As the old man left, the atmosphere became particularly heavy.

A middle-aged man shouted, "Master Sith, wait."

A sarcastic voice sounded: "Stop shouting, they are nobles, they are different from us. Don't block their path to wealth."

It seemed that he was afraid that the old man would not hear it, so he deliberately raised his voice.

The middle-aged man scolded: "Fecker, shut up! Master Sith is not that kind of person.

Some time ago, the Russians arrested the guerrillas, but Master Sith came forward to solve the problem, otherwise we would be in trouble."

"That's right, Master Sith is a good person. My son was sick a year ago, so he helped him find a doctor."

"Fecker, I remember that you were not clean and you were taught a lesson by Master Sith. You are..."

...

It can be seen that Old Sith has a good reputation in the town, and Fickel's young man was soon overwhelmed by accusations.

Under normal circumstances, Fecker would never dare to show hostility to a noble, otherwise he would die.

This situation changed with the arrival of the Russians. Because of the opposing relationship in the war, the local nobles were suppressed by the Tsarist government.

Feker sneered: "I'm the Sith Master. He is now a betrayal dog. He can't even protect his own foundation. He still has the face to regard himself as a noble.

The Russians took his land, and now he wants us to give up the land together, why?”

Seeing that everyone's eyes were full of murderous aura, Fyker's arrogance was extinguished a lot. Perhaps he couldn't hide his face, and he still said toughly:

"Don't look at me like that. All I said is true. Wait. Maybe one day we will be sold to the Russian master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew towards him. Before he could understand what was going on, Fickel fainted gorgeously.

"Walker, beautifully done. This fly is the most annoying. If this bastard didn't know how to speak Russian, he would probably have defected to the Russians long ago."

Everyone nodded, obviously everyone had no good impression of the street gangster Feikell.

...

In a classical house to the east of the town, the old Baron Sith asked with concern: "Wright, are you ready?"

Wright replied: "It's ready and can go anytime.

It’s just father, we can just leave ourselves, why do we need to bring these wastes with us?”

Obviously, Wright was extremely reluctant to leave with the old man.

Old Sith shook his head: "Wright, you are still too young. These wastes in your mouth are the basis for our comeback.

After leaving here, we will no longer be the nobles of the fiefdom. Only one destitute nobleman with a reputation is left. You have seen how he is doing."

People leave their hometowns and nobles, the same is true for nobles. Once they lose their foundation, they are actually a little better than ordinary people.

During this war, the Prussian Kingdom was severely damaged. Berlin had gathered aristocrats from all over the country, and the competition became extremely fierce.

Some political advantages are no longer enough to make them stand out and live a prosperous life.

If the Kingdom of Prussia is left, this little advantage in political status will be lost.

Of course, this does not mean that the nobility's title is useless. With this title, they can also come into contact with higher circles and can be more easily integrated into the local area.

The prerequisite is that people recognize their aristocratic status. There is no Internet checking identity these days, so it is not easy to recognize your aristocratic status.

It doesn’t matter if a great nobleman with a deep foundation. He has many awesome relatives and friends who have brought him into the circle. The outstanding family name is the best proof.

A small noble like the Sith is not good. There is no awesome ancestor. The family name is limited to a corner of the land. No one has ever heard of it even if he leaves West Prussia.

How can you let others know their aristocratic status without bringing a bunch of people to help promote? You can't just say you are aristocratic when you meet everyone, right?

After looking at his confused son, Old Sith sighed. Some words can only be understood by himself. If they say them from others, the effect will not be so great.

This time they went to Africa in Austria, and they didn't have to pay the immigration fee themselves. If they took everyone together, they would not have to pay any price except that it would be a little troublesome.

I won’t talk about selling favors. Just bringing so many people over can improve its status in the eyes of the colonial government, which is enough to make the Sith do it.

The reputation of aristocrats is very valuable. A good reputation can easily allow them to enter the aristocratic circle.

Wright complained: "They need to be willing to do so. If they don't appreciate it, why should we come over and make things boring!"

Officials from the Austrian Immigration Agency have come to promote it long ago, and those who are willing to immigrate have signed up early to leave. Now the rest belong to home-loving people.

"Homelo" is not only because of homesickness, but more because of the industry here. You have to start over if you leave here.

Glazed at his son, Old Sith said helplessly: "Idiot, who can withstand the Russians' tossing so hard?

At this time, how many companies have not been emptied?

Now it is no longer a question of whether to leave or not, but the Russians are driving people and if they stay, they will become serfs."

"Serfs" is an exaggeration. The Russian Empire also abolished the serfdom, but the contracted worker is not much better than the serfs, and in a sense it is even worse.

As if he had thought of something, Wright asked in disbelief: "You mean, Russians and Austria..."

