The train Lynn was riding on looked very short. It was not the front of the motorcycle. There seemed to be only seven or eight carriages from the front to the end. The passenger and freight carriages were almost half to half. The passenger carriages were still full, and Linn didn't know what cargo was loaded in the freight carriage, but today it is hard to see the prosperity of Germany selling a large number of industrial products to foreign countries before the outbreak of World War II. As for the future development trajectory, who can explain it clearly in this confusing environment?

In the carriage that distinguishes first-class soft seats and second-class ordinary seats, Lynn sat calmly in an inconspicuous corner and looked at the newspaper. In order to distinguish himself from his previous image of public activities in Switzerland, France, the Netherlands and Nordic countries, he shaved off his beautiful upper lip beard that he liked very much, and his hair became almost flat-sized short hair. He chose young, lively and relatively cheap clothing. His shoes were only spent more than a dozen marks on his feet to buy low-end goods in Berlin. His head topped his head

The luggage rack was filled with a yellow-brown suitcase similar to a large picnic basket, containing changing clothes, sanitary supplies and several German translations of law and diplomacy. The pockets of the clothes contained identification certificates and a formal appointment document issued by the Personnel Committee of the Cabinet of the German Provisional Government, proving that he left Germany for the Netherlands as a diplomat. Although at a low level, he had the most basic right of way and diplomatic immunity as a representative of the diplomatic department.

The content of the Berlin Daily published under the supervision of the Allied forces was really unremarkable. Without chewable news content, Lynn put down the newspaper every once in a while, looked at the scenery outside the window in a casual manner, and observed the situation in the carriage quietly. The seats in the carriage without partitions were very full, and adult men with formal clothes accounted for the majority, with only three or four small groups of families with women and children. Two Dutch soldiers sat on the second-class seat near the door - their uniforms were quite similar to those of the British Army, with the collars and the patterns on their chests showing that they were royal officers loyal to the Queen of the Netherlands.

After repeated observations along the way, Lynn could basically confirm that such a handsome young man was not so eye-catching on this train. Although his image had been featured in the Berlin Daily as a night war hero, Berlin was almost in siege at that time. The circulation of newspapers had dropped to a very weak point, and the hand-painted side photos of Eva Futerridge were not enough to accurately identify a person's appearance.

When the train passed by northwestern Germany, the dilapidated villages and abandoned factories in sight made Lynn feel inexplicably sad. As the commander of Operation Nuremberg, he waved his hand and caused an earthquake of great magnitude to the Western allies. Even a storm of resistance was set off in Germany with an extraordinary influence. However, there were too many tragic heroes in history. The failed escort of Gorene, Ketter and others became a dark cloud covering the glory of this operation. At this moment, he was far away from his close comrades, and even a personal adjutant like Tanze could not continue to follow him. It felt like he was heading towards a new position, but was tragically exiled. Even if this was not his motherland, when the exiled watched the German border gradually fade away, his heart was filled with confusion...

It was dusk when the train arrived in Amsterdam. He walked out of the platform with a distressed expression. Lynn saw at a glance the person sent by the German Foreign Ministry’s agency in the Netherlands to pick him up. The bloated and tired middle-aged man held a sign with Lynn’s name in German.

"Mr. Horst from Berlin?" He spoke German with a southern accent in a slightly lazy manner.

"Yes, Hugo Horst, was ordered to go to the agency in the Netherlands to serve as the second-class political secretary." Lynn confirmed seriously.

"Good luck!"

After shook hands with Lynn, the middle-aged man had no intention of helping him carry his luggage, but turned around and walked towards a half-new and old Mercedes-Benz sedan parked on the side of the road. Only then did Lynn notice that he was very limp when walking and almost didn't seem to have the ability to run. Was he injured in the war?

He stuffed himself into the cab with some difficulty. The middle-aged man waited until Lynn sat in and closed the door before starting the car, and then said in a self-deprecating tone: "I was injured in Belgium in 1914. I retired before I entered France and did not play any role in that war. I did nothing bad. After the war ended, I moved to the Netherlands and stayed there until now. You can call me Seidler, or call me Uncle Seidler or uncle, most of them like to call me this."

In just a few words, the sense of distance when shaking hands had disappeared. The uncle's easy-goingness made Lynn have new expectations for this trip to the Netherlands, and the green tree-shaded roads and clean and bright sky outside the car windows also eased his heavy mood a lot.

