Chapter 7: Obscure Dreams

August 1, 1923. Great Büllen, Great Britain, Castle of Einzbergerm.

This ancient castle, which has disappeared in the wind and snow all the year round, is like a huge work of art, it seems that every brick and tile is hand-carved, huge, heavy and exquisite, but the only flaw is that this ancient castle does not have a trace of warmth.

Angel? Feng? Einzberen, a man like a work of art, stood quietly in front of the tall window as he had for countless years before, his blood-red eyes clearly reflected the snow white outside the window.

She didn't know why she did this, shouldn't she quietly wait for fate to come? Could it be that the self without a "soul" still longs for something?

She didn't understand that her knowledge from books and the experience of never being far from the castle were not enough for her to realize what she wanted, so this unconscious desire made her a habit of looking out the window at the white world.

"You're here again!"

A steady middle-aged, white-haired man walked over from the end of the carpet in the hallway. The pair of eyes on the handsome and resolute face that were exactly the same as Angel's, in addition to the deep blood red, also added a little more bright color. Yubstakuhaid? Feng? Einzbelen, the 8th patriarch of the Einzberen family, "Ahad", seems to be interested in Angel, but from his serious smile, it can be seen that he has obviously come to have more important things to do this time.

"Angel, when the time comes, tomorrow I will send someone to send you to China!"

Angel turned around and looked at the man who had given her life, and a trace of fluctuation finally appeared in her eyes.

"Yes, Patriarch."

Finally, has it arrived......

The wind and snow outside the castle gradually calmed down, the sky changed from a dark sea blue to a clear lake blue, and the white earth showed a pink and jade beauty in the soft sunlight.

……

August 1, 1923, Ruhr military base, Germany.

Beiva walked with Yuri's steps in an underground tunnel that had never been marked on the map, the damp and oppressive air in the tunnel was dull and a little maddening, but Beiva didn't seem to feel anything, and still walked unhurriedly by the light of a dim incandescent lamp of five meters.

Along the way, there were some equally dull and dim figures that quickly passed by Beyva, bringing a not-so-cool air flow, which made people feel a little creepy.

At the end of the tunnel, there was a rusty iron door, with a neat collar that had not been messy, and he raised his hand, "Knock! Boom! Boom! Three rhythmic knocks rang out at the door, followed by shouting, "Report!" ”

"Please come in!" A deep voice came from behind the iron gate.

"Yes! Sir! ”

"Squeak!" Beywa pushed open the door and strode in, his young face full of heroism.

It was a very ordinary office, with nothing but a wooden sofa and a huge desk full of books and papers.

"Put your name on it, young non-commissioned officer!" Behind the desk, a thin old man looked at Beiva with a pair of large, piercing eyes without a hint of warmth.

"Chief, my name is Beyva? Cannafitch! The voice was slightly nervous, but the answer was still unhurried, which made the old man's eyes flash with appreciation.

"Hmmm! You should know that our country is now in a recession, inflation, and presumably something big should happen soon! ”

“!” Beyva was shocked, and did not understand why he was talking to himself about such a thing, and did not dare to talk, and continued to listen to the old man.

"In order to deal with this situation, the government has taken measures, but with little effect!" The old man closed his eyes and coughed lightly, and when he opened them again, his gaze became very sharp, "And now, we know a way that is not a solution, and if it succeeds, it can solve the domestic problem in an instant?" And this method needs a trustworthy and powerful person to complete! ”

Beiva understood that it was time for him to make a statement, and immediately said loudly: "I am willing to shed blood for the motherland!" ”

Seeing Beyva's excited face, the old man smiled, crossed his hands on the tip of his nose, and said, "Sergeant Beyva, you are a magician!" ”

Beyva's passionate expression instantly froze on his face, and he looked at the old man who had heard that he was a big man above and didn't even know his name!

……

"Sergeant Beyva, you're a magician!"

“！”

Looking at Beyva with a shocked face, the old man squinted his eyes and continued, "Since you are a magician, you should know about the Holy Grail War!" Isn't it, Sergeant Beywa? ”

"......" Beywa instantly understood what the task was, hesitated for a moment and said loudly: "Yes, sir! ”

"I think you're already clear about the content of the mission! Do you want to take on the task of letting the people know that you saved the country, even if it is completed? ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

“！” The old man was a little surprised to see Beywa so simply, "Don't you want to make any conditions?" The reward for this mission is that you can meet all your requirements as long as it is within the maximum allowable range of the country! ”

"Report sir! I don't ask for anything! Beywa looked at the old man's eyes, which were still a little incredulous, and said seriously: "Before the magician, I was still an imperial soldier, and the motherland is my lifelong wish!" ”

"......" The old man was stunned for a moment, then grinned, "Hahahaha!" Well done, then, Sergeant Beyva, first of all, let you die! ”

Beyva's pupils suddenly constricted, and his face was incredible!

……

On June 22, 1923, the German currency depreciated sharply, and the German central bankers despaired. Rudolf Havenstein, president of the German Bank, said the situation had become very desperate.

Mark's value has fallen very staggeringly. In just 3 weeks, half of the price was lost. At the beginning of the month, $1 was bought at 74,500 marks. But on this day, the value of $1 was 136,000 marks.

The war severely damaged the German economy, but the main reason for the destruction of the German economy was the occupation of the Ruhr by France and Belgium. The occupation began after the Compensation Commission declared that Germany could not export enough coal. Since the occupation, the protesting miners have drastically cut coal production. They don't even produce enough coal to meet domestic consumption. Germany was forced to import, and in this way, it cost a lot of money.

Social welfare spending in Germany is also staggering, as a result of thousands of people being displaced from the Ruhr. As of April, the central bank had sufficient reserves to offset this consumption. These reserves are depleted, and Mark is compensating for the cost.