Chapter 6 Under the Halo

  What is the main composition of a noble? Hmm... many many.

  A good birth, a large fortune, several or dozens of magnificent and spacious mansions, plus a sumptuously decorated main house. A refined and responsible master, a devoted butler, a team of well-trained servants. This noble family has one or even several respectable ancestors. None of these can be missing!

  The Stark family has all the conditions, so why does Hal, as the current head of the household, still want to get involved in the vortex of politics? Very simple, really very simple. If a nobleman doesn't want to decline, he must think of ways to increase his influence at all times. Money is no longer everything for nobles; they need broad influence, whether among the people or in official circles!

  The abdication of the German Emperor made the inheritance of the Junker nobility fade away, although the Junker nobility still had considerable influence at home, but their influence in international society has weakened with the abdication of the German Emperor. Far-sighted Junker family heads knew the serious consequences of the matter, but many people chose the wrong direction.

  The stubborn Junker aristocratic masters, who had always fantasized about the resurgence of the German royal family, failed to awaken and deeply feel the public opinion from the German people. After Germany's defeat in World War I, the prestige of the imperial family among the masses had already hit rock bottom. Furthermore, the international community continued to promote freedom and equality, suppressing the influence of the imperial family on Germany. It was hard to imagine that the imperial family, which had been gradually forgotten by the people, would one day return to the stage and regain control over Germany's power.

  At this moment, the German people had a gap in their hearts. They lost who they should believe in and obey to have a happy life. "Huh? The Emperor? Please! The great empire under the emperor's leadership was defeated by the Allies, that family is no longer suitable for holding power." People's hearts yearned for heroes to appear, leading them to regain their sense of superiority and feel the long-lost victory.

  When the masses have a desire, countless ambitious people will naturally emerge. They will use various slogans as vanguards, propaganda posters as focal points, and newspapers that you see every day at breakfast as seasonings, slowly invading your life, making it hard not to notice!

  Propaganda is everywhere!

  People who have lived under a dictatorship for hundreds of years will definitely not be able to react immediately. At first, people will just watch and wait, they will only talk about those things in a casual tone during meals. But when the propagandists bring up the hardships that the people are suffering from, people's attitudes will change, they will compare their living conditions and deeply feel that the propagandist has spoken out for them.

  Adolf Hitler, who rose from a small tavern orator to having considerable financial backing and thus extensive propaganda space, drew attention with his good rhetoric and exaggerated gestures - of course, also with his peculiar appearance. He began trying to stir up the long-standing dissatisfaction and hatred towards Jews, taking as his starting point the racial theories put forward by Houston Stewart Chamberlain in his 1899 book "The Foundations of the Nineteenth Century".

  In terms of rising speed, Hitler has succeeded half way, he has gained people's attention and support. Now, he has a farther and more practical goal, he wants power!

  ……

  Hitler sat patiently on the sofa, admiring the oil paintings on the living room wall, occasionally exchanging a few words with Helena. When he saw something worth appreciating in a painting, he would discuss what was lacking in it, citing his own experience as an artist.

  Goebbels sat on the sofa next to Hitler, his appearance somewhat tense and urgent compared to Hitler's calmness. When the door of the living room was knocked, he reflexively stood up, looking expectantly in the direction of the door.

  Under Harl's lead, the old gentlemen of the Junker nobility walked into the drawing room, followed by a large group of maids waiting to serve the guests.

  All the guests sat down in a reasonable arrangement, and Hal stood at the front of the living room with Xu Yang's hand in his. He first helped introduce the guests to each other in a friendly manner, then had the maids leave drinks and snacks before dismissing them.

  Xu Yang had tried to shake off Hal's hand but was unsuccessful, and Hal told Xu Yang with a very stern gaze: "Kid, keep quiet for me. This kind of gathering is not something that an underage kid like you can interrupt."

