(The current collection is 908, and you still need 372 or more to make additional additions~ I hope you will continue to use the click collection recommendation to support the strips, after all, it takes a lot of brain cells to conceive the plot and ponder the setting every day~ You can discuss the plot in the book review area and complain about Feng Long Dejun's crazy strange brain hole~ PS: If you want to comment on the style of this book, please read the whole content by yourself, don't just read two or three chapters and take it for granted, the strip is written in the Teutonic system in your own exploration)

The tavern is still very lively, but it is not the scene of a bunch of people shouting, most of the sounds here are just the sound of the clash of utensils when the glasses are staggered, and the drinkers here are very conscious of restricting their volume to avoid disturbing others - if this is left in China, whether it is a bar, a café or a restaurant, it is quiet enough to be able to make the movement of the vegetable market, and it often starts with the volume of square dance

But whether it is a quieter environment or an overly noisy environment, it will not delay the secret conversation between the two big men. Even if what they talked about was more frightening to common sense, it was clearly more rational than the person at the table next to them: a drunken guy jumped on the table and shouted that he would go to the Red Devil Pavilion after drinking this glass of wine, proving that he was much braver than everyone else, only to be dragged down by his companions before he could finish his sentence, and a group of people were desperately stuffing garlic into his clothes

It's hard to tell if they're saving the joke or hurting the joke

"At that time, our grandfather's generation was brought here by a uh, a girl in a dress who could open the door of space, yes, that's right, that's how it was. Ignoring the group of second-class goods at the adjacent table, the owner of the horse market pondered the words and slowly recounted, about the origin of all the Germanic people here, "Our grandparents and grandmothers are partly from a special unit of the German Third Reich and the elite of various units, and many are technicians and scientific and technological personnel from all walks of life and their families, and more are ordinary civilians. Our ancestors all left from one place, and the name of that place," said the voice of the owner of the horse market, paused, "and it was called Berlin." ”

Feng Longde was shocked, and the fried pork chop that he was biting in his mouth fell on the table.

"Our ancestors, led by him and 'her', brought the old and the young with a lot of supplies and all kinds of equipment, weapons, and blueprints, this small isolated world. The boss of the horse market said very slowly, and seemed to be quite puzzled by the things he was telling, "It seems that the grandparents had a lot of conflicts with some monster forces here when they first arrived here, and both sides won and lost each other, but this also led to a significant decrease in the population of our Germanic people from the beginning, and a lot of technological things fell into the hands of the monsters, and finally the girl in dress who could open the space door forcibly confiscated most of the technological products, leaving only some life-type technology supplies that were not threatening." The boss of the horse market pondered his stubble-covered chin, as if he was hesitating whether to tell some secrets, but soon he continued: "But my father's generation has kept backups and drawings of everything before that, and since our new generation needs to be taught by teachers of their own clan in addition to going to the temple house, we haven't forgotten those technologies and technologies, but we can't use them. Once we get the attention of the dress-dressed girl again, we won't be able to keep them at all. ”

"A girl in a dress who can open the door of space" Feng Longde muttered in his heart, and soon matched up with a certain Wannian aunt who was used to pretending to be tender, "I understand, but what happened to Hitler? He actually lived to the present? According to the outside calendar, he must be one hundred and twenty-five years old! It is rare for human beings to live to this age, especially since he still looks like a middle-aged person." ”

"None of us know why. "But there is an old man from his grandparents who knows some details, he used to be a close attendant of Hitler's grandfather, and according to him, the girl in dress gave Hitler a bottle of black and red potion."

"No more details?"

"Nope. The owner of the horse market shook his head, "That's all I know, even if there is something I don't say, it's because I'm afraid that some families and people in the village will try to kill and cause everyone to suffer; and as far as we feel, Hitler's grandfather is a very kind old man, especially likes children and plays with them, whenever there is any event in the village or something, he will happily help draw some pictures that need it, and is usually responsible for helping to alleviate all kinds of family conflicts and neighborhood conflicts between residents."

