When he had finished speaking, Adolf got up again and walked to the window and looked out at the Danube. The old iron bridge, which used to make him inexplicably angry, still stands there quietly.

In Kubišek's memory, when Adolf talked about his vision of Linz's city, he often looked at the "big ugly monster" very unpleasantly. Sure enough, he immediately began to complain again.

"That ugly thing is still there, but it doesn't have many days left, just wait and see, Kubišik. ”

Then Adolf turned around again and smiled at Kubišek.

"I'd love to walk with you on that bridge again, just like before. But this is no longer realistic, and everywhere I go must be surrounded by people. But believe me, Kubišik, I have a big picture for Linz. ”

Kubišek was convinced of this.

He had experienced first-hand the thoughts of the "Führer" in front of him when he was young, when he had walked through the streets of Linz just to find something to change. Now, he's starting to talk to himself about every plan slowly.

"The new Danube Bridge, which will be called the Nibelungen Bridge, will be a model in the history of modern bridge construction. ”

Adolf described in detail to Kubišek the shape of the two bridgeheads of the bridge, followed by the theater, which Adolf envisioned would be dedicated to plays and operettas when the new opera house was built on the site of the former railway station. In addition, for Linz to become a veritable "city of Bruckner", a modern concert hall had to be built for the city......

"I want to make Linz a cultural hub, and I want to see it all come to life. ”

In front of Kubišik, with his back to Linz outside the window, Adolf spoke passionately to his friend, just as he had said in the past.

In the past, Kubyšek would jokingly ask him, "So, where does the money come from?" and then provoke Adolf's angry glare, but now, Kubyšik can no longer ask such questions.

Because now he is no longer the poor boy he was back then. At the beginning, he could only sketch his dreams in his mind, but now he owns half of Europe, the whole world has to listen to him, and he has the ability to realize his dreams with his own hands.

Looking at the "Führer" in front of him, his ambition and high spirits gradually coincided with the image of the poor boy who talked loudly and was full of ambition in Linz......

Kubišek thought the meeting was coming to an end, but Adolf then began to envision a large symphony orchestra in Linz, and the conversation suddenly cut to a personal topic.

"Tell me, Kubišik, what are you doing now?"

Adolf stared at his friend in front of him, he wanted to know what his friend had been doing in the past thirty years. Kubišek then told Adolf that he had been working as a clerk since he became a government employee in 1920.

"What does a clerk do?"

He asked, confused.

Kubišik's face was a little embarrassed, he knew that Adolf looked down on civil servants and thought that they were just getting by, Adolf interrupted again.

"So you're a civil servant, a clerk! It's not for you, what about your music?"

Kubišik was silent for a moment, then recounted the past he had not spoken.

In 1912, he studied at the Vienna Conservatory for four years, and finally succeeded in being hired as an assistant conductor of the orchestra at the Maribor Municipal Music Theater, where he made his debut and then toured the surrounding cities, gaining much support and appreciation from all walks of life.

Immediately afterwards, the theater owner was very impressed by his performance and expressed his willingness to let him be the conductor of the opera. It's a great band of 40 people, a good theatre and a modern stage, all in the capital of Kelten, a city famous for its love of music.

From a family of decorators to a musician on the verge of taking to the big stage, Kubišik has gained everything he could not have imagined in the past. Everything seems to be getting better.

However, a few months later...... The war destroyed everything.

In 1914, when the war against Russia broke out, Kubišek was forced to go to the front as an ordinary soldier in Austria-Hungary, and when he returned to his hometown a few years later, he found that everything had changed. His father fell seriously ill and died shortly after his return, and in order to take care of his mother, he finally chose to give up his musical dreams and became an ordinary civil servant in Efeldin......

Adolf listened attentively, and finally he fell silent, he had always respected Kubyšek's parents, but he had never thought it would be like this.

He nodded silently and said:

"yes, the war we lost. ”

That war changed the fate of two people.