  Harold sat down in the master's seat, holding Xu Yang firmly in a position where he could grasp him, the force was as if to restrain an unruly wild horse. He nodded to all the guests: "It is our honor that the guest hall of the Starks can be the place for your conversation. I believe you have admired each other for a long time, here you can speak freely, and no one except those present will know the content of the conversation."

  Hitler felt he was being honored, he stood up and bowed to everyone as a friendly greeting. When everyone thought he would make a long speech, he unexpectedly sat back down and made a "please" gesture with his hand to the lady beside him.

  Helena slowly stood up, throwing a warm and friendly smile at everyone, saying: "Honorable Junker gentlemen, hello! Our leader has just rushed from the scene of the speech to meet you. Before that, please allow our leader to sit on the chair for a while, he is almost out of breath. I am the external affairs officer of the National Socialist Party, my name is Helena."

  Helena's voice was full of gentle beauty, sounding very approachable. She explained to everyone in an American-style conversation why Hitler didn't speak personally and took the opportunity to clarify her position in the Nazi Party, so as not to make people feel dissatisfied.

  Sweat on Hitler's forehead increased the credibility of what Helena said, Junker gentlemen showed understanding, they looked at each other with their eyes and asked who would contact the NSDAP's person in charge of foreign affairs first.

  Sinnmüller stepped forward and asked bluntly, "Are you fully authorized to represent Mr. Adolf Hitler? If so, I would like to ask first, what is the purpose of your visit?"

  Helena detected the intimidating tone of Xin Mu's voice and responded with an even more affable smile, waiting for the atmosphere to cool down before speaking in her uniquely gentle voice: "We've come to confirm whether there's a possibility of cooperation between your esteemed gentlemen and the National Socialist Party."

  Sinmueller stood expressionless for a moment, then looked at his companions with inquiring eyes before smiling and saying: "Very good. You are an excellent external representative, we can discuss the possibility of cooperation."

  The atmosphere of the conversation was very good, and in this special occasion, the advantages of the lady were fully demonstrated. Helena deservedly had the reputation of being a 'sharp tool' for the National Socialist Party's external affairs, and in the following conversation, she repeatedly expressed her goodwill, indicating that the National Socialist Party was willing to establish good communication with all Junker nobles.

  "We are all proud Germans, with the same ancestors and common enemies. Our party was not established to oppose the glorious Junker nobility. We look forward to the future when the German imperial family will once again take the stage of power in Germany, under the leadership of Wilhelm III, and restore Germany's influence on international society." Helena chose to conclude with the slogan "Glory belongs to Germany!"

  Xu Yang listened very seriously, it was not the first time he saw Helena. In his impression, this outstanding woman had raised a considerable amount of funds for the National Socialist Party several times. She was known for her unique affinity, and in fact, public speaking was not her forte. Her specialty lay in arranging banquets, where she would make contact with all sorts of people in a relaxed atmosphere, achieving her goals in a subtle manner.

  Helena's speech above has a very lethal attraction to the Junker nobles. Lipsett, who can't hide his thoughts in his heart, is the first to hook up. He stood up excitedly and shouted in an emotional tone: "Glory belongs to His Majesty the Emperor! Belongs to our great Germany!"

  It's all over! With Lipsett yelling like that, everyone else had no choice but to stand up and yell along with him.

  Hitler's unique loud voice was at its loudest, he seemed to be expressing his own emotions at this moment, habitually raising his right arm and waving it wildly, looking like a madman. He reflexively opened his mouth and shouted: "We are all Germans, we should unite, drive out those parasites from our soil! We are one of the best nations in the world, we should unite, find back the glory that belongs to us Germans. Those parasites, they are always thinking about sucking our labor crystal, we should eliminate them......"

  The whole large living room was filled with Hitler's thunderous roar, the Junker nobles were stunned, and the Nazi cadres were also stunned. They were frightened by Hitler's unexpected move and stood still on the spot, unable to sit down.

  Half an hour later...

  Hitler opened his eyes wide and stared at everyone in the living room, took a deep breath, just as everyone was relieved that the torture had finally come to an end... Uh! He started another long speech, so...

