After sending Brauchitsch away, Anna looked at Accardo who was pouring boiling water on the side, and pinched his shoulders in distress: "My dear, is it necessary to talk nonsense with them? Isn't it over to Heydrich? These guys always think that they are the most patriotic people, and they like to put on a face for the country and the people, which makes me sick to look at." ”

"I have stood at the highest point of this country, my dear. Accardo closed his eyes and enjoyed Anna's pinching, and said slowly: "As a superior person, I have to tolerate different voices around me, which is a kind of tolerance and checks and balances, which is used to remind myself of the need for humility and justice, and to keep a clear head to deal with things. After all, it is possible for people to make mistakes, and it is better to be reminded by someone all the time than to make mistakes together. ”

"So you put up with the General Staff who have been against you from time to time? it will shake your authority in the military, right?" Anna snorted, frowning.

"Isn't it that I'm fighting for such an environment? They question me, and that's good, because at least if I do make a mistake, someone will find out and suspect it. When the day comes, my words become a holy decree that no one dares to question, then the country is really in danger. A smile appeared on Accardo's face with his eyes closed: "The real power is the power of checks and balances, and the old President Hindenburg told me that once the power loses its checks and balances, it will eventually be eaten by it." ”

Anna was about to say something, but was interrupted by Accardo: "You don't understand this, so don't worry about it." Ask Sindra for the rest of the time and see what is arranged......"

As soon as he said this, he heard a knock on the door. Accardo said a word to come in, and Anna stepped aside and stood behind Accardo's couch. Walking in was the Führer's working secretary, Miss Sindra: "My Führer, your guests are already waiting in the secret laboratory on the next level, you can go down in person." ”

Accardo stood up, nodded, made a no-follow gesture to Anna, and walked out of the room on his own. Anna looked at Sindra, and the two of them had been placed together with Accardo, but now they had different identities. One was already the Führer's lover, and the other was married to another woman.

"He's been attending more and more of this weird event lately. Anna looked at Sindra with some unease and asked, "I don't know why he's so curious about this strange thing, but please don't try to curry favor with the Führer with such things." ”

"Maybe you have misunderstood something, these people were personally invited by the Führer himself, and I was just carrying out the tasks he assigned. Sindra replied to Anna's question with a little mechanicality: "I don't know why the Führer would be interested in such unfounded things, but don't we believe in him too?

In the dimly lit basement, rows of white candles were lit, and the room was filled with a miasma of black smoke, which made Accardo frown involuntarily, he hated the choking feeling of smoke, as if it were decadent in some cheap mahjong parlor.

A scrawny old man in a black robe was muttering something there, and on the ground, in an eerie-looking color, a huge six-pointed star magic array was drawn. This thing made Accardo curious, the so-called psychics who came to the Führer's Mansion before, but no one had ever played such an advanced configuration.

Around this six-pointed star circle, there are some strange spells outlined in symbols that no one can understand at all, it can be said that this is the first time Accardo has seen the real European black magic, he looked at the magic circle under his feet curiously with his hands behind his back, and did not pay attention to what the old man was thinking about standing there.

Accardo is 39 years old this year, and counting the thirty years he has lived in another world, he is already a person with considerable experience. He is almost 60 years old, and he begins to think about his time more and more frequently.

He began to believe in strange doctrines, and from time to time he found time to look at some European records of gods and monsters. In the past two years, with the progress of Germany's foreign expansion war, his state of mind has also begun to look for sustenance, so once again after he happened to hear that psychic magicians and the like really exist, he found these people as half a psychological counselor to relieve his inner uneasiness.

Regrettably, however, these so-called masters who came to the Führer's Mansion disappointed Accardo a little, who were either scammers who knew a little about psychology, or who were like believers, who were self-cultivators like monks or Taoist priests, who believed in the existence of God in the world, but had no way to prove it.

For example, in an attempt at the Führer's Mansion, a psychic who pretended to be a ghost played a clumsy performance similar to that of an oriental ghost, and the talent of dancing the great god made Accardo, whose soul came from China, a little impressed. In order to curry favor with Accardo, the self-proclaimed messenger of God, said that Accardo was a gift from God to the world, and that Accardo was the incarnation of Jesus Christ in his previous life.