Feng Longde: "If the news of the former war madness is incarnated in the world, the old man of the neighborhood committee, the enthusiastic volunteers, and the friends of children, if this news spreads to the outside world, it is estimated that all kinds of historians, archaeologists, sociologists and other experts around the world will be crazy, and all kinds of so-called propaganda will become a joke.

"So, a lot of things in the outside world are fools: I once learned from a guy in the FFF regiment that there is also an argument in the outside world that suspects that Hitler's grandfather is a woman!" Pedophile or something humans are always in the habit of splashing all kinds of dirty water on opponents they can't deal with, so as to get that little psychological comfort, and they don't want to think about it, according to their propaganda, they used to be beaten in the ass by the kind of guy they advertised, aren't they even inferior to this kind of guy?"

Feng Longde felt that what the boss of the horse market said was so reasonable, and he couldn't and didn't want to object to it at all - because this person said it so incisively, the outside world's perception of historical figures has always been seriously disturbed by all kinds of so-called national sentiments or political factors, and very few people can look at history fairly "from the sidelines", and naturally many things will be made up, just like the arguments said by the boss of the horse market.

Feng Longde did not dare to say that he could face history 100% squarely, but he could confidently answer that he could look at history as impersonal as possible. This kind of concept is quite rare, Feng Longde has been acquainted with the three members of the two-goods four-person group and the members of the Iron and Blood Society since he was seventeen years old, and the rest are often patriotic thieves or dung, even if they are not so extreme, they are not the kind that do not belong to the long-term vision.

Like the Germans in Huaxia, the Germanic humans in Gensokyo have the same result of having to think as rationally as possible because of the special environment of different painting styles - so they can coexist with the locals as safe and sound as their compatriots in Huaxia, otherwise with the "feat" of their ancestors who have been hard anal with many youkai forces as soon as they enter Gensokyo, Yakumo can let them stay?

"It was a pleasure to chat with you. Feng Longde stuffed the last piece of chopped fried pork steak into his mouth and swallowed it, rinsed his mouth with ale, put on his helmet and chainmail turban and got up to leave, "See you next time, if you meet a knight in black gothic plate armor, you can talk to them: they are all my guards, maybe funny, but they should all be able to talk." ”

"See you back, come over to play often, we don't dare to go out of the village without protection. The boss of the horse market got up with a smile and patted Feng Longde on the shoulder, "It seems that the same ideology is the same ideology, and the distinction between nationalities does not depend on blood or race, but on ideology." ”

"That's right. Feng Longde adjusted the position of the iris shield on his back, and before walking out of the tavern, he stretched out his right hand and made a gesture with the index finger, middle finger and thumb up, and the other two fingers together: "Auf Wiedersehen (Goodbye)." ”

“AufWiedersehen。 ”

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Riding on his undead horse and pulling his spear out of the ground, Feng Longde continued to wander aimlessly.

Since then, he has not been idle since he came to Gensokyo, which the oriental chefs have been thinking about: first he has to set up camp, then go to the tomb to search for corpses, reincarnate corpses, devour ghosts, strengthen the soul, and then conduct combat skills training, and also fight with (9) with the decimal system It turns out that running Gensokyo is not as beautiful as imagined in "Gensokyo Paradise Project", and if you don't pay attention to it, you may die in the wilderness.

Feng Longde's own strength is not strong enough now, but he is still relatively good at escaping kung fu, and he can't escape, plus he doesn't have the necessary work now, and he has time to find the knights of the guard every day for guidance in combat skill training, so he can be regarded as free to move around in the world now.

Walking casually along the street, before he knew it, Feng Longde rode to a familiar old-fashioned Japanese-style house.

"Lingnaan, how did I come here?" Feng Longde glanced at the undead war horse under his crotch in surprise, he didn't think that this undead war horse who had never been to the world could have the ability of an old horse to know the way, "Forget it, let's see if I can find some books, in case I can get the historical information of the Teutonic Empire or something, I will make a lot of money." ”

"Hey, anyone, is it business hours?" Feng Longde tried to knock softly on the door, but the sound of the metal grinding of the steel rings connected in the chain mail was so deafening that it replaced the knocking sound.

