Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Hans von Plessen secretly said he was unlucky.

The emperor, prime minister and field marshal set a trap for Zhao Chuanxin.

In order to allow Zhao Chuanxin to step into the trap and be killed with peace of mind, trainee Heinz Wilhelm Guderian cannot be sent to find Zhao Chuanxin today.

Those who come must have some weight.

Naturally, the Prime Minister would not come, and it would not be appropriate for Field Marshal Leopold Maximian to come. After much deliberation, it was just right for Hans von Plessen, the Emperor's aide-de-camp and teacher.

So he was pushed to the forefront.

Before coming, Kaiser Wilhelm II said to him with sincerity: "Teacher, this task is important, and you can only succeed and not fail."

Field Marshal Leopold Maximian said: "There is no doubt that those railways must have been destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin. We must solve the disaster as soon as possible, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses like Tsarist Russia."

Prime Minister Bethmann Hollweg said: "Don't make Zhao Chuanxin suspicious."

Hans von Plessen, who had all his hopes in one body, knew that if anything went wrong, he would die without a burial place.

How could he not know who Zhao Chuanxin was?

Isn’t it possible that the total number of people who died at Zhao Chuanxin’s hands numbered thousands?

An executioner with blood on his hands.

Hans von Plessen bravely came to the ruins of the Berlin City Palace, raised his hands and shouted: "I am Hans von Plessen, Emperor of Germany and King of Prussia Friedrich Wilhelm Victor." Albert Hohenzollern's adjutant and his teacher, on behalf of the German Emperor, I would like to welcome Mr. Zhao as he moves outside the city..."

Among the ruins, Zhao Chuanxin's figure emerged among the broken walls.

He was wearing a wool coat, a Humboldt hat, and strolled in with a cigar under his leather gloves.

Hans von Plessen tensed.

After getting closer, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where are we going?"

Hans von Plessen took a serious look at the man known as the "Butcher of the Far East."

He has thin cheeks, a thick beard, and an electric gaze.

His figure is not as big and round as the rumors say, but he is very tall.

The fierceness that was used to fighting on the battlefield was not seen on his face, but instead he had a playful smile and a cynical look.

Hans von Plessen did not dare to underestimate this man.

The horrific corpses of the German soldiers that were transported away already demonstrated his danger.

Hans von Pleasant lowered his head slightly and said, "Please move to the south of the city, where His Majesty is waiting for you."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Excuse me, is this a trap?"

"..." Hans von Pleasant's head was buzzing.

He tried his best to cover up his panic, keep his eyes from evading, and his face from turning pale. He coughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. This is not a trap."

"It's not a trap?" Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "If it's not a trap, what should I do?"

"Ah?" Hans von Plessen, who had white hair and beard, was confused: "Then, what if it's a trap?"

"If it's a trap, I'll admit it and go." Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile.

"Although there is no trap as you mentioned, in order to resolve this matter peacefully, you should just pretend that there is." Hans von Plessen said dryly.

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not budge.

Hans von Plessen cast a confused and nervous look.

Aren’t you partial to the trip to Hushan?

Are they all bragging?

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin said: "Since it is a trap, shouldn't there be a decapitation meal or something?"

"Ah?" Hans von Plessen was really shocked by Zhao Chuanxin's imagination. He sneered and said: "Don't be ridiculous, how can there be no such thing as a meal? However, if you ask to eat first before going That’s okay too.”

After saying that, he felt something in his heart.

Haha, since you are looking for death, you can't blame others.

Why not add another layer of insurance to the Kaiser?

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and sat down on the broken wall. He didn't mind being dirty: "Well, let the cook prepare the food and bring it here. We'll serve you with good wine and good food."

"..."

Hans von Plessen really went to prepare.

The Prime Minister first told him to try his best to meet Zhao's salary conditions and not to reveal his secrets.

Secondly, Hans von Pleasant had some other thoughts.

Berlin residents saw horse-drawn carriages pulling stoves and cooking utensils starting from Orange Street and heading towards the Berlin City Palace.

They pointed curiously.

"What are you going for?"

"It seems to be going to the palace."

"Didn't you say that the palace is in ruins?"

There is always someone who can find out something.

"This is to deliver food to Zhao Chuanxin."

"Oh my God, is that a boar's head?"

"There are actually five carriages. It's really luxurious."

When the carriage arrived at the ruins, the chef, who was wearing a thin white robe on a cold day, with two kitchen knives on his waist, handed the menu to Zhao Chuanxin with a solemn expression, as if he was completing a sacred mission.

These days, the most powerful chefs are all good graphic designers.

Zhao Chuanxin took the menu and raised his eyebrows.

The menu features crowns, vines and flowers and the Brandenburg Gate.

Below is a row of German words.

The chef said in a calm and condescending manner: "Sir, they say that a chef who cannot write French haiku is not a good chef. But His Majesty the Emperor scorns such petty bourgeois sentiments, so the menu is all printed in German. I hope you can understand it."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Hans von Plessen next to him, and said cheerfully to the chef: "Although you are a chef, you are better than any German I have seen."

After he killed so many people, no one else would have dared to talk to Zhao Chuanxin so arrogantly.

Anyone who dares to do this must be a brave person with a high level of skill.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen people with their nostrils turned up in the sky because of their superb skills, but he just fell in love with this.

The chef smiled reservedly.

And Hans von Plessen's face didn't look good.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the menu and said: "Wild pheasant chicken with black truffle, salmon steak with hollandaise sauce, beef tenderloin, boar's head, woodcock pie, asparagus in white sauce, orange jelly custard..."

Hans von Plessen left with the chef, and the others began to set up tables and chairs outdoors in the cold weather.

The chef glanced at Hans von Plessen and said: "Sir, I must tell you, whatever you want to do, don't do it while I'm cooking."

Hans von Plessen was stunned.

If I blanch it, can even the cook see that he is up to no good?

Then Zhao Chuanxin...

He forced himself to calm down, quietly walked to the wine, pulled out the cork, took out a packet of powder, poured it in and shook it vigorously.

All of this was done behind the chef's back, and he was worried that the chef would be nervous and exposed if he saw it.

Everyone was as cold as a grandson, except Zhao Chuanxin and the chef who were content.

The chef is because he is by the stove, and Zhao Chuanxin is because he has the old sacred fire and the old god's crucible brand to keep him warm at any time.

"Sir, this is foie gras from the Duchy of Mecklenburg."