The farce lasted for half an hour, and Accardo had the man leave, and for about a few months from the day of the fight, he didn't talk about the pretense of being a ghost. However, a few months later, a more professional god appeared in front of Accardo, claiming that Accardo was an oriental god who had been summoned by God to save the suffering German people - this set of arguments made Accardo a little suspicious, and because he saw a hint of opportunity, Accardo began to frequently summon these "magicians" from all parts of Europe.

In fact, Accardo doesn't fully believe in this kind of mysterious thing, but he has a conviction in his heart. After all, his soul had completed a crossing, which made him even more convinced of the idea that man has a soul, and echoing it was the more ethereal thing about theism.

Accardo wanted to figure out what his crossing was all about, and he wanted to know what it meant. He really wanted to understand this matter, so that he could solve the slightest uneasiness buried deep in the corner of his heart. Unfortunately, at least for now, he is becoming more and more disappointed.

Because except for the fact that this exquisite magic array gave Accardo a little bit of the feeling of a medieval fantasy novel, in fact, the things that this old man kept chattering about were no different in Accardo's ears from reciting the "Dafang Guang Buddha Huayan Sutra".

A few minutes later, when Accardo's interest was about to be exhausted, the other party also put away the thick book that looked very historical and vicissitudes, and said to Accardo: "Führer, in your previous life, you were a respected emperor of China......

"All right, sir, stop talking nonsense. Hearing this, Accardo immediately interrupted the other party's words, apparently this old god stick must have heard some of the Führer's preferences from some of his peers, and then found a way to do what he liked here.

The other party seems to have done some homework, for example, he knows that Accardo has rewarded him with 1,000 gold marks after hearing that he is from the East, and he also knows that the Führer used to do arms business with China before he made his fortune - it is a pity that this man did not become a spy. Accardo thought weakly.

Accardo walked out with his hands behind his back in disappointment, and at the same time he commanded the two tall SS soldiers standing at the door: "Send this old gentleman out of here, and then clean up this place, and the laboratory sign at the door will be removed, and this place will be turned into a warehouse, I don't think I need to waste my precious time on such an ethereal thing." ”

Another failure made Accardo feel that it was very foolish for him to pin his future on something as illusory as crossing over this time. If this kind of thing is really as common as the magic stick on the side of the road, then Stalin has at least 30 staff members who are also traversers, and perhaps the Soviets will have used AK47s and T-72 tanks by this time.

He had finally figured out one thing in the smoke just now, that is, at least for the time being, there was no prophetic genius in the hostile camp that he feared, and the wheel of world history was disturbed by him alone, not a group of people. Otherwise, the world would not be like this at all.

Sindra stood at the exit and waited for Accardo to come out, but seeing Accardo's disappointed face and a little self-deprecating, she didn't immediately report the message caught under her armpit.

"If you want to laugh, laugh out. Accardo shrugged his shoulders and made what he considered a relatively youthful gesture: "You see, I think it's a very boring thing to do. If I ever think of such an inexplicable thing again, you can remind me, and I will take it as a warning. ”

"Yes, my Führer!" Sindra didn't know that Accardo was going through this core covert thing, and naturally thought that Accardo's tricks were superstition, so when she heard the Führer say this, a smile of relief appeared on her face.

"The content of the telegram is the news that Army Group A is in position, right?" said Accardo as he walked up the stairs and asked his secretary, Sindra, who was following him.

"Yes, my Führer!" Sindra became competent and efficient as soon as he arrived at work: "Marshal Rundstedt has called, his troops have entered the attack position, and a reconnaissance force has been sent to harass the Soviet defenders on the opposite side. There is information that the other side is arranging a strong defense, and the marshal asks you whether to attack immediately. ”

"Well, send him a telegram and ask his driver to attack, distract Zhukov and make the battle on the southern front go more smoothly. Accardo paused for a moment, then gave the order.