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In a dark space, Erich woke up and as he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by a starry sky. Erich felt himself floating lightly in the air, freely wandering in the river of time and space. Memories of the past flowed past him like running water, and he saw his own past.
From babbling babies to toddling children, from the nervousness of coming of age to the excitement of meeting His Majesty the Emperor.
Next, there was the defeat of the German Empire, and Erich spent quite a long time in exile.
But after hardship comes ease, and he finally made it through.
Erich saw himself in the painting behind him, meeting the cannibal demon king, persuading him with unparalleled courage and wisdom. The red devil was moved by him, kneeling before Erich, weeping and repenting for his sins. As Erich accepted Strasser's allegiance, he felt justified in bearing the praise from the royalists and members of the Social Democratic Party whom he had rescued from prison.
Even President Hindenburg praised and commended Erich, calling him an outstanding representative of the Juncker nobility and urging him to take his position. Despite Erich's repeated attempts to decline, with Hindenburg's support, he reluctantly took on the position. Upon returning to East Prussia, Erich was elected as the leader of the Juncker nobility, credited with saving the monarchist party.
At the Brandenburg Gate, Erich received the loyalty of all the Juncker nobility, and amidst flowers and applause, he was crowned the Emperor of Germany.
"This is the future I want!" Erich exclaimed excitedly as he saw himself becoming the Emperor of Germany in that scene, dancing with joy.
Although he is ugly, he thinks beautifully.
Erich waved his arms desperately, hoping to approach the memory scroll by the resistance of the air.
Erich flapped hard, like a clumsy old hen flapping its wings.
It's getting closer and closer, ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter.
"This is my future."
Watching himself getting closer and closer to the scroll, Ehrich laughed wildly.
Just then, a huge force pulled from behind Erich. It was as if fate had grabbed him by the back of the neck and yanked him back just when he was within reach of his goal. "Let go of me!"
Erich struggled hard, but to no avail.
He was like a cat held by the nape of its neck, all resistance was futile.
He was being pulled away from his destination by an invisible force.
In reality, there really is a pair of hands pulling Erich's tie and forcefully dragging him forward, of course not the invisible hand of the market. "This guy is really not easy to scare!" Stresemann complained as he struggled to drag Erich along.
"Hey, Gregor, hurry up and come help, this guy is really heavy."
As one of Strasser's earliest allies, Stresemann holds a prestigious position within the Labour Party.
His relationship with Strasser leans more towards collaboration than subordination, so in front of outsiders, Stresemann maintains a respectful demeanor towards Strasser, but is more casual in private.
"Here it comes, here it comes." Strasser touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed. He didn't expect that by simply darkening the style of the room a little, he would end up scaring Erich slightly while pretending to be a monster.
Then, he cupped his hands around the front of the flashlight, shining the bright light on his face. Using a method commonly employed in later generations to scare people, he put on a slightly eerie expression and suddenly appeared in front of Erich, causing the guy to faint from fright.
It was really disappointing; he hadn't even used many of the props he had prepared.
Strasser and Stresemann struggled to lift the 150-kilogram Panther tank onto the chair, adjusting it to stand upright.
After finishing these tasks, the two of them were already panting and sweating profusely.
"What should we do next?" Stresemann asked. Originally, according to their plan, they were going to use various means to scare Erich, then threaten him to agree to various conditions of the ethnic group and the Labour Party.
Once it is written down in black and white, everything will be accomplished. As for whether to worry about the Juncker nobility going back on their word, Strasser has a hundred ways to make them pay the price. Moreover, unless your strength far exceeds that of the other party, or you only intend to make a one-time deal, it is best to keep your promises. Otherwise, your credibility will be as worthless to others as used toilet paper.
"What should we do?" Strasser snorted. "We've prepared so many things; it would be a waste not to use them on him."
"But he's already passed out, so we can't use him."
Stresemann looked puzzled.
"Just wake him up and then we can use him."
Strasser's lips curled slightly; Stresemann was still too civilized.
"Mm?"
Erich, who was suffocating, suddenly felt the restraint on his neck loosen. He quickly raised his head and found that the scroll that had just been there had disappeared, and in the distance, a figure in royal uniform appeared. Erich focused his gaze and realized that the man was actually Wilhelm II. "Your Majesty, you have finally returned."
Erich, ignoring what had just happened, hurriedly ran over, clutching his stomach, and threw himself in front of Wilhelm II, crying and clinging to the emperor's legs.
"Your Majesty, you've finally come to see me. I've missed you so much," Erich sobbed, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor did not appreciate it. Instead, he bent down and grabbed Erich's tie, lifting him up. Clearly an elderly man in his sixties, he displayed astonishing strength, effortlessly lifting Erich's 300-pound tank body. Wilhelm II stared at Erich with his sharp, eagle-like eyes, making his scalp tingle.
"I missed you? Are you really loyal to me? Erich."
Wilhelm II asked in a deep voice, which made Erich feel a little uneasy, but he still answered with a brave face.
"Your Majesty, in your absence, I have been thinking of you day and night. My loyalty to you is as clear as the sun and moon."
"Hmm? It seems I've wrongly accused you." Wilhelm II seemed to be convinced. Just as Erich let out a sigh of relief, Wilhelm II collected his thoughts and suddenly roared, "No, you're deceiving me!"
"How could it be? I am truly loyal to you, Your Majesty," Ehrich explained frantically, but His Majesty the Emperor only sneered. "If you are truly loyal to me, why have you never come to Netherlands to swear allegiance to me since I went into exile? Are you waiting for me to return as emperor before choosing to be loyal?"
"No, Your Majesty, it's due to some special reasons that I can't come." Erich was a bit tongue-tied, but still forced himself to find a reason. "No need to explain, loyalty is not absolute, it's absolutely disloyal. The House of Hohenzollern does not need a two-faced subject."
Wilhelm II let out an angry roar, grabbed Erich's collar, and swung his arm to give Erich two slaps, making his eyes see stars. After the beating, Wilhelm II still felt unsatisfied, so he raised his arm again to give Erich a few more hard hits.
"Your Majesty, please don't!"
"This is the consequence of having a double heart."
"Will this really work? Won't it make people go crazy?"
Stresemann looked at the Vanguard member in front of him, who was doing his best to slap Erich hard, feeling a bit scared. "No choice? I don't want to be this violent either, but this guy is just too deep in sleep. We just tried various methods, and none of them worked at all, so we had no choice but to deliver a Heavy Blow."
Strasser shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was also quite helpless.
Just kidding, he is actually very mild-mannered in his dealings with others, right? Compared to Stalin, he is certainly not lacking.
"It really is a heavy blow."
Stresemann Watching the busy vanguard members with a pounding heart, feeling somewhat fortunate. Luckily, I had the foresight to join the ethnic group Labour Party early on. If I had become their enemy, I wouldn't have known how badly I would have been beaten.
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