  Hitler suddenly seemed to have discovered something, opened his arms and rushed towards Xuyang, changing his tone of voice strangely and asked: "Huh? My little friend, why are you bleeding from the nose?"

  "Hmm..." Larry-Petrovich, this shrewd fatty threw a grateful glance at Xuyang, and in his heart he wildly exclaimed: "Thank God, thank heaven! Finally someone else has had their nose bleed before me. Little Strider, I've decided, from now on I'll definitely cover for you!"

  Xu Yang found himself eating something high-calorie, and when he was listening with relish, his nose suddenly became hot and started bleeding. Just as he was about to wipe the blood with his hand, Hitler, who was in the midst of a passionate speech, rushed over and pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket to help him wipe away the fresh blood.

  A white handkerchief? Ah! Absolutely no mistake, it's a very clean white handkerchief! Hitler has mysophobia and even a bit of hemophobia, but now he is helping Xuyang wipe his nosebleed...

  Xu Yang held his head high, trying to avoid excessive bleeding. Coincidentally, there was a ventilation window above the living room, from which he saw a beam of sunlight shining down. He replied in sync: "Leader, I see light from your speech... uh, may I please lift my head again? It seems like it's going to bleed again."

  As a father, Harl worried more than anyone about his only son's physical condition. He wanted to get closer but was blocked by Hitler's body, which made him anxious and suffocated. When he heard Xu Yang say that sentence, he became even more worried, regardless of the presence of guests, ran out and stood in the corridor shouting: "Seva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (This man is the private doctor of the Strak family)

  Before long, Saiwa rushed over under Lao Ye's urging, and he didn't even have time to bring his medical kit. At this moment, Xu Yang was already lying flat on the sofa where Hitler and others had sat, surrounded by a group of people who were watching his every move with worried eyes.

  As soon as Saiwa came in, he asked them to leave a little space, but Hitler refused to budge, and Hal was even more reluctant to leave Xu Yang's side. Saiwa could only persuade them, "The young master needs enough air, please make some space." (Wow, is it a nosebleed or drowning?)

  The two pieces of adhesive plaster finally retreated half a step in desperation.

  Hal was paying attention to Xu Yang while asking Hitler with his eyes: Old Xi, why are you so tense?

  Hitler's eyes welled up with tears: Old Ha, why are you so nosy?

  Ha'er's eyes widened: "You're talking about him? He's my son!"

  Hitler glared back: The mountains are clear, the water is green, and the clouds are elegant. It's hard to find a kindred spirit for thousands of years... Ah no! What I mean is that it's hard to find good buddies these days, and even harder to find those who understand you and flatter you. Can old Hitler not be nervous?

  Harley also wanted to say a few words of poetry, but unfortunately, there was no ink in his heart, and his eyes were filled with deep regret: Old Xi, you have knowledge! You have skills! Teach me sometime. Brother will be even more awesome than you in the future!

  Hitler found that the doctor had something to say, and could only express two words with his eyes: Done deal!

  Saiva, after carefully observing him, said with a relaxed expression: "Master, the young master is just temporarily excited (fake), and also ate too much high-calorie food (real) which caused his blood circulation to speed up, that's why he had a nosebleed."

  Hitler again snatched the spotlight from Hal, beaming with delight as he walked over to clasp Seva's hands in his, exclaiming excitedly: "Thank you for sharing this wonderful news with us."

  Seiya was a bit puzzled, he felt Hitler's paw grasped him very painfully, politely smiled and quickly withdrew his hand, under Haru's indication left the living room.

  The Junker gentlemen saw Hitler seemingly warming up to something, very likely another long-winded speech, and were so frightened that they hastily pushed out a representative to make a statement.

  Bodri stepped out with a big belly, although he wanted to make a serious expression, but his constantly blinking eyelashes deeply wrote his fear on his face. He said: "We agree with some policies of the National Socialist Party, and after we have had more confidential talks, we will give your party a good reply."

  This fat man said nothing in effect, he maintained his usual cleverness.