"Where are you going? We don't even know what the man's name is or what unit he is in, so how can we inform him? Besides, we don't have conclusive evidence that Ramirez would retaliate.

After all, it was a German officer, and Ramirez might not dare to do anything! ”

As for the suggestion that the female companions go and report to the German officer, the noble lady named Aina disagreed.

"Ouch, my beautiful Aina, do you think our Mireya really just wanted to warn the German officer to be careful? Ha ha! Don't you know about her? The waist-length aristocratic lady smiled as she pointed to the one wearing the agate necklace.

"you, Mora! Do you dare to say that you don't know that handsome German officer? They may be very noble German aristocrats! "The one who wears the onyx doesn't blush.

"Hey, you guys are a bunch of stupid girls! Do you still need to run out to ventilate the news? Didn't Your Majesty say that a sumptuous dinner would be held for them tonight? There are still a few hours left, and I think Your Majesty will definitely send someone to invite them back, and ...... then."

The blonde woman with the pearl necklace said with a wicked smile.

"Oh, my Partia, you're so smart!" The one before pounced on it was the one who gave the other party a big fragrant kiss.

"Haha, Isabel doesn't want to see her lover yet, huh? Yes? ”

"Go!"

"Hahahaha......"

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"Your Highness, I'm really sorry, I didn't stretch out my right hand if I knew it!"

In a closed, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G-29 armored off-road vehicle that was not luxurious in appearance but quite practical, Lieutenant Colonel Ayo Mkwa, whose skin was shiny, was obviously still feeling guilty about what had just happened, but Andres, who was sitting across from him, did not blame him in the slightest.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mkwa, remember that you are a German officer, and even more so a German citizen, no one can insult you!"

Andrés said in no uncertain terms that he remembered his father often telling him that a country's true strength depended on how respected its citizens were in foreign countries, and that the military was a special part of the citizenry. In life, he should be respected by everyone, as the monarch of a country, not only to let his people live a good life, but also to let them be able to hold their heads high on the international stage.

Ayo Mkwa nodded as if he didn't understand, perhaps, his status in life has changed too quickly in the past ten years, from a poor German East African male to a low-ranking member of the German African colonial army, learning German, learning to use weapons and combat techniques. Fought with his troops in the Far East, fought, promoted, fought, and promoted until he obtained German citizenship, then became the first colonel in the entire German African colonial army, was received by the Kaiser, and then became the situation he is in today's situation, Ayo Mkwa himself could not believe it, but it was true.

"That's a great point! Your Highness, have a cup of coffee! ”

Friedrich said as he poured a small cup of hot coffee from a thermos pot, the Mercedes-Benz G-29 was the standard reconnaissance and liaison vehicle of the German Army. Four-wheel drive. The widened tires are bulletproof, and the interior is large enough to accommodate six to eight big men and their belongings, as they are equipped with state-of-the-art radios. It can also be used as a command vehicle at the battalion and company level when necessary.

In addition to General von Budenbrock, Lieutenant Colonel Ayo Mkwa, Friedridge and Andres, there was also another team of soldiers escorting him, who were at the front of the convoy in two other Mercedes-Benz G-29s.

Andres took the coffee cup, which was more rudimentary than any in the palace, but he didn't mind bringing it to his lips.

"Alright, let's stop this for now! I thought I could have a military meeting and afternoon tea in Alfonso XIII's royal palace, but I blamed that hateful Ramirez! ”

"Haha, I'm afraid he'll poison him when I drink tea there!"

Friedrich laughed, not to mention his current first identity as the third prince of the Kingdom of Britain. But he was a pure German from head to toe. His father, King Robert I of Britain, came to Britain as a political arrangement, and the family remained the de facto rulers of Bavaria, as Friedrich, who grew up in Bavaria, received a German education and served in the German army, preferring to be called Duke of Bavaria rather than Prince of Britain.

"General, have a cup of coffee!"

When Friedridge brought another cup of coffee to him, General von Budenbrock was still in a daze, since he got into the car. He's been in this state all the time, and his face doesn't look good. It is no wonder that he has the highest official military rank among them, and once this incident breaks out in an international dispute, the Supreme Command will probably have to bear the blame.

"Thank you, Lord Duke!" In private, von Budenbrock always referred to Friedrich as "Lord Duke", and he and Andrés were undoubtedly the most noble men in the Black Corps. Friedrich currently served as a staff officer at the Black Corps Command, but he spent most of his time in Andres' Royal 1st Panzergrenadier Battalion, and with these two "adults", von Budenbrock always felt that the corps commander was a veritable "squire" - strategically things were not his turn to interfere, and tactical things did not need him to interfere.

"Your Highness, are we really going back to Malaga like this?" Von Budenbrock asked suddenly.

Andres looked at him, "What does the general think?" ”

Von Budenbrock bowed his head, "Oh, I just remembered that the King of Spain had invited us to today's dinner, and it doesn't seem very polite for us to say goodbye like this!" ”

"Oh, too!" Andres turned to Friedridge and asked, "Adolf, what do you think?" ”

"It's better to go, not to stay!" Friedrich then analyzed: "I don't think that Ramirez is a bad man, if he really stays for the dinner, I am worried about what he will do in the dishes!" ”

"The Duke is serious! I don't think the Spaniards will do it, and they won't dare to do it! Without waiting for Andrés to speak, von Budenbrock shook his head and dismissed Friedrich's speculation, arguing that if the Spaniards had not forgotten the lesson of 1915,1 they would not have dared to act against a group of German officers, and that Ramirez's performance today was largely directed against Ayo Mkwa's black identity.

