I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

"…An attempted assassination?"

Without waiting for the person in front of him to finish speaking, Reinhardt interrupted the other person based on his own feelings.

Although the information was revealed inadvertently, it made the captain stunned for a moment.

"Yes, yes, you are worthy of being the Lieutenant General. I didn't expect to learn the news so soon."

"..."

Facing his subordinates who looked surprised, Reinhard remained silent and expressionless.

In fact, he didn't get any news at all, but he somehow knew what was going to happen next.

It was not a prediction of the future, but more like a feeling that he had experienced this scene before.

However, it was not a wonderful feeling. Instead, it made Reinhardt feel a sense of disharmony and discomfort...

This scene before him seemed like something he had experienced before, making him feel as if he was in a dream even though he was in reality.

"Lead the way, and we'll tell you the rest of the details as we walk."

Reinhardt stood up from his desk and left the office with the Captain.

Although he was unhappy inside, he didn't show it on his face.

And he would take action just to figure out the source of the twisted emotions in his heart.

……

"Da da……"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor of the prison, and Reinhardt walked slowly forward in the dark corridor.

The place in front of me was used to imprison prisoners. The smell of rust mixed with a hint of blood made this place full of an atmosphere of death.

Having said that, this place is more like a pigsty for slaughtering pigs.

In a sense, it no longer matters whether the people who enter here are criminals or not.

At this moment, the captain following Reinhardt was also reporting to him the details of the attack.

"That is to say, the assassination attempt of the Prime Minister...of course ended in failure. The result was an assassination attempt, but the arrest and prosecution of the criminals were slow. If we look into the reasons..."

"Too many suspects to identify?"

Reinhardt's expression did not waver at all, and his eyes, like dead water, did not show any emotion fluctuations. His tone was as cold and indifferent as a machine, and he said: "There is nothing we can do about it. There are probably countless people who want to assassinate the President. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are so many that they can be sold out."

In the detention center lined with iron bars, Reinhardt calmly glanced at the hesitant captain. His calm and indifferent gaze made the other party feel pressured and uncomfortable.

After the other party said so much, Reinhardt, who had an extremely sharp mind, also understood his thoughts.

Even if it doesn't matter whether you listen or not, listening to issues that don't need to be considered is just a waste of energy.

"...Yes, it is as you said, but as sentinels of the imperial capital, it is really too shameful for us to be helpless like this."

The captain said with a guilty look on his face.

"No need to feel guilty, Captain."

Reinhardt waved his hand calmly and said, "Besides, as the loyal subjects of His Excellency the Prime Minister and the sentinels of the Imperial Capital, you have captured the people who are now in here, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Lieutenant General!"

It doesn’t matter whether the people inside are sinners or not, having come to this enemy it no longer matters.

Even if it is not, the other party must be.

In order to put an end to the attack, some innocent people had to be used as scapegoats. As the head of the Gestapo, Reinhardt was no stranger to this.

As for what kind of crime to be convicted and the punishment to be suffered, it is all decided by Reinhardt.

After all, the Gestapo was the Reich Security Main Office and had considerable power in maintaining national security and order.

"So, what's that person's name?"

Reinhardt thought that the man who was captured and imprisoned here was a pathetic and confused guy.

"Karl Ernst Kraft... According to his own testimony, he was born in Basel, Switzerland, and came to the imperial capital after graduating from a local university. There is nothing special about this, and it has been confirmed that it is not perjury, but..."

"but?"

Reinhard was surprised that his subordinate suddenly stopped talking, but at this moment, he had an inexplicable connection with the name "Kalcraft".

He turned his head and glanced at the captain. The hesitation on the captain's face was not due to fear. Instead, there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes... or perhaps a taboo.

It's like trying to avoid saying it out loud.

But at this time, the captain still did not dare to hide anything and spoke out.

"Well... how should I put it? That man is considered to be proficient in some strange and tricky skills, although they are not worth mentioning... By the way, people in the market call him and his skills..."

"Predicting the future through astrology... a magician?"

Reinhardt calmly continued the captain's unfinished words.

To him, so-called magicians are nothing more than childish fraudsters.

He is probably just a person who is a little bit good at taking advantage of people's insecurity and misunderstanding.

"…As you said, sir. Of course, we understand that this kind of trick is just a boring joke, but the fact is that the man did predict the crisis of the Prime Minister beforehand, so we can't completely ignore it."

In this case, it is impossible to naively think that the future is predicted through magic.

