German Red Prince

"I'm not hungry yet, but I'll take this back for my parents to try," Williams said, swallowing hard. He tucked the bag of instant noodles into his pocket; it was the first time he'd ever seen this stuff, and he figured he'd take it home so they could eat together.

"Don't accept it, take it out and eat it. This stuff is everywhere and very cheap. I have a lot more. You won't be able to eat much of it if you take this bag back. I'll give you a few boxes to take back with you later."

After Thorne finished speaking, he placed the instant noodles in front of Williams, staring at him, "You have to eat this today, whether you like it or not."

Looking at the instant noodles that had been soaked in the bowl, Williams slowly ate them, one small bite at a time.

He had never eaten anything so delicious before. He chewed for a long time before swallowing. Thorne looked at Williams carefully, as if afraid of wasting a single drop of soup, and couldn't help but feel sad. If this scene were brought to the screen, how many masters' mental exhaustion could be cured?

The mental exhaustion of those gentlemen was resolved, but they only found a sense of superiority in these poor people. They had no worries about food or clothing, but they lacked a bit of romance to fill their numb hearts.

What about those who truly need help and whose mental exhaustion needs to be addressed?

Oh, they are being sung and praised by countless people, to extol their great and indomitable spirit in the face of suffering!

They are role models! Role models for ordinary people! We should pay tribute to these indomitable souls! As for those officials, just look at them and you'll be grateful. They only need these things to find some fun in life, so there's no need to praise them.

Because they don't have to fight against hardship, the powerful can't imagine the lives of the lower classes, and the lower classes can't imagine their lives either.

Just like an old farmer who has spent his whole life tilling the land, all he can imagine is that an emperor can use a golden hoe to till the land.

Some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be beasts of burden.

These people were surrounded by countless onlookers; they were like clowns in a circus, entertaining people, or gladiators fighting wild beasts in the Roman Colosseum.

The audience applauded, praised, and cheered on stage, but how many of them were cheering for them? The audience was only cheering for the satisfaction they themselves felt.

Never glorify suffering; think about why people suffer. Thorne always kept this in mind.

"This is for you." After finishing his meal, Williams took out a bottle of soda from his pocket, which the shopkeeper had given him that morning.

"I can't just eat for free, can I? Consider this a return gift." He smiled and scratched his head.

"Okay, then I'll take it." Thorne took the bottle of soda.

This bottle of soda is what motivated him to vow to change everything!

Thorne kept this bottle of soda; it was displayed in a cabinet in the Rhine Palace, on a large table in the People's Government Office, and finally in a display case in the People's Museum.

This bottle of soda is no longer just a bottle of soda; it represents a promise, a vow.

He had to change the lives of the German lower classes.

Thorne was exhausted when he finally got off work. It was already evening. He turned off the machine and rubbed his sore arms and back.

"Phew—it's finally over, time to go home!" Thorne whistled as he walked out of the factory.

“Williams? You’re going this way too? We’re going the same way, let’s go together.” Thorne greeted Williams.

“Yes, what a coincidence. Let’s go together then,” Williams replied with a smile.

On the way, Thorne listened to Williams talk about his family's situation, and how he could still smile and persevere despite such a miserable life.

"What a strong person he is." Thorne now greatly admires this young man. Although he is young, he already possesses a strong heart.

"I'm home." Williams pointed to the house in front of him and said goodbye to Thorne.

"Goodbye, I'll definitely come over for a visit if I have time."

“You’re welcome anytime,” Williams said. “You’re always welcome to come and have a chat.”

"Oh, right, take this." Thorne pulled a large bag of instant noodles out of his bag.

"I almost forgot, this is for you. Take it back and let your family try it."

"Oh? Well, thank you." Williams accepted the large bag of instant noodles, seeing Thorne's expression that left no room for refusal.

"Why do we need a revolution?" Thorne suddenly asked Talman as Williams left.

"For the liberation of all mankind, for the equality of all mankind."

"Yes, for the liberation of mankind, for the equality of mankind." Thorne looked at Williams entering the room, clenched his fist, and said, "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me."

When Thorne arrived at Holman's place, he was just about to rest when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" When no one answered, Thorne became suspicious. Who could it be in the middle of the night?

"Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger!" he shouted towards the door.

"Chicken stew with mushrooms," the person outside replied.

"What? You actually found it." Thorne opened the door. He hadn't told Heydrich and Thomas his location before he came, leaving them to find it themselves. He didn't expect them to actually find it.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Your Highness, according to intelligence, the mayor of Darmstadt will be hosting a banquet tomorrow night, where some intelligence may be gathered," the Stasi reported.

