altitude, and Austria at that time had not yet developed to the point where lights were everywhere; many rural families were still using kerosene lamps or even candles.

Seeing nothing new through the porthole, Mia naturally entered her sleep mode.

Gisela was yawning repeatedly. Marta patted him on the shoulder, then patted her own thigh and said to Gisela, "Use my thigh for a nap."

Gisela thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea. He patted Marta on the shoulder, then bent over and stood up, holding Mia in one arm and using the other to switch Marta's seat to a semi-reclining mode—this was a custom-made royal aircraft, and the seats could be reclined like the air-conditioned business bus that Gisela often rode in in another timeline.

"What are you doing?" Marta looked at Her Majesty with some curiosity. "Does Your Majesty want to seek thrills in the sky...?"

“You’re overthinking it.” Gisela said, using her hands to pry Marta’s knees apart, then turned around and plopped down between Marta’s thighs, leaning back against Marta and resting her head on Marta’s chest.

Gisela made room for Mia to sit, and the mother and daughter lay down side by side. However, because the latter was small, only the fox could fit the back of her head into Marta's crease.

“That’s great,” she said. “I’m going to take a nap now, and you can wake me up when it’s time.”

Marta stared wide-eyed at Gisela's skull, then shook her head a few seconds later.

"Your Majesty, you really are..."

“I’m a woman who believes in making the most of everything,” Gisela said, shaking her large head and pressing her ear and the back of her head against Marta’s chest. “And I don’t think you dislike it.”

“I don’t dislike them at all,” Marta admitted frankly. “It’s more that seeing Miss Rita and Miss Jeanne so enthusiastic makes me feel pressured…”

Gisela heard Jeanne's voice from the back seat; it sounded like she had choked on her water.

Marta completely ignored the commotion in the back seat and continued, "After all, my selling point is that I'm a female spy chief who can change her appearance at any time. My integrity and conscience can be as easily lost as I can be. If I lose even this one and only selling point, I'll be relegated to the sidelines. Waaah!"

"Where did you learn these words recently?" Gisela asked rhetorically.

"His Majesty's diary and daily records!"

"???" Upon hearing this, Gisela's eyes widened in surprise, and her pretty face showed a subtle change in expression. In a sense, Marta had become the second most knowledgeable person about China in Vienna, second only to the fox.

"Of course, that's impossible..." Marta stuck out her tongue, giving the fox a way out.

Gisela didn't dwell on the issue. After all, this woman already knew that she was a man in her past life, so she didn't act coy. Instead, she smiled, raised her head, and patted Marta's chest.

“Speaking of which, you’ve become quite adept at using words like ‘integrity’,” Gisela said to Marta as she closed her eyes to rest, remembering the topic.

"Because the words you brought are very interesting."

At this moment, Jeanne in the back seat asked, "What exactly is JIECAO?"

“This is one of the many words in Chinese that can only be understood intuitively.” Gisela had just opened her mouth when Marta chuckled softly, so Gisela pinched her thigh. Marta immediately complained, “It hurts so much that I can’t close my mouth down there.” So Gisela gave her an even harder pinch, and she immediately shut up.

Gisela continued to Jeanne, “In Chinese, the meaning of many words is very vague, while the meaning of many words is very precise. For example, in German, there are only three commonly used words for the meaning of quiet. No matter what the situation, as long as it describes the absence of sound, these three words are enough. In fact, most Germans only use one of them, and the others are obscure to Germans.”

“You’re wrong,” Jeanne said. “Most Germans use only one word because the others are dialects and expressions. There are many variations of German in places like Bohemia. Although the written language has been completely standardized thanks to the efforts of linguists, the pronunciation still retains the traditions of each region.”

PS1: She's a pretty compelling villain, Miss Marta.

