Subtitle of this chapter: After all, he was just a mere mortal.

Author's note: The original manuscript of Beethoven's Heroic Symphony: In Memory of a Great Man is titled "Napoleon-Bonaparte Symphony" because it was originally written for Napoleon at the invitation of the French ambassador to Vienna.

But when Beethoven heard the news of Napoleon's proclamation as emperor, he angrily tore off the title page and changed it to its current title.

The above sentence is Beethoven's evaluation of Napoleon.

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"Congratulations, Mr. Adolf Hitler. Very good presentation. ”

"Thank you, sir......"

Hitler looked at the man who had come out of the darkness. In addition to his standard German, he also had a standard Aryan look. It's a pity that the hideous scar on his face ruined this person's handsome appearance.

But this scar and the kind of military temperament on this man made Hitler, a veteran of the First World War, feel a sense of intimacy.

"Excuse me, ...... you are?"

"Oh, Mr. Hitler. My name is Hermann Augustus von Heinrich. The man took off his hat and bowed slightly. Then he said very calmly, "To tell you the truth, I am actually an American, a German-American citizen born in the United States. ”

Hitler frowned when he heard this, and asked in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Americans?!" Then Mr. Hermann Augustus von Heinrich, why did you, a German-American citizen, come to me? ”

Heinrich smiled and replied, "Fate, Mr. Hitler." It was fate that brought me to you......"

"And I am destiny!"

A crisp female voice suddenly sounded in their ears, and a graceful figure slowly appeared from the darkness.

"Lady Fate" slowly rolled down the hood on her head and smiled at Hitler.

Her blonde hair made his eyes glaze, and her pretty face made him breathe.

I saw this blonde beauty come to him, curtsy a lady, and said, "I have finally seen you, Your Highness of Temperance." ”

"You, you, hello......" Seeing such a beauty, this two-year-old straight man, who is now Chinese New Year's Eve two, stuttered a little when he spoke.

Even though he was one of the greatest figures of the entire twentieth century, there were no more than one hand to match him.

Regardless of whether people in later generations will call him a mad demon or a failed savior, in the end, he is just a mortal.

As long as you are a mortal, you will be fascinated by beauty, tempted by money, and killed by knives and guns......

"Master Ball, you said that if I took over the body of the 'Lord Justice' and killed him now......"

"Host, there is no doubt that your S-value will definitely blow up the table!"

"Master ball, of course I do. What I want to ask is, will the style of painting in this world become "Red Alert"? ”

"Host, no. However, there is a five-star anti-heaven equipment - a time machine. If you can develop the SCP Foundation into a NOD Brotherhood, and find a way to help Einstein invent a time machine in 1950 and kill Hitler in 1933, then you can change the art style to Red Alert 1. ”

"Master ball, I see. In this way, if Uncle Iron Man is blown up by the Allies next, it will be the painting style of "Red Alert 2"; And if he can make it to Buckingham Palace, he will be my NOD...... If that SCP Foundation spy is killed, there will be 'Tiberium Coming', and the art style will be "Command & Conquer". ”

"Host, you're right. Do you want to accept such an anti-heaven mission? ”

"Master ball, it's still early in 1950, let me think about it......"

At this time, Hitler, who was still a little clear-headed, noticed the other party's salutation: "By the way, Mademoiselle." What do you call me? ”

Miss Aynica said very seriously, "Mr. Hitler. I call you, Your Highness. ”

"Am I Your Highness Temperance? So you're Miss Destiny? Hahaha......" Hitler couldn't help but laugh.

"Ma'am, please call me Lady Destiny." The blonde dragoon said in a more serious tone, "In a sense, I'm married to 'Fate', so I can't be called a young lady anymore. ”

Seeing such serious expressions and hearing such strange words, Hitler was also a little furious in his heart, and his laughter was lowered.

"Hehehe, then it's nice to meet you two, I still have some things, so it's better to ......"

"Why don't we have a supper together?" Mr. Heinrich interrupted, "I would also like to donate a little money to your party. ”

Hitler looked at the strange man and woman again, and found that although they sounded really strange, they were really rich in their clothes.

And the German National Socialist Workers' Party is now short of money.

You must know that last year, in order to buy the future Nazi Party newspaper "People's Observer", the 180,000 marks needed were all raised by the Nazi high-ranking people begging their grandfather to tell their grandmother.

And this 180,000 marks is equivalent to less than 500 US dollars at this time, and our Master Yuan can make a few less clothes.

From this point of view, investing in the Nazi Party now is really a good business with a profit of "100 million".

So the mortal hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay then, we'll ......"

He looked around, pointed to a shabby tavern on the side of the street, and said, "Just go up there." ”

"Lord Justice" rolled through the mud in the trench, and "Lady Fate" played the role of a concubine in the slums, so naturally she would not dislike the conditions there.

They looked at each other and nodded......

"I'm sorry, we're closing......" said the short, slick boss when he saw the guests enter, not just welcome.

It's already past nine o'clock, and this is not a drunken Xinxiang, but a depressed Munich, and it's almost time to close.

"Ding!"

"Dripping ......"

With a flick of Mr. Heinrich's thumb, a coin landed on the bar and rolled right in front of the boss.

The boss looked at it, and it turned out to be a shiny nickel, a nickel of five cents.

Changed to our "Lord Fool", every time we tip, it starts at one dollar.

Because he was always a little bit estranged from the prices at that time, and it was too easy for him to make money. But because of this, he is now very popular with waiters in high-end hotels in New York.

But the "Righteous Lord", who had spent some time in Europe, knew that a tip of five cents was already considered very generous in Germany.

Sure enough, as soon as the five cents came out, the boss immediately put on a smiling face and said politely: "Three guests, please sit down." ”

Only then did he notice that two of the three were dressed well, so he asked more enthusiastically, "What do you want to eat?" I have a sauerkraut soup specialty, sausages made by my mother-in-law, bread baked this afternoon, the best beer in Munich......"

"Gollum ......"

Hearing this, one of the three had a stomach ringing in a disagreeable mood.

Don't ask, mortals, how can there be a hunger that doesn't ring?

Mr. Heinrich pretended not to hear, but took out three one-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them over, saying, "Boss, you can serve whatever you have." ”

Now the boss couldn't open his eyes with a smile, and said in a loud voice: "Okay, okay, please wait." ”

In a short time, the boss brought a table full of dishes and three large beers.

"Lady of Fate" raised her glass and said refreshedly, "Come, our Highness of Temperance. ”

This time Hitler did not object to the title and also took up the beer glass......