Every believer of the Yellow Group understands that his life will not end like a normal person's.
Everyone will indulge and enjoy their life in the limited time they have.
A life of debauchery is the daily routine of every follower of the Yellow Group.
They vent their desires as much as possible, and there are very few people like Ketchev who can restrain themselves.
They leave property to the group after their death to provide operating funds for the next generation of believers to join.
To become an upper-class believer, only upper-class aristocrats or successful people are qualified.
They are scattered throughout every industry, and over time, the Yellow Group has become a powerful force.
Despite being suppressed by the FBI, the Yellow Shirt Group still has a high influence in society.
At this moment, Ketchlov felt an urge to desecrate Effie's innocence.
For some reason, Ketchev had a strong premonition that he would not live long.
The instinct remaining in his genes gave him an irresistible desire to possess the girl in front of him.
Ketchev recovered, stood up and twisted his thigh hard, using the pain to offset the beauty in his heart.
"Let's go after eating. I have someone else to meet." Ketchlov deliberately put on an indifferent look to hide his emotions.
"Oh, okay, okay. Thank you, the gelato is delicious." Effie smiled sweetly at Kchilov.
"Let's go, boss. I'll come back next time I have the chance." Effie waved to the boss.
"Welcome to come again next time." The boss responded politely.
Effie didn't expect that this separation would last for ten years.
The next time Effie came to the store, it was empty.
The original site of the dessert shop has also become a ruin.
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As the two walked down the street, Effie seemed to still be savoring the sweetness left in her mouth.
"Ah, it's really delicious. I wonder what the other flavors are like?" Effie said to herself.
Ketchev rolled his eyes and walked forward.
After passing through several alleys, the two arrived at the famous Ludwig Street.
Here is the largest palace in Munich, Prince Luitpold's Palace.
The architectural style of this palace is inspired by the Renaissance building in Rome - Palazzo Farnese.
It was a palace designed for the Farnese family by some of the most outstanding architects of the 16th century, including Michelangelo and Antonio da Sangallo the Younger.
Prince Luitpold's Palace is more magnificent than the Farnese Palace in Rome. The white walls and the dark gray roof create a color difference. In the sunlight, the exterior walls of the palace look majestic.
Next to Prince Luitpold's Palace is the equally grandiose München Concert Hall.
The 15-meter-high auditorium can accommodate 1,445 spectators at the same time to enjoy an audio-visual feast.
Effie followed Ketchelov into this place for the first time, and looked at the Nazarene Movement-style murals on the ceiling: "Apollo" by Wilhelm Kaulbach and Adam Eber, and uttered exaggerated exclamations.
"Keep your voice down." Ketchlov whispered to Effie.
"Oh oh." Effie shook her head and said in the same low voice.
"This is a place for intellectuals, don't make too much of a fuss." Ketchlov continued in a low voice.
"Then what are we here for? Visiting?" Effie said with her hands clasped together in front of her chest, looking very excited and expectant.
"...Then just treat it as a visit."
There were no concerts being held in the concert hall today, and only a few tourists came to visit.
The tourists were following a gentleman wearing a black jacket, white shirt and white bow tie.
"Thank you for visiting the Munich Concert Hall. I am Friedrich. I am the current director of the Munich Concert Hall. Welcome everyone."
Frederick leaned forward about thirty degrees, placed his right hand on his chest, and saluted everyone who was also wearing formal attire.
The attire of Kercherov and Effie seemed somewhat out of place in this occasion, but Frederick only glanced at them from a distance and did not scold them for their incongruous attire.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the five busts on the left are Beethoven, Mozart, Gluck, Handel and Haydn.
And the row on the right is Vogler, Meurer, Weber, Cimarosa and Peter Winter.
They are among the ten most important composers in the history of music.
These statues were created by the famous sculptor Johannes Leeb based on the portraits of these ten masters.
Frederick introduced the exhibits in the concert hall to the visitors one by one. He had already sensed the same aura as Ketchev, but he did not express it.
"Please follow me. This is the Judgment Hall, which was built by order of the great Emperor Ludwig I. It is the most unusual classical architectural design known to the world as a concert hall, with excellent acoustics.
Even if you say a word softly on the stage, the audience can hear it clearly.
It's a pity that there are no opera or concert performances scheduled for today, so you won't be able to experience the magic here today. However, at the upcoming Munich Music Festival, we will invite many music masters to perform for you, including Pauline Kirk and Mrs. Einstein, who recently came to Munich to settle down.
Please come and support us and participate in this carnival of music."
Frederick introduced it to the tourists.
"Well, now it's time for everyone to visit freely. Please excuse me."
Frederick bowed and left the courtroom.
He walked alone in the corridor, and at a corner he observed the constant stream of people outside the main entrance out of the corner of his eye.
Frederick frowned and hid in the bathroom.
Seeing Frederick's exit, Ketchlov said to Effie,
"Wait for me here, I'm going to go to the bathroom."
Effie nodded stupidly and touched things here and there like a curious baby. There were exquisite reliefs on the walls.
Effie was very interested in these finely carved and lifelike reliefs.
"Grandma is so mean. She never takes me out to play. She just wants me to read books. This place is so beautiful." Effie said to herself.
Ketchlov deliberately slowed down his pace, and his footsteps were heard in the corridor.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, closed his eyes, and sensed Frederick's location.
Layers of wave-like power spread through Ketchlov's body, but they were like a drop in the ocean, and he could not sense anything.
Ketchlov frowned and immediately stopped spreading his mental power.
"What? You don't want to see me?"