Ernst was completely unaware of Rosenz's actions. If Ernst had known he had such talent under his command, he would surely have rewarded him greatly. At this moment, Ernst had finally finished his visits in Germany and was taking a train from Berlin towards Austria. He had booked two carriages, with security personnel and a team of advisors accompanying him.
"Your Highness, your tea."
"Hmm, just leave it aside. Don't spill the tea on the table; it might wet the documents." The train chugged along clamorously, with a strong sense of bumpiness, but for Ernst, who frequently traveled by train, this was nothing unusual.
"Your Highness, you don't have to personally engage with the Boers. You must know that it's several thousand kilometers from Dar es Salaam to the Matebele Plateau (Zimbabwe), and you might not be accustomed to the African environment."
Ernst: "It doesn't matter; I've come to know Africa quite well, especially East Africa, which feels like home to me."