A young man with musical talent, a seemingly promising musician, ends up having to give up his dream because of the war. Similarly, Adolf's future seems to be in doubt, and his aimless studies and disdain for professional training seem to have only a failed end, but at the moment he has relied on that war to become the current German Führer.

Then Adolf looked at Kubišek and said.

"You're not going to be a clerk for the rest of your life, Kubišik. ”

With that, he stood up again, pacing back and forth, and then as if he had made up his mind.

"Kubišik, I want to take a trip to Efedin. ”

Efeldin, this is where Kubišek now settles, and where he works as a civil servant.

"Of course I'll come to see you, Kubišik. But I'll just come specifically for you, and then we can take a walk along the Danube. Here, I can't even think about it - they never let me out alone. ”

His tone was calm and firm, but Kubišik could see the difficulty of the decision.

He is not a single person, he is concerned with the affairs of the whole country, and when he opens his eyes all day long, he is surrounded by a large number of laws, administrative processing, the appointment and dismissal of high-ranking government officials, and even the order of military transfers, and a single sentence can decide the life and death of thousands of people. He can't even go out alone, let alone go to a small city on a whim, which is bound to meet with fierce opposition.

However, Kubysek shook his head and persuaded Adolf to abandon the idea, not wanting his friend to delay his business for his own sake.

Adolf frowned, and finally the two talked about the music they both loved.

Now we finally got to the topic that Kubišik liked. But in the end, Kubišik just briefly talked about some of the music events I attended in town, and the little band I formed in my spare time. Because his small concert performances were insignificant compared to the major international affairs that Adolf usually dealt with, Kubyschek feared that he would be bored by talking too much.

But he was wrong. In order to save time, he had to write about things like this, but Adolf interrupted unrelentingly:

"What, Kubišik, you can play a symphony in such a little Eferdin! What tracks have you played?"

He then asked me how strong my band was and what its composition was, and he was amazed at Kubischik's answer, and congratulated his friend on his success.

"That's where I have to help you, Kubišek,"

He couldn't help but say in a loud voice.

"Make me a list and tell me what you need. Also, what is your personal situation, and how are you living a difficult life?"

It was clear that he was hinting to Kubyšek that he would prepare a big band for his friends whenever he spoke. For him at this moment, this is simply a matter of words.

But Kubišik replied that although my income was only measurable, it was enough for me, so I had no personal requirements. He turned his head sideways to look at Kubišik, his expression a little surprised.

Obviously, he had never met a man as desireless as Kubišik.

"Do you have children, Kubysek?"

"Yes, I have three sons. ”

"Three sons!"

He exclaimed in admiration, and then he repeated it a few times with a solemn expression.

"You've got three sons, Kubišek, and I'm not married, I'm alone now. But I'm willing to take care of your son. ”

So Kubišek talked to him about the boys in his own family—Hitler wanted to know every detail of their upbringing. Kubišik told him that all three of his sons were musically gifted, and that two of them were excellent draftsmen, and he was very pleased to hear them.

"Kubišik, I should take responsibility for the education of these three children,"

He said to Kubišik.

"I don't want to repeat the mistakes of these talented young men, you know best what it was like when we were in Vienna. But after we parted, I had even worse days, not allowing the talents of young people to be stifled by poverty and misery. As long as I can do it, I will do my best, especially to your children, Kubišik!"

"Buckle ......"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then a respectful male voice sounded, it was his adjutant.

"Führer, the expected show is about to begin. ”

As if interrupted from the conversation, Adolf looked unhappy, but then, as if thinking of something, he suddenly said to Kubyšek.

"Kubišik, are you interested in going to a show with me?"

......

It was an opera dedicated to the Führer, called "Twilight of the Gods", which was specially brought to Linz by German opera artists to serve the Führer, because the Führer had no other leisure time except for the time when he returned to Linz.

It was a magnificent opera, with a solemn and loud voice that accentuated the theme of awakening. It is a well-deserved masterpiece.

"It's the only show I've been able to watch this year, but no, we're at war. ”

Sitting in the box, Adolf said to his friend, and then he added with a little resentment.

