War is always a continuation of peace. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

War comes when the distribution of benefits can no longer meet the needs of society.

1917, Christmas Eve, Berlin

The so-called Christmas truce is definitely only a partial situation, no matter what time it is, the war and the smoke of gunfire will always be the constant theme. Although the shortage of food cannot make people forget the joy of Christmas, it is constantly awakening people that it is still war.

On a manor house in Mitte, the solemn house is now only in ruins, and the sparks and undried blood that emerge from time to time remind people of the tragedy that happened before the Modi family.

Several cars were parked in the perimeter, and a group of police officers whispered in the cold wind.

"It's really unlucky to be bombed today."

"I finally had a Christmas, and I ruined 。。。。。。 again"

"Damn French, it's not a thing to stop at all!"

"Then again, that kid is really pitiful, it's only so 。。。。。。 so young."

Inside a police car, a small child huddles in a corner, clutching his coat tightly, trying to get a little warmth from inside.

Although it was a police car, it was no different from a normal horse-drawn carriage, and the conversation of the police outside penetrated into the child's head without any reservation.

The child's face is a little longer and the combination of East and West, with dark hair and dark eyes, with that regular face, it is definitely the type that is not very handsome, but it is also absolutely attractive. At this moment, he didn't cry for his mother like those ordinary children, which made the police puzzled and could only think that he had been hit too much, and there was a little more sympathy for him between the conversations.

The child's name is Lunas Modi, a legendary time-traveler who was originally a graduate student at a second-rate medical university. He was a military housekeeper, and in the words of his classmates, he was a guy whose mind was full of gunpowder. As for the way he crossed, it wasn't so magical, there was no lightning strike, no mysterious pop-ups, and no magical white-haired old man crying and begging you to make a wish, but as soon as his eyes were closed and opened, he crossed over. The only thing that left an indelible impression on him was the depth that flashed when he crossed over.

How powerful it must be to be able to transfer a person from one world to another! In front of him, human beings are like ants, and they have no power to resist!

Can traversers become dragon aotian? Or are they all Ye Liangchen? In fact, the traverser is more bitter than anyone else! Language, living habits all have to be adapted to the new, if you can't reasonably control what kind of talent you should show, it's better to hide yourself for the time being. No one knows if this world is the world they imagined, and no one knows if there are other hostile traversers.

What if Germany won? What if you are defeated? Does it really have anything to do with you? Could it be that the victorious powers could really be so mad as to kill all the Germans? Instead of standing on the cusp of the storm, it is better to live your own life in peace, anyway, with your own skills, even if you are defeated, you can be a doctor and make a living. You know, Lunas is only twelve years old now, and it proves that if he doesn't get it right, he will be caught up in two world wars, which is really a tragic era.

"Children, let's go back to the police station first and slowly understand the situation." The old policeman with a classic German beard touched Lunas's head and said, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what a worry-free child! He has really seen a lot of this kind of thing, since Germany completed the complete attack on France, the terrorist attacks of French spies against the Germans have never stopped, and there is still the shadow of the French government behind this group of people. But can this indiscriminate approach really cause any damage to Germany? No! This can only stir up hatred of Germany for France, and those damned Frenchmen are only sorry for these sacrificed ordinary people。。。。。。

"It's okay." Lunas looked up and whispered.

The carriage moved slowly to the sound of whips and police shouts, and the ruined manor was a thing of the past like the earth that Lunas could never return.

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"Are you sure you don't want a cup of coffee? It's cold! Sitting in the cold police station, the officer next to him said to Lunas. It's Christmas Eve, most of the police are off duty, and now there are less than ten people in the entire police station, and if it weren't for the Modi family, who are barely Junckers, the police department will probably wait until tomorrow morning to be out of the police.

"No, thank you, sir." Lunas politely refused.

With a "squeak", the door opened again, and the cold wind poured in again, freezing the officer shivering.

"I'm very sorry about what happened today," said the man in a suit, who is the lawyer of the Modi family, and said with a sad face when he saw Lunas, "We are so powerless about some things, are we?" Mr. Lunas, under the laws of the German Empire, you are now the rightful heir of the Modi family. ”

When Lunas heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips and motioned for him to continue.

"But there are some more controversial properties that still need to be settled, right? Mr. Modi Sr. is a respectable gentleman and his friends can all offer some help。。。。。。 As he spoke, he pulled out a stack of papers from his briefcase.

"Yo! It's pretty fast! Without even looking at the stack of papers full of jargon, Lunas stared at him deadly, and saw the cold sweat behind the back of the lawyer, he knew very well that this matter might not be as simple as he thought. Lunas is definitely not the well-behaved 'good boy' he remembers!

"Tell me, how many of my father's 'friends' did they leave me?"

"Your mansion and two million Reichsmarks!" Without hesitation, the lawyer blurted out that under the gaze of those dark eyes, it was as if he had no secrets to speak of.

"Isn't it quite 'generous'!" Unceremoniously sarcastic, Lunas took out his pen, signed his name on the paper, and threw it on the table, "Tell them, get out with that dirty money!" Including you, sir! That's right, don't look at me like that, yes, including you! Don't think my parents don't know how many hookups you've had with those people over the next year, now that your mission has been accomplished, get out of here! ”