"Please go here, Earl Ziano.△↗," Diesenhofen guided the Italian guests.

Walking in the empty corridor, Ziano couldn't help but feel uneasy. Italian leather shoes made a crisp sound on the solid hardwood floor, breaking the tranquility in the corridor. Ziano's mind was chaotic, and only neat footsteps were echoing in his ears.

This diplomatic envoy of the Kingdom of Italy worked hard to maintain his elegant demeanor. After all, he was also a noble with a profound background. He received rigorous aristocratic education since childhood. What the Italian aristocrats are best at is to show the best demeanor and demeanor at any time.

The Italian secretly cheered himself up. He was Galeço Ziano, Earl of Cabri, not a local rich man in the countryside of Milan. He had participated in countless high-level foreign affairs activities. He could be regarded as having a wide range of knowledge and broader horizons. Even if Hitler was in front of him, he could chat and laugh. How could he feel nervous and uneasy because of an ordinary diplomatic messenger activity? But then he discovered that this self-deception that had been effective in the past had lost its effect at this time. Now he was increasingly afraid of the upcoming meeting.

Earl Ziano is still very handsome today, wearing a new custom-made suit from Naples. The gray fabric is shining with a pearly luster. The straight hard-collared shirt is tightly buttoned. A black tie is tied between the collar, and a fascist-style sterling silver band. The black trousers are straight and the exquisite fabric makes it still crisp after a long journey without any wrinkles.

The envoy was carrying a black cowhide briefcase with a patterned mark on it's Italian national emblem. It contained the purpose of his mission, a letter written by Mussolini to the current German dictator.

This is what scared Ziano. He had no idea what was written in the letter, but he could guess that it was definitely not something that would make the Germans happy. This was not a joke. Ziano knew the consequences of angering the Germans more than anyone else. Italy could not afford any form of revenge by German barbarians.

Besides, the Germans are currently at the peak of their careers, and they are arrogant and look down on the world as if nothing. After thinking for a long time, they seem to only know how to use one method, which is to roll up their sleeves and come forward to defeat you alive.

The only thing Ziano could count on for now is the new German head of state, with a very long reaction arc and an extraordinary patience, and could ignore the sarcasm that his father-in-law was most used to. However, judging from the previous style of the apostle of God in the German people, what that person seemed to lack the most was to show the most basic demeanor to those who angered him.

Ziano had many close friends in the German Nazi Party, many of whom suddenly lost their traces. There was no sign of the incident and no clue afterwards. It seemed that this person had never existed in the world. Obviously, some forces quickly dealt with the marks of most of the victims' existence.

Every time I think of this, Ziano feels chill. The new head of state seems to be completely different from Hitler's style, but his methods are the same sinister and meticulous. He always maintains the apostolic holiness and glory in the eyes of the German people, and successfully covers the bottom of the blood-stained boots.

Ziano was very worried about Italy's current situation. He had advised Mussolini countless times, hoping that he could maintain the rationality and soberness that a leader of a country should have, but reality disappointed him again and again. Caesar of the new era would only indulge in the once glorious fantasy of the Roman Empire.

Diesenhofen took Ziano to the end of the corridor. There was an oak door decorated with cornflower pattern. There was a soldier of the guard flag erected on both sides of the door. He was wearing a straight black uniform of a guard uniform, with a silver wired decoration on his right chest, a black m35 helmet on his head, and a 98k rifle standing across his legs.

Weirle was standing at the door waiting, and when he saw Diesenhofen arrive, he hurriedly came up.

"The Head of State is waiting for you inside, Mr. Ziano." Weirle nodded seriously to Ziano, and a soldier in the guard flag turned around and opened the door.

Xu Jun did not choose to meet the envoy in his living room, but chose the conference room of the hotel. He decided to make the meeting more formal as much as possible and prevent the Italians from finding a slight gap afterwards.

The organizational capabilities of the Nazi labor institutions nationwide are undisputed, and they are at the forefront of the times in terms of decoration taste. This conference room was originally facing the Nazi high-level services and pursued high-end and elegant in overall design. It also reflected the luxury and elegance of Bavarian style everywhere.

This room is set at one end of the building, with tall glass windows installed on three sides. Although it is approaching evening, the orange and yellow summer day still reflects the snow-white windowsill. The four walls of the room are covered with granite veneers, making it feel like entering a European castle.

