"The Einsta family is being targeted by more than one force. I don't think the two of us can handle the enemies that may attack us one after another."
Baird said, looking at Veronica solemnly.
“I guess this isn’t news anymore
Did you know that the second chef last time was from the Yellow Group
And the chef you killed yourself?"
Veronica asked, confused.
"No, no, no, you don't understand. It's not a big problem if there are more or less people like the French chef.
The real problem is that for a group of mysterious forces like EOD, they don't have to use the infiltration method to do things, which is too inefficient for them."
Baird leaned forward and clasped his hands together as if thinking.
"But didn't the guy from the Yellow Group also sneak in?"
"He was just a yellow-haired kid who didn't pose any threat, and he showed no hostility.
The Yellow Group has always done things differently, you have to understand that.
What’s giving me a headache now is that when I just came back, I helped the Einstar family deal with two troubles.
Although it is weak, it is a real trouble. "
"What kind of thing?"
“The Interstellar Wisdom Sect.
They also set their sights on the Einstar family.
I recognized them from the coat of arms they wore.”
Veronica covered her head after hearing this.
"Who on earth did this family offend
Do you think we can get support?"
“For the time being, the situation is not optimistic. I guess the Prime Minister is in a state of having no one available, which is why I have to take the risk of being exposed and personally take action to eliminate the two eyes following the Einstar family.
As it stands, I guess we’re on our own for now.”
Baird took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“In fact, it should not be our turn to confront the mysterious side head-on. I believe in the Prime Minister’s ability.
They should be back soon, so be ready to welcome them.
I will take care of Mrs. Pollitt's affairs."
Baird stood up, adjusted his facial expression, and regained his elegant look.
He walked to the window and quietly watched the people coming and going on the street.
"Isn't it the meaning of our existence to try to maintain this moment of peace?"
After a while, Hermann and others finally returned to their mansion after getting lost and experiencing severe traffic control.
Eugene sat in front of the carriage and acted as the coachman. When he saw the familiar mansion, he smiled sincerely.
“Hahaha, I told you I could find my way home by following this street!
See, I was right!"
Eugene turned around, smiled smugly, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be seeking credit.
Kirk rolled his eyes in the carriage.
"The last time you said that, we almost ran into the Danube.
And just ten minutes ago!"
Herman laughed twice and patted Kirk on the back.
"Honey, if you keep complaining you'll miss the best part of the opening ceremony.
It should still be in time for you to go back and change into your best clothes."
Kirk slapped his head, hurriedly handed little Albert in his arms to Herman, and kissed Herman on the face.
"Thank you for your reminder, dear! You guys take your time to pack your luggage. I'll just take a shower and change my clothes and rush over."
After saying that, Kirk trotted to the door.
Baird and Veronica, who were already ready to greet behind the door, looked at each other and opened the door.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Kirk."
The two said in unison and bowed respectfully.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you guys.
But without further ado, I'm going to go change my clothes!
The opening ceremony is something I can’t miss!”
Kirk hugged Veronica gently and looked at Baird and said.
"Don't worry, we have prepared hot water for you, and Veronica will bring your clothes for you in a while."
Baird said slowly, taking out his pocket watch and taking a look at it.
"If you prepare now, you still have three hours to spare. Don't be too anxious."
"Baird! You are so thoughtful."
Kirk smiled delightedly and went upstairs to his room to take a bath.
Baird clapped his hands lightly, and the servants behind him walked out of the door in an orderly manner.
"Go get the luggage for the gentlemen."
"yes."
Hermann held little Albert in his arms and walked slowly toward the door.
Little Albert was swaying along the way and was in a daze. He looked so cute when he woke up.
Little Albert stretched out his little hand and rubbed his eyes.
He saw the familiar smiling face, opened his arms and called out to Veronica in his childish and clear voice,
“Kaka!”
Little Albert showed his two tiny front teeth, and Veronica saw this and took the child who was rushing towards her from Hermann's arms.
"Little guy! I missed you so much."
Veronica was delighted from the bottom of her heart and rubbed little Albert’s face.
Baird frowned when he saw this, but did not lose his temper on the spot.
For his part, he thought Veronica's behavior was extremely unprofessional.
As someone in the shadows, you shouldn't be too attached to the mission objectives.
You may kill the other party at any time for the sake of the overall situation. This is the helplessness of being a spy.
At this time, Eugene was staring blankly at Veronica's pretty face. Herman turned his head, noticed Eugene's eyes, and laughed secretly.
"How's it going? Want to start a family?"
Herman patted Eugene on the shoulder and teased.
Eugene was stunned by Herman's sudden question. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
"After what you've been through, do you think starting a family is still a good thing?"
Hermann was speechless for a moment, and Eugene's answer hit the crux of the matter.
Hermann also became worried immediately. The melancholy of the two men formed a strange contrast with the laughter of people on the street.
The hustle and bustle of the world and its troubles have slowly begun to fade away from their lives. Since entering the world of mystery, the stable life seems to be slowly leaving them.
The experienced Baird noticed the two men's melancholy and took the initiative to step forward and say to them,
"Gentlemen, you have been exhausted on the journey. Baird has prepared a dish of pear stewed with red wine for you two. Please move to the banquet hall and enjoy it."
Eugene seemed to perk up when he heard about pears stewed in red wine.
"Ha! Sugar is indeed the source of happiness. Let's go, let's go."
Eugene walked to the front alone in high spirits, and Hermann stood there, thinking thoughtfully about Eugene's concerns.
He shook his head, seemingly unable to think of any solution for the time being.
"Mr. Hermann?"
Baird reminded.
"It's okay, it's okay, I was distracted.
