Gravedigger of the Empire

After leaving Vic's office and greeting the pretty receptionist at the door, Kahn walked out of the building.

He saw the disheveled man standing across the street, still with messy hair and a patched woolen coat.

This man named Love has been following him for the past two days. As long as he comes out of the investigation bureau without getting into a car, he can't shake him off.

In fact, Kahn didn't deliberately try to shake off the other person. He continued with his work as usual, without deliberately avoiding anything.

The test is over.

Kahn waved to the man on the other side of the street, and the man quickly stood in front of him.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked.

Löw nodded emphatically.

Kahn smiled, whether from happiness at finding a helper or from the joy of his successful experiment, it was hard to tell.

Anyway, he felt that his rebirth was becoming more and more interesting.

He handed his briefcase to the other man, half-jokingly adding, "Take good care of it! There's a lot of money in there."

"Aren't you afraid, aren't you afraid I'll turn around and run away?" Love took two quick steps and asked, following behind Kahn.

Instead of answering his question, Kahn asked, "Is your wife cured?"

"She... the doctor said she's just hungry. She's not eating enough and isn't getting enough rest." Löw scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

He was very grateful for Kahn's help; those few pounds solved many of his problems.

The rent owed has been paid off, my wife is back on her medication, we have flour and potatoes at home, and we've also bought some tomatoes and butter.

He has eaten many full meals in the past few days; he has never eaten so many full meals before.

Kahn couldn't help but chuckle, then continued, "Where did you say you were serving?"

"The 18th Infantry Regiment of Viessen!" Löw quickly replied, "The Somme River, the Fricourt Fortress."

"You said you can also box?" Kahn continued to ask.

"Yes, I will!" Löw's tone was full of pride.

Serving on the front lines and fighting for the empire was his honor. But now, few people care about that honor anymore.

The empire had collapsed, and the emperor had fled. All he could find solace in was the era he longed for.

"Excellent marksmanship?"

"Yes, excellent marksmanship."

"Killed someone?" Kahn stopped and glanced at Love.

Love paused, looking up at Kahn, only to meet the latter's sharp eyes.

"Three, at least... at least one." Love lowered his eyes: "I saw two of them fall with my own eyes. I don't know if I shot them, but I definitely fired."

"And one more. I personally plunged the bayonet into his chest." He paused, then finally began to describe, "That guy jumped into the trench, bayonet in hand, and we wrestled. If he hadn't died, I would have died there."

Kahn reached out and patted Love on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"Can you tell what I've been doing these past few days?" Kahn asked as the two resumed walking.

Löw shook his head, then remembered that Kahn couldn't see his movements, so he quickly said, "I only know that you're on business, often with the British and French."

"I'll explain things to you slowly. For now, you just need to do what I've assigned you," Kahn said without turning his head.

"By the way, you're over forty years old, how come I haven't seen your children?" Kahn suddenly steered the conversation back to his personal life.

Löw's expression suddenly fell into despair: "He died in Verdun. Later, the order to enlist was delivered to me, and I thought I would die there too."

"Feel sorry."

The two chatted as they walked until they reached the front of a respectable house. It was clearly a place where wealthy people lived, and everything around it was luxurious.

"Why are we here?" Löw asked, somewhat curious.

Kahn reached out and knocked on the thick door a few times. Soon, a burly man poked his head out and looked Kahn up and down.

"I have something to discuss with Mr. Ron," Kahn said to the person who opened the door.

"..." The other person looked Kahn up and down, but showed no intention of giving up their seat.

"I'm here to discuss business, not to cause trouble," Kahn said frankly.

"Come in by yourself!" The burly man turned his gaze to Love again, but made way for Kahn.

Kahn turned to Love and said, "Wait here for me to come out."

As he spoke, he held out his hand, gesturing for Löw to hand him the briefcase.

Löw belatedly realized that he was still carrying something and quickly handed the bag back to its owner.

"Gun..." As soon as he entered the house, the man, who was at least two meters tall, closed the door, cutting off Love, and spoke to Kahn in a deep voice.

Kahn glanced at the other man: "Are you kidding me? Asking a defense force officer to hand over his sidearm?"

The burly man stared into Kahn's eyes, seemingly unwilling to back down.

"Never mind, Ali!" An old voice rang out behind Kahn; it was someone Kahn knew very well.

"You must be Mr. Ron?" Kahn turned around and took off his military cap.

"That's what everyone calls me. You're a stranger here, young man. How did you find out about this place?" Ron gestured for Kahn to sit wherever he wanted, and then sat down on the sofa across the coffee table.

Kahn then had a chance to look around the room. The decor was quite luxurious, and there was a picture of an angel hanging on the wall.

On the table directly below the portrait are silver tableware and candlesticks, and a thick scripture is placed beside it.

The old man in his bathrobe didn't urge Kahn. He waited until Kahn had looked around the room before asking, "Now, is it convenient to talk?"

"It's not very convenient." Kahn's reply caused Ali behind him to show his anger.

"I've heard that you're a businessman, fair, resourceful, and trustworthy," Kahn continued, noticing the sudden drop in atmosphere.

The old man rubbed his eyebrows and said casually, "A compliment is a great way to get things started, but... if you've really heard of me, you should know that you'd better get to the point."

"My name is Kahn, and I'm a second lieutenant in the defense force," Kahn introduced himself.

"Hmph! A major isn't anything special!" Before Ron could speak, Ali's sneer drifted over from behind Kahn.

"The person who introduced you to me said your rule is a 20% commission." Kahn tried to open his briefcase, but Ali reached out and pressed down on his shoulder.

Kahn stopped what he was doing: "How can we do business if I don't pay?"

Ron waved his hand, and Ali released his grip. However, he remained cautious, watching Kahn's movements closely.

Kahn took two bright orange gold bars out of his briefcase and placed them on the coffee table.

"Ha! So, it was you who was swindling people in the shops on Windsor Street using my name!" Ron immediately recognized the young man in front of him when he saw the gold bars.

"I'm not trying to swindle anyone, Mr. Ron! It's just that my background isn't something I want others to know, so I'm just using your name for now," Kahn explained with a smile.

"Interesting! I'd really like to be friends with you!" Ron praised, then moved on from the previous incident: "So, what brings you here?"