Under the heavy rain, the atmosphere in the prime minister's mansion became more and more sad. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Almost all of them had sadness on their faces that could not be concealed. In the hall, in the corridor, in the room, there were sad faces all over the body. Everyone knows that the life of their beloved Prime Minister is coming to an end.

And in the prime minister's bedroom, beside the plainly decorated bed, there were also a few people, each of them was a well-known figure in Berlin, and a single mouth could decide the fate of a million people, but now, they all frowned, and looked at the dying old man on the bed with sad faces.

In the silence, one of the old men in a gorgeous military uniform turned his head and asked his subordinates, "What's the matter? Your Majesty hasn't come yet? The Prime Minister is almost unable to hold on!"

"When I left, His Majesty was already preparing to go, probably because of the heavy rain, and there was a delay on the way. The young man behind him hurriedly went up and explained.

At this time, a high-pitched voice came from outside the door: "His Majesty the Emperor has arrived!"

Then, in the midst of the uproar, the bedroom door was opened, and a middle-aged man in a gorgeous dress with a beard walked in, but his clothes were soaked a lot from the rain and looked a little embarrassed.

With tears in his eyes, he walked to the prime minister's bedside surrounded by everyone, and held the prime minister's somewhat old hand with both hands.

The old man in military uniform nodded, and a royal physician took two steps forward and reported softly to His Majesty the Emperor: "We have done our best, but unfortunately the Prime Minister is too old, and we still can't afford to return to heaven......

"Forget it, forget it......" His Majesty the Emperor's tone was a little choked: "I'm here to see him for the last time, let him go with peace of mind." ”

The royal physician took out a small bottle with a pale red potion, then gently lifted the head of Prime Minister Bismarck, poured the potion into him, and then reported: "Your Majesty, this is a secret potion made by the royal family, which can make the Prime Minister wake up again at the last time and explain the aftermath......

His Majesty the Emperor did not speak, but just waved his hand and waved him away.

The room fell silent for a moment, except for the sound of heavy breathing.

I don't know how long later, the old prime minister's eyebrows trembled, his fingers were slightly curt, and his face was abnormally bloody. Seeing such a situation, a group of people surrounded them and cast concerned eyes on them.

Finally, with a faint groan, the honorable Prime Minister woke up.

Hearing his eyes slowly open, from cloudy and confused, to clear and bright, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at a few people in the room, and finally, stopped his gaze on His Majesty the Emperor.

His voice was extremely weak, but it contained deep affection: "Alas, William, don't feel sorry for me, I have lived for more than eighty years, and I have been the prime minister for so many years, I have long been enough, it's time for me to rest and rest......"

"No!" His Majesty the Emperor burst into tears, and his tone was like that of a coquettish child: "No, I won't allow you to rest! I want you to survive and be the prime minister for me for the rest of my life!"

"Alas......" The old prime minister sighed, did not respond, and then looked around again, full of emotion: "Old guys, you all came to see me off." ”

When everyone heard his words, they all burst into tears, and many of them were already full of tears, only the old man in military uniform took two steps forward, squatted down, and said to him silently: "Alas, old man, you just go first, and in a few years, I will also come down to accompany you...... Don't worry, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just explain them, and we will definitely complete them for you!"

"I'm just a little worried......" The old prime minister's voice was full of reluctance.

He looked at the old man in military uniform: "It's like Bavaria, let's stop, I know you want military merit, you want to build the immortal foundation of the Great German Empire, but we and Bavaria are a family, why waste the lives of young men on the front line? ”

"I understand, I understand, let's stop the war immediately, stop the war immediately!" the old man in military uniform and His Majesty the Emperor glanced at each other, and reassured in a loud voice.

"Philip ......" The dying prime minister looked behind the old man in military uniform, a majestic old man in a noble dress: "Alas, you and I have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, and now I am leaving, I invite you, please look at the sake of the time we have fought together, and give those young people a way to live, although they are still very naïve, they are the future ...... of Germany"

The majestic old man didn't speak, just nodded seriously.