The car drove onto the road steadily, and the uncle said in the nagging voice of Lynn's impression of "Brother of the Capital": "Although the war more than 30 years ago ended in failure, in addition to invading Belgium, Germany's military and diplomatic performance was actually wise. At least in the Netherlands, the friendly atmosphere for the Germans continued until the Germans armed forces entered the country. Even so, those old neighbors still gave us great tolerance and understanding. They like to call people like me friendly old antiques, while those Germans who entered the Netherlands with guns were called new lawn mowers that they could call - they were very powerful when mowing the grass, but when they hit the stone gear, they were all bent."

Lynn smiled. It was rare to be relaxed since the Nuremberg operation, as if he had left the hustle and bustle of the big city to fully enjoy the freshness and tranquility of the countryside. After laughing, he thought curiously: Is it true that Germans who live abroad like Uncle Seidler, who have a foreign country, have a view of a seemingly violent and stubborn party member like him. If he knows his true identity, would he be sympathetic, hug or knock out of the car directly?

"The Dutch are actually quite gentle and friendly!" The uncle continued, "But you just came to the Netherlands. It is best not to go to a strange and remote place alone, let alone speak German. I heard that you don't know Dutch? That's okay. English is one of the official languages ​​of the Netherlands and everyone can understand it. Amsterdam is the largest and most modern city in the Netherlands. Although he suffered a lot of trauma during the war, he has gradually returned to his former beauty after two years of repair and reconstruction. To be honest, I would rather live a peaceful and peaceful life here. Are you... so young and knowledgeable, and have a hard experience for a few years, and you have a great hope to become an excellent diplomat in the future, but don't engage in dangerous war diplomacy like Ribintrov."

Although Amsterdam is a big city in the Netherlands. It is less than ten minutes' drive from the railway station to the agency in the city center. The German Provisional Government has just been established. Diplomatic relations with various countries have not been fully restored. Germany and the Netherlands are currently only dispatched by diplomatic departments to be responsible for diplomatic liaison. On the street with the Dutch flag on the roof, Lynn saw an inconspicuous steeplechase house with the German flag in the distance, and had not turned into the yard. The uncle pointed to a magnificent building next to him and said, "Here, this is the former German Occupy Army Command. The Dutch deliberately chose the house next to it as the new location of the agency. They are warning us not to make the previous mistakes again!"

Lynn looked at it curiously and it gave people the impression of a solemn High Court. There were a row of high stone steps in front of the door, and four thick pillars on the front supported the palace-style eaves. You can imagine the scene atmosphere where large red-bottomed 10,000-word banners hung here, and the tightly guarded by German soldiers wearing large-eared steel helmets.

There will be a gap only when there is comparison. The agency on the side is a hound at the foot of the Royal Guard. Not to mention the shortness, the style and color of the building are quite simple and old. If it weren't for the clean management, I might have regarded this place as a refugee shelter at a glance.

There were no German soldiers on duty at the door of this "refugee shelter". A middle-aged man who looked like a policeman was sitting in the simple wooden booth. Before entering the door, the uncle waved his hand to him through the car window, saying Dutch language that Linen didn't understand. The guy grinned and made a strange expression, and manually raised the crossbar blocking the door.

"Apart from office rooms, equipment, and personnel, we have not arrived yet. The Dutch police will help us keep a look. In the future, it will be replaced by German soldiers. I hope they will not be attacked by rotten eggs when they stand here." The uncle still spoke in a relaxed tone when explaining to Lynn.

For such an inconspicuous second-level political secretary, Lynn thought no one would come out to greet him, but he didn't expect that the uncle pointed to the old man with gray hair and beard on the porch and wearing a black tuxedo and said, "Here. That's our agent Baron Von Mayn, hurry up and say hello to him."

At first glance, Lin Neng seemed to see the butler characters who often appear in the movie, respectful and gentle, and could not see the steady and agile temperament of a diplomat. At the beginning, Lin Neng completely regarded waving hello as a joke, but when he saw his new boss waving at him, he had to wave his hand in a clumsy and clumsy manner. When the car stopped, he quickly opened the door and walked to the old man on the soft mud ground.

"Hello, sir, I am Hugo Horst, the second-class political secretary sent from Berlin!"

"Ah, it's really a handsome guy! I hope you can like us here." The old man smiled and stretched out his hand. Then Lin Neng realized why he regarded him as a housekeeper rather than a noble gentleman. It was because he didn't have a cane with more practical decorations and no close follower. Except for that exquisite dress, he looked very simple in other aspects.

"Are you engaged or married?" The other party's first question caught Lynn off guard. At this time, what appeared in his mind was the beautiful and charming wife Dinah and the cute child in his cradle, but all of that belonged to Lynn Galgo. "Hugo Horst" was a 25-year-old bachelor. Although he had just obtained a public office with a good future, he was still a man with no house, no car, no savings when judging from the perspective of later generations.