Chapter 578 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 75 The Magic of Chinese Translation (Seeking Votes)

“Okay, thanks for the addition.” Gisela shrugged. He wasn’t a linguist. Although he had a lot of language knowledge when he transmigrated, it was only a part of the princess’s original knowledge. The princess’s teacher obviously only taught her how to read books. Distinguishing between High German and Low German was already the limit. As for dialects, that was outside his scope of study. As for why Jeanne knew, it could only be said that Jeanne’s time in Bohemia was not wasted.

“Let’s continue speaking Chinese. In Chinese, there are hundreds of words that mean quiet.”

“That’s impossible!” Jeanne immediately objected. “Perhaps there are indeed many words in Chinese that can mean quiet, but hundreds are too many. The purpose of language is communication, and such a large vocabulary would affect communication.”

“So most Chinese people only use a limited set of words to describe quiet.” Marta then picked up where Gisela left off, “such as disyllabic words like ‘silence’ and ‘quiet,’ but more educated people use more complex words to accurately describe this state of quiet.”

“That’s right. Chinese is the most precise language in the world, although for the general public, this precision often doesn’t mean much.” Gisela paused. “Western languages, while not as exquisite as Chinese, are perfectly adequate for everyday use. Moreover, Western languages ​​are easier to learn than Chinese because they have far fewer vocabulary words and fewer sentence structures. Take English for example; once you’ve mastered a few major clause forms, you can boast about your literary talent.”

"But Chinese is different. There is a gap of six to eight years of education between someone who can read and write and someone who has a basic grasp of the language. And to have a basic grasp of the language and be able to write eloquently, it may take more than ten years of education and self-cultivation."

Gisela heard Jeanne sigh.

"This is truly incredible. There must be significant problems in promoting and popularizing such a complex language."

"No, the problem isn't as big as you think. After all, working people only need to master the most basic functions of the language; they don't need to give speeches or use fancy writing. However, Chinese does have huge problems in terms of promotion and popularization, and the reason for the problem is the writing system we use."

Gisela patted the head of the beautiful spy agency on the shoulder and said, "Write down the name of Jeanne, Mata Hari."

"Oh," Marta replied, picking up a pen and paper from the side. But after writing a few strokes, she tossed the pen and paper to Gisela, saying unhappily, "You write it!"

Gisela thought to herself, "How could I possibly write 'Mata Hari' in traditional Chinese?" Helpless, she could only pray that her talent, which was an extra advantage over the princess's language skills, would come in handy, and then she gritted her teeth and began to write.

The result was successfully written.

“Matahari Junyi LingqiIV~Qi Shi% ”

She handed the paper to Jeanne.

"This... My teacher ridiculed you years ago when he talked about the literacy rate of the Ming Empire, thinking you were barbarians who considered yourself civilized. Now it seems you are really amazing."

"Actually, we started trying to simplify the font a long time ago, but in the eyes of people from other countries, our script is still the most complex in the world. With alphabetic scripts, once you know the basic letters, the rest is just memorizing the spelling. Moreover, if you know the pronunciation of many words, you can spell them pretty well. Chinese is different; you have to memorize every single character."

Jeanne remained silent for a long time before finally managing to utter, "It will certainly be very difficult for the Ming Empire to popularize education."

Indeed, Gisela knew that in another time and space, the new China had successfully completed its grand plan of universal education. His university sociology professor called it "a miracle in human history." "Western countries only achieved universal basic education on the basis of a large amount of wealth they had plundered, but at that time the total population of the West was only half that of our country."

Because of the 1.4 billion people who had received basic education, China in that era began to enter an era of technological explosion, with science and technology advancing by leaps and bounds. Gisela was living in that golden age and time-traveled without witnessing the rise of the country.

Gisela shook his head, banishing the sudden surge of "nostalgia," and returned to the current topic—only to find that he had completely forgotten what the original topic was.

“Uh, what were we talking about just now?” Gisela asked Marta.

“Mata Hari,” Mata replied.

Gisela pushed her chest: "Stop messing around, what was it again?"

"Integrity."

