This was the most uneasy morning meeting in history among the ministers.
This was also the morning meeting in history where the historians were so shocked that their pens fell to the ground, not knowing how to record it.
The position of military marshal has always been the power in the hands of the Iron Chancellor Bismarck - military power.
Victor's move was not simply an act of seizing power from Bismarck, but a slap in the face of Bismarck in front of everyone.
What everyone is afraid of is a repeat of what happened to Frederick III.
Bismarck had enough military force and prestige to declare himself king, but he did not take any action after hearing this.
There was a hint of disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes.
He raised his hand and everyone fell silent.
“While your Majesty is still able to command the army, you may do as you please;
When you can’t, the world changes.”
Bismarck spoke earnestly, and then took off the medals of honor on his military uniform one by one.
The court officials watched quietly, many of them couldn't help but shed tears, but no one would break the tranquility of the moment.
They all knew in their hearts that Bismarck was actually already tired.
He needed a dignified exit.
When Bismarck threw all the priceless medals and titles on the ground, he unbuttoned his military uniform one by one and took it off until only a white vest was left on his upper body.
This was the first time the courtiers saw Bismarck's body clearly beneath his military uniform.
Bullet holes, bayonet wounds, gunpowder explosion marks, and other hideous scars were like centipedes entwined on the body of the old man Bismarck.
Bismarck bent down and placed his military cap securely on his folded uniform.
He sighed softly and said slowly,
"There was the disastrous defeat at Jena twenty years after Frederick the Great's death; if things remain the same, chaos will come in the twenty years after I leave office.
Take care, everyone. "
After saying this, Bismarck turned around and walked out of the hall alone, wearing that shabby white vest.
From now on, there will be no more iron-blooded prime minister in the dynasty.
Victor said nothing, his eyes fixed on Bismarck's figure slowly walking away from the door.
He didn't know whether the decision he made today was right, but he felt ecstatic in his heart.
He clenched his fists excitedly and laughed wildly.
The next day, all German investigation bureau branches were withdrawn, and all investigators who were out on missions received on-site disbandment and a generous severance pay.
Veronica also received it, but she chose to stay in her warm home.
Yes, before she knew it, she had fallen in love with the atmosphere of this family.
And the butler Baird made the same choice.
The Einstar family became isolated and helpless from then on.
It seemed that apart from the Interstellar Wisdom Sect far away in Milan, there was no other force that could protect them.
As the children grew up and the domestic situation became more severe, Herman and Eugene decided to move.
Get away from Germany, a powder keg that could explode at any time, and go to a safe place.
All the assets that should be resold were resold, and all those that should be given away were given away.
They want to find a new place to start a new life.
Although the dissolution of Pittsburgh Electric Company attracted a lot of criticism from the public, they had to do so.
Along the way, they heard more insults about the Jews.
This extreme discrimination seems to have fermented silently and become a wave that they can hardly stop.
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It’s not easy to follow the banks of the Miskatonic River.
Because of the heavy rain the night before, the muddy road still hindered their progress.
Arkham after the rain did not have the usual freshness or rainbow, but instead a thick fog.
The humid air condensed together to form a white mist.
I don’t know if it’s because of the fog, but even my body seems to be covered with a layer of cold sweat.
On one side is the Miskatonic River with its sound of flowing water, and on the other side is the forest.
The forest was already dark and eerie, and with the interference of fog, the tall trees looked like giants swaying in the light and shadow.
The world in the fog seems to become unpredictable, and all scenes will be transformed by the fog into another kind of thing.
Everyone understood that this was just the result of the refraction of light and shadow, but they still couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Next, the trees became sparse and the group saw the hills behind the fog.
But what attracts people's attention is the green light on the hill.
A strange green light.
The only thing people are sure of is that it is definitely not a beacon symbolizing the patriotic dream;
That little green light looked more like a lantern in the hands of a necromancer from the underworld.
The green light that flickered from time to time made it difficult to look away, even though they felt it was a little weird, but that was indeed the direction they needed to go.
Because the location of the green light is the cemetery that the homeowner mentioned.
Tombstones of various shapes and colors lay on the hills like rotten nails on a corpse.
There are hundreds of tombstones within sight.
"My God, how many bodies are buried in this cemetery?"
Columbia asked out loud in surprise.
“If what the owner says is true, it seems that all the martyrs since Miskatonic University are buried here.
If it were true, tens of thousands wouldn’t be surprising.”
Professor Robert said with a sigh.
The closer we got, the more conspicuous the green light became.
People could hear the sound of the Miskatonic River flowing and see green lights flickering eerily back and forth not far away.
The chill brought by the fog slowly invaded the body, and coupled with the fear of the unknown, people's bodies spontaneously trembled slightly without control.
The sound of the wind brings not just the sound of the wind, but also the whispers of people in the dark night.
“Tick-tock.”
This is the sound of dewdrops falling from leaves to the ground, but it also sounds like blood dripping from a wound.
“Click.”
It's the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves, but it's also reminiscent of the sound of bones breaking.
With every step they took, they seemed to worry whether there was a man-eating cave in the black and yellow land beneath their feet.
Perhaps hidden beneath this forest of tombs are some dark and mysterious passages, at the end of which some fanatical believers are holding a primitive and ancient demon feast.
They saw where the green light was coming from. It turned out to be a plant that was flashing green light, as if it had chlorosis, and was secreting a kind of mucus with a foul smell.
This plant is like a vine that is entwined around a statue-like tombstone.
The statue showed an angel with wings spread out, kneeling on the ground.
The angel's face was full of mercy, but his body movements revealed a corpse-like stiffness.
Rather than a stone statue, it looks more like a wax figure of a living person.
