German Red Prince

“I didn’t expect to be so famous that Your Highness would actually recognize me.” Thallman smiled at Thorne.

"Aren't you afraid I'll have you arrested if you come here?" Thorne sat down and looked at Thaler.

“Don’t worry, because you didn’t arrest Adolf and Goebbels,” Thälmann said softly, then added, “I’m from Berlin. I go to KFC every day for classes. Mr. Goebbels recommended me to come.”

“Oh? So you already knew.” Thorne poured a cup of tea and pushed it toward Talman. “Try it, tea from the East.” He crossed his arms and smiled.

"Your Highness, what kind of person are you?" Thaler suddenly asked, looking at the steaming tea.

“Me?” Thorne took a sip of tea. “I’m just an ordinary person.”

"Oh?"

Thallman seemed somewhat surprised.

"Did you think I was going to say something like, 'I'm a nobleman, a prince of the Kingdom of Rhine'?"

Thorne stood up and looked out the window. "I'm just an ordinary person, very ordinary, but I have ideals in my heart."

He was indeed a very ordinary person; before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary citizen.

"What are your ideals?" Thorne suddenly looked at Thallman.

“Me?” Thälmann paused for a moment, then said, “I hope to build an equal Germany.”

“What a noble ideal.” Thorne smiled. “I’m much like you; I also hope to build an equal world.”

When Thaler heard Thorne say this, his mind went blank for a moment. What did this mean? To build an equal world? Good heavens, he's even more enlightened than him!

"My ideal is an equal world! A world without oppression and discrimination, where the power of the state belongs to the people! May all the workers of the world unite!"

"The reactionaries cannot suppress the voice of truth! They cannot suppress the voice of the people! I believe that a world without exploiters and the exploited will eventually come! People of the world, unite! At that time, only one flag will wave, and that will be the flag of communism!"

Thorne spoke frankly to Thallman, revealing his truest thoughts. There were no outsiders here; only sincerity could move Thallman.

“I can hardly believe you are a prince.” Thallman took a long time to recover. “I should call you the ‘Red Prince’.”

“The Red Prince?” Thorne’s lips curled up. “That’s an interesting nickname, but I prefer to be called comrade.”

Thorne continued talking to himself, “You know what? I saw them execute a German from the International Brigades on the Polish battlefield. Even as he was being executed, he didn’t seem afraid at all. Although he only glanced at me from a distance, I felt my whole body burning up.”

"I was suddenly saddened by humanity's self-harm and slaughter. Why are people always so eager to conquer other nations to show their superiority? Why can't we unite and live equally in this world? At that moment, I vowed to change this world! Even death could not stop me!"

"Do you believe me, Comrade Thallman?"

Thaleman looked at the determined young man before him. He saw no arrogance from the royal family in Thaleman's eyes. Thorne's eyes seemed to be burning with fire!

"Of course, comrade."

Thallman stepped forward and shook Thorne's hand, the hand of a young man with ideals.

"Comrade Thallman, let us fight together for our ideals."

Thorne took out his ticket; next stop, Darmstadt.

Chapter 52 From the Masses, Back to the Masses

"Where is our inside man in the royal family?"

"Report, report, she's missing." The person who came in to report nervously said to the man with a gloomy face.

"Useless!" The man slammed his hand on the chair in anger.

"Calm down, party leader."

Their situation is becoming increasingly difficult. Since the establishment of that urban management bureau, the organization of the Unified German Party has suffered a severe blow.

He had no choice but to cut his losses and survive, so he made the difficult decision to abandon many of his organizations on the ground. A large number of external members were arrested, and the organization could no longer operate openly as before, so it had to go underground.

This pained him greatly as the party leader; the vast wealth he had painstakingly accumulated was now shrinking rapidly. It felt as if a pair of eyes were constantly watching him, and he felt as if a noose was around his neck, tightening ever more.

He couldn't let things continue like this. He had to take action. He had once been so powerful, everything was on the verge of success, so why had things suddenly turned out this way? The Unified German Party would destroy all enemies that stood in his way! He would possess supreme power! He would become the master of Germany!

The man below the stage looked at the party leader, who was now somewhat frenzied, and felt a chill run down his spine. Did he really think he could become the master of Germany in this state? Now was the time for fantasy.

“Tell that guy in Darmstadt! Tell him we can’t wait any longer, and that he should know what to do, or he’ll know what the consequences will be.”

"Yes, leader." The man replied and left.

“You’ve gone a bit too far.” A person slowly walked out from the side room. “The higher-ups were already very angry when you caused trouble in Berlin. If you continue like this, don’t blame them for being impolite. You’d better tone it down.”

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" the party leader asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"The Unity of Germany party is firmly in my hands! I don't need your interference! What I do is none of your business!" he shouted, gesturing wildly on the stage.