Then the old prime minister looked to the side, and his gaze rested on a young man with a tall posture like a sword out of his sheath.

But before he could speak, the young man fell to his knees on one knee and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, rest assured, my father's injuries are almost healed, and I promise in the name of our entire family that I will not let anyone do anything wrong on our German soil!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the guards, his students, disciples, and heirs, looking at the sadness on their faces and the fear and confusion hidden in them, but he didn't say anything.

In the end, his gaze still stayed on His Majesty the Emperor: "William, in fact, the most uneasy thing for me is you." I know that you have never been liked by your father, and you have always liked to be competitive and unwilling to be left behind, but you must know that it was not your brothers who were chosen by your father to inherit the throne, but you! He just expected too much from you and was too strict with you......

"And now, you are still the same competitive as before, waging wars again and again, to expand, to invade. I know that you want to prove yourself, that you want to prove that you are not a choice that your father was forced to choose. But you must know that you are the ruler of a country, the ruler of the German Empire, and that a ruler has to do more than wage war! Don't be blinded by military exploits! Look at the people, those who work in the fields, they have worked hard enough, don't ...... anymore Care more about them...... Compassionate ......"

The Prime Minister's voice became weaker and weaker, and his breathing became softer, and finally, his eyes began to close slowly, the voice slowly disappeared, and his hands hung weakly......

Everyone knows that the Prime Minister's life has come to an end!

Many people were already crying, and everyone outside the room was crying.

His Majesty the Emperor also gently lowered the hand of the Prime Minister, stood up with a pale face, looked around with confused eyes, and then ordered: "Alas, hold a ...... for the Prime Minister."

But before he could finish speaking, a brilliant white light rose from the Prime Minister's bed, illuminating the entire room, and even through the walls and roofs, illuminating the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

The entrance of the headquarters of the German National Socialist Party faces the Linden Street, and these two guards stand at the door all the year round, who are responsible for checking the people who come in and out to identify them.

This job is not dangerous, but the requirements for the doormen are extremely high, requiring them to have excellent discernment skills, as well as excellent memory, of course, some small skills to see people, recognize people, and distinguish dangerous people are also essential.

Fortunately, the German National Socialist Party now has a great cause, and there are members of all three religions and nine ranks, and under the condition of 15 meritorious points a day, several masters from Cuiliu Street have taken on this job. In addition to the necessary abilities, their own strength is also very good, they are powerful warriors at the level of great samurai, ordinary stupid thieves, and idle people can be sent away at their fingertips, without having to alarm the big people in the headquarters.

They also worked very seriously, even on such a rainy day, they stood straight at the door, their eyes blazing, observing the few pedestrians on the street.

"Well, what the damn weather, how about we go to the Flame Bar for a couple of drinks when the shift changes?" said one of the doormen.

"It's pretty good. Another doorman pointed to the top of his head: "If we hadn't made this canopy as ordered by the Chief ......of Staff, we'd have to get drenched in the rain!"

His words didn't continue, as a figure appeared in their sight.

It was a black figure, from far and near, walking upright towards the door of the headquarters of the German National Socialist Party.

Of course, it is not unusual for someone to come over, the key is the momentum of this figure!

It is like an angry beast that chooses people and devours them, wanting to destroy all the momentum!

Even the dense raindrops, under his astonishing momentum, changed direction and drifted away.

The figure was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and finally, he came to the two of them, allowing people to see his appearance clearly.

It was a man in a soaked black military uniform, with white hair drooping from his head to his face, covering his face, and in his hand, he was holding a cane with a silver eagle's head cast tightly!

It's Lord Silverhawk!

Clothes can be imitated, white hair can be disguised, and walking sticks can be faked, but the combination of these three, coupled with the astonishing momentum on his body, the two guards determined his identity at once.

