The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 276: Card Making (Part 2)
Subtitle of this chapter: After all, he is just an ordinary person.
"Mr. Adolf Hitler, congratulations. A very good speech."
"Thank you, sir..."
Hitler looked at the man who emerged from the darkness. Besides speaking standard German, he also had typical Aryan features. It was a pity that a hideous scar on his face marred his handsome features.
But this scar and the military temperament of this man made Hitler, a veteran of World War I, feel a sense of familiarity.
"Excuse me, who are you..."
"Oh, Mr. Hitler. My name is Hermann Augustus von Heinrich." The man took off his hat and bowed slightly. Then he said very frankly: "To be honest, I am actually an American, a German-American citizen born in the United States."
Hitler frowned upon hearing this and asked sarcastically, "American?! So, may I ask, Hermann Augustus von Heinrich, why do you, a German-American citizen, come to see me?"
Heinrich smiled and replied: "Fate, Herr Hitler. It is fate that has brought me to you..."
"And I am destiny!"
A clear female voice suddenly sounded in their ears, and a graceful figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
"Ms. Fate" slowly lowered her hood and smiled sweetly at Hitler.
Her golden hair made his eyes dazzled, and her pretty face made him breathless.
The blonde beauty came up to him, curtsied like a lady, and said, "Finally, I meet you, Your Highness."
"Hello, hello..." Seeing such a beautiful woman, the 32-year-old straight man started to stutter.
Even though he is one of the greatest figures of the entire 20th century, there are only a handful of people who can be compared with him.
No matter whether people in later generations describe him as a cruel and insane devil or a savior who failed at the last moment, he is, after all, just an ordinary man.
As long as they are mortals, they will be seduced by beauty, tempted by money, and killed by swords and guns...
"Master Ball, if I were to take over Lord Justice's body and kill him..."
"Host, there is no doubt that your S value will definitely go off the charts!"
"Master Ball, of course I know. What I want to ask is, will this world's style become like Red Alert?"
"Host, no. But there is a five-star, incredible piece of equipment—a time machine. If you can develop the SCP Foundation into the NOD Brotherhood, and also find a way to help Einstein invent a time machine in 1950 to go back to 1933 and kill Hitler, then the style can be changed to Red Alert 1."
"Master Ball, I get it. So if Iron Man gets anally fucked next, it'll be like Red Alert 2. And if he manages to break into Buckingham Palace and gets taken out by my NOD... that SCP Foundation spy, then there'll be a Tiberium Rise, and it'll be like Command & Conquer."
"Host, you are right. Do you want to accept such a heaven-defying mission?"
"Master Ball, it's still early for 1950. Let me think..."
Hitler, who still had some clarity of mind at this point, noticed the other party's address: "By the way, Miss. What did you call me?"
Miss Enyuka said very seriously: "Mr. Hitler. I call you Your Highness Temperance."
"I am Her Highness Temperance? Then you are Miss Destiny? Hahaha..." Hitler couldn't help laughing.
"Madam, please call me Lady Fate." The blond dragoon said in a more serious tone, "In a sense, I am married to 'Fate', so I can't be called Miss."
Seeing such a serious expression and hearing such strange words, Hitler felt a little uneasy and his laughter subsided.
"Hahaha, then it's nice to meet you two. I have something else to do, so why not..."
"Why don't we have a late-night snack together?" Mr. Heinrich interrupted. "I'd also like to donate a little to your party."
Hitler looked at the strange man and woman again and found that although their words sounded really strange, their clothes made them look very rich.
But the National Socialist German Workers' Party is now short of money.
You should know that the 180,000 marks needed to buy the future Nazi Party newspaper, People's Observer, were raised by the Nazi high-ranking officials who begged for help from everyone.
At that time, these 180,000 marks were equivalent to less than 500 US dollars, and our Master Yuan could have the money by making a few fewer sets of clothes.
From this perspective, investing in the Nazi Party now is really a good business with billions of profits.
So this mortal hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, then we will..."
He looked around and pointed to a shabby little tavern on the street and said, "Let's go there."
"Mr. Justice" rolled in the mud in the trenches, and "Ms. Destiny" worked as a prostitute in the slums, so naturally they would not despise the conditions there.
They looked at each other and nodded...
"Sorry, we are closing..." The short and strong boss with a bald said weakly when he saw the customer coming in, instead of welcoming him.
It's already past nine o'clock. This is not the extravagant Daxinxiang, but the depressed Munich. It's almost time to close the shop.
"bite!"
“Diliululu…”
Mr. Heinrich flicked his thumb, and a coin landed accurately on the bar counter, rolling right in front of the boss.
The boss looked closely and found that it was a shiny nickel, a five-cent nickel.
When it comes to our "Mr. Fool", the tip starts from one dollar every time.
Because he was always a little alienated from the prices at that time, and he made money too easily. But because of this, he is now very popular among the waiters in New York's high-end hotels.
But "Mr. Justice", who had spent some time in Europe, knew that a five-cent tip was considered very generous in Germany.
As expected, as soon as the five cents was paid, the boss immediately put on a smiling face and said attentively, "Three guests, please take a seat."
He then noticed that two of the three people were well-dressed, so he asked more enthusiastically, "What would you like to eat? I have a special sauerkraut soup, sausages made by my wife, bread baked this afternoon, and the best beer in Munich..."
“Gurgle…”
Upon hearing this, one of the three people's stomach rumbled.
No need to ask, as a mortal, how can you not feel hungry?
Mr. Heinrich pretended not to hear and pulled out three one-dollar bills handed them over, and said, "Boss, whatever you have, please."
The boss was so laughing that his eyes couldn't open. He kept saying, "Okay, okay, please wait a moment."
Soon, the boss brought a table full of dishes and three big glasses of beer.
Lady Fate raised her glass and said cheerfully, "Come, our Lord Temperance."
This time Hitler did not object to the title and also picked up the beer glass...