"You're crazy. If this continues, you know the consequences. People in Berlin won't keep a mad dog."

After speaking, the man left, leaving the man alone in the room. He wouldn't give up; all of this would be his. He would shatter the old order and establish a completely new one! A Germany dominated by him!

What conspiracy is brewing in Darmstadt, and what will Thorne discover there?

Thallman looked at the young man before him and fell into deep thought, one a nobleman, the other royalty.

Logically speaking, he should be a class enemy, someone Thallman should oppose, but Thorne's speech yesterday was clearly from the heart, reflecting his true thoughts.

It's quite amazing that a nobleman and a revolutionary, two identities that would never normally be connected, are now combined in one person.

"What's wrong, Mr. Thallman?"

“It’s nothing,” Thallman replied. “I just find it a little unbelievable.”

“What’s so incredible? Me?” Thorne asked.

"Yes, I still find it incredible that Your Highness... well, you have such a firm revolutionary will."

“What’s wrong with that?” Thorne chuckled. “I am a person first, then a nobleman, then a prince. Everyone has their own thoughts, and so do I.”

“My belief is communism. You are very surprised that I, an aristocrat, am willing to devote myself to the revolution. But let me tell you, even if I were not an aristocrat, I would still devote myself to the revolution, and maybe we would already be comrades-in-arms.”

"Revolutionaries should not be judged solely by their birth circumstances. Whether you are a vagrant or a member of the upper class, as long as you have firm beliefs and are willing to fight for a common ideal, everyone can become a comrade. After all, we must unite all forces that can be united so that the flames of revolution can be ignited."

Seeing Thorne's determined gaze, Thallman suddenly smiled with relief. His resentment disappeared; he had been too narrow-minded.

Thallman picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. He was now relieved. This young nobleman had a much stronger revolutionary will than many of those so-called "comrades," and was much more reliable than those opportunists.

“Come work with me when we get to Darmstadt, don’t forget,” Thorne suddenly said.

"Huh? Work?" Thaler was a little puzzled. Why would a prince have to do chores?

"What, you don't want to?" Thorne glanced at Thallman, who looked slightly puzzled.

“Of course we had to work in the past, otherwise what would we eat? We also had to find a place to rent. Didn’t you say I’m an aristocrat? You’re just worried that I’ve never experienced the lives of ordinary people. Isn’t this a good opportunity?”

"Besides, as a revolutionary, can we rely solely on theory?" Thorne said meaningfully. "What do we rely on to succeed in the revolution? It is the people. Only by winning the trust of the people can we achieve final success."

"Proletarian revolutionaries should not be just theorists, but pragmatists. We cannot just wield our pens and write lofty theories. What we need to do is to understand the needs of the masses at all times."

"Revolutionaries must be grounded in reality and unite with the people. We keep saying that we want to work for the people's well-being and fight for their rights, so how can we just sit in the office and play with our pens? Remember not to make any low-level mistakes. We must get to the heart of the matter and come from the masses and go back to the masses."

Thorne, at this moment, acted like a teacher, pretending to be profound, instructing Thallman.

"Do you really think that blindly pursuing theory will succeed? What the people want is power in their hands, a spacious house, and bread on their table. Empty theories cannot move the people, and being aloof will only lead to disconnection from the masses."

"The people trust you and lift you up, but if you turn your back on them and forget them, they can also push you off the pedestal. Even if you succeed and establish a powerful socialist country with a million soldiers, it will collapse in an instant without the people's trust. What we should worry about is not external threats, but internal ones. Being detached from the masses is a dead end!"

"I've learned a lot; my revolutionary ideas were not mature enough," Thallman said sincerely to Thorne.

Thorne, a member of the royal family, has a solid foundation in both revolutionary will and revolutionary thought. It is hard to imagine that such a young man could have such profound thoughts.

“When we go to work in factories, it is not only to understand the needs of the people and their situation, but also to spread revolutionary ideas and Marxism to the workers, to let them become the spark, and to improve our grassroots organizations. Only by having a strong foundation can we avoid becoming detached from the masses and ensure that our revolutionary will continues.”

"So what we need to do now is stand with them? Become a part of them?"

"Of course, only workers understand workers best. You've been doing revolutionary work in those industrial areas for so long, you should know better than me. Besides, I've found a helper to guide us, so I don't think we'll be unable to make a living."

Thorne opened the box, inside were several sets of old work clothes. "Comrade Thallman, theory is important, but so is practice. Do you think that if we just go around preaching Marxism every day and encourage them to strike, they will support us? Understand us? Will the people awaken? How could that be possible? If we just do it like that, then we are no different from politicians who only know how to deceive people to win votes."

"Besides, those theories were summarized by our predecessors through practice and observation. These theories are ultimately just theories, just things on paper, things from the past. Who knows if they are outdated?"