Because compared to those mysterious and extraordinary things, a normal person would think - this guy must have prepared it in advance.

Or...

"Could that Calcraft have participated in, or even planned, the assassination of the Prime Minister?"

Reinhardt labeled the man stupid.

Regardless of whether Calcraft did such a thing or not, what the man did was beyond the scope of being a protected citizen.

There is a price to pay for such self-righteous behavior in this country and this era.

Thinking of this contemptuously, Reinhardt nodded to the captain in charge of the report and said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Captain. You are excellent. You are not deceived by rumors or superstitions. You have a realistic and civilized judgment. On behalf of the President, I would like to express my gratitude. Talents like you are the treasure of the empire."

"Thanks for the compliment."

The captain responded with a grateful nod.

Heydrich is now in the limelight in Germany. If he, who is known as the overtime worker of the empire, can say a few good words to his superiors, his military and political career will become much smoother.

"Very good, then you can go back next. I can handle fraudsters like magicians alone."

"Ah? But this..."

The captain was stunned for a moment, then a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

As a subordinate, he couldn't leave his superior alone to face such a swindler who spoke so arrogantly.

If anything happened to Reinhardt, he would be finished.

"What's the problem, Captain? It's just an interrogation through the cage. Besides, the other party is just a fraudster, a terrorist at most. It's not like you are going to walk into the cage of a hungry tiger, wolf or lion with bare hands."

Reinhardt glanced at the hesitant captain and understood what he was worried about.

To make the other party obey, you only need to exert a little bit of pressure. Through his years of experience as a military officer, he knows this very well.

What's more, he didn't think a fraudster had any extraordinary abilities.

"..."

"If you understand, then go back. There is no need to worry."

"...As you command, Your Excellency, Lieutenant General!"

"By the way, I'll give you more instructions later, so take a rest before that."

Reinhardt looked at his subordinates without any expression as they gradually walked away.

As a subordinate, he is very qualified and good.

Reinhardt gave such a good evaluation of the captain.

Then he turned around and continued moving forward.

Walking down the corridor made of inferior steel, he continued to move deeper.

The target was only a short distance away. Looking at the iron fence covered with rust, Reinhardt calmly walked towards the man in front of him.

Soon, he arrived at the cage where his target was.

The yellow light pouring down from the prison illuminated the man in shackles, making him look like a sculpture.

And Reinhardt felt something strange the first time he saw this man.

familiar?

No.

More like it was expected.

The man sitting there quietly in front of him gave people a calm impression, with a man-eating smile on his face.

My first impression of the man in front of me was that of a dead tree.

Then it became a mirage, illusory and unreal.

Ambiguous and vague.

He was clearly right in front of him, right there, but Reinhardt felt as if he was projected here from somewhere else, which made him frown.

His presence was very weak, like a man who was about to die, giving Reinhard a dry feeling.

He is like an old man who has completed his mission. There is no vitality or hope in him at all.

The dark and turbid pupils looked like agate fixed in a rotten state.

In terms of lack of energy, he is similar to Reinhard, but he is different.

If I were a fish being raised in a fish tank.

Then the man in front of me was like a dead fish stranded on the shore.

A deep-sea fish that was washed up on land from the deep sea and is larger than a whale.

The feeling of being out of tune with the surroundings was so obvious in Reinhardt's eyes.

I just wanted to rot away from this world, but I couldn't do it.

A creature that prayed and tried to get back into the water but could only struggle helplessly.

Constantly craving for salvation from others.

It was as if the idle thinking style that Reinhard hated had been condensed into something like a block.

It was precisely because of the first glance that Reinhardt had such a complicated impression that he could conclude.

The man in front of me would never assassinate the President, because I couldn't feel anything from him.

There is no way he would find value in assassination. Such a person has no feelings about subverting the country, so he would never do it.

The dead tree wants nothing else but to become nutrients for the flowers.

If you ask why I am so sure.

That's probably because the man in front of him has the same feeling of 'being unable to survive' as himself.

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Chapter 96 [Throne of God] The corrosion of the poison of nothingness and the poison of knowledge.

Chapter 96 [Throne of God] The corrosion of the poison of nothingness and the poison of knowledge.

Sizzle!!!!

Looking at the man in the cell, Reinhardt felt the echo of the noise in his head again.

The scene before me seemed familiar, so familiar that I felt like I had experienced it more than once.

That feeling is extremely unpleasant.