Chapter 34 – 3. Saxony’s Great Leader (4)
It is a pitch-dark night.
I came out to the street outside the official residence. I passed the guard posts set up to guard my surroundings one by one and headed to the roadside, receiving salutes from the soldiers who recognized me.
“Brother, where are you going? I’ll take you to my cheap price!”
“Ugh! You are the son of a precious house, so where are you going to ride in such a crappy car?”
“What is this bitch? Did you say everything?”
“Don’t listen to that goblin. Except for the one who is famous for dumping.”
On the road at the entrance of the wealthy village, drivers of various kinds, from orcs to elves, were soliciting customers. According to Bernhard Brühllin’s ordinance, cars, unlike carriages, did not implement a reconnaissance system, so they could extort money for a few days’ play with just one so-called hukou.
“You man, tell me where you are going!”
“Okay, shouldn’t we have to bargain?”
Drivers of cars stopped along the street approached and talked to almost every time they passed. Some of them crossed the line by pretending to be friendly and grabbed their shoulders or wrists, and even had to look away for the shotgun they were hiding under their overcoats.
“Go away.”
Hansi is busy. It wasn’t enough to pick any car and set off, but I’d rather spend some time looking for a reliable driver than fuss over fares.
I stopped my car at the end of the road and looked at the man who was leisurely smoking a cigarette. Unlike the other drivers, he didn’t solicit customers when I passed by and was absorbed in smoking.
“Do you have business?”
“Yes, as you can see.”
“Sorry for smoking.”
“It’s okay. Where do you want to go?”
“Get on first.”
The man nodded his head. After getting into his vehicle, I held out the paper I had written down along with the record book. It was a piece of paper with an address on 3rd Beckenbauer Street. That is exactly what Adele left behind.
“Come over here.”
“Hmm, just give me 30 marks.”
“Payment upon arrival.”
“Come on. Please wear your seat belt.”
Could it be that I was forty years old? It looked messy, but I really liked it through the words. Counting the bills in my pocket, I prepared a 100-mark bill in advance and took out the shotgun I had kept in my bosom.
“I think there is a story behind it.”
“I feel like I have something to protect my body.”
“Beckenbauer is a tough neighborhood. I sometimes carry guests there, but why do they all have bulging inside pockets?”
“That must have been hard. To be honest, if it were me, I wouldn’t even want to burn it because I was embarrassed.”
“But I’ve never been robbed before.”
The driver behind the wheel pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. I didn’t think it was a big deal because I was going to bite it, but I was reluctant to bloom alone, so I unexpectedly handed me one and recommended it.
“It’s Kohel menthol, do you want to smoke it?”
“…… There are no specifications.”
“Then I’ll smoke one too.”
Smoke filled the interior of the car speeding down the road. The menthol cigarettes from Köchel, one of Bernhard’s best companies, had a refreshing mint smell, just like Elisabeth’s body, and in some way helped to organize her complicated mind.
“Sometimes this isn’t too bad.”
“I guess you didn’t smoke.”
“I used to smoke cigars.”
“I wondered why, but he was a rich man.”
I laughed silently. I didn’t know when he said it, but it’s because after he said it, it was just like Bourgeois, who was very hungry.
“Looks like there was some room for misinterpretation.”
“Never mind.”
“How long will it take to get there?”
“It will take about 30 minutes.”
“Hurry up.”
“That’s right.”
Bruhlin’s night is brilliant but decadent. Even this city, which was called the city of glory by day, will not be able to get rid of the stigma of being stained with backside and corruption as long as there are streets like Beckenbauer and Saxony.
“If you visit Beckenbauer at a time like this, you must be a gambler.”
“It’s similar.”
If the streets that should not exist in Saxony continue their lives with all sorts of unethical businesses, streets that are officially recognized like Beckenbauer survive with risky businesses such as entertainment bars and gambling houses.
The article seems to have inferred that I was a gambler after seeing me planning to visit Beckenbauer at such a late hour. However, judging by what I do, my actions are not much different from those of gamblers. To live is to make choices every moment.
“Are you going to overthrow it with that gun?”
“Maybe in some cases.”
After inspecting the shotgun handle, trigger, and magazine, I hugged it and leaned my back against the back of the chair. The 30 minutes it took to reach the destination must have been a story when I took it to a minimum, and the speed of driving was no joke.
