After the first great economic crisis, the United States was able to recover by dumping goods on other countries, but for the traditional powers of the Old World, it was a disaster, commodities were crowded out by American goods with shamefully low prices, bank bonds were massively run, national bonds were sold off, government revenues plummeted, factories were forced to sell, technicians were looking for other ways out, and the whole market was depressed because of the lack of experience and measures to deal with such crises. www.biquge.info It is not so much that the two world wars destroyed Europe, but that Roosevelt, the president in a wheelchair, planted a time bomb for Europe that could detonate the whole world.

Germany, which also uses finished goods as its main source of foreign trade income, is the first to bear the brunt, and the Weimar regime in power is like a rat crossing the street for a while, everyone shouts and beats, and its government image in Germany has plummeted. What is even more frightening is that not only the German civilian population has lost faith in the government, but even the actual rulers of Germany, the Junkers, have turned to the side of the mustache, whose methods of plundering resources and transferring conflicts through war are obviously more attractive than the costly and ineffective bailouts of the Weimar government. From this moment on, the Weimar government was completely abandoned.

At the same time, in a corner of the world, several dark shadows sat at a large round table,

"Is everything ready?"

"It's pretty much the same, but it's going to take some time for the follow-up plans to catch up."

"Don't worry, everything has to go according to plan, and you have to know how much we've paid to make it happen over the years."

"It's time for those pieces to move, too, it's time."

"Last time we reaped a lot of benefits in the Entente countries, this time the scene will be even bigger, and our benefits will be even more abundant!"

"That mustache isn't a good pawn! He's not been very comfortable. ”

"It doesn't matter, if he doesn't know what to do, there are still so many people competing for that position with him!"

"This time, let's once again use the blood of war to water the mandala of capital......

In a basement at St. Margaret's Academy, Colonel Wayne retrieved a newspaper tucked under his arm. Ignoring the photo of the bearded man giving an impassioned speech on the front page, I turned to the middle of the third page, where there was an advertisement for a warehouse for rent. It's an extremely common way to send messages, but it's overwhelming, because no one knows that the dozen or so of those thousands of ads are real spy messages.

"It's finally here." Easily deciphering the information in a minute, Colonel Wayne sighed.

"What's the matter?" Lunas asked, seeing Colonel Wayne's unusual face.

"The wheel of history is going to be pushed again, how many people will be crushed this time?"

"How did you make you look like a poet?"

"Go say goodbye to that little girl! We're about to leave, and......," said Colonel Wayne, a little lamented, "I don't know if there's a chance to come back." ”

Victoria ...... "I don't know when, this little girl who is a little tsundere has occupied such a big place in her heart, "I will complete my mission." "Perhaps, do you have any other choice than to complete your mission?

In the botanical garden, a group of men in black surround the blonde girl.

"Gray wolf, it's better for you to cooperate obediently!"

"Isn't the result the same for me to cooperate and not to cooperate?" The corners of Victoria's mouth curled up with an indescribable mockery.

The man in black frowned, and just wanted to continue scolding, but he heard the squeak of the elevator, and saw the neat gray military uniform through the window, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and then led people away from the top of the tower.

With a creak, the elevator door opened, and Lunas, who had changed into a gray military uniform, slowly walked in.

"I'm leaving," he said, directly explaining his origin, and Victoria's cleverness could have guessed it himself.

After hearing this, Victoria was visibly stunned.

"Let's go!" Victoria's face was gloomy, "Let's go, let's go!" All leave me! Victoria's voice was a little hysterical, "Gray wolves don't have friends!" ”

Lunas finally saw that it was this little girl who had been poked in the sore spot.

It is said that everyone's comedy is mostly the same, but everyone's tragedy is different, in fact, everyone's tragedy is mostly the same.

Because of loneliness, they will seal their hearts, so that they are even more lonely.

Because of loneliness, we will understand people who are also lonely.

Because of loneliness, I cherish this precious relationship more and more.

Lunas has never been a person who wants to change the world, and it is already very satisfying to live his life in peace, do a little business, and have a few good friends. But life is by no means controllable, and often just a little curiosity leads life in a completely different direction.

But Lunas never regretted it. What was your previous name? I'm afraid I've forgotten about it. The uncertainty of life led Lunas to this lonely situation, and also led Lunas to Vittoriga.

During Suval's time, Victoria was the only one who approached him without any purpose, and the only one who Lunas could confide in without any scruples.

I'm afraid this kind of Victoria is the empty purpose of my life, right?

"Victoria, remember what I told you?" Lunas put his hands on Victoria's shoulders and looked her in the eye, "Our experiences are so similar, and no one understands you better than I do. ”

"Gray wolves may not be able to be friends with humans, but as long as they are gray wolves, it's fine, right?"

Victoria finally couldn't hold back the low sobs, two lines of tears slid down the white cheeks, and the little girl who had always shown a strong aristocratic temperament finally showed her weak side in front of Lunas. The hedgehog always erects its thorns to make people feel that it is dangerous and alienated, but who knows the softness and fragility beneath that seemingly hard thorns.

"How about we make a pact," Lunas stroked Victoria's long, soft blonde hair, "if I make it back alive, how about you being my girlfriend?" ”