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"I am too!" Franz Joseph replied to Maximilian with a calm face.

Regardless of whether Franz Joseph and Jero Bonaparte’s words were sincere or ant to give Maximilian a step down, Maximilian was very happy in his heart.

"Brother, His Majesty Jero, I can assure you that the next ti you arrive in Warsaw, Warsaw will have undergone a trendous change!" Maximilian vowed to Jero Bonaparte and Franz Joseph.

Maximilian already had a plan in his mind; he wanted to build Warsaw into a city that would rival Vienna.

Although the current Warsaw has a long way to go to reach this plan, Maximilian believes that with joint efforts with his Pri Minister, Warsaw will definitely beco the city of his dreams.

"I look forward to Warsaw’s transformation!" Jero Bonaparte smiled calmly, with a hint of encouragent in his tone.

Maximilian was a king he personally supported, so Jero Bonaparte had so confidence in him.

The Kingdom of Poland is different from xico; it naturally possesses a strong royal tradition, therefore the nobles in Poland are not too resistant to Maximilian.

xico was very different; having gained its independence from Spain, the United xican States did not have a foundation for establishing a kingdom from the very beginning.

Although the slave owners in the United xican States wanted an emperor to act as their spokesperson for their interests, the number of people expecting an emperor paled in comparison to those opposing one.

Therefore, establishing an empire there was indeed a slow process.

Jero Bonaparte believed that as long as Maximilian did not constantly squander the trust of the people like so unfortunate Bavarian prince, he would continue to receive the support of Polish nobles.

"I am too!" Franz Joseph also encouraged his brother Maximilian.

Although the Kingdom of Poland had beco independent and Maximilian had beco a king equal to him, as the elder brother, he felt it was necessary to support the newly ford Kingdom of Poland.

"I will definitely not fail your trust!!" Maximilian responded to Jero Bonaparte and Franz Joseph.

Next, the managers of the Polish Royal Palace led Jero Bonaparte and others to their rooms where they would stay for a period of ti.

Looking at the grand Roman-style decor of the room and the gilded command saber hanging on the wall, Jero Bonaparte determined that the previous occupant of this room must have been of a high rank. He couldn’t help but ask the manager, "Whose residence was this room previously?"

"Your Majesty, this room was originally the residence where the Governor of Poland received the Tsar!" the manager replied to Jero Bonaparte.

"Maximilian has been thoughtful!" Jero Bonaparte nodded in satisfaction, "Go tell Maximilian that I’m very pleased with the accommodation he arranged!"

"Yes! I will certainly report to His Majesty Maximilian!" The manager maintained a humble attitude in response to Jero Bonaparte.

"Alright! Now you can go tell Mokar to bring in mine and Augusta’s luggage!" Jero Bonaparte ordered the manager.

The manager bowed slightly and then left Jero Bonaparte’s residence.

"That old guy Nicolai’s temporary residence is indeed luxurious!" Jero Bonaparte couldn’t help but exclaim with admiration.

Empress Augusta cast a slightly dissatisfied glance at Jero Bonaparte for calling Nicholas I an old guy and said with slight annoyance, "Your Majesty, can’t you show a little respect for a monarch who is already outdated!"

"Respect! He intended to overthrow your husband and your son from the throne! If the empire failed in the Crian War, then the empire we painstakingly built would turn into ruins!" Jero Bonaparte exaggeratedly said to Augusta, "How can you expect to respect an old thing who constantly wants to topple my throne? I wish I could deal with him directly!"

Augusta pondered briefly and then said, "Although Tsar Nicholas indeed had such thoughts, he has now returned to the embrace of the Lord; you should learn to forgive him!"

"You’re right!" Jero Bonaparte nodded, not wanting to get entangled in this topic with Empress Augusta.

Just then, a knock on the door sounded, and Jero Bonaparte quickly called out to the visitor, "Please co in!"

Mokar entered the room carrying large bags, followed by several others carrying similar packages.

Once everyone had entered the room, the manager stood before Jero Bonaparte and reported, "His Majesty Emperor Jero, our Majesty Maximilian wishes to invite you for a hunt! Are you interested?"