The natural marble that has only been treated simply maintains the shape of the quarry when it was just mined, and is carefully stacked into a fireplace according to its appearance and size. It adds a rough and ancient atmosphere to the room, just like the Germanic people in people's minds.

The ground is covered with thick wool carpets. Judging from the pattern, it should be from the Ottomans or the farther Tehran. The cumbersome textures on it remind people of the mystery of the Eastern alien race.

There is a thick long table in the middle of the conference room, without any carvings, and only a layer of tree paint is applied on the surface. The texture of the wood below can be clearly seen through the amber paint surface. The materials on the tabletop are seamlessly spliced, and the grinded light can be seen.

Xu Jun stood next to this huge wooden table, wearing his gorgeous marshal's dress, holding the table slightly with one hand and carrying the other behind him, looking at the Italian envoy entering the door with a serious expression.

"Hi! Reinhart!" Weirler and Dieshenhoven raised their arms and greeted loudly. Himmler, who was standing by the window, quickly echoed with his adjutant.

Ziano had been considering what kind of etiquette to greet after meeting the German dictator, and he had not made a choice until he entered the door.

This was the first time he had seen this apostle of God. Although he had seen some photos and video materials and thought he was mentally prepared, he actually saw himself and felt the indescribable aura, handsome and handsome appearance, and noble and majestic demeanor on his body. Ziano found that his previous preparation was far from enough. This apostle was more perfect than he thought, especially his clear eyes, which seemed to penetrate his soul.

"Dear Head, I'm glad to see you." Ziano reminded himself that he still had a mission, and he bowed slightly to salute Xu Jun.

"I'm very happy to see you, Earl Ziano." Xu Jun stood there without moving, just nodding slightly to express his respect.

"I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye to you last time, because there was indeed an unexpected incident in China. I feel extremely honored to finally meet the great new German leader." Seeing Xu Jun's posture, Ziano felt a little cold. The Germans must have noticed something, and his father-in-law might be embarrassed this time.

After all, he is a rookie in diplomatic circles who has experienced many battles. Ziano took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his hand to Xu Jun. At this time, he could only try his best to show goodwill, at least before he took out the damn letter, he could maintain superficial harmony.

"At that time, I was also personally directing the battle on the front line. I felt very regretful after not meeting the Prime Minister. Please sit down, Earl Ziano." Xu Jun's lips raised slightly, giving the other party a slightly stiff smile. A stone in Ziano's heart fell to the ground. At present, it seems that this person should be a soft-hearted person just like Hitler.

"Thank you very much, respected Master." Ziano was determined to carry out the toast to the end. He bowed respectfully to Xu Jun, and then sat at the conference table under Xu Jun's gesture.

"I don't know what kind of problems there are between our two countries. We need to go over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to contact me directly. You should know, Mr. Earl, this is not in line with diplomatic etiquette." Xu Jun slowly walked to the other side of the conference table and sat down facing Ziano.

Himmler and Weirler sat at Xu Jun's hands, and Diesenhower and Himmler's adjutant stood behind Xu Jun with their chests straight. Looking at Ziano again, there was only one poor Foreign Minister alone. This made the scene at that time look less like a diplomatic conference, more like a military court conducting an investigation and trial.

"I thought we could meet in a more private environment, dear Master. I brought you a private letter from the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Italy." Ziano shrugged awkwardly, then picked up the paper bag and placed it on the table. He took out a fine silver chain from his pocket, and a bunch of keys tied to the other end of the chain. Ziano picked out one from the keychain and inserted it into the keyhole on the briefcase lock.

"The Prime Minister asked to hand this letter to you before sunset today. Fortunately, I finally completed this mission within the deadline." Ziano took out a snow-white envelope from his briefcase and handed it to Xu Jun in both hands.

Xu Jun stretched out his hands and took the envelope. He carefully checked the appearance, and there seemed to be no sign of being dismantled. The front of the envelope was blank and there was no word written. The seal behind it was covered with Mussolini's private hot paint seal. Xu Jun took the letter-breaking knife from Diesenhofen and opened the envelope, and pulled out a dense piece of letter paper from it.

"Italian?" Xu Jun felt that Mussolini was getting more and more childish, and he actually thought that setting up language barriers was a victory. Jack had dozens of commonly used languages ​​stored in his brain, and Xu Jun believed that his Italian was more fluent than Mussolini.

The problem is that the calligraphy with the big chin seems to be a bit in a bad mood. It is obvious that the writer was in an abnormal state when writing the letter, and the handwriting on the letter is a bit difficult to recognize.

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