The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1023
"As you can see, in the winter of 1991, I came to a dead end." The low voice sounded again, and there was still deep regret that could not be erased in the tone.

He sighed softly, as if he wanted to end this heavy topic on purpose, and said: "But what shocked me is that for me, death is not the end. Then I woke up again and I was in an orphanage in East Berlin."

"I was at a loss and didn't know what was going on, but then I quickly came to terms with it and was ecstatic that I had a second chance and the even better news was that the company I was in The orphanage is located in East Berlin, and at the same time, the director of the orphanage is a KGB agent."

"This is the base where the Soviet Union secretly cultivated agents. These orphans are children who lost their families due to the war. They are taken back to the orphanage to take care of them and will eventually become staunch fighters."

"I carry the memory of the previous life, and I am the oldest among the children, so I have the best grades. Logically speaking, I could have stayed there and walked on the same path, using the advantages of foresight to save my motherland. "

"However, in the decades near the end of my life, I have seen the truth of our demise, and it is not something that a good agent, a determined soldier or a smart scholar can solve."

"There's something wrong with all of us. This country is very sick, and even if I go back to my childhood and want to solve this stubborn disease, it's not enough to be a secret agent."

"And during this period of time, I found that compared to my previous life, I have some differences."

Accompanied by the voice narration, the picture unfolded before Schiller's eyes again.

The sound of "da da da" came from the end of the alley, and a child dressed in a typical German worker's family ran out from the alley, and behind him, several older children were chasing.

"Wild child! Wild child! Wild child in the orphanage! Stealing parts of our bicycle and trying to run away?! Give it back to me!" shouted the oldest of the children behind.

The kid who ran in front turned around and saw the face of a young Schiller. He showed a sneer that didn't match his age, and then said, "You stole the dean's bicycle parts. If your parents don't want to Educate you, I will teach you a lesson!"

The faces of the children running behind turned red, and the tallest among them rushed up in three steps and two steps, grabbed the shoulder of the young Schiller, and the young Schiller turned around and hit him on the chest with his elbow, It made him withdraw his arm in pain.

Unexpectedly, on the wall in front of the young Schiller, two older children suddenly turned over. They knocked the young Schiller on the back with a stick, and knocked him down to the ground. The leader walked over, Said: "Damn little thief, do you think we have nothing prepared? You are dead this time!"

The young Schiller tried his best to turn over, so that his body was facing the child. He felt a sharp pain in his back, which should have broken his ribs just now.

But he refused to show weakness at all, he gritted his teeth and stared at the child who was walking over, and the moment the stick fell, he instinctively blocked it with his hands.

There was a "bang", there was no pain in the arm, but there was a scream from the opposite side.

While the sparks were flying, the wooden stick broke in the middle, and the flying sawdust scratched the eyelids of the child opposite, causing him to let out a scream, step back, and cover his eyes.

The young Schiller looked at his arm, and he found that there was a strange light shining on it. The moment he was concentrating, a flame ignited on his hand, and the other children were stunned. Run to the exit of the alley.

Enduring the pain, the young Schiller got up from the ground and looked at his white fingers, but there was nothing on them, as if the flame just now was an illusion.

The scene around him began to change gradually, from an alley to a room. His fingers were also white and immature, but this time, he was holding a thick book in his hand. , with a seriousness and heaviness unique to adults.

At this time, a fat old man came over and said to him with a smile: "Why are you reading here again? Or are you reading those biographies of ghosts and ghosts? You should read more classics when you have this time. Do you like reading Gorky?"

"Yes, Mr. Dean, I like to read his "Childhood" the most. His childhood experience reminds me of us. Although the orphanage is still a bit difficult now, it will always get better, isn't it?" Le looked up from the thick book and looked at what the dean said.

The dean smiled, and then said: "You are the one who can make me happy. You can watch it if you want. The bicycle parts you brought back just come in handy. Later, I have to deliver goods to the factory... ..."

After finishing speaking, the dean left. Schiller turned his attention to the book in his hand again. After a while, he felt a little sleepy. He closed the book and put it close to his hand, curled up on the spot, wanting to take a nap.

And on the book under his head, it was written - "Mysterious Legend of World Magic".