"In that case...... Andres thought for a moment. Let's go to our embassy in Seville first! We can rest there for a while, and then ask our ambassador to take a look at what is going on on the Spaniards' side! ”

"Go to the embassy!" Von Budenbrock immediately turned his head and ordered the soldiers who were driving.

The convoy made a turn at the street intersection ahead and drove onto another stone road. The roads in the city of Seville are mostly paved with large stone slabs and gravel, and the main streets are smooth and wide, but now they are no longer bustling and few pedestrians, but they are more convenient for cars, and in less than 10 minutes the convoy arrived at the German embassy in Spain, which was originally located in Madrid. As the Spanish royal family and government moved south, the embassy moved to Seville.

Perched on a hillside overlooking the Guadalquivir River, the main building in the embassy area is a three-storey Gothic bungalow topped by a brightly coloured black, white and red tricolor flag. The large courtyard was surrounded by a two-meter-high fence with iron barbs at the top, and several cars were already parked inside, and in the corner were two Mercedes-Benz G-29 armored vehicles with an MG30 13mm machine gun on the top.

After a brief conversation with the sentry at the door, the convoy drove into the safe German embassy, where the ambassador was Oscar von Valbass, a Prussian nobleman whom Andres had met twice before. But we didn't talk much. This time, he wanted to ask the ambassador for the latest situation at the top level of Spain. Oscar tells him that someone who claims to be his old friend is waiting for him upstairs.

"Old friends?" Andres immediately flashed a delicate, delicate and pitiful face in his mind, but the next second he overturned this speculation, because he had never told her his true identity.

"Uh...... It's Jose Gasol! Oscar whispered the name.

After a little disappointment. Andres was puzzled, the strange scene in Alfonso XIII's palace not long ago still haunted his mind, what happened to those Spaniards? And why did José come to the embassy to wait for him?

"General, the security task here is handed over to you! Adolf, let's go together! ”

With that, Andres nodded at Oscar, "Please lead the way!" ”

"Yes, Your Highnesses!" Oscar bowed to Friedridge and led the two to a more remote door on the second floor.

"Inside, we've taken the liberty of checking Mr. José's belongings beforehand!"

Oscar didn't go any further, though. But Andres knew what he meant, but the Spanish prime minister was originally an old man over sixty years old, not to mention that he was also a veteran of Spanish politics, and there was absolutely no possibility of doing anything wrong.

After letting the two into the room, Oscar closed the door and walked out.

"Two noble highnesses!" The man on the couch struggled to his feet and bowed to the two of them. As in the Alcashar Palace, he was still wearing the black gown, but the brown wooden cane was missing.

"First of all, I didn't expect to see you here again!"

Andres walked up to him. Leaned forward slightly to show respect for the old prime minister.

Friedrich then made the same move.

"First of all, please be seated!" Andres asked José to sit first, but the old prime minister waited until the two of them were seated.

"I wonder what advice the Prime Minister has?"

"Don't dare to advise! The two highnesses are committed to coming, and they can't go to greet them, which is really sorry! I hope that the two highnesses will not be surprised! José stood up again and bowed.

"First of all, my lord's words are serious, we originally came here as a military officer this time, and we were presumptuous not to go to visit the first adult!" Under the influence of ears and eyes, Andres's polite words are not inferior at all.

"Ahem, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I heard that you had a dispute with General Ramirez today because of some things, I don't know ......"

José's face was calm, as if he had expected such a situation.

"Oh, some little misunderstanding!" Before knowing the obvious inclination of the other party, Andres only answered vaguely.

"Your Highness may not know that the current power in Spain is basically in the hands of this general Ramirez and the court minister Philip next to the king! Congress is only symbolic! As he spoke, José's face was filled with a sense of helplessness and sadness.

"Oh, I see!" Andres nodded, and this sentence basically solved the doubts in his heart.

José sat on the couch and sighed silently.

Poor old Jose!

Andres thought so in his heart, he couldn't say that, and he basically guessed in his heart at this time the purpose of José's coming here - there was no place for him in Alfonso XIII, but this did not mean that he had lost all value, and the reason why he came to himself was because he was a "weighty" figure in Germany.

"I wonder if there's anything you need our help with, Prime Minister?"

"Alas, I am old, and I should have returned to my hometown to live out my old age a long time ago, but I cannot bear to see this beautiful and rich kingdom fall into the hands of those who are not right-hearted......"

With that, Jose Sr. took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

After listening to José's story, Andres thought for a while, and then said:

"So be it! I will report this to my father immediately, and I am sure he will respond appropriately soon. As for you, I would like you and your family to stay at our embassy and we will keep you and your family safe! If you wish, I can arrange for you to go to Germany as soon as possible! ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern, I think Ramirez won't do anything to a useless old man like me before they make a move, but my family...... Please take care of your Highness! Old Jose sighed, "In addition, I'm afraid that Ramirez will do something unfavorable to His Highness if he doesn't know the depths, so I advise His Highness to return to the barracks as soon as possible!" ”

Andres was secretly taken aback in his heart, since these words came out of Jose's mouth, it means that Ramirez is indeed a ruthless guy, and he thought that guy was just amorous and incompetent, and he did despise him a little.

"In that case, we can't go to the dinner that His Majesty has given us!"

Jose nodded weakly, "It's okay for that von Budenbrock to go, but Your Highness...... I think it's better not to go! Ramirez is the best at getting rid of people who are not good for him under the guise of the hands of the revolutionaries! ”

"Damn fellow!"

Andres gritted his teeth, if Ramirez did not shake hands with Lieutenant Colonel Mkwa before and only discriminated against blacks, then it was really disrespectful to Germany and the German royal family to have evil intentions towards himself! (Full Text)