The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 278: The Jews (Part 1)
Chapter Subtitle: I Follow the Shadow
"Jews!"
“…”
Hitler was silent for a moment before nodding and saying, "I see. Then we do have a common enemy..."
As if a switch had been touched, he began to talk non-stop: "Back when I was in Vienna, I discovered that the Jews were dirty animals, despicable profiteers, greedy vampires..."
As expected, his speech was highly absorbing by the two German-Americans present.
In essence, "His Highness Temperance" is not a typical Hans. He is neither so rigid, nor so cold, nor so conventional.
He was actually a subject of the Austro-Hungarian Empire under the rule of the Habsburg family, a vagrant who had been immersed in the art capital of Vienna for many years, and a third-rate painter who had no artistic talent but did have some artistic temperament.
You know, although the Germans living in Germany and Austria belong to the same ethnic group and speak the same language, they are very different in thought and temperament.
The Seres people must have a deep understanding of this point. The local environment and climate determine the local people.
Why did Hitler become popular in Germany?
To make a not-so-appropriate analogy, he is a bit like our Taiwanese compatriots a hundred years from now, Taiwanese compatriots who are very, very, very Greater Chinaists.
If we change "I was born a German, but today I am no longer a German" to "I was born a Chinese noble, but today I have to suffer the bullying of the Japanese slaves," does it sound very interesting?
In his native Austria, street politicians like him are everywhere. On the contrary, Germany's political tradition has always lacked such orators who are good at inspiring people.
"Well, stop listening to his nonsense. He doesn't hate Jews that much!"
Unfortunately, the "Fool" who has countless historical materials knows "His Highness the Moderate" too well. Moreover, he is not a German and has no prejudice against Jews. He does not like to listen to such meaningless bragging.
If Hitler really hated Jews, he would not have made so many Jewish friends.
Among his close friends at Mannerheim were two Jews: a one-eyed locksmith named Robinson, who often helped him, and a Hungarian art dealer named Josef Neumann, who sympathized with Hitler's shabby clothes and gave him a long coat. Hitler had "deep respect" for Neumann and once said he was "a serious man."
He also had great respect for the three Jewish merchants who sold his works of art, and told his agent Hannig more than once that he "would rather do business with Jews because only they are willing to take risks."
Of course, Hitler himself later declared in Mein Kampf that he had become resolutely anti-Semitic only after discovering in Vienna that the Jews were “cold-blooded, shameless, calculating brothel owners,” that the music and art worlds were controlled by Jews, and, most importantly, that the Social Democratic newspapers were “dominated by Jews.”
These statements are most likely based on some kind of political speculation, because Germans like to hear this.
Moreover, his prejudice was not much greater than that of the average Central European. In Germany, Austria, and the surrounding Catholic countries, almost every Catholic was against the Jews.
Don’t forget that later on the Nazis still had many “honorary Aryans,” and conversely, many German Jews were die-hard fans of the Führer.
"Ahem..." Heinrich coughed loudly and interrupted, "Sorry, although this is another wonderful speech, I have to interrupt."
"Your Highness, the Jews we are talking about are not the same as the Jews you are talking about."
"It's not the same thing?" Hitler asked suspiciously. "By the way, what does His Highness Temperance mean?"
The two Major Arcana of the SCP Foundation looked at each other, and this time the woman explained: "Mr. Adolf Hitler, let me introduce myself again. I am the Destiny of the SCP Foundation."
"And he is..." Miss Enyuka pointed at her companion and said, "Justice."
"And you are..." She pointed at the other person again and said, "Moderation."
Hitler said , "You have confused me. What is the SCP Foundation? And what about fate, justice, and moderation? Why do they sound like Roma tricks?"
The Roma are actually Gypsies, and they have different names in every European ethnic group. Because of the dominance of Anglo-American culture, Eastern people use the English name - Gypsy.
In the eyes of white racists , Roma are also an inferior race, possibly because they often commit petty thefts to make a living.
I have to say that in this regard, Europeans are not as civilized as us Seres...
"Please allow me to answer your question!"
Hitler only felt a flash before his eyes, and the lights in the room shook. The shadow formed by the light originally shining on "Ms. Destiny" on the wall behind her also changed accordingly.
The reflection of her thick blonde hair looked like a clown hat!
At the same time, the black-robed and blonde woman opposite seemed to have become a different person in an instant.
The original "Ms. Destiny" was beautiful, but her beauty always made people feel a little thin.
After all, Miss Enyuka is only in her twenties, hasn't read many books, and is not used to the identity of a goddess, so she lacks a bit of temperament.
Of course it’s different now.
With Yuan Yanshu's possession, not only his 17 points of charm, but also his unique "crazy, cool, and awesome" style of a time traveler burst out all at once.
This made Hitler, who didn't understand what was happening, realize that the person speaking now was no longer the "Ms. Fate" from before.
Our Master Yuan winked at Heinrich, then nodded at the bald boss who was peeking from behind the bar.
The latter nodded knowingly, stood up and walked towards the bar.
He whispered a few words to the boss, who then went into the kitchen obediently, while "Sir Justice" came back with three glasses of beer.
"Thank you." Yuan Yan, who had been looking at Hitler, suddenly took the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
"ha!"
"clang!"
He sighed contentedly, casually tossed the empty glass on the table, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "The beer you Germans brew is really good, at least much better than American beer..."
"Hmm? Your Highness Temperance..." "He" pointed at the beer in front of Hitler and said, "Such a delicious beer, why don't you drink it?"
Hitler was so surprised that he didn't know what to say when he saw that the other person had completely changed and should be a man: "I, I, I..."
"Oh, I see." Our Master Yuan showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and nodded. "You have chronic gastroenteritis, so you can't drink so much beer."
Hearing this, Hitler suddenly became alert. He straightened his body and asked cautiously, "Lady... whoever you are, how did you know I had gastroenteritis?"
"Don't be nervous, Your Highness. I know a lot about you..."
"He" waved his hand carelessly to his prey and began to do what he was best at... that is, to report his resume.
"Relax, relax. When should we start?" Our Master Yuan propped up his cute little chin with his soft hands and muttered to himself.
"How about starting with your family's ancestors in the fifteenth century... Well, that seems too long."
"Why don't you tell me about your father, who has a complicated background and is a playboy... Well, that doesn't seem very polite."
"clatter!"
"Okay, it's decided!" "He" snapped his fingers and said happily, "Let's start from the day you saw the swastika at Benedictine Monastery. Were you nine or ten that year?"