“Oh right, integrity, that word reflects another side of Chinese.” Gisela wanted to turn around and look at Jeanne, but was blocked by the image of the wicked woman and had to give up. “Many expressions in Chinese have very ambiguous meanings, depending entirely on the context. Some expressions seem to have completely opposite meanings, but actually mean the same thing, while others can be used anywhere. Integrity is like that; it has a very broad meaning and can be used in many completely different contexts…”

At that moment, the pilot's voice came from the cockpit:

"We're almost there."

"So fast?" Gisela was somewhat surprised. "It feels like we haven't even exchanged more than a few words."

“After all, we’re only going to Trieste.” Marta patted Gisela on the shoulder. “Now that we’re almost there, we should talk about something serious. How are we going to approach that girl? From the report, she’s practically a fish, a fish that can come ashore. She’s on the beach right now, and if we startle her, none of us can stop her from running away.” Gisela pouted.

“You must have a solution, otherwise you wouldn’t have waited until now to bring it up.”

"As expected of Her Majesty the Empress, who possesses both strength and beauty, she truly understands me."

At that moment, the pilot's voice came from the cabin: "Ground lights visible. Entering the planned flight path."

"Ground light signal?" Gisela was surprised when Marta lifted him up like a chick.

After the report came from the other side of the cabin that "the optimal throwing zone has been reached," Marta kicked open the cabin door and threw the fox out amidst Jeanne's scream.

"Huh?" This scene stunned the saintess sitting in the back row. Was this an assassination attempt on the king?

The instant Gisela flew out of the plane, Mia opened her eyes. She grasped the situation with astonishing speed, then peered into the open airplane door with a look of horror on her face…

At this moment, on the misty sea, the woman was lying on the shallow water, preparing to fall asleep under the moonlight hanging high in the sky, when suddenly the roar of an engine sounded in the misty sky.

Moreover, the sound was clearly coming from this direction, so the girl jumped up and ran ashore. She took out a pair of binoculars with a distinctly oriental style from a small cloth bag on the shore, but realizing it was a foggy day, she also took out a compass and pointed it in the direction from which the sound came.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 579 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 76 The World's People (Seeking Votes)

She nodded quickly, looking quite pleased, as if she had found her target.

Just then, a mournful cry echoed from the sky, its sound absurdly eerie due to the Doppler effect. In the blink of an eye, a humanoid object crashed onto the sand before the girl, creating a crater in the black mud. (Magic users aren't that fragile.)

The girl put down her binoculars and looked down at the pit. Gisela struggled to climb out of the pit, her golden hair covered in mud, and her golden fox ears drooping on either side, making her look extremely disheveled.

Mia had just grinned at the girl and hadn't even spoken when she descended from the sky and slammed the fox back into the pit, all while wearing an air cushion.

"..."

Perhaps it was the fox that caused the disturbance that led to the Wokou IV (IV) Dad Jing was big enough.

The next moment, countless figures jumped out from various hidden places nearby. Inspection teams from several nearby factories and fishing villages, wearing uniform black and yellow armbands and carrying outdated Type 186 rifles, quickly surrounded the beach.

A simple flag of the Danube Federation was planted next to a small bush near the beach. The one with an extra stripe on his armband was the squad leader of this inspection team, and a temporary command post was thus formed.

Several squad leaders were exchanging information with the inspection team members when men wearing long trench coats and top hats appeared on the scene. Judging from the stains on their clothes, they must have been lying in ambush somewhere nearby.

The leading man showed his identification bearing royal insignia to the squad leaders.

“We are a secret intelligence agency under Her Majesty the Queen. You don’t need to worry about my information or the information of the department. Your superiors should have already informed you. We are in charge of the operation on site.”

“Yes, we are at your command.” One of the squad leaders nodded to the leading agent, then remembered that he should salute, so he gave a not-so-standard salute. “Our orders were to come to this area and wait for orders, but after the big commotion, I ordered us to move out immediately.”

