"Baron Ryerson, this is the coffee you wanted." A flight attendant in a blue-gray skirt puts a cup of coffee on the heinrich. Feng. On the small table in front of Baron Ryerson.

"Thank you." The baron nodded gracefully to the pretty waiter in thanks.

"How far are we from Cairo?" A man sitting on the other side of the cabin asked.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the captain." The waiter replied with a smile, then walked to the front cabin with the tray in hand.

"This is the third cup of coffee you've had on this plane." The man turned to the baron.

"Don't worry, Schultz, I promise you can drink it before landing." Baron Ryerson scooped a spoonful of granulated sugar from the sugar jar on the table.

"You did it on purpose, you know that's not what I mean." Schulz was a little frustrated by his friend's slippery head.

"Well, Schultz, what do you want to talk about?" Ryerson stirred the fragrant coffee and turned his gaze out of the porthole.

"I feel like it's going to be tricky, don't you worry about it at all." Schulz brushed the short gray hair on the side of his head, he was not yet forty years old, but his hairline had receded behind his ears.

"Are you questioning the Führer's decision?" The baron picked up his coffee with a teasing smile on his face.

"God, be quiet." Schultz said in a low voice, then craned his neck to glance at the rear of the cabin.

"There were a dozen SS soldiers sitting in the back." Schultz reminded.

"Don't worry, they're just dropping along with us and going their separate ways when they get to Cairo." The baron took a sip of his coffee, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Do you know the SS lieutenant colonel in the lead? I felt like he was familiar, I guess I had seen him there. Schultz whispered.

"Maybe we met at some military parade, you know I'm not very good at remembering people's faces." The baron took out his handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"So you can get a job at the Imperial Foreign Office?" Schultz complained.

"I have three PhDs, I am fluent in six languages, I am quick-witted, sociable, handsome, and come from an extraordinary family." The baron said with a smug face.

"God, I've been a classmate with you for four years, and I didn't even realize that you were a narcissist." Schultz said, covering his face.

"Make no mistake, Schulz, it's a sign of my confidence." The baron shook his finger at Schultz.

"Well, confident Baron Ryerson, can you tell me now what we should do next when we arrive in Cairo? Frankly, I don't have a clue right now. Schultz sank his face and changed to a serious one.

"The British side has sent a diplomatic representative, and he will meet us at the airport today." The baron put down his coffee cup.

"Sir Fay, Member of the House of Lords." The baron flipped through a small notebook resting on the table.

"Never heard of this man, do you have an impression of him?" Schultz asked, frowning.

"He's a veteran politician, a Conservative, and he worked with us after the war." The baron read the notes in his notebook.

"So he's a pro-German."

"It should be said that he is a pragmatist, and he can't let his guard down against this kind of person." Ryerson glanced at his companion.

"Mr. Schultz, the captain said that we are now twenty minutes away from Cairo." The flight attendant lifted the curtain on the front cabin and announced.

"Thank you, Miss Curt." Schultz thanks.

"Twenty minutes left, and it looks like I have enough time to finish this cup of coffee." The baron stirred the spoon.

"Leave this cup of coffee alone and continue to talk about your plans."

"Schultz, I see that you misjudged on a key issue." Ryerson looked into his companion's eyes and said earnestly.

"What's the problem?" Schultz blinked a little.

"It's the British who need our support now, not the help of the British, and you have to keep that in mind, otherwise we could really get into trouble with this mission." Ryerson said with a serious expression.

"I don't understand what you mean, aren't we here to seek cooperation?" Schultz asked, confused.

"No, no, no, dear Schultz, my friend. Our mission was actually to declare to the British the attitude of the Third Reich and to reassure them, the Führer did not care whether he could reach any cooperation agreement with the British, and his eyes would not be limited to this land. Ryerson tapped on the table.

"We are here, so to speak, just a symbol, a guarantee from the Führer to the British, so don't worry about whether you will be able to complete your mission, you can treat this mission as if it were a public holiday, and enjoy the exotic atmosphere." Ryerson closed the notebook and slipped it into the inner pocket of his suit.

"Sir, we have already contacted the other party, and the German envoy's special plane is still fifteen minutes away from Cairo." A British Army captain ran to Colonel Hunt to report.

"Order the guard of honor and the marching band to get ready and get the slackers out of the tents. Take care of me and Sir Jazz's horses, and ask them to bring me some cold soda. Colonel Hunt turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins to the orderly.

"Yes, understood, sir." The captain gave the colonel a military salute.

"Honestly, you're really good at riding, Colonel." Sir Fay took the wet towel from the Indian waiter and wiped the sweat from the back of his neck.

"In ten minutes, the plane of the German envoy will arrive." The colonel took off his military cap and handed it to the Indian attendant.

"It's ten pounds, and we're both clear." Fay pulled his purse out of his pocket and pulled out a ten-pound note.

"Thank you very much, Sir Sir." Hunter wiped the sweat from his forehead and happily accepted the bet.

"Colonel, do you know how to play? I have a hand game with Sir Duke after dinner, would you be interested in participating? Fay picked up a bottle of iced Fanta from the ice bucket held by the waiter and handed it to the Colonel.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, it's an honor to have you invited, and of course I'd like to participate in this game." Hunter accepted the invitation without hesitation.

This is a rare opportunity not only to meet some high-level politicians, but also to get into their social circles. Colonel Hunt is not from an aristocratic background, relying entirely on military merit and seniority to slowly climb to his current position, it is difficult for Hunt, who lacks connections and background, to be promoted again, and there are many old colonels like him in the British army, and most of them can only retire from the military career after the service period is reached. If you know a couple of parliamentarians and politicians at the top, then the situation is very different, and if the other party is willing to invest in him, then becoming a general is no longer a dream, but only a matter of time.

"That's good, you can come with me when the dinner is over." Fay used a wrench to lift the cap of Fanta's bottle and inserted a wax paper straw.

"Your Excellency, what is the name of that German envoy? How many of them came this time? Hunter asked.

"All I know is that his name is Heinrich. Feng. Ryerson. Fay said, holding a straw.

"Sounds like an aristocrat." The Colonel sucked in a cold soda with a pleasant expression.

"Well, it's a baron." Fay rubbed his temples, the ice soda was really strong.

"How many of them are there this time?"

"It is said that there are only two people, the baron and his personal assistant." Fay replied with a frown.

"Tsk, that's grand." The Colonel scoffed.

"This envoy should not be underestimated, this baron was personally appointed by the German Führer, authorized by the German Führer, and he is the plenipotentiary of the Third Reich at the diplomatic level, and no one can be offended by it." Fay reminded.

"I see, Your Excellency." Hunter hurriedly bowed his head and was taught.

"The German envoy's security work in Egypt is all entrusted to you, and his personal safety must be guaranteed. Fay commanded.

"I will send people to protect the German envoy twenty-four hours a day, and I will never let him be harmed in Egypt." Hunter replied solemnly.

At this time, the hum of an aircraft engine could be heard in the distance, and the two of them looked up with a pergola, and finally found a small figure in the background of the blue sky.

"Assemble the guard of honor, get the marching band ready, and bring my hat." Colonel Hunt hurriedly ordered his subordinates.

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