"A banquet?" Thorne pondered for a moment. "What are your ideas?"

"According to intelligence, the guests at this banquet are all high-ranking celebrities. We have found a suitable candidate. This person has not had much contact with the people of Darmstadt, so the people of Darmstadt are relatively unfamiliar with him."

"Moreover, this person is a loner with few friends and a simple social life. If we have someone impersonate him and sneak into the banquet, we're sure to get something out of it."

“That’s a good idea. Who do you want to play this role?” Thorne nodded. It was a good idea, but they needed to choose someone trustworthy and of high quality.

"Your Highness, Minister Thomas sent me here to seek your opinion."

Thorne thought about it and realized he needed someone trustworthy, and there seemed to be a suitable candidate.

"Let Fred go; it's time for him to get some practice."

"Yes."

The Stasi bowed, withdrew, and disappeared into the night.

“Father, I’m home.” Williams returned home to find his mother sitting at the table doing odd jobs and his father doing carpentry.

"You should take a rest," Williams said, walking up to them. "You're not in good health to begin with, so rest a bit more. How's your sister?"

"It's alright, it's alright, we can still move around, we won't just rot at home." Old William smiled. "Daisy is much better now, she's playing inside."

"That's good." Williams walked into the kitchen. "A kind person gave me some nice things today."

He boiled water and put several packets of instant noodles in it.

"It smells so good!" Daisy ran out of the house. "It smells so good, what is this?"

“I don’t know either.” Williams couldn’t understand what was written on it either. “It was given to me by a kind person named Carl. Let’s call it Carl Noodles.”

Williams cooked the noodles and filled three large bowls, keeping the last bit for himself.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly." Williams watched Daisy wolf down her food. "There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything."

Seeing Williams and Daisy eating, both the mother and old William couldn't help but shed tears.

"Let's eat." Old William secretly wiped away his tears.

"There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything."

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion, the mayor of Darmstadt was waiting for news.

"Report, the invitations have been sent out," the person who came in reported.

"Yes, very good." The mayor nodded.

"And what about those other guests? How much did they pay? They won't get the service if they don't pay enough," the mayor asked the man with a lewd smile.

"A total of 500,000 marks."

"Great! Get ready for a celebration!" He laughed loudly. This banquet would earn him another 500,000!

Above and below, two worlds.

Chapter 58 Van♂Game♂

“Groth, 24 years old, from Offenbach, is a minor nobleman. His parents died a few years ago. He is a loner with few friends and has not had much contact with Darmstadt. He is a suitable candidate.”

Thomas lit a cigarette and listened quietly to the Stasi's report, which was all the intelligence the Stasi had gathered recently.

"Anything else?"

"Reporting to the Minister, that's all," the Stasi said, closing the file and standing at attention.

Thomas didn't speak. A cigarette burned quietly, smoke swirling around him. After a long while, he finally stubbed it out and looked at Grote's photo.

That's too little information. What's the use of this little bit of intelligence? Asking even a little bit will expose the truth.

"What did His Highness say?"

"His Highness said that Captain Fred is a suitable candidate."

"Fred?" Thomas glanced at the photo and couldn't help but chuckle. You know what, he really does look a bit like him.

"Yes, it is possible, but we still have too little information at hand."

Thomas leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. He had barely slept these past few days, working himself to the bone every day.

To be honest, this place really tests your resilience. It's not just the prisoners who suffer psychological torment here; the guards also suffer psychological torment. This prison is like hell, surrounded by walls and iron cages, with no light whatsoever.

The Gulag prison constantly drains the sanity of its inhabitants. The prison's interior is extremely eerie, decorated with all sorts of strange creatures in every corner. As you walk around, you might suddenly find a statue of an indescribable creature staring at you, sending chills down your spine.

In short, this place is very uncomfortable, and Thomas has no idea why Thorne built the prison in this style.

The prison is located at the end of a long, dark corridor. Walking through this long, dark corridor can create an extremely oppressive atmosphere. Prisoners with poor psychological resilience may break down while walking through the corridor and have to be dragged into the prison by the guards.

The same applies to prison staff. In the early days, staff could only work continuously for a maximum of four days. Once they worked for more than four consecutive days, they would develop psychological problems and need timely counseling.

Thomas had also raised these issues with Thorne, but he couldn't understand what Thorne was saying. Thorne claimed that there were whispers of the Old Gods here that would affect "sanity" and people's rationality.