“Can I get some more cigarettes?”
“Here it is. Take it.”
There was only one cigarette left in the cigarette pack.
“I have one left.”
“It’s okay. Let’s smoke.”
I’m not the type to enjoy smoking, but I know how serious a crime it is to covet someone else’s cigarettes. If that is the last one left, it would be polite to decline even if you were willing to give it away.
“I only take heart.”
Giving up on the beginning of the year and looking out the window, I organized my thoughts as I watched the scenery passing by quickly.
“…….”
Thousands of thoughts run through my mind as I go out into the streets with a gun in the middle of the night. How the hell did my life come this far? Will I be able to defeat Beatrix? Can we stop the fucking massacre and lay flowers on the graves of Victoria and Cecilia?
“I feel like a beggar.”
“What is it?”
The tomb was a false grave. I couldn’t watch Victoria’s death and retrieve Cecilia’s body. I had to watch Leona Schultz, who let us flee to Partenope, fall, and her future colleagues die.
“Just, everything.”
“Okay.”
Beatrix said I was needlessly sentimental. He said that nothing could be done with such sympathy.
I do not agree. I will resolutely raise my nostrils to all those who spread malicious rumors and cover up human malice. Fuck or prank. Indeed, since all these people were born evil, shouldn’t they cultivate good intentions?
“Well, that’s what life is all about.”
It reminds me of something I heard once in my hometown.
“Still, I think I can tell you at least one piece of good news.”
“What?”
“It means that we will arrive at our destination soon.”
Between being born with a good nature and continuing it, and being born with an evil nature and overcoming it, which one is better?
…… It will definitely be the latter.
“Yes, that is really good news.”
Don’t be discouraged. The crises that come in life are originally things that I can’t help it. If you try to wrap your head around a problem you can’t choose from, all you have left is anguish and stress. Being angry that the world is unfair is not something anyone can do.
I will move productively. I will think of what is hanging in my hands. Why am I against Beatrix Adler? To put an end to her excessive tyranny. Even at this moment, it is to save someone who is dying in an extermination camp over there.
Even hitting a rock with an egg is not meaningless if there is a reason. No matter how much I laugh at it, I will hit it, hit it again, hit it again, and it will eventually break that hard rock in half.
“We have arrived, sir.”
Run is over If it was long, it was long and if it was short, it was a short time. I threw a 100-mark note at the driver who paid 30 marks and put the shotgun in my pocket.
“I don’t have enough change. Could you give me ten-mark notes?”
“What’s left is the price of cigarettes.”
“Huh, aren’t you overdoing it?”
“If you’re sorry to receive it, just tell me your name.”
The knight nodded and replied.
“This is Samuel. There is no last name.”
“Do you look for customers on that road every time?”
“At this time of day, it is.”
“Use it again later.”
Jamuel, who was wearing a cheap hunting cap, showed his manners by taking off his hat. I smiled and opened the car door and got out. I joined the street where naked women and sloppy men gathered and followed the dizzying light.
The address on the paper was number 19, 3 Beckenbauer. I was able to find it after biting the annoying touts and persistently searching the surroundings.
“…… You’re so damn proud.”
If the Führer’s official residence was the site, it would never be called a mansion in terms of the size of the building. It was comparable to the Brulin Central Department Store, which was said to have the largest area among private buildings.
“Welcome to Casino Babel.”
There were two gatekeepers attached to each of the more than ten doors that were close together. I left the entrance full of colorful lights and dazzling decorations, approached the farthest corner, and met the gatekeeper standing there.
“Sir, this is the entrance for staff. If you are a customer, please use the door next to it.”
The gatekeeper was an elf with a big rice cake stick. Wearing only a vest without a coat, he was dressed like a tout, and his ears were clearly half-length.
“Well, I think I’ve come to the right place.”
“Do you have any business with our staff?”
“Anyway, you read your name as Yorg, right?”
I looked at the name tag the doorkeeper was wearing on his chest and said. Even though Yorg took a very polite attitude, he quickly changed his attitude and asked if he didn’t like the way he was talking about what I had to say.
“…… What if?”
“If it fits, it just fits.”
“You must be a vagabond who doesn’t know the atmosphere here, but just go when you speak nicely.”