"It's a shame that this war will delay our reconstruction plans for years, and I'm not the head of the Greater German Reich to fight every day. ”

The Führer, who had won major military victories in Poland and France, was quite shocked that he would speak to him in such a tone. He suddenly realized that perhaps his presence reminded Adolf Hitler of such a fact.

Time is like an arrow urging people to grow old.

After all, we first met at the prime of life. Although he looked stronger now than ever, when he found that his young companion was in the twilight of his life, he must have realized that the unforgiving years had also left an indelible mark on him.

"This battle took me a good time. ”

He continued.

"You know me, Kubišik, you know I've always wanted to build this country, that's what I've wanted to do all my life, you know what I mean? You know better than anyone how much I designed and conceived when I was younger. So far, only a few have been realized, and there are still a lot of plans to be done. But who else can do that? Now I can only watch the war take away my good time. ”

"Shame, sorrow! Time waits for no one, Kubišik, and we will only get older. In a few years, it's too late to do it. ”

It wasn't until after the opera that the two were about to separate, the war was still going on, and he couldn't stay in Linz to catch up with his friends. But he still reluctantly held his friend's hand and said affectionately.

"This war has pulled me into the water. But I hope it won't last long. Once the battle is over, I will be able to shift my focus to domestic construction and start implementing all my remaining plans. Kubišik, when the time comes, I will send for you, and I will keep you by my side forever. ”

"Ragnarok" came to an end, and it was indeed a heartfelt performance.

As Kubišik walked out of the theater and found that the street had been quarantined, he stood where the Führer was about to pass, hoping to see his friend again. A few minutes later, the Führer's motorcade arrived in front of the theater. Hitler stood in his car and was greeted by the crowd. His convoy clinged to the cordon and drove on both sides of the street. The series of events that followed will be remembered by Kubyšik for the rest of his life.

The convoy slowly approached in the direction of the crowd where Kubišik was, and Kubišik stood beside the cordon drawn by the rope and raised his arm in salute. It was then that the Führer recognized him, and he motioned for the driver to stop the whole convoy, while his car leaned towards me. He leaned over and took Kubišek's hand and smiled at his friend.

"Goodbye. ”

The Führer's car returned to the middle of the convoy, and he straightened his posture and waved goodbye to the crowd.

Then the convoy headed straight for the airport, leaving behind only the friend who had fallen into the crowd and became the focus of public opinion, because everyone wanted to understand why this man was favored by the Führer.

This was one of the few encounters between Kubyšek and Adolf Hitler, for the war became more and more difficult in the days that followed, and he had only a few chances to see his friends again.

......

"Führer, there are some new breakthroughs in the EU program at the moment, and Dr. Davinz would like you to take a look at the latest developments. ”

On the plane, an admiral was sitting on the sidelines, from time to time writing something on a document, and at the same time said to Adolf Hitler.

Adolf, who has just recovered from the joy of reuniting his friends, has a highly secret plan, referring to the ether and U is unknown, intending to use the technology of ancient Atlantis to recreate all kinds of black magic. In the minds of the members of the Far North, they are madly convinced of the existence of the ancient Atlantean civilization and try to find the sunken Atlantis.

According to their research, the ancient Atlantean period was an era of highly developed magic, and the ancient humans used an energy called "ether", and Dr. Davenz was responsible for using the "ether" of the ancient Atlantean civilization to try to build a flying machine powered by "ether" to deal with the Allied warplanes.

"Saucer-shaped flying machines? ”

Looking at the blueprints of the new aircraft handed over by the Admiral, the strange saucer-like flying machine aroused Adolf's interest.

"Ancient wisdom should not be buried like this, Germany needs more powerful technology, whatever it may be. In addition, tell the ancient army groups that I don't care what kind of werewolves, fishmen, vampires their enemies are, even if they are dragons, any enemy that stands in the way of Germany should be crushed!"

The deep voice spoke loudly.