Old Sith cursed angrily: "Shut up, can you say this nonsense? Wright, remember it for me, disaster comes from the mouth!

If you haven’t lived enough, just keep your mouth in mind and don’t talk nonsense, even thinking nonsense.”

Old Sith doesn't know what the truth is, and he doesn't want to know. Sometimes, knowing too much is also a sin.

Looking at his dejected son, Old Sith felt a little reluctant. After hesitating for a moment, he still held back the words of comfort.

Wright is his third son and the youngest son. He has just turned sixteen this year and has not had time to experience the storm and rain in society.

Under normal circumstances, it is not the turn of Wright to come out to take charge. Unfortunately, in this war, the eldest son of the old Sith was killed in battle, and the second son was seriously injured. He is still ill in bed, so he might leave one day.

Suddenly, when a change occurred, the old Sith had to speed up the training of her youngest son. After all, the average life expectancy of this year is short, and the old Sith is over 60 years old and her health is not as good as before.

There are so many families like the Old Sith in Prussia, and many noble families have replaced heirs.

Such a person has many sons, but the worst is that he is the only noble in his family. If he dies in battle, he will be a tragedy in the world.

What happened in Moldo was just a small episode. Since the Russians divided the nobles, the former Prussian nobles were panicked and began to find a way out.

There are only so many resources in the local area, and they can’t afford to support too many nobles, and competition is inevitable.

No matter how big the people are, they know that the Tsarist government wants to get rid of them, so how can they compete with their direct descendants?

If you take the initiative to find a way out, you can take away some of your property. When the other person is exhausted, you may be defeated by a successor.

...

The pier along the Baltic Sea coast became busy again, with more ships coming and going than before the war, as if they had returned to their former prosperity.

Unfortunately, this kind of prosperity is an illusion. The port city, which is full of traffic in the evening, has now become a living refugee camp.

The savvy Russian officials have rented the city's unowned houses together with the vacant land outside the city to the Austrian Immigration Agency to accommodate immigrants who are about to leave.

Immigration has never been an easy task. These days, ships have limited passenger capacity. Ordinary merchant ships can only transport hundreds of immigrants at a time, and the most are only more than a thousand people.

This is already the limit. If the number of people increases, it is not just about transporting immigrants, but about selling piglets.

People are not goods, they must have a certain amount of room for movement. Too high density can easily increase the mortality rate.

On a gray day, Old Sith, with his family and the residents of the town who had been fooled, arrived at the port of Kovobrzeg and joined the waiting team for immigration.

Often, rows of tents, Old Sith frowned, and even when he arrived here, he could not withstand his retreat.

After sorting out his clothes and wearing the family badge, Old Sith gritted his teeth and walked towards the immigration registration office.

Seeing that the person coming was a nobleman, the staff in charge of the registration politely said, "His Excellency Baron, this is a civilian resettlement office, and the noble reception office is located in the city.

There are special people in the city to receive you, and you will arrange a place that matches your identity. You can take your family with you."

Upon hearing this news, Old Sith's expression eased. He was really scared, and the Immigration Department placed it with the civilians, which meant that his aristocratic identity was invalid.

Without this amulet, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in a foreign country.

After a few instructions, Old Sith took his family out of the army. The staff clearly understood what he said, and taking his family with him, that means that others don’t have to go there.

Unsurprisingly, as a baron, the old Sith family obtained a separate courtyard as a temporary resident.

With all the basic daily necessities, there is only a shortage of servants. This is a small problem. If you want to immigrate, you will be with your family, so naturally there is no shortage of servants.

After settling down, Old Sith was not idle and visited him as soon as possible.

The circle of aristocrats is big and small. The connections of aristocrats are all over the world, and the circle of aristocrats is right at the doorstep of their homes.

Old Sith is not a big aristocrat, so his social circle is naturally not big, but he still has a familiar face in the aristocrat circle in the West Prussian region.

When I was in my hometown, I didn’t think it was important. I left my hometown and went to a foreign country. This is an important connection resource.

It is also natural for people to hang out together.

For several days, Old Sith took his son to a noble banquet and really made many friends.

If it weren't for the fact that the family was not solid and the future development required a large amount of start-up capital, Old Sith would have wanted to hold a banquet.

Of course, this is impossible. The price of Kovobrzeg Port controlled by the Russians is more than ten times higher than that of normal times, and is specifically aimed at the rich people like them.

The Austrian Immigration Agency only provides the most basic living supplies, and you have to pay for groceries at your own expense, let alone hold a banquet.

In addition to the high expenses, we also need to have enough connections to withstand the Russians coming to fight the autumn wind.

The Tsarist government was poor, and the newly enthroned nobles did not receive any bounty except for fiefs, and many of them were poor.
To be continued...