What is he here for? to sweep us up, to destroy us, to destroy us? What about the rest of the gendarmerie?

Countless questions echoed in the minds of the guards, and they were terrified.

One of the guards swallowed and barely spoke: "You...... You ......"

However, under the extreme fright, his brain seemed to freeze, and "you" couldn't take the following words for a long time.

"Is Adolf in there?" said Lord Silvereagle's voice, a little hoarse.

"Yes, yes, yes, in the office at the top......," the doorman replied busily, not thinking about leaking or not divulging.

Hearing the answer, Lord Silver Eagle continued on his way and walked in at once.

The two guards reacted at this time, driven by fear, they gave up their duties and ran away in a panic, they didn't know where to run, they only knew that the farther away they were, the better!

The halls of the headquarters were still very busy, until the figure of Lord Silver Eagle appeared in their field of vision.

The order that was about to be shouted stopped in his throat, and the pen that was about to be handed out fell to the ground, the water glass was knocked over, the chair was touched, and the audience fell silent.

Standing in the center of the hall, amid the frightened eyes of the crowd, Lord Silver Eagle looked up and saw that it was Adolf who was curiously looking down.

The moment their eyes met, he stomped on his feet and rose up.

"Bang"

The glass window of the party leader's office shattered, and he also stood in front of Adolf, who was panicked.

His eyes were like eagles, and he stared straight at Adolf, and his tone was full of anger: "Say, what is your relationship with the Holy See? Why did you come out to stir up trouble again?"

"Holy See?" Adolf felt puzzled: "What Holy See? Didn't you continue to work and grow in your relationship?"

"Then how did those martial arts of yours come about?" Lord Silver Eagle looked fiercely: "Don't tell me that you created it yourself!"

"This, we naturally have our own channels to obtain, and it has nothing to do with the Holy See!" Adolf had suppressed his temporary panic and said calmly.

"It's okay?" Lord Silver Eagle looked disdainful: "Your father was originally an Austrian customs officer, although they are far away in Austria, they can't hide it from me! They are all devout disciples of the Holy See! When you were young, they also sent you to a church in Austria to practice martial arts! Do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with the Holy See? Who can take out so many secret books except the Holy See?"

"We really have nothing to do with the Holy See! I have only studied at the Benedictine Monastery for three years, and I have only learned the most basic internal skills, and since I left Austria, I have never had any contact with the Holy See!" Adolf said truthfully, his eyes calm.

"Then, how did those martial arts come about? Forget about the inheritance level, the top, the absolute top, it doesn't seem to be something that can be bought simply with money! Why are you developing so fast, you must also have the support of the Holy See behind it. Lord Silver Eagle spoke aggressively, expressing disbelief.

"In short, we have nothing to do with the Holy See! It has nothing to do with it at all! As for how the martial arts secret book came from, it belongs to the top secret of our party, and I can't tell you!" Adolf said with a serious face.

"Hah!hah!ha!" Lord Silver Eagle suddenly burst out laughing: "Confidential, top secret, okay! If you don't want to say it, I'll fight until you want to say it!"

His momentum suddenly became furious, and he pointed out a short battle in his hand, pointing straight towards Adolf.

This blow is very sharp, although there is no wild internal qi, but under this blow, even if it is a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate, it can be pierced with one blow!

Anyone who strikes like this will lose any ability to resist!

But among these people, Adolf is not included!

In the face of this blow, in just a moment, his body seemed to be enlarged in a circle, and his clothes were torn, revealing his steely knotted muscles!

He crossed his hands and stepped up, and he took the blow from the brunt of the blow.

"Huh?" Lord Silver Eagle looked surprised: "I underestimate you!"

The cane slowly retracted, and countless energies began to gather on the cane, followed by a shocking blow!

Adolf also clenched his hands into fists, and the black fighting spirit on his body was steaming, ready to burst out at any time!

(To be continued.) )