According to the German army group at that time, there were six army groups A, B, C, D, and the south and north......

......

And in an old underground church somewhere in London, England, a group of people in black monk's robes were talking to a few candles.

"Now it can be determined that the world key has fallen into the hands of the Nazis, to be precise, into the hands of the Nazi Führer, or rather, the world key has chosen him. ”

An old monk who shrouded himself in black monk's robes said to his companion in front of him.

A few people were silent, except for the occasional sigh.

"The World Key is not something that humans can control, and although no one has been able to crack the secret of the World Key to this day, we cannot let this be a possibility, if the German Führer does crack the secret...... The consequences are unimaginable. ”

One of them couldn't help but say.

But then an old female voice retorted.

But past experience has taught us that meddling in worldly power struggles is not a good thing, and that we will pay the price. ”

All of a sudden, a noisy voice sounded among several people.

There was a heated argument between the ancient monastic as to whether or not to meddle in worldly matters, but in the end, a voice sounded to quell the debate.

"Worldly power has nothing to do with us, and Germany is strong or not with us who are escapists. The world is chaotic, the power struggle rises and falls, and there is nothing new in a thousand years, so why care. But now the young forces called the Far North are trying to suppress the entire Dark World with secular power, in search of their so-called Atlantean civilization...... The struggle between the dark world and the mundane has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and it is not easy to have the balance that we have now, and it is not beneficial to break the balance. ”

"This is not a matter for us, but for the whole human world, and the German Führer named Adolf is now united with Italy, crushing France and defeating Poland, and I am afraid that the whole of Europe will not find an opponent......"

The voice muttered for a moment, then spoke.

"We are rooted in Europe, and I am afraid that it is difficult to be completely sure with our strength alone, perhaps...... It's time to turn to the new world across the ocean for help. ”

As soon as the word New World came out, there was a sudden silence among several people.

For these old monks of the hermitage, it was as if there was some strange power in the word that they did not want to mention.

"New World, you mean to turn to the merchants, the Freemasons, who are obsessed with worldly power and wealth?"

The voice of the disgruntled old woman rang out, and the disgust in it overflowed with words, as if there was some kind of holiday between her and this Freemasonry.

"Freemasons control the whole New World, and Europe has their power, and their power is still higher than that of the hermitages. This is not the time to settle grievances, and for the good of humanity, we should join forces with the Freemasons to defeat the German Führer. ”

With this voice, the underground church fell silent again.

A few days later, a letter was sent somewhere across the ocean.

“...... About Germany...... World Key ......"

......

And somewhere in Berlin, in that place of steel chambers and state-of-the-art mechanisms, within that lifelike statue, an erect pupil opened and stared coldly at the crystal sky.

On the chessboard, the vicious head with a weapon in both hands slashed at its mother, blood oozing everywhere it slashed.

The behemoth with a thousand heads, a thousand hands and feet, a non-human and non-beastly creature made a painful sound, and it tried to get rid of the pain, but the thousands of heads on its body had their own different ideas, and they were clamoring wildly, making it difficult for it to realize its ideas.

“......”

Staring at the painful behemoth, the cold pupils emitted a strange sneer that ordinary people couldn't hear.

Nationalism, which originated in the Hundred Years' War between England and France and was inspired by Joan of Arc, was baptized by the French Revolution and led to the birth of something in the crystal sky.

It is precisely because of the formation of the concept of "human" in itself that the behemoth with thousands of heads and prostrate on the earth was finally formed, because all human beings regard themselves as their own kind.

And now, this thing that once promoted progress has finally been distorted into a perverse and cruel thing.

Wisdom begets deceit, courage begets tyranny, love begets lust, and kindness begets weakness...... Good and evil are one, and everything has two sides, so what will be born of nationalism born to protect the country?

The cold pupil once said that it had planted a seed with the help of Joan of Arc's hand, and now, the seed had sprouted.

The behemoth on the chessboard wept in pain, and the cold pupils let out a strange laugh, mocking the inadequate young beast.