Let's turn our attention to Hamburg, which is almost 9,000 kilometers away.

Winters in Europe are very annoying, with temperature, humidity, and bad weather all making Bot very uncomfortable. As an Englishman, he rarely came to Germany, and as a child his family traveled mostly to France or the United States. The estrangement left over from the last world war has not yet completely disappeared from these two countries, even though the whole of Europe is under the EU's leadership.

But at least this political assimilation allowed Bot to fly to the port city without having to deal with the cumbersome passport to go abroad.

Hamburg's status in Germany is similar to that of Portsmouth in the United Kingdom, and as the largest port in Germany, Hamburg has always played the role of a commercial center, which has not changed much even now.

The humid sea breeze from the North Sea made the city even more gloomy, and although it wasn't raining today, his shoes still made a gurgling sound when he stepped on the ground, and Bott shook his feet in disgust, thinking that he was really crazy and would waste his rare rest time for a promise to run to this damn city.

Hoffman White! As Yu Bin said, the name is not difficult to find, especially after adding the last pure Junker nobleman, Bot easily found the address of the heir of the White family on the Internet.

Take a taxi to Hamburg's Fieldstadt Boulevard and walk along the landscaped avenue dotted with plane trees, a steeple villa with a distinctly baroque style that is one of the Wright's possessions in Hamburg and where Hoffmann White now lives.

Bot stepped forward and rang the doorbell installed on the iron gate of the fence, and after a while, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo appeared on the video intercom screen next to the doorbell, and asked in a calm tone, "Hello, can I help you with anything?" ”

"Well, I'm looking for Mr. Hoffman White, and I've been asked to deliver him a letter."

"I'm sorry, but Master Hoffman is not in the mansion right now, if you don't mind, I can pass it on on my behalf. I am Frederick, Master Hoffman's butler, and I have been serving Master Hoffman for six years, and you can trust me completely. ”

Bot wanted to do this, but what Yu Bin deliberately said before leaving still made this British young man choose to keep his promise, and I have to say that the rigidity of the British has nothing to do with age.

"I'm sorry, but my entrusting man demanded that I must personally deliver the letter to Mr. Hoffmann. Oh, by the way, the client said he was an old friend of Mr. Hoffmann, an old friend of twenty years! ”

Bot thought that maybe the other party would be willing to let him in and wait, because he didn't want to stay outside in the cold, especially in winter.

However, Bote's words made the butler Frederick furious: "Sir, I don't want the police to deal with this matter, so I hope you can leave immediately!" ”

"Uh, sorry, I think you may not have heard clearly, I mean the client is ......"

"Young Master Hoffman is only eighteen years old, and he was not born twenty years ago!" The voice coming from the video feed was clearly furious, and Bot's words led Frederick to believe that he was deceiving him.

Bot had a feeling of being fooled, but he still wanted to give it one last try, and if it didn't work, he would throw the letter in any trash can and go back to England for a good night's sleep, as his friends said, he must be crazy to fight so hard for a promise!

"I'm sorry, but that's exactly what the person who entrusted me said. I am not a liar, Mr. Frederick, and if you will not let me in, tell me when Mr. Hoffman will return, and I will come by that time and hand him the letter. ”

In the video footage, Frederick was about to get angry, but a young voice suddenly interjected: "Frederick, I don't think he is a liar, not to mention, if he can make me willingly deceived, it is also a very interesting thing!" Let him in, Frederick! ”

"Yes, Master Hoffman!" Shortly after the video disappears, Frederick, the butler, walks out of the door of the villa and is greeted by Both, who is shivering in the cold wind.

The warmth in the villa makes Bot feel as if he has suddenly traveled to spring, the house is full of bright plants, even in winter, they are carefully cared for, green leaves and colorful buds make Bot sigh that the life of the rich is really not in the same dimension as them.

"Want coffee? Or a glass of wine? A young man in a dressing gown stood on the stairs and looked at Bot as he walked into the villa with a smile on his face.

Yes, majestic, just as Yu Bin felt to Bote.

Both, who suddenly realized this, was a little surprised.

"Please sit as you like." After beckoning Bot to sit down, Hoffman took a cup of coffee from the butler Frederick, "I was taking a nap just now, so Frederick didn't want to disturb me, please forgive me." ”

The aristocratic demeanor makes Hoffman look noble and imposing, compared to the fidgeting Bot who sits on the velvet sofa and looks several notches lower.

"Well, it's okay. Well, this is a letter to you, and the client said that I must deliver it to you personally. Bot finally realized that this was not a place for him, and that he and Hoffman were people of two worlds, so he decided to immediately complete Yu Bin's commission, and then return to his own free world.

Taking the envelope, which had neither a sender nor a recipient, Hoffman looked at it and asked, "I don't remember an old friend of twenty years, can you tell me who gave you this letter?" ”

"An Asian, he didn't say his name, and as for his appearance, I'm sorry, those yellow-skinned guys all look the same in my eyes!"

This is exactly the reason why Yu Bin pulls a foreigner from the street, especially a young man like Bot, whose experience and experience are not enough to support them in remembering the face of a strange Asian in a short period of time, which prevents Yu Bin from revealing his identity.

"Asian?" Hoffman was sure that he had never had Asian friends, and that the Junker aristocracy was arrogant, especially as the last pure Junker aristocracy, and the White family interacted with people who belonged to the same high society, and it was difficult for an Asian to squeeze into this circle.

