Chapter 72: The Gestapo

Hmm…

Yuli bowed her head in thought for a moment, acutely aware of the awkwardness now hanging in the air.

The man before her seemed to be organizing some important banquet, while she and Fran had merely come out for a meal.

If that banquet truly required such a high degree of secrecy, she really couldn’t justify staying.

This…

Frowning, Yuli’s eyes darted around. Across from her, the bald-headed general quickly forced a smile, saying:

“Ah, let’s call it a day. We still need to discuss your responsibility as the establishment, that’s all. As for Miss Gustav… Ha, it’s nothing. You can go back and finish your meal.”

“Is that alright?”

Yuli asked with a trace of concern. She knew perfectly well that, under these circumstances, it was best for them not to linger.

No matter how you looked at it, with such a high level of confidentiality involved, forcing herself to stay would come across as unruly and willful.

Hmm…

The bald-headed general nodded and smiled warmly: “It’s fine, it’s fine.”

“Forget it. We’ll take our leave now. We’ve eaten enough anyway.” Yuli pouted, sighed, then glanced at Fran beside her and asked in a low voice, “Fran, are you full?”

Hmm…

Fran rubbed his chin. Whether he was full or not was secondary—the main issue was that today’s date seemed to have slipped through his fingers.

Ending so abruptly?

He let out a quiet breath of relief. At least he wouldn’t have to keep drinking with Yuli. The alcohol had mostly worn off anyway.

Seeing Fran nod, Yuli had no further objections. She turned to the waiter beside them and asked, “Can we take the leftovers to go?”

At this point, the waiter dared not refuse. He quickly nodded and went to pack up their unfinished meal.

Once the seafood restaurant’s staff had everything boxed up, Yuli picked up the bag, took Fran’s hand, and said softly, “Let’s go. We can finish it at home. We haven’t finished that crab yet~”

Seeing them about to leave, the bald-headed general, all smiles, escorted them to the door and waved enthusiastically, saying politely:

“My apologies, Miss Gustav. I’m sorry for the trouble. I hope you’ll understand.”

“Ah—what can I do? Bad timing. Anyway, don’t let me hold you up. No need to see us off.”

Yuli sighed, then pulled Fran into the mansion’s car, which had been waiting at the door.

As the door closed, the long-waiting driver gently pressed the accelerator, and the car set off smoothly through the streets of Purburg in the dead of night.

Sigh…

Fran got into the car looking troubled, occasionally glancing up at the scenery outside the window.

“Fran, are you not having fun today?”

“Uh… no!” Fran shook his head, but still seemed sullen.

“Then do you not like this place?”

“…”

Fran remained silent, as if he hadn’t heard her. This left Yuli, who had been talking to him the whole way, quiet as well.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Those people scared you. It’s my fault for not protecting you…”

Yuli pinched the hem of her clothes, blaming herself. Hearing this, Fran turned to look at her, blinked, and said, “Not at all. Sister Yuli did protect me. And you did it very well…”

“Huh?” Yuli blinked, a little embarrassed.

“No… Actually, I saw you hadn’t come back for a long time, so I was going out to find you. That’s when I noticed the man who came after you. He was acting sneaky, so I watched him carefully. Who would’ve thought he’d run straight for you? I didn’t even see you…”

“But didn’t you subdue him?” Fran smiled. “That move was really cool!”

“R-really?” Yuli excitedly leaned closer to Fran. Fran awkwardly shifted aside a little, then nodded.

Hmm…

He wasn’t lying. It was true—the way Yuli had pounced to save him and then fought the “bad guy” was indeed cool.

He’d been standing right there, momentarily stunned, and later, whenever he thought about it, it always gave him a strong sense of safety and satisfaction.

No… no, what was he thinking?

Fran quickly shook his head, trying to throw out those strange thoughts. This Yuli was anything but safe for him—in fact, she was extremely dangerous.

Still, since she seemed to want to hear it, he might as well say a little more. Pleasing her wouldn’t hurt.

“Speaking of which, Yuli, I didn’t expect you to be so good at fighting.” Fran recalled the day’s events and casually remarked.

“Hehe, of course. I’ve studied boxing and martial arts, and I’ve had military training. You know that. Dealing with those amateurs is a piece of cake.”

Seeing Yuli boast so proudly, Fran felt helpless. He’d only made a casual comment—he hadn’t expected her to get so excited.

Looking at Fran, she asked again, “By the way, Fran, are you really full? Did you like the seafood? If not, we can pick up something else on the way home.”

“Hmm… no need.”

“Alright, then let’s go home.”

“Yeah!” Fran nodded, took a deep breath, and then suddenly threw out another question.

“Hey, speaking of which, those Teutons we met at the seafood restaurant… Who are they? Why do they seem so mysterious?”

Fran had finally asked the core question—the one he cared about most. If he wasn’t mistaken, those people were at least connected to the Teutonic military.

“Hmm…” Yuli was silent for a long moment, then leaned close to Fran’s ear and whispered, “Gestapo!”

Gestapo?

Fran was taken aback, but quickly recovered, his eyes widening as he sought confirmation: “The Teutonic Spear Society’s secret police?”

“Yes!” Yuli nodded nervously. “Their work is similar to our Army Intelligence Department’s, but with different duties. And that organization… how should I put it… it’s terrifying!”

As she spoke, Yuli nervously grabbed her arm and confided in Fran in a low voice:

“Don’t get too involved with those people! Ugh… How should I say this? Maybe I’m just not sensitive enough politically, but I feel the Gestapo is too closely tied to the Spear Society led by the Führer, and they often clash with our Army Intelligence Department at work…”

Before she could finish, she glanced worriedly at the driver and swallowed the rest of her words. Then she sighed, shook her head, and said, “In short, headquarters wants us to keep a certain distance from the Gestapo, but not to fall out with them.”

Hmm…

Hearing this, Fran nodded calmly.

So it seemed there were plenty of internal conflicts among the Teutonic departments.

The conflict between the Army Intelligence Department and the Gestapo was just one of them.

But that was understandable. Both were essentially spy agencies; clashes at work were probably inevitable.

If that was the case… could he exploit these conflicts?

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