Thank you for all you do for this family, Baird."
Hermann made a polite remark and then followed Eugene into the banquet hall.
Veronica held little Albert in her arms and played happily beside the sofa.
Little Albert showed a rare serious expression and said a few words to Veronica in a serious manner that people could not understand at all.
"Haha! Keke! Dada! Bubble! Baby cry cry."
Veronica listened helplessly as little Albert shared what he had gained, without thinking too deeply about it.
If Joe Butron were here, he would find that what little Albert was talking about were people who were not to be messed with.
——
The audience who were invited to attend the opening ceremony of the Munich Music Festival and those who had purchased tickets gathered in the judgment hall.
After watching the fireworks display, they now sat quietly in their seats, waiting for the first guest to come on stage to open the Munihei Music Festival.
Master Nietzsche was behind the podium, took a deep breath, and walked out of the curtain with a smile on his face.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I am Nietzsche.
I am very happy to be invited as a guest and to meet all of you here on this podium."
Master Nietzsche was different from usual, as he was wearing an expensive custom-made black tuxedo.
The tailor carefully sewed some fancy patterns on the cuffs of the clothes with gold thread to highlight the gloomy temperament of Master Nietzsche.
Master Nietzsche now looks like a noble and elegant vampire prince, who not only has impressive eloquence but also a pleasing appearance.
When people heard Nietzsche's two ordinary opening remarks, the whole audience burst into cheers and applause.
Master Nietzsche calmly waited for the applause to stop, and then raised his hands and pressed them down.
“Nietzsche will not be here today to discuss music with you experts, after all, I am a layman, but I would like to have a brief chat with you from a philosophical perspective.
What is music, anyway
Nietzsche did not have any manuscript at the podium at this time, and it was obviously an impromptu speech.
Everyone present knew that Master Nietzsche was an eloquent man. After hearing the questions raised by Master Nietzsche, everyone began to think about it.
One of the younger guys, seeing the brief silence among the audience, timidly but bravely raised his hand.
"This guy in the fourth row to my right, stand up.
Feel free to share your thoughts on music with everyone.
Let's give this courageous young man a round of applause."
Master Nietzsche raised his hand and said so.
The audience applauded again, and the young man blushed and loudly expressed his opinion on the music.
“Music is a way to convey emotions. Even if there is no language communication, music can be used to express the composer’s or performer’s feelings to the audience around.
The pitch, rhythm and timbre determine the diversity of music.”
After the young man finished speaking, he sat down as if he was deflated. The girl sitting next to him blushed and kissed the bold young man as encouragement.
“A very standard answer, thank you, brave boy, it seems you have a good music teacher.
If I had such an excellent music teacher when I was young, I might have become a musician instead of the poor writer I am now. "
Nietzsche said with a smile.
Nietzsche's self-mockery caused laughter.
“In the broadest sense, music is any art that consists of sounds.
Etymologically, the word music symbolizes the art of the Muse.
Combined with what the young man said, music is an art used to express emotions in the course of human development.
Whether it's joy or sadness, bright or dark, all kinds of music can resonate with people.
People want to dance when they hear music with a fast beat, and cry when they hear slow and sad music.
That's the beauty of music, and that's why we're all here.
Music brings us together and allows us, friends from all over the world, to gather together.
Next, let us enjoy this audio-visual feast!
I hereby declare that the Munihei Music Festival is now officially open!"
As Nietzsche's brief speech and slowly rising tone of voice began, people began to look forward to the following performance.
Nietzsche bowed to the guests and quietly left.
The curtains on both sides were drawn open, and the first choir to perform on stage were already standing neatly behind the curtains.
As the band played, the choir sang the first song of the Munihe Festival, which according to custom would never change - a hymn.
The solemn hymn brought peace to the hearts of those present, but after Nietzsche stepped down, he remembered the contents of the mysterious letter.
He looked up at the choir singing solemnly on the stage. They were praising the greatness of the Holy Light and the Son through singing, but Master Nietzsche thought of the scene when he was rejected at the door by the priests of the Holy Light Society.
The continuous and recurring nightmare tormented him day and night, and he made up his mind with a firm look in his eyes.
"Let's go and have a look. If I find the answer, I'll be free."
He walked out of the Munich Concert Hall from backstage, and saw a carriage parked at the side door.
The coachman saw Master Nietzsche coming out of the door and immediately came forward to greet him.
"Master Nietzsche, please follow me."
Nietzsche glanced at the coachman after hearing this.
"Do you know where I'm going?"
"Of course, I have been waiting here for a long time.
The real feast is about to begin, and my master is sure that Master Nietzsche will not miss it."
The groom bent his waist and answered respectfully.
"Who is your master?"
Nietzsche asked cautiously.
"You will see it in a moment, so there is no need for me to say more.
If the master decides to move forward, please get on board."
The groom answered mysteriously.
Nietzsche got on the carriage and slowly drove towards the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, we slowly moved away from the revelry crowd and entered the depths of the quiet and dense forest on the outskirts of the city.
When Master Nietzsche saw the carriage stop in front of a gloomy castle, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
This castle gave him a depressing and gloomy feeling, but looking back now, he was unwilling to give up.
"Master Nietzsche, this is your last chance. If you want to go back now, I can turn around immediately."
The coachman sat in the front of the carriage and spoke quietly.
Nietzsche's heart was full of contradictions and entanglements. Finally, he made up his mind and said,
"Since we're here, there's no harm in going in and taking a look."
He didn't expect that he made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life, and he alone would have to bear the consequences.
If he had turned back at this moment, he would not have ended up with such a tragic ending.
The real evil, the real darkness, is about to come.