“I’m here to find someone? So just confirm it and I’ll turn it off without a rumor.”
Yorg sneered at him and knuckled his knuckles. It seemed that he wanted to scare him with a crunchy sound, but it was a trick that would not work. Actions speak louder than words, and people who growl like that usually don’t care.
“Have you ever been a pure-blooded elf with black hair and white eyes?”
“Mister, why do you come to the gambling den and look for a prostitute? If you’re looking for a girl to play with next to you, go to the store in front of you. Don’t get screwed by coming here and messing around.”
“Answer me.”
“I don’t know, fuck you. Where is one or two such years? Bite your mouth tight.”
“Don’t you know Adele Schneider?”
Yorg’s fist, which had been swinging vigorously, fell into a side road. Looking at the hardened expression, it seems that he is the correct answer. Perhaps it was to prepare for an unsuspecting inspection by the SS, Adele seems to have accurately written the place I was going to.
“…….”
“Have you been here?”
With such a large building and a large floating population, it wouldn’t be strange to come into contact with anyone. In addition, the purpose of use is also a gambling hall, so it would be easy to act as a dissolute woman who wastes her salary.
“Are you still inside?”
“…….”
“There is. Then guide me.”
“Who are you?”
“Come forward. You don’t speak twice.”
Yorg summoned the human gatekeeper who was in charge of the area a short distance from me. Judging from the more flashy outfit and the thrift-inspired behavior, he seemed to be in a higher rank.
“Welcome to Casino Babel, gentleman.”
A guy with a name tag named Yanik approached cautiously. He was shorter than me, but the mask on his face was solid, like a guy who had been rolling around on the dirty floor.
“My name is Yanik, the entry and exit manager. You are looking for Miss Schneider.”
“Okay.”
“How is your relationship going?”
“I’m sorry, but we have a complicated relationship.”
“I still need to hear it, so please tell me.”
“Then what…….”
I shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.
“You guys don’t need to know.”
Hehe.”
Unlike the impatient elf Yorg, Yannick, who wore a fluttering mask here, was a fairly advanced player. He didn’t frown at all despite my intentionally scratchy tone of voice, and he pointed to his entrance, sticking to his gentlemanly demeanor until the end.
“Please go inside.”
Pointing to the courtesy staff entrance, Yannick made Yorg sit and lead the way. Unlike the dazzling entrance to the casino, he walked through a consistently dark hallway, and when he reached the stairs at the end, he went down underground and deep underground.
“Does the teacher know what we are?”
“I don’t know. Do you know what I am?”
Did you come down five of the stairs? After that, the narrow, rusty passage continued endlessly. If it was on the ground, it was enough to jump in a few areas. We soon arrived at another set of stairs, probably because it was actually a passage opened for that purpose.
“He’s from Saxony.”
“It kills him.”
“Yes, it really kills me.”
“So what about Adele?”
“Come this way.”
I climbed the stairs five times again. I came up to the ground like that, but unlike Beckenbauer, the lights were not well lit and the streets were tangled like a maze. Guessing roughly where this place was, I put my hand on my shoulder and loosened my neck.
“How much longer do I have to walk?”
“We are almost there. This is the front.”
I repeated going between alleys and alleys from the main street several times. The place we finally arrived was the front door of a mansion. Taking an old key from his pocket, Yannick opened the gate and pointed inside.
“Come on, Miss Schneider is waiting for you.”
I gave a fuck and sat down.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Didn’t you mean to let me meet you from the beginning?”
“Huh, I know it looks a bit suspicious because it’s an abandoned prison…….”
I’m talking about the second one, but it’s a pitch-dark night. It’s as easy as breathing to hide in a place like this where there’s not even a single light.
“May I ask why you think so?”
“I didn’t think you guys would guide me either.”
Three guys in the bush on the left. Two guys behind the trees on the right.
“…… Hey, this is a really fun chick.”
“I completely agree, you motherfucker.”
“What the hell do you believe in and be so squeamish about?”
“I didn’t hide my subordinates in a naive way like you.”
I took out the shotgun I had been keeping in my arms.
“But you fool, would I have come with my bare hands?”
“…… !”
Without even looking at the one closest to me, bang!
“Where is Adel Schneider, this baby!”
The hunt begins
