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"Is this your friend, Mr. Hes?"
Goebbels looked a bit uneasy as he turned to Hes and asked, because in front of him was the leader of the Nazi Party in Bavaria, Adolf Hitler, who was busy reading with his head down.
Hes blushed a little, but in order for the Fuhrer's plan to proceed smoothly, he could only affirm it with a stiff upper lip.
"It looks like I'd better go home and have a drink."
Goebbels turned around with a gloomy face, ready to leave.
"Please don't be hasty, Mr. Goebbels, we are indeed your fans. Why not stay and have a chat?"
Behind him, Hitler finally raised his head. He called out to Goebbels in a hoarse, low voice, as if a demon from hell was summoning a mortal.
"Talk? What is there to talk about? I don't see any need for conversation between us."
Goebbels scoffed; he did not want to lose Strasser's trust by associating with Hitler. Strasser had granted him immense power and status, and Goebbels did not wish to lose it all.
"Look at this, Mr. Goebbels, I am not deceiving you. I have personally read your work, and I really enjoyed your novel 'Michael,' especially the character of the protagonist."
Hitler raised the book in his hand, and Goebbels focused his gaze; it was indeed his own novel 'Michael.' On the table in front of Hitler, there were also several other books. Goebbels glanced briefly and recognized his own scripts 'The Wanderer' and 'The Solitary Guest.'
Goebbels was somewhat shocked. He clearly remembered that his books had gone unnoticed, and the publisher had only printed five hundred copies before stopping the printing. How could Hitler have a copy?
"I came to visit you today, not as a leader of the Bavaria Nazi Party, but as an ordinary reader. I believe you wouldn't refuse, would you, Mr. Goebbels?"
Looking into Hitler's sincere eyes, Goebbels pondered for a moment.
"Let me make it clear, we will only discuss books, not politics."
"Have you all found it?" Coy asked the returning vanguard team members.
"We did find it, but it's very strange," the team member replied.
"After these guys entered the city, they dispersed and a few of them found a hotel to stay in. They didn't do much, and there were dozens of locations; we couldn't see any pattern in their distribution."
"Has Hitler been found?" Coy recalled Strasser's reminder.
"No, it's possible that Hitler didn't come," the team members speculated.
"No, he must have come. The Fuhrer's judgment cannot be wrong, especially since the SS troops are not deliberately avoiding us and are scattered. There is only one reason for this, they are covering up for Hitler's actions. Immediately order all vanguard members to abandon monitoring the SS troops and go find Hitler for me!" Coy decided without hesitation.
"Also, if you really can't find him, then look for Dr. Goebbels' whereabouts today. Following the trail will definitely lead us to him."
Coy's actions were still a step too late. They did indeed stumble upon Hitler's lair an hour later, which was an inconspicuous civilian house. The reason they found it was not because they successfully tracked it down, but because members of the SS troops from all over spontaneously gathered there. These black-uniformed members braved the severe cold, lining up in neat rows on the steps in front of the house, preparing to bid farewell to their leader.
"Indeed, Mr. Goebbels, your thoughts as an author are much deeper; it is I who have understood them superficially," Hitler remarked with some emotion.
"No, no, no. If an ordinary person can only see the first layer, and Mr. Hitler, you can see the third layer, then you have done very well. I am merely at the fifth layer," Goebbels replied, somewhat elated, as those who enjoy teaching often like to clarify doubts.
In the past hour, Goebbels had discovered that Hitler had truly read through his novels and works, and had a very impressive understanding of them—something that no one had ever achieved before.
After all, Goebbels was just an unknown when he wrote novels, and very few people knew of his works, let alone read them carefully. Goebbels felt a bit excited; he sensed that his talent was being recognized.
"Hey! Goebbels!"
As Goebbels and Hitler stepped out the door, all the SS troops raised their arms and cheered in unison, creating a thunderous roar. Although there were only a few hundred of them, their loud voices combined to create an impressive atmosphere.
"These are?" Goebbels was somewhat flattered.
"They are all your readers, who have come from Bavaria to see you, the author, in person." Hitler introduced.
Regardless of whether Hitler was telling the truth or not, at least Goebbels believed it at the moment, and he couldn't help but exclaim,
"I really didn't expect that so many people would like my work. It's really surprising."
"In fact, this is just the tip of the iceberg. In Bavaria, you have even more readers. Mr. Goebbels, you must come to our place when you have the chance. Everyone really wants to meet you," Hitler said with a smile.
Hitler, Goebbels, and Hess walked down the steps onto the newly laid red carpet. On either side, rows of SS troops stood in orderly lines, saluting with raised hands and shouting at the top of their voices, as if welcoming their commander.
Goebbels enjoyed the feeling of being adored, something Strasser had never given him. Although he held significant power in Berlin, he had never received such treatment within the party.
"It's even better than my days in the Ruhr," Goebbels thought to himself.
However, every road has an end. Despite Goebbels wishing for time to slow down, he eventually reached the end of the line. The cheers suddenly ceased, as if waking from a dream, and Goebbels immediately became alert.
"Looking forward to our next meeting, Mr. Goebbels," Hitler expressed his desire in his unique voice, as if a person in the desert were seeing water for the first time.
"Do you need me to send Hes to take you back?"
"Thank you for your kindness, but that's not necessary."
Goebbels refused Hitler's kindness. He had already seen a car parked not far away on the street. Through the rolled-down window, Goebbels saw Coy's stern face. He watched as Goebbels boarded the car and drove away, feeling somewhat puzzled. He looked at Hitler who was standing a half step in front of him, and noticed a slight smile at the corner of Hitler's mouth.
"Fuhrer, we came here for important matters that have not been resolved yet. Why didn't you invite Goebbels to join us in Bavaria, instead of discussing irrelevant matters for so long?"
"This is called a blatant scheme!" Hitler was clearly in a good mood, so he was willing to patiently explain to his loyal subordinate. "What do you think Strasser would think if he knew I had a private conversation with Goebbels for an hour?"
"What could we possibly talk about? It must be that we invited Goebbels to join Bavaria! But we didn't extend any invitation," Hes said, feeling confused.
Hitler looked at his old subordinate with some headache. He was fine in every way, except that he was a bit off in the head. Of course, if Hitler knew that he had flown to England alone in 1941, hoping to achieve a peace between Germany and Britain by himself, he might think that he was lacking not just one string, but a hundred.
"If a person harbors suspicion in their heart, it becomes very difficult for them to hand over power to someone they do not trust. Goebbels is a proud man; he wants to stand at the center of power. If Strasser cannot provide that for him, then only I am willing to give it to him."
At that time, even if I didn't say anything, Goebbels would come to find me personally.
I am really too clever, hahahaha!" Hitler was very satisfied with his own intelligence and laughed out loud.
Hes looked at the somewhat sinister and cunning leader laughing and didn't know what to say. He decided to go along with the leader's intentions.
"Indeed, Führer, you are truly brilliant. How could Strasser compare to you? I believe Goebbels will soon come to Bavaria and see the light."
After saying this, Hes also laughed along with Hitler, their cackling laughter sounding particularly eerie in the dark, snowy weather.
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