“You did the right thing.” The agent walked directly through the group of squad leaders toward the area that had caused the huge commotion. However, since the fog on the sea was still quite thick, he stopped a dozen meters away from the area and looked at the scene before him. “We need to find a way to dispel this fog. Do you have any suggestions?”

The squad leader, dressed as a fisherman, answered first: "There won't be any wind in this area all night, but there will be a wind blowing from the land to the sea at dawn tomorrow."

“That’s no use, we can’t wait until tomorrow.” The agent shook his head.

The agent immediately turned to look at the squad leaders.

"Immediately organize your most reliable young men into skirmish lines, maintaining a distance where they can barely see each other, and move towards the center from all directions. Quickly!"

Meanwhile, the Englishman Hamilton knew that the only time he could act was now.

Hamilton's pretentious partner is actually a responsible person. He said he would be back soon and he would be back soon. The fact that he hasn't returned yet means he's in trouble.

Either he was overheard by the Germans while using the secret radio, or he was ambushed by the Germans on his way back here.

An unregistered magic user! With such a significant discovery, the Germans will surely mobilize all their resources, and they may have already laid a trap around the area.

If it weren't for the sudden formation of water vapor, Hamilton wouldn't have been able to do anything at all. Although the German watchtowers hadn't detected Hamilton's presence, they would have noticed if he had made any rash moves.

So, thank goodness for today's weather! This must be an opportunity God has given Hamilton to demonstrate his loyalty to the Queen. He can finally serve his country like his fathers.

Hamilton had spent years training and infiltrating the ranks of the detestable Austrians, all for this moment.

Hamilton drew his pistol, checked the bullets, and jumped out of his hiding place. Just then, he heard voices behind him. Judging from the sounds, the Austrians had surrounded the area and would soon organize their ranks and charge in.

But now, their voices became Hamilton's way of finding his direction, and he quickly walked in the opposite direction from which the voices came.

Years of special agent training had made Hamilton's footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, and the extremely low visibility did not slow him down.

He moved forward quickly, stopping every now and then to listen carefully and assess his surroundings.

Soon, the noise of the German contingent subsided, and Hamilton found himself surrounded by silence. He continued forward, stopping to listen carefully with each step.

Finally, he heard voices.

Gisela was hit by Mia for quite some time before she finally crawled out of the pit, panting and looking around.

All that could be seen was a vast expanse of white fog, making it impossible to see anything clearly about the surroundings.

Gisela was about to stand up when she found herself covered in black mud that smelled of the sea, with hermit crabs hanging on her skirt.

Gisela frowned as he wiped the mud off his face. Only then did he notice a woman with long green hair watching him with great interest on the ground not far away.

Just then, a memory flooded into my mind—

In the past, there were four tribes on the land of China, known in ancient mythology as the Four Dragon Kings of the Seas. In fact, they were four different tribes closely related to the Chinese people, and they had always guarded the four directions of China.

Later, the Western Sea and the Northern Sea declined one after another and stopped producing magic users. By the time the Ming Dynasty was established, they had disappeared, leaving only the Southern Sea and the Eastern Sea tribes.

Su Beiming is a princess of the Ming Dynasty, closely related to the Four Seas Clan, or rather, the Four Seas Clan are all her subordinates. During the Battle of Guangzhou, the Demon Envoy of the South Sea Clan fought alongside Su Beiming, but was seriously injured and died soon after. Of the four clans, only the East Sea Clan remained, which is the girl with dark green hair in front of us.

Although she looks like a young girl, Gisela can confirm from her magical energy reserves that she is already an adult.

"Are you a magic user of the Four Seas Clan?" Gisela asked, revealing the other party's identity.

"Huh?" The little girl in front of her tilted her head and looked at Gisela as well.

Although she was completely different from the princess, she always felt that there was a familiar aura about the other person that made her want to get closer to her.

This corresponds to the prophecy of the clan's priest: the princess did not die, but is in the west...

“I know you don’t understand what I’m saying, but I think…”