It was impossible for Jürgen to promise Lamu anything on the spot, but he agreed to apply to his superiors for him, provided that Lamu could provide him with sufficient information to prove his eligibility for asylum in the Third Reich.

Lamu is a person with a tenacious character, but tenacious and strong are two different things, he is just an ordinary person who loves to enjoy, and there is no lofty ideals and beliefs as spiritual support.

The moment he opened his mouth, he lost the reason and the determination to continue his stubborn resistance, the Germans had proven that they had hell in their hands, and in the face of this irresistible demon, compromise and cooperation were the wisest options for him.

Although Lamu did not get the promise he wanted, he eventually confessed to Jürgen what he knew. The mixed-race man first told the Germans about his life story, which sounded quite "inspirational", with complex plot twists and turns, and most of the people present were fascinated.

The caste system in India has been entrenched in Indian society for thousands of years, and there is a lot of information on it, so I will not go into detail in this book. I will only talk about the Dalits, the so-called untouchables, most of whom are the original inhabitants of the Indian peninsula and the true masters of the subcontinent.

It was common for Aryan invaders to occupy this fertile land, and it was common for conquerors to reduce prisoners of war and hostile civilians to slavery. The problem is that the invaders invented a caste system that solidified social hierarchies according to occupation and bloodline, so that the blood of the rulers was always high, and the oppressed at the bottom could never be turned over.

Dalits do not only rely on blood to perpetuate, ordinary people can also be relegated to Dalits, such as prisoners of war and criminals captured in the wars between princely states, can be reduced to pariahs by the rulers. At the same time, Dalits also have an important source, that is, the children of inter-caste marriages who violate the caste system, they are deprived of their original caste from the moment they are born, and they become the most lowly and lowly Dalits.

Intercaste marriage, which refers to the marriage between a high-caste woman and a lower-caste man, is seen as a defilement of the noble caste, and usually if the woman is obsessed, she will be expelled from the family and stripped of her name in order to preserve the honor of the upper caste, and become a pariah along with her children. As for the man, if he is lucky, he can still leave a life, and when he encounters the woman's strong family, his life is not guaranteed, and he may even be destroyed by the other party.

All this is actually a means for the higher castes to defend their class status and block the upward space of the lower castes, and it is absolutely not allowed for the lower castes to mix with the blood of the upper castes.

As mentioned earlier, his father was of mixed Anglo-Indian descent, and his mother came from a traditional Vaishya family, so he was not a Dalit at all from his appearance, but because of his European face and pale skin, he looked more like a Kshatriya or a nobler Brahmin.

It was this disguise that his father used to trick his mother, and he even relied on rhetoric to get the girl to elope with him, the man's real purpose was actually very shady, he just wanted to get a sum of money from the girl.

Lamu's mother, who was young and ignorant and overwhelmed by love, stole a sum of money from the family and fled with Lamu's father from bustling Mumbai to Hyderabad in the north.

But no amount of wealth will be spent, and the money brought by the girl is quickly squandered by the man, who one morning left the rented apartment with what was left, and never returned.

The girl waited for three days and three nights before she found out that she had been abandoned, and it was too late to regret it, she was already pregnant with the man's blood in her belly. At this time, the girl was penniless, and her personal survival became a problem, not to mention giving birth to and raising a baby. In desperation, she contacted her parents in Mumbai through the local police station and asked for help from her family who had been betrayed and abandoned.

The girl's father was a successful businessman, and he had already set a marriage for the girl, but because of the girl's elopement, he and the whole family became the laughing stock of the world. The girl is unfortunate and lucky at the same time, because her parents still care for her, and in the end they did not treat her as a shame and give up, after all, it is their own blood and blood, and the blood and family relationship cannot be broken.

The girl's parents soon arrived in Hyderabad, and the daughter, who was once regarded as the jewel of the palm, has now become a pregnant woman holding her belly. The merchant could no longer contain his anger, and he threw out a hefty bounty, even using the power of his family, and the father vowed to find the damned liar and chop off the scumbag's head with his own hands.

"How did it turn out?" Randolph asked, blinking.

"What did you say?" Jürgen put down his hand and read half of the report.

"Did that scumbag, Lamu's father, find it?" Randolph was already drawn to the story and was feeling righteous indignation at what happened to the girl.

According to Lamu, he deliberately investigated afterwards, and the police found the man's floating body by a cargo dock in Karachi, and he was stabbed dozens of times before he died, and because he could not find any clues, the case was finally closed as a robbery and murder.

"Did the girl's father do it?"

"I don't know, if you need it, I can ask the Indian side to find a way to get the case file." Jürgen replied respectfully.

"Forget it, it's too much trouble, anyway, just know that this bastard is dead, please keep talking, Major Jürgen." Randolph was pleased with the man's fate, and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

"All right, Lieutenant Colonel, next—" Jürgen picked up the report again.

The local medical conditions in India were terrible, abortion was illegal at the time, and the fetus was five months old, and it was too late to even have it aborted. It would be impossible for the merchant couple to return to Mumbai with a pregnant woman, which would make the whole family unable to hold their heads up. The only option they had at that time was to quietly give birth to the child locally.

Eventually, Lamu was abandoned by his relatives less than three days after he was born in a private clinic in Hyderabad, and was placed in the care of a local Dalit family. I don't know what his mother thought at the time, but it was obviously a helpless but correct decision for this high-caste woman, and his maternal grandparents must have put a lot of pressure on him.

The girl left the child a handwritten letter that told the story of the whole story, why she chose to abandon him, and finally asked Lamu to forgive her as an irresponsible mother.

The Dalit surname Lamu was given by his maternal grandfather, and the Dalit family that adopted him was uneducated, so he never gave him another name, and as a result, Lamu stayed with him throughout his childhood and adolescence, and he only knew that his name was Lamu, a lowly pariah.

As he grew older, Lamu's appearance became more and more noticeable, not so much because he was handsome, but because of his Westernized face and pale complexion, which made him stand out from the crowd of dark-brown Dalit children. This appearance brought him some benefits, because the nobles of the street often treated him with special favor when they gave him food and money. At the same time, this skin color also caused him a lot of trouble, and the dark-skinned Dalit children, often deliberately bullied and beat him out of jealousy, and apparently these companions regarded him as a nasty other, a bat that had blended in with the birds.

These encounters caused Lamu to dislike and hate his Dalit identity, he knew that he was different, that he should not be a Dalit, that he should sit in the dining room with its shining glass windows, and enjoy the service of many servants, rather than crouching on the sidewalk outside the restaurant, waiting for some leftovers to be thrown out of it.

From the age of twelve, Lamu left the Dalit family and began to wander the streets of Hyderabad, where he did all the menial things to survive, and as Jürgen said, he was a smart man who learned faster than children his age, whether it was theft or fraud.

If it continues like this, sooner or later Lamu will become a professional criminal, and maybe even a Dalit gangster or something. But when he was fifteen years old, his life changed when he met a kind British railway engineer, Mr. Henderson.

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