The prisoners in the Gulag are all heinous criminals who must endure endless physical and mental torture to atone for their sins. Thomas was puzzled: what were those octopus-like statues as "ancient gods"? Could these statues affect a person's sanity? What was the underlying principle?

Thorne just smiled and remained silent, as if it were a secret that couldn't be revealed. In reality, he didn't know either, and doing these things was purely a personal interest.

For various reasons, the earliest Gulag prisons were managed on a rotation system, with a new batch of people being rotated every four days. Now, with training, things are much better, and they can hold out for longer.

To test his endurance, Thomas has been staying in the Gulag prison for the past two weeks, eating and sleeping there.

At first, he was really not used to it. There were statues of those "ancient gods" everywhere. It was quite creepy to see them at first, but after a while, they were just like that. He's gotten used to it now and can even fall asleep under the screams of prisoners and the gaze of the "ancient gods".

“Reporting to the minister, this intelligence is mainly being investigated by the Gestapo. We Stasi mainly deal with external matters, so we have collected less information,” the investigator said.

Thomas tapped on the table, seemingly lost in thought, when suddenly the door opened and Heydrich walked in, exhaling and taking a sip of water from the glass on the table.

"I'm late, Thomas." Heydrich apologized to Thomas as he sat down in a chair. He had just finished training and immediately brought all the intelligence he had gathered.

Looking at the thick stack of intelligence on the table, Thomas smiled. "Look, you've even found out Grote's underwear."

“Of course,” Heydrich laughed. “This much information should be enough.”

In fact, long before Thorne went to Darmstadt, the Gestapo had already begun investigating the Darmstadt mayor's interpersonal relationships. The mayor of Darmstadt seemed to like organizing a strange banquet. The Gestapo did not investigate in depth, only knowing that a large "membership fee" had to be paid to attend the banquet.

Not long ago, this Grote also appeared at this banquet. He is a nobleman, and his ancestors were also old nobles. His family is very wealthy, and he seemed to be quite generous at the banquet.

He obtained the status of a VIP member in a very short time, a status that required spending at least 200,000 marks.

How could he spend so much money after only a few visits? The mayor who hosted this banquet must value this young man highly. Grote should have access to many high-level secrets, so starting with him should be a very good approach.

Thomas picked up the file and began to read. "His favorite food is French cuisine, his favorite wine is Margaux, he enjoys listening to classical music, his favorite piece is Schubert's Serenade, his habitual action is to cough after speaking, he sniffles when excited, his average bathroom break is ten minutes, and he likes desserts..."

"Wow, you guys are staying at his house?" Thomas closed the file, somewhat surprised. This investigation was quite thorough.

"Haha, the Gestapo can find anything they want; there's nothing they can't do." Heydrich crossed his legs and laughed. "What should we do next?"

"Call Fred over. His Highness wants Fred to investigate and get used to his role."

Heydrich glanced at Groth's photo and nodded. "Alright, now it's your turn. I'm going to take a look around the back." With that, he got up and left, walking towards the interior of the prison.

He's going inside to have some fun; I wonder which unlucky prisoner Heydrich will drag out for a lesson this time.

Thomas watched Heydrich's retreating figure. This man was born for this line of work. Last time, he caught a criminal who could be described as a psychopath. In just a few years, he had already taken more than twenty lives. This kind of dangerous criminal was caught by Fred himself, and he was still able to injure two members of the SWAT team.

When he first arrived in the Gulag, he was very arrogant. Heydrich personally interrogated him in the deepest part of the Gulag prison, in a small dark room where no one dared to stay for more than an hour. He stayed with this prisoner for three days without eating or drinking, and no one was allowed to approach him during that time.

No one knows what methods he used, but when the prisoner was released, he confessed everything, including what he knew and didn't know. However, he also suffered an emotional breakdown and became mentally unstable, dying a few days later.

This man is terrifying—a blond beast, a black grim reaper. Thomas genuinely admires him; his abilities are definitely no less than his own. If Thomas were to slack off even slightly, he would be immediately surpassed. It seems that Prince Thorne's judgment is truly remarkable; everyone he entrusts with important tasks is exceptionally capable.

"Go and fetch Captain Fred; it's his turn to act."

"Yes."

After the Stasi finished speaking, he left.

At this moment, Fred was demonstrating target practice to Alpha and Signal Flag at the training ground. He had been training these people here for some time, and they were gradually maturing. He estimated that they would be able to finish the course soon.

"Oh!"