Iron and Blood: A Triumph of the Will

"I will arrange a meeting between Hugenberg and you, Your Highness. Their media network will be your greatest asset."

9:10 AM the next day.

Joachim saw Tirpitz off, as the elderly Reich Marshal needed to report his conversation with Joachim to the party.

After all, although Tirpitz had a very high prestige, he still needed the support of other people in the party.

Kuno von Vestap, a moderate conservative within the party.

Alfred von Hugenberg, a heavy industry tycoon and media monopoly mogul.

Heinrich Klass, leader of the Pan-German Confederation.

"So is there anything else I need to do?"

Joachim embraced Tirpitz, but his gaze couldn't help but drift towards his adjutant.

There was a German Shepherd there, staring menacingly at Joachim, seemingly triggered by a protective instinct.

"You'd better prepare some decent clothes."

Tirpitz released him and then looked Joachim up and down: "Such simple clothing is best not shown in photographs, because it can easily make some people in the party uncomfortable."

"What's wrong with my outfit? It's not bad at all!"

Joachim blinked, looking quite surprised.

He thought he was dressed quite well today. The suit he bought from the clothing store was of average quality and price among Germans. Was he really dressed badly?

This is already considered average dressing among Germans. Is the quality of such clothing bad?

"Was it custom-made, Your Highness?"

"no."

"If it's not custom-made, just throw it away, or you can get a military uniform; that's the most eye-catching thing."

"After all, in Germany, the military is the most prestigious profession, which makes it easier to win more favor among officers. Don't forget that your ancestors did the same."

At this point, Tirpitz seemed to recall some rumor and suddenly said out of the blue, "Not to mention, once Hugenberg's media machine is activated, you will be our star, and your every move will be under the spotlight."

"Do you know something?"

These words were indeed pointed, and Joachim couldn't help but feel a twitch in his brow.

"I've heard about you in Berlin," Tirpitz said in a low voice. "Some things can't be hidden just by concealing them; you either don't do them at all, or you do them thoroughly."

"While we applaud your actions in Pots, some things cannot be said openly. We need your tough stance, but as an emperor, you cannot have blood on your hands, especially at this sensitive time."

"Those left-wing guys aren't like us. If you show even the slightest weakness, they'll seize on it and tear open an even bigger gap."

Although Tirpitz did not explicitly say which matter it was, even if Joachim was not very bright, he knew what matter he was referring to.

It's simply because he was too harsh on the Polish people in Potsdam.

Joachim was well aware that these things could not be kept secret.

But at this critical moment, ethnic hatred works like this: if you don't kill them, they will kill you.

Moreover, he had already narrowed down the scope of the revenge killing as much as possible.

Therefore, he was more concerned about who leaked this information than about ethnic hatred.

"Looks like you got the news too? Who told you?"

"Is there even a need to say it? Some people just can't control their tongues."

"Not to mention, the underground network in Potsdam is far from safe. As long as there are Poles, there are Polish spies..."

Joachim paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Does he intend to drive all the Poles out of Poz before he'll be satisfied with this?

That's too extreme!

Moreover, Poland is neither in Africa nor Asia, yet it is so close to Europe that it is engaging in large-scale ethnic violence.

This will only tarnish Joachim's reputation, which will be a huge obstacle to his future ascension to the throne.

Even if he ascends the throne, Britain and France may immediately prepare for war.

Given his past record, no one knows whether Joachim will be the next Willie.

Therefore, before ascending the throne, Joachim had to at least put on the airs of a civilized monarch and not reveal too much aggression.

"Do you know what a white glove is?" Tirpitz continued to remind him: "Sometimes you can't let others get your hands dirty when you're doing things, especially when you're in front of all of Germany. You have to put on a pure and innocent face, even portray yourself as a saint, but in private you can do whatever you want."

"The future German emperor cannot dirty his hands."

"So someone has to take the blame." Tirpitz said, glancing at Wolf beside him. "And this person has to be reliable enough."

Joachim finally realized what was happening. He glanced at Wolf and shook his head slightly: "He's not suited for this job."

"I'm just offering my opinion, not making the decision for you. If you have a more suitable candidate, then go with your own ideas."

Tirpitz nodded, not in a hurry to urge Joachim to make his own decision.

"You need to understand that as long as they are still alive, their spirit will not die, no matter what method you use."

"They will all do everything they can to achieve their goals."

"Your struggle in Pots is not the end, but the beginning."

After saying that, he turned and got into the car.

Joachim then opened the car door for him.

At this moment, Tirpitz stopped and turned to Joachim: "Alas, Your Majesty, I do not wish to ride in my carriage."

"What, not planning to leave?" Joachim grinned.

"I'm tired of riding in my own car every day. I've heard that Your Highness's car is quite luxurious. Why don't I ride in yours?"

"Okay, I'll take you there?"

"Then there's no need for Your Highness to see me off." Tirpitz patted Joachim on the shoulder, then turned to Wolf, who was in the driver's seat of the Mercedes: "Young man, how about you give me a ride?"

"I?"

Wolf's eyes widened slightly, his expression showing both surprise and anticipation.

He had overheard part of the conversation between Joachim and Tirpitz.

Before Joachim could reply, he gave his adjutant behind him a look.

Then, he strode past Joachim and jumped into the car, giving the latter no time to react: "Drive!"

Wolff hesitated for a moment, but still started the car.

By the time Joachim realized what was happening, his hands were already sweaty and hot.

My heart was pounding.

At this moment, he understood what Tirpitz wanted to do, and his conscience kept telling him that he couldn't do it.

But the desire that surged from the depths of his mind overwhelmed everything!

The person is still alive, but the spirit remains.