"Come in. ”

Feng Longde walked into the house, and Suzuna-an, as always, was all dark except for the small oil lamp on the counter, and the erratic candlelight always gave people a psychological hint of unstability, as if the environment here was like being underground.

A good bookstore was stunned by its owner to turn it into an underground prison, which shows how much influence a person's personality has on his workplace.

"You, like I saw you a month ago, you're the leader of that group of outsiders?" Xiao Ling emerged from under the counter like a ghost, wearing glasses and holding an ancient book in her hand, "I'm glad to see you're still alive." ”

"Why do you feel so irritated to hear this?" Feng Longde's facial nerves twitched, and he directly took off his helmet and chainmail bandana and put them on the counter.

"As a human from the outside world, being able to stay here for a month without missing arms, legs and going crazy shows at least that you are resilient and able to recognize reality as soon as possible. Xiao Ling didn't have any scruples about Feng Longde's feelings, she just flipped through the ancient books in her hand by herself, "I have seen too many outsiders who come to my bookstore to buy books, there are panicked Japanese, there are wild and uninhibited Chinese, there are calm and cautious Westerners, and finally? I can't find a single person in twenty who can buy books here again, and even when I occasionally go to the village to buy things, I rarely find them." You're the only alien you've seen in a year and you've been able to set foot in this bookstore for the second time, which proves that you're doing well. ”

"Ha, thank you for your blessings, proving that I am still alive and well. Feng Longde didn't bother to explain that he was not a human for several months, anyway, he was not familiar with this black-bellied double ponytail Lori, "The purpose of my visit is to buy some history books, and sell some books that I don't need and don't like to read, do you accept customers to sell books here?"

Xiao Ling began to get up and climb the ladder to rummage through the bookshelves: "As for history books, the inventory I have here is relatively disorganized, and there are not many of them, my suggestion is that you had better go to the barnyard field house to ask their head barnyard Tian A, she is the person with the richest historical knowledge in the entire Gensoky Township, and most of even Huiyin's textbooks are compiled by her" She turned her back to Feng Longde, and her eyes seemed to reveal a trace of sadness, "I hope she can live longer this time"

"What? What's the last sentence?"

"No, nothing. Xiao Ling shook her head, and quickly took out more than a dozen thick classics from the shelves, piled them on the counter, and flew up a cloud of dust, "That's all I have here, take a look." ”

Feng Longde frowned, and said in his heart that as a bookstore owner, why did he not love books so much, so that books could be soiled. But he didn't bother to say anything, and after taking off his gloves, he began to flip through the books.

Regrettably, these texts were basically written records of Japanese history or folklore and myths, and the rest were also books on Chinese history, which were meaningless to Feng Longde: the history he was interested in was Western culture, and now he needed to find information about the culture of the Teutonic Empire, which was already a prehistoric civilization, and these books were completely useless.

Just as he opened the last book and was about to give up after reading it hastily, his heart skipped a beat at the familiar font of the book: the neat and compact alphabetic script that resembled a soldier's queue was the Gothic black script of the Middle Ages, or the Textura variant, popular north of the Alps, a simple and straightforward typeface.

Feng Longde looked at the cover again, and the Gothic bold script on it was inscribed with something that made his heart tremble: "History of the Teutonic Invasion", compiled and written by the ninth generation of the son of the Imperial Ali, written in the 122nd season of Gensokyo.

"They turned their backs on God and faith, trampled on the land of Prussia, slaughtered the people of Christ in blood, and more than 100 elite knights raided the pagan villages, and they roared into the unsuspecting villages, mercilessly slaughtering the sleeping villagers," Feng Longde slowly turned the pages of the book, and the words on them came to his face with a sense of ancient history.

"It's getting more and more fun for me to me"