"The advanced nature of Marxists is that they are constantly engaged in self-criticism and self-revolution. We cannot fall into dogmatism, and our thinking cannot become rigid. Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. No matter how good or correct a theory is, without observation and practice, it is merely a theory on paper. What we need is not just these theories, but also what the people need and want."

Thorne changed his clothes and looked in the mirror. They fit him perfectly, and he really did look like a young apprentice. "Comrade Thaler," he said, "I know that speeches can be inspiring and may resonate with the class, but you must understand that capitalists are very cunning. They are always trying to sow discord among us, inciting us to fight and hate each other so that they can reap the benefits. Otherwise, if the workers were to unite, the streetlights would be covered with capitalists."

The train stopped; it had arrived at Darmstadt. Thorne believed he would gain a lot here, provided he could fill his stomach first.

"Let's go, Comrade Thallman, we are about to accomplish a great cause."

He waved the order form in his hand at Thallman, "Let's go, we need to find some jobs."

In Darmstadt, this developed industrial city, besides industrial wastewater, there is a pool of even dirtier and more putrid wastewater.

Chapter Fifty-Three: Bengbu Lives

"Is there any movement from the kingdom?"

"I don't know, I only know that there's been no news from our inside contact over there."

"No more news?" The man frowned upon hearing this.

"Be careful lately. The investigators have gone a bit too far. The kingdom is unlikely to stand idly by. Be careful."

"Yes, but, but the people over there sent a letter telling us to hurry up and take action, otherwise, otherwise they will expose us."

"He threatened me?"

The man sat in the chair, looking at the scenery outside the window, and spoke after a long while.

"Ugh, this is troublesome. Darmstadt isn't under my jurisdiction, so it seems we should go find that mayor instead."

After saying that, he picked up his coat, put on his hat, and walked out of the house.

Inside the Felsenmeier Sanatorium, Hammer walked through the long corridor as usual, and those who saw him bowed and greeted him, after all, he was also a member of the royal family.

However, unlike usual, Hamo was accompanied by a well-dressed man today.

Upon reaching the ward door, Hamo asked the man in front of him to wait outside for a while.

“Davi… no, Mr. Holman, please get ready outside, I’ll go in first.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Hammer.” Holman thanked Hammer. He did need to prepare; after being away for so long and going through so much, he needed to adjust before finally seeing his family again.

"Hello, little Arya," Hamor greeted Arya with a smile from her hospital bed.

"Hello, Uncle Hammer." Although Arya responded to Hammer with a smile, there was still a hint of disappointment on her face. Although she was recovering well in the sanatorium, something was still missing in her heart. Without healing her emotional wounds, she could never fully recover.

"Arya, do you believe Uncle Hammer has a Anywhere Door?"

"I don't believe it. Uncle Hamo isn't Doraemon, and he doesn't have a dimensional pocket, nor is he as cute as Doraemon," Arya pouted.

"Hahaha, don't you believe me? Well, you'd better watch out."

Hamo walked to the door and said, "Watch carefully."

The door opened, and a somewhat bewildered man stood in the doorway. He saw Arya on the hospital bed and seemed at a loss, his eyes darting around, appearing very nervous.

Holman seemed to be trying to say something, his lips moving constantly, but he couldn't utter a word.

"father!"

Hearing Arya's excited shout, Holman could no longer contain his emotions, tears welled up in his eyes, and he rushed forward to hug Arya on the hospital bed.

“Arya, I, I’m back.”

"Daddy, please don't go."

"I won't leave anymore, I won't leave again, we'll be together forever."

At this moment, Margaret also came to the ward and saw Holman inside. She covered her mouth with both hands in disbelief.

"You can continue your family reunion and chat. I won't disturb you any longer," Hamo said with a smile as he walked out, closing the wooden door of the ward behind him.

"Hollman, where have you been? We haven't heard from you for so long," Margaret asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Well, well, it's a long story. I won't leave. We'll be together forever," Holman replied with some guilt.

“Thanks to Mr. Hammer, we wouldn’t know what to do about Arya’s illness during your absence.”

“Yes, thank you for his help.” Holman wiped away his tears. “I will thank him properly. I’m not leaving this time. I’ve found a job in Darmstadt. We will never be apart.”

Just as Holman was basking in the joy of family reunion, Thorne was in trouble. Finding a house was too difficult. Were they going to end up homeless? This first step in their endeavor had already been thwarted.

Darmstadt is supposed to be a relatively developed industrial city in the Kingdom of the Rhine, so why is it so desolate? Thorne was somewhat surprised when he saw the scene here; the environment of this city was completely different from what he had imagined.

The sky was gray and the streets were not as clean as those in other cities. Unemployed beggars could be seen everywhere, and some drunkards were lying on the side of the street. How did a city like this get the title of "Civilized City of the Kingdom of the Rhine"?