Knowing that he would never get more information from Bot, Hoffman put down his coffee, opened the envelope, and as the letter paper was pulled out, a wooden coin fell on the carpet.

Hoffman had a good eye on it, and Bot was good, which allowed them to see that pattern at the same time.

A black ring snake passes through the eyes of a skeleton and opens its mouth to bite its own tail!

The evil aura is coming! Even Intergula, who killed his uncle with his own hands, couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and sick to his stomach from the bottom of his heart, let alone Hoffman and Both, who were just ordinary people. The snake eyes that seemed to glow with a fierce light and the skull mouth that opened and closed silently made the two people's hairs stand on end, as if they were fixed on the sofa, and they didn't dare to move, for fear that the evil creatures on the terrifying pattern would jump out and give themselves a look.

"Frederick! Frederick! Hoffman shouted loudly, and the butler immediately came up, "Pick it up!" Oh my God, it's scary! ”

Frederick frowned, hesitated, and slowly reached out to pick up the wooden coin and put it on the coffee table.

As he flipped over the coin, the German phrase engraved on the reverse made him stand up.

"Master Hoffman?" Frederick asked.

Hoffman ignored Frederick, opened the letter in his hand, scanned it back and forth a few times, and then hurriedly stuffed the letter and wooden coins back into the envelope, and turned and ran upstairs. Halfway up the stairs, the heir of the White family poked his head out and shouted at Frederick: "Frederick, prepare the plane at once, I will fly back to Berlin at once!" Also, contact my mother, I have something important to discuss with her, it's very important! Oh, by the way, treat this well, this ......"

"Bert Dover, sir!"

"Yes, Both, Frederick, greet Mr. Both, he is my honored guest!"

"No problem, Master Hoffman! Your private jet will be ready to take off in less than half an hour. ”

Two hours later, Hoffmann White returned to Berlin by private jet to meet his mother, Angley White, who is now the head of the White family, at a manor on the outskirts of Berlin. She was a descendant of another Junker nobleman, but her bloodline was not pure, and as a child she was married to the heiress of the White family at the time, Hoffman's father, and two years earlier, her husband Berto White was killed in a plane crash, and Angri took on the role of head of the family, but it was not long before she handed over this status to her only son, Hoffman White.

"Mother!"

"Hoffman, what's going on? You should be dealing with the family business in Hamburg! What the hell is going on that makes you so eager to come back! ”

Although the wealth of the White family is not huge, it is inextricably linked to many Junker nobles, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the last bastion of the German Junker aristocracy, so if you want to become the head of this family, you can't succeed by blood, Hoffman must show great strength in addition to being the direct heir, in order to gain the recognition of other Junker nobles and force his cousins to withdraw from the competition.

This is also the purpose of Angri's arrangement of her son to Hamburg, the White family has a lot of properties in that seaside city, and keeping those industries firmly in their own hands can give Hoffman a clear advantage in the competition.

"Very important thing, Mother!" Hoffman pulled Angri into the room quickly, motioned to the butler who followed him to wait outside, and after closing the door, Hoffman, who was distraught along the way, took out the letter in his arms, took out the letter and handed it to Angri.

"What is this?"

"A great secret, Mother! The death of the father was not an accident, but a murder! Hoffman said in a deliberately low voice.

Angri raised her hand to cover her mouth, opened the letter tremblingly and began to read, and after a while, the young woman, who was not yet 40 years old, collapsed with a weak body, and was helped by Hoffman to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Is it true? Hoffman? Where did you get this letter? ”

"Mother, now is not the time to pursue this! If what is said in this letter is true, then we are in danger, and so are the White family! After all, Hoffman had thought about all this on his own on the way here, so he was obviously much calmer than Angri now, "Mother, the most important thing at the moment is to arrange for trustworthy people to verify the contents of this, and we must be prepared for the worst!" ”

Angri nodded blankly, she is just a woman, she has never been exposed to this kind of thing, she may have some cleverness, after all, she was born in an aristocratic family, but it would be too difficult for her to expect her to handle everything properly like a strong woman.

"If all of this is true, nay, even if only half of it is true, then no one in the family can be trusted except for the servants who have nothing to do with it! Mother, we must now get through this crisis on our own! ”

"Of course, of course, you're right, Hoffman! What do you think should be done? ”

Hoffmann stood up and walked around the room a few times, to be honest, he still didn't have a clue what to do, after all, he was only an 18-year-old boy, if it weren't for the death of his father Berto two years ago, he would still be happily enjoying the luxurious life of a noble young master, going hunting in the Black Forest, holding a party in his villa, or finding a few young and beautiful models to drive a yacht to go around the sea.

Just as he was starting to feel irritable, he touched the envelope in his pocket, and something hard touched his mind.

He took out the wooden coin, the obverse of which came to life in the light of the bedroom light, but he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore, and the words engraved on the verso made Hoffman's eyes light up.

"Those who come to defeat others must first become unbeatable!"

Hoffman clearly remembers that this is a phrase that his father Bertol White often puts on his lips, and it is also the belief that the White family relies on to this day, and it is by virtue of this belief that when other Junker nobles were defeated, assimilated, and diluted one by one, the White family protected their bloodline and continued it from generation to generation.

"We need allies, allies who can help us, protect us, support us! Even if this ally is a demon! ”