"Not yet!" Lin En replied embarrassedly. In the eyes of the agency, this expression similar to shyness may be the main reason why this young man is still "no master of the famous grass" today.

"Ha, I have a niece about the same age as you, so you should be more talkative!" When the Baron said this, Lynn was even more amused and crying.

Although it was the first time we met, the other party was his subordinate again. The baron took his arm without hesitation and led him inside: "Fortunately the train was not late, come on! We can go have a glass of whiskey first, and the guests will arrive in half an hour. Tonight we have prepared a small welcome dinner for you. Family-style banquet..."

After half a cup of whiskey was eaten, the Baron began to talk endlessly about his life since the end of World War I, his knowledge of the Dutch, how the Dutch royal family and the people respected William II, the old German emperor who had been exiled, and talked about the bridge he liked, and the horses he raised, and the words he prepared when he came were useless. The Baron also talked about the diplomatic work he worked in during the Second Empire. The international atmosphere at that time was completely different from now. Moreover, he felt that diplomatic work was not always so serious, as long as he learned to keep secrets appropriately, life could be very relaxed and comfortable.

About half an hour later, the guests of the Baron's banquet arrived one after another. In Lynn's view, the so-called family banquet was effective and complicated. In addition to Uncle Seidler and the current staff of the other three agencies, Baron Von Martus Zachar and the Baroness, another old German nobleman who lived in Amsterdam for many years, Dutch diplomat Groot and his wife, Dutch Royal Navy officer Van Holk and the niece Sara mentioned by Baron Von Mayn.

During World War II, the Netherlands was also heavily damaged by war, but their advantage was that most of the maritime merchant fleets were retained in Allied ports, or were requisitioned by Allied forces until they were returned after the war. Therefore, the situation after the war was much better than that of Germany. The rich food and a wide range of wine on the dining table were excellent proof. Although outsiders were present here, the relaxed atmosphere of the family banquet still made people feel relaxed. The decoration of the baron's residence was not luxurious, and the servants could be seen were only a middle-aged manager and two maids. The number of guests was not too large, and they could handle it with ease. At the beginning, Lynn's attention was entirely on the guests. He was a maid to him.

When he was replenishing food in the plate in front of him, he almost stood there inadvertently. The thin-faced young woman looked like a copy of Alice from the side. The color and length of her hair were very close to Alice in her impression. However, she was shorter than Alice, and her skin was not healthy and smooth enough. Although it was just a false alarm in the end, Lynn couldn't help but recall Alice's charming eyes full of sadness, her long and straight sexy legs in suspenders, and her cute and pitiful little Kassili. She should be idle for a while. Should she find an opportunity to inquire about the news about their family?

On the left side of Lynn was Mrs. Groot. She was a blond woman wearing a purple gauze dress with a low neckline. She showed a considerable part of her big white breasts, but with too much makeup, the perfume on her body also gave Lynn a very tacky feeling. As for her husband, Mr. Groot, he was a big man of seven and a half feet, with thick eyebrows, a big nose, and a thick lips, as if everything was enlarged. He spoke very loudly and had a great appetite for eating. He laughed at the dining table, and he laughed at what anyone said to him, and he laughed no matter what he said. His dark blue coat matched his wife, wearing a fancy plaid shirt and a large beige bow tie. He smoked only cigars, which was very funny between his sausage-like fat fingers.

Lynn did not have any detailed discussions about the cheesy Groot couple, and on his right was the baron's niece Sara, which seemed to be "ulterior motive". In general, the petite young girl looked quite pleasing to the eye. She did not dress up deliberately, but just wore a beige knitted dress commonly seen by professional women in this era. Her hair as brown as autumn leaves was tied up with a plaid handkerchief, and her small and fair nose was wearing a pair of women's frameless glasses. She ate the food on the plate gently, and occasionally smiled in English to talk to Van Holk, the Dutch officer on the other side of her about how they knew someone they knew.

Among the people around the table, the inertial thinking of the soldiers made Lynn naturally interested in this major officer of the Royal Dutch Navy. The pattern of a submarine on his armband means that his position has a great relationship with the submarine. Although the scale of the Royal Dutch Navy is not large, it relies on a good industrial foundation and the secret submarine cooperation with Germany during the two world wars. The Dutch submarine technology is in the leading position. The snorkel device of the German U-boat is the "unexpected fortune" obtained by invading this country. More than a dozen months ago, Lynn and Andri came to the Netherlands with checks, but although they did not have the opportunity to buy a shipyard for building military ships such as submarines. The advanced diesel engine production line has great significance for the maintenance and modification of the existing submarines of the Empire.

"Mr. Van Holk is a submarine officer?" After thinking about it, Lynn chose such a slightly amateur way of talking.
Chapter completed!