German Eagle: Steel and Magic

Chapter 67 Old Gustallif
"You! Uh... Your Excellency officer, please don't interfere with our official duties."

The two policemen still wanted to stop Karl, but at this moment Karl was still wearing the military uniform, swallowed back what he said, and immediately raised his hands in salute.

Because during the war, the status of officers is higher than usual, and if it is not dark, they will be respectful when they see Karl's lieutenant epaulets.

"Executing official duties? You mean asking the people to beat up a drunk?" Karl turned his head, returned a salute, and said coldly.

"child?"

The two policemen murmured at the same time, because a child in military uniform looked like a "fake military officer", but his military uniform did not look like the clothes of his relatives.

"It's really troublesome."

At this time, Karl's coat was still on Fama, and he only needed to take off the white scarf to fully reveal his military uniform, as well as the lieutenant's epaulets on his shoulders and the armband of the Imperial Military Academy.

This kind of well-fitting military uniform cannot be borrowed casually from family members, not to mention that Karl is still wearing the young eagle command knife, which the two policemen can still recognize.

But at this moment they were a little nervous. The child in front of them was a lieutenant of the Imperial Military Academy, and the young eagle's command knife represented that he had already been on the battlefield.

People of this status can get them punished with a few words, not to mention they are actually beating up a drunk.

"Let him go."

Carl gave an order, and the citizens who were still angry just now let go of the drunk man, and unconsciously took a few steps back, because they also saw that the faces of the two police officers were not very good, this little brat might be a A high-ranking soldier.

"Master officer, this guy insulted our empire just now, shouldn't we beat him?!"

One of the people who had been involved in the beating had already run away, and the other seemed to want to talk and was going to question Karl.

"That's right, Lieutenant, this person just publicly insulted the empire. According to the relevant regulations during the war, we need to bring him back to the police station for further investigation."

The police also came over, preparing for the next step of detention and death penalty with reasonable evidence.

"I don't want to be rough."

Karl just pulled out the young eagle commander knife from his waist, and the blade shone a little coldly with the moonlight, Karl's meaning was self-evident.

"I think you know that attacking a police officer in the rear is a very serious crime. Even an outstanding military officer with a record of merit like you will be punished."

At this time, two policemen approached with their batons. Although they didn't take it seriously, as patriots, policemen with dignity and face, they felt that they should let Karl know something.

"I was just protecting the family of a heroic soldier whose child died on the first day of the war, at the hands of the Franks.

Now, are you going to let him die at the hands of the German people? "

Carl's tone was very calm, but if the story he told was true, the behavior of the two policemen was a bit absurd.

At this time, the passers-by who were watching had already dispersed. The dispute between a high-ranking small military officer and two police officers seemed to be one-sided.

"He was insulting the empire just now, there is no way he is a family member of a soldier!"

The guy who talked has already run away, and it seems that he also wants to stir up the muddy water before leaving.

"With my dozens of battles with the Franks, with my blood shed on the battlefield, with my loyalty to the empire, with all my own honor."

At this time, Carl used a loudspeaker technique, and his voice could be heard by passers-by who were far away from the scene, which also made the two suspicious police officers shut up.

"I swear to the gods, there is no false element in everything I said, is that enough?"

"Okay, even if he is really a family member of a martyr, such remarks are not appropriate. Mr. Lieutenant, it is an era of war, I hope you can still persuade me."

They don't want to make matters worse. No matter how patriotic they are, if their careers suffer serious setbacks because of other people's remarks, it is not worth it.

The two exchanged glances, and saluted again together.

"Thank you for your understanding. You are competent patriotic policemen. May God bless you. Long live the German Empire."

Carl returned a military salute and casually said some polite words.

"Long live the German Reich."

After the two policemen finished saying this slogan, they turned and left, and the turmoil was over.

Karl put away the young eagle's command knife, walked towards the drunk man, and activated the healing technique. The middle-aged man's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This person is..."

Fama came over, she helped the man on the ground, and asked Karl strangely.

"Actually, I don't know him at all. When I saw him, I thought of Gustaliv."

Karl didn't make up a reason for the drunk. He saw Gustalliff's appearance from the man's outline. In fact, the man was really Gustalliff's father.

In fact, there was a family portrait in Gustalliff’s letter to Karl at Christmas, but it was a long-time memory, and Karl didn’t pay much attention to it at the time.

"So that's how it is..."

Fama still has an impression of Gustaliv. After all, he beat his father on the first day of school. This was the first time that happened at Parisino Academy, and it might be the last time.

"Help him up, I just had a drink, and it's very cold now."

If this drunk man were allowed to lie on the side of the road, maybe tomorrow he would be a frozen corpse.

With the help of Fama, Karl, who is 1.3 meters tall, carried a middle-aged man on his back, and staggered to help him to a bench by the side of the road. Karl formed a small fireball in his palm to keep the old man warm.

"You are already very proficient in magic, and you can use the fire technique like this."

Fama was a little surprised at Karl's skillful control of spells. At this time, many passers-by were still walking on the streets of Heidelberg, and they also saw a little boy with flames in his hand and the military uniform on his body.

In fact, there are very few people who can use spells so proficiently, let alone simple applications in daily life.The flame in Carl's hand burned very steadily, and did not ignite the white scarf he had just tied.

"Gustaliv, Gustaliv... my dear, don't run anymore, come back quickly..."

Karl and Fama followed the sound and saw a thinly dressed woman who seemed to be the wife of the drunk.

"Here! Come here."

Carl stretched out his hand to greet, and the woman saw the man lying on the bench, and ran over in a hurry.

"Thank you so much, thank you, thank you..."

The woman was crying, wiping her tears with her hands while gently stroking her lover.

"He's always been like this recently, it's really troublesome for you."

Karl looked at the woman, and then at the old Gustalev on the bench. Although the pain of losing a child was extremely sad, what would his wife do if he continued to be so decadent?
"It's okay, auntie. I'm Gustalev and I'm a classmate. My name is Karl Deng Anpurnimir."

Carl smiled. He believed that Gustareev would mention him at home, after all, that guy didn't have many friends.

(End of this chapter)