"Then let’s go!" Jero Bonaparte decisively responded to the manager.

Living in a nineteenth century with limited entertainnt, fishing and hunting were Jero Bonaparte’s greatest hobbies.

"Please follow !" The manager led Jero Bonaparte and Augusta to a lounge in the Governor’s Mansion.

At that mont, Maximilian was sitting in the lounge, wiping the gun he held with a towel. Jero Bonaparte’s appearance made him pause, and he invited Jero Bonaparte and Augusta to sit down.

Then, Maximilian tossed a hunting rifle and a towel to Jero Bonaparte.

Sitting on the sofa, Jero Bonaparte gently wiped down each part of the hunting rifle with the towel.

A while later, Franz Joseph and Empress Elizabeth also appeared.

Maximilian similarly tossed another rifle to Franz Joseph, who, after briefly showing a look of surprise, also began to wipe down the rifle.

Half an hour later, the three rifles were simultaneously wiped clean by the three n.

The manager appeared once more and inford the three monarchs that the carriages to the forest outside Warsaw were ready.

Jero Bonaparte, along with four others, set off from the "Royal Palace" of Poland in three carriages and soon arrived at the forest outskirts.

The five then alighted from the carriages and t again with Pilsudski and Count Moselaski among others, the group confidently entered the forest.

After nearly over three hours of hunting, the three monarchs along with their ministers erged from the forest.

By then it was around 1 PM, and Morazsky, the Pri Minister of Poland, said to Jero Bonaparte and the others, "Your Majesties, we have prepared a sumptuous lunch nearby!

Please enjoy the lunch before considering more hunting!"

"Mr. Pri Minister, you are very thoughtful!" Maximilian spoke up, praising Morazsky.

"It is my duty to do so!" Morazsky humbly responded to Grand Duke Maximilian.

Under Morazsky’s guidance, they arrived at the site where lunch was stored.

Everyone sat in their designated seats and enjoyed the al, which lasted for more than an hour, during which the Pri Minister, the Commander of the National Army, and others made toasts to the friendship of the Three Countries of France, Austria, and Bohemia.

When Jero Bonaparte and Franz Joseph began to feel slightly tipsy, Maximilian started expressing the challenges of being the King of the Kingdom of Poland.

Although Jero Bonaparte was a bit slower in his thinking than usual, he understood Maximilian’s point.

"Don’t worry! The French Empire will not leave its brothers unattended!" Jero Bonaparte responded clearly to Maximilian, "If the Kingdom of Poland wishes, I can arrange for you to communicate with bankers within France!

As for whether you succeed or not, it will be up to you!"

"Thank you very much!" Maximilian, desperately in need of industrial funds, smiled in gratitude when he heard Jero Bonaparte’s words.

Having eaten and drunk to their fill, the group re-entered the forest to hunt again, stopping only at 6 PM.

...

In the following days, Maximilian continued to accompany Jero Bonaparte and Franz Joseph fishing, playing cards, and touring the Warsaw region.

Soon it was October 12th, the day of Maximilian’s coronation, when all the subjects of Warsaw City appeared in the streets to jointly celebrate Maximilian’s crowning as the King of the Kingdom of Poland.

At 9 AM, Maximilian, Jero Bonaparte, and Franz Joseph donned their military uniforms and erged from the Governor’s Palace of Poland, then successively boarded the carriages heading to the church.

As they passed through the streets of Warsaw, deafening cheers arose from the crowd: "Long live His Majesty Maximilian! Long live His Majesty Franz Joseph! Long live His Majesty Jero Bonaparte!"

The cheers continued all the way from the Governor’s Palace to the coronation church. The three alighted from the carriages and stood at the church’s entrance.

"Go on, you are the star of this event!" Jero Bonaparte said to Maximilian.

"Maximilian, go on!" Franz Joseph also urged Maximilian.

With a solemn expression, Maximilian nodded and then entered the church.

Jero Bonaparte and Franz Joseph were also led by the Priest through the side door into the church.

The entire coronation ceremony lasted for nearly three hours, concluding with a Cardinal from Ro placing a luxurious crown on Maximilian’s head.

And so, Maximilian was officially crowned the King of the Kingdom of Poland.

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