Soon, the sky turned dark, and the children who went out to work in the orphanage came back one after another. They were playing games in the front living room, while the young Schiller was still hiding in the room alone to study the book.

After a while, he ran to the shelf, took a piece of chalk from above, and began to write and draw on the ground.

After drawing a mysterious pattern on the ground, he closed the door of the room while the nurses in the orphanage were not paying attention, and then put his ear to the wall, listening to the movement next door.

Finding that the dean hadn't come back, he cast his attention on the pattern on the ground with confidence. Suddenly, a cluster of flames rose from the center of the magic circle pattern on the ground, and a phantom dangled in the center of the flame, with a low voice. The voice echoed in the room: "Why wake me, child? What do you want?"

However, the young Schiller quickly wiped away the magic circle, and stood still gasping for breath, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him, but soon, he widened his eyes, looked at his hands, and his eyes flickered. another light.

"The year I was about to graduate from the orphanage and enter a more professional training institution, I discovered that I could use magic."

"In my previous life, decades before my end, I was a staunch materialist, and I am still a staunch materialist, so I regard magic as a tool, a tool that can be analyzed and utilized. "

"I did not give up my career as an agent. I successfully graduated from the orphanage with the best grades and entered one of the most professional and secret agent training institutions in East Berlin."

"It's not the same as the butler school in the UK. It is specially trained for young staff officers and leaders of the National Security Council."

"In the training school, I focused on learning about espionage work, but I didn't intend to just be an agent.

"During these years, I have been tirelessly studying magic, and then, I found the truth of this mysterious power."

"Magic is not a kind of energy, but a kind of talent. Magic talent is like a ticket, giving you the opportunity to borrow energy from various powerful creatures. Magic is essentially a transaction."

"After learning this, a plan gradually took shape in my mind, but before that, I successfully entered the Soviet Union's National Security Council with excellent results that the school had never had in ten years."

"In the first round of the KGB, I have repeatedly made military exploits and performed well. Whether it is local counterintelligence work or overseas spy work, I have done very well, so I am highly valued."

"Afterwards, I was sent to work in the fourth inning and became part of the decision makers, but I knew that wasn't enough, so I worked more aggressively, showed greater ability, and used my prescient strengths , It has provided a lot of help for our intelligence work."

"Thus, I made a career in the sky, until I was transferred back to the first bureau and became the deputy director, and on that day, after the happy celebration banquet, I found the director of the first bureau."

With a burst of noise coming from the house, the smell of vodka wafted out. A young agent supported an older agent and walked out of the room. The two came to the next lounge, where the older agent sat He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Director, thank you for hosting such a warm welcome ceremony for me. I didn't expect that I would be able to return to the first game so soon."

"I didn't expect that, Comrade Schiller, but just being a deputy director is indeed a bit inferior to you, and you can't give full play to your revolutionary enthusiasm and ability, but I believe that sooner or later you will have a broader stage ..."

The young agent Schiller shook his head with a smile, then he looked at the chief and said, "Indeed, chief, not only me, we will all have a wider stage."

The director of the first bureau looked at Agent Schiller curiously. He heard that there was something in Agent Schiller's words, but the next second, he froze there because a cluster of flames appeared in Schiller's hand.

The flames reflected on his gray eyes, like a tidal flat reflecting the light of the setting sun. Agent Schiller looked at the director of the first bureau and said, "Perhaps, you have long known the existence of magic, but I am a magician."

Schiller's voice came again: "Perhaps, you will feel a little confused. In such a large country, there will be no shortage of people with magical talents, and the high-level executives should not only realize the existence of magic now."

"However, according to my previous research, thoughts have a great influence on a person's magical talent. To put it simply, as long as you don't believe in it, it won't work. And my motherland doesn't believe in any monsters."

"Thus, I became the first person who can use magic proficiently and has the ability to participate in research work."

"Perhaps, comrades of Bureau No. 11 have already found you, and this Bureau No. 11, which you have never heard of, and which has never appeared in the public eye, is also known as 'KGB Magic Energy Investigation and Research Bureau'."

"In other words, Bureau No.11 is the department responsible for investigating magic and mysterious events in the Soviet Union, and I am the director of Bureau No.11."

(End of this chapter)