The cemetery is filled with this unsettling atmosphere at all times and in all places.
The atmosphere is so depressing that people don't want to talk and can only move forward in silence, as if if they stop for a moment, they will be trapped in this cemetery forever by the wronged souls here.
An inconspicuous layer of dark gray covers each tombstone, which is a creepy detail.
When you reach the end of the cemetery, you will see a church standing on the top of a hill.
The great chalk church seemed a hope for the lost in this mist.
The entire cemetery is located in the open space behind the church.
The diamond-shaped windows on the church are covered with curtains, and the scene inside the church cannot be seen from the outside.
"Should we go in?"
Sif asked, crossing her arms over her chest and tightly grasping her collars on both sides.
The damp and cold air made her feel uncomfortable all over. Although she had prepared herself mentally, she still felt uncomfortable physically.
"No need, hurry up."
Joe Butran sat in a wheelchair, shaking his head gently.
This church did not give him a sense of peace or security, but instead made his anxiety even more serious.
Although there are exquisite and beautiful stained glass windows, which are painted with paintings of the Holy Light and the Son of God, these superficial pictures are just pictures.
No matter how peaceful and tranquil it appears, it is just a false appearance.
Hidden deep within the church might be death, or something scarier than death.
Since coming to Arkham, living in fear seems to have become a daily routine.
If you cannot remain vigilant for a long time, the slightest carelessness will lead to disastrous consequences; but remaining vigilant for a long time will put people in a state of nervous neurasthenia.
This kind of contradictory and dangerous life is unique to Arkham.
There was a tall old tree outside the church, and there was nothing on the rope hanging from the tree.
"Many people must have been hanged from this tree."
Professor Robert said softly.
Columbia trembled when he heard this.
"How did you know that?"
“That’s a rope loop, used to hang Indian bodies in colonial times.
The scalps would be removed and sold for money in bars.
A life can only be exchanged for two glasses of ale.
Haha, how ironic.
Western countries, which claim to be civilized, use this despicable and bloody method to occupy other people's land.
This is what is called Western democratic consciousness.”
Professor Robert said while shaking his head.
"Let's go, that's a story of the past.
At least there's no body on the tree now."
After passing the church, you can see the town hidden in the fog.
An old weather vane was swinging on the roof, and common sights such as spires, bridges, docks, chimneys, etc. made up this quiet town.
The steep and narrow streets twist and turn into a maze that would get ordinary people lost.
The old houses built during the colonial period secretly remind people of the bloody history behind this place.
Just like the nameless village they first arrived at, the people in the town didn't seem to like socializing or going out.
The empty streets and fallen leaves all over the ground proved this, as if the street was filled with something darker than night.
A creaking sound came from a house not far away. It was the sound of a woman sewing linen with a sewing machine.
Then I heard the sound of glass or ceramic breaking, and at the same time a black cat jumped out of the window nimbly.
The long cat tail flicked lightly, and its pair of vertical pupils looked at the four people on the roadside.
It looked curiously at these outsiders who still had life in their bodies, walked up to them, circled around them, and then ran away from its "crime scene".
Not far away on the street, the only place with a bright light source is the destination that everyone wants to reach - Miskatonic University.
The yellowed brick wall was covered with a thick layer of green vines.
The door with the remaining silver paint was covered with mottled rust left over from the years.
There is a security booth outside the door that is useless and covered with dust and cobwebs.
This poor first impression doesn't make one think that this is the world's top university; it looks more like a private school that went bankrupt due to lack of funds.
Behind the iron gate, there is a bridge that is slightly stronger than the wooden bridge seen before, and under the bridge is a small river like a stinking ditch.
There are no fish playing in the river, nor are there any frogs croaking or cicadas chirping; if it were not for the slight sound of flowing water, this stream would make people think it was a pool of stagnant water.
At the other end of the wooden bridge is the main teaching building, with a kerosene lamp hanging high outside.
When everyone pushed open the door of the main building, they saw an unexpected scene.
The shop is crowded with people coming and going.
There were more people moving about in this building than had ever been seen in Arkham before.
Whether students or professors, everyone holds learning materials for different projects in their arms.
Their eyes are filled with desire for knowledge and enthusiasm.
Many people spontaneously formed small groups: study groups, and sat in the corners to discuss and study their own ideas loudly.
Some people quarreled and fought because of different opinions, while others were inspired by their colleagues and wrote furiously on paper to record the ideas that flashed through their minds.
"How's it going? It's pretty cool here, isn't it?"
A young voice sounded from behind the crowd.
It was a blond boy with a shy smile, but no one knew when he got behind everyone.
If he hadn't spoken out, Jobtran would never have noticed his whereabouts.
And Sif answered excitedly,
“That’s so cool.”
“Welcome to Miskatonic University.
This is the best university in the world - bar none.
The world's top talents will gather here to seek the truth with us.
And I am your guide - Howard Lovecraft.
You can just call me Howard."
The blond boy smiled, patted Columbus' shoulder, and introduced himself.
"How did you know we were coming?"
Joet Brown turned around and asked.
“Oh, your letter of recommendation is a token that can be traced back.
There is a corresponding monitoring mechanism in the freshman reception room. As long as there are new students, an elderly person will come to greet them.
That is to say, I will walk you around and introduce the facilities in this campus, and then I can easily get a credit.
Of course, this is based on the fact that you think my introduction is good and give feedback to the freshman reception office. Only then can I get it. "
Howard didn't seem to be a very scheming person, and he immediately handed over his cards.
At this time, Joe Butran smiled evilly after hearing this.
"Want to earn credits easily? Then you have to listen to me, or I'll give you a bad review."
"Ahem, isn't this bad, junior brother?"
“How do I give a bad review?”
"You win, you win."