"Oh, diplomat..." Arthur raised an eyebrow: "Otto, although I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, the conditions to become a good diplomat are quite rigorous."
Bismarck replied casually: "I've been diligently studying various foreign languages."
"That's not what I meant." Arthur pointed to the back of the carriage: "In the car behind us is the best diplomat from the British Foreign Office, Mr. Auguste Schneider. Do you know Mr. Schneider's criteria for measuring whether a diplomat is competent?"
"What is it?"
"Mr. Schneider believes an outstanding diplomat must be able to predict events of tomorrow, next month, next year, and beyond."
Upon hearing this, Bismarck couldn't help but mock: "Then it seems you should hire a bunch of fortune tellers to do diplomacy. However, even the most seasoned fortune tellers sometimes get their predictions wrong."
"Predictions being wrong? That's common, it's not important."
"Is that so? Then what is important?"
