Gravedigger of the Empire

"Is it delicious?" Kahn gently stroked the little girl's soft blonde hair and asked softly.

"Good, delicious!" The little girl nodded happily, her lips and cheeks covered in sauce.

She had just recovered when this handsome uncle brought her to this restaurant, and there she ate the best food she had ever eaten in her life.

She even picked up the bread crumbs that fell off the plate with her little fingers and put them in her mouth; the beef was so tender it seemed to melt in her mouth.

"You've just recovered from a serious illness, so eat less! I'll bring you again tomorrow; there will be more good food then."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Yes! Really." Kahn looked at Bowser, who was still sitting nervously to the side. "You should eat something too. Is it not to your liking?"

"I... I don't know how to repay you, sir." Bowser had been thinking about it for many days, and had just been thinking about it all the way here, but he still couldn't understand why the other party was so kind to him.

He had thought about going through fire and water for the other person, about killing and setting fires for the other person, about even selling his life to the young man in front of him.

But... his life isn't worth that much money at all!

"Didn't you want to work for me?" Kahn picked up a piece of cake with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth. "You haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"No! I just feel that even if I sold my life to you, I wouldn't be worth that much money..."

"Your life was definitely sold to me, it belongs to me, so you can't just die now!" Kahn pointed at Beausher with his butter-covered fingers.

Then he continued, "Work for me! Obey my orders! Even if it means going against the whole world, you can't regret it... Can you do that?"

"Yes!" Bowser replied without hesitation. "Just promise me one more thing, and I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

"Take good care of her?" Kahn looked at the little girl who was stuffing cream cake into her mouth.

"Hmm!" Bowser nodded.

"Yes!" Kahn said. "She will marry the man she loves most and enjoy the happiest life. She will eat delicious food every day and be surrounded by servants whenever she goes out..."

Bowser's eyes widened, and he really wanted to ask Kahn: Do you know what you're talking about?

He wouldn't even dare to make a wish like that, okay? What does it mean to be free from worries about food and clothing? What does it mean to be happy and fulfilled?

Do you think you are God?

"Don't look at me like that." Kahn laughed. "I'll prepare an account for her, and before you die, I'll let you see with your own eyes how much money is in it. At least £100,000, what do you think?"

"Gulp..." Bowser swallowed hard, because he couldn't imagine how much 100,000 pounds really was.

"Don't worry, I will grant her wish if she wants to marry the Crown Prince of England. It is her destiny." Kahn looked at the little girl again, his face full of affection.

Memories of his previous life assaulted his mind. Covered in blood, Borcher dragged him out of the car riddled with shrapnel and carried him all the way to a place where German troops were stationed.

"Save him..." These were Borshe's last words, words that resonated deep within Kahn's soul, priceless.

What made it even more painful for Kahn was that when he recovered and returned to Berlin, Beausher's daughter had already died in an Allied air raid.

He failed to take good care of his deceased friend's child, which was Kahn's most painful memory from his previous life.

Now, Kahn even feels that his regret and self-blame for not taking good care of his deceased friend's daughter is more painful than watching the Third Reich collapse.

He wasn't sure; he just had a vague feeling about it.

This is the main reason why he did what he was doing: the soul seemed to be right next to him, pleading with him to do whatever it took.

"Uncle Kahn!" the little girl exclaimed, her beautiful eyes fixed on Kahn. "Don't let my dad do dangerous things!"

"Ha!" Kahn laughed, tapping the little girl's nose with his cream-covered finger. "Don't worry! I'll take good care of your father!"

"Thank you! When Sophia grows up, Sophia will make you a delicious cake! A strawberry cake," the little girl promised earnestly.

"It's a deal, Sophia!" Kahn laughed even louder.

"Come on, little girl! Try this!" Mrs. Löw brought out a pot of steaming soup.

She didn't know who the father and daughter were, but she knew that she had to treat everyone Kahn brought with the best of everything.

This is the hotel's rule, the first principle!

"Ding!" Good times are always short-lived. The hotel door was pushed open, and a tall, burly man walked in.

He blocked the door with his hand, and a man wearing a top hat walked in from behind him.

As soon as he entered, the man said in a mocking tone, "Ah! It really took some effort to find you."

Kahn rubbed his fingers together with a counting motion, brushing off the breadcrumbs. "Welcome, Mr. Ron! What brings you here?"

He stood up and stopped Bowser, who was trying to get up: "You and Sophia continue eating, I need to talk to Mr. Ron about something..."

Borshe glanced at Ron, sensing danger emanating from him.

Ron glanced down at Bowser, then looked at Kahn with surprise: "What's your henchman's name again? Love?"

"You have a good memory," Kahn laughed.

"Love, and him..." Ron grabbed Kahn's arm. "How do you always manage to find people like that?"

"What kind of person?" Kahn asked curiously.

"The way they look at me...it's very interesting." There was even a hint of envy in Ron's tone.

"Oh?" Kahn became even more curious.

"Their eyes seemed to tell me that if I kill you, they'll kill me too." Ron laughed and pulled Kahn aside. "I'm not here to cause trouble."

"Yes! I can tell." Kahn agreed. "You can tell too, we're eating. If you have something to say, just say it quickly."

"I heard you've gotten your hands on a huge amount of supplies, much more than I have through my channels," Ron said in a low voice, staring at Kahn.

Kahn neither denied nor admitted it: "Where did you hear that from?"

"You bribed the soldiers with bread, swayed the city hall with butter, and even sent a truckload of canned food to the hospital! Kahn! Do you think I'm deaf and blind?" Ron gritted his teeth in anger.

"Okay, I do have a way, but what's it to you?" Kahn asked with a smile.

"I want to join!" Ron's words surprised Kahn.

"Join us? Mr. Ron, you should know just how valuable this road is." Kahn's voice was low and sharp. "How many corpses do you think are buried beneath the roadbed?"

"That's your problem! Now that the road is open, it means there's no need to bury people in the roadbed anymore, right?" Ron reached out, and the burly Ali handed him a file folder.

"Look at my terms, trust me, this is a good deal," Ron said confidently.

Kahn frowned slightly, took the bag, and pulled out a stack of things from it.