On December 19, 1941, the Imperial Prime Minister's Office on Worth Street, Berlin.

"Minister, you can't go up." The Propaganda Minister, who was rarely dressed in a straight dress, was blocked outside the elevator door by the female secretary "Miss Schroeder".

"Christa, I have an urgent military situation to report to the Head of State."

"Miss Schroeder" was named Christa Schroeder, and his original name was "Emilie Christine Schroeder". He was one of the most trusted private secretaries of the head of state before and during World War II.

"I will list your request as the most preferred meeting, Minister." The female secretary Miss Schroder responded with a smile, but her attitude was unshakable.

"Okay, as always, Christa." Joseph Goebbels, the propaganda minister of the Third Reich "No. 2" did not insist as usual: "I will wait in the Reichskabitssitzungssaal."

"Please give me some advice." As the private secretary who has served the head of state for the longest time, Miss Schroder has long learned to deal with it calmly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Watching the Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels turn and leave, Miss Schroeder calmly took her seat.

Soon the dedicated line rang.

"Hello." Miss Schroeder politely answered the phone: "...I understand, do you have to sign it, right?"

After receiving the other party's affirmative reply, Miss Schroeder immediately set off: "Okay, I'll come."

As the head of state's most trusted private secretary left his post, Joseph Goebel, the propaganda minister of the "No. 2" of the Third Reich, walked straight into the elevator.

The elevator door opened again, and Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebel came to the solemn and magnificent gate of the head of state's study (Arbeiutszimmer) with a expressionless face.

He gently pushed open the void crack with his cane, and a rude and rapid breathing sound as if he was a beast immediately came from the head of state's study.

Pushing open a crack with force. Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebel slightly turned sideways, peeping at the direction of the sound. A beautiful leg that was slanted out was exposed inch by inch. With a brief glance, the "No. 2" of the Third Reich immediately turned around and tried his best to stabilize his body.

...The broken picture keeps flashing in front of the eyes of Joseph Goebbels, the propaganda minister of "No. 2". The details keep magnifying, and the picture is becoming clearer. Reason hovers on the verge of collapse.

"Look, I know you don't care at all about the slut woman called the 'perfect wife' inside." The devil's whisper sounded in his ears without surprise: "However, when I saw this pretentious and lofty woman with my own eyes, I was like a slutty bitch lying on the desk with shamelessness, trying my best to please the man pressing on him, and even forgot that today is your 10th anniversary. My Minister, do you have new and greater ambitions in your desire for power?"

"Ah, my master—all my belongs to you!"

"Biggrifying ambition." At this moment, the "No. 2" of the Third Reich, Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels could no longer tell whether the familiar voice of the woman who was heard was real or illusory.

"Look, it is no exaggeration to say that you have shaped him with your own hands. All the light and honor were also given to him by your own hands. You have dedicated your talents, family, loyalty, honor, and all your life. In addition, you have also wrapped the anniversary of the 10-year sacred marriage into a ‘gift’ and your ‘perfect wife’ with both hands." The devil's whisper continued in his ear: "I want to know. What makes you, your ‘perfect wife’ and everyone around you willingly give everything?"

"Faith, fanatical faith." The Third Reich's "No. 2" and Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels gave a convincing answer.

"No, I think it is a right. a monopoly." The devil's whisper in his ear revealed an indescribable temptation: "Calling in front of the dictator, people are voluntarily bound by the chains of morality, and endure the pain from the soul of slaves with shackles. And twist this pain into happiness. Oh, Lord Minister. You are only one step away from holding absolute rights. And the fanatical loyalty that you produce from all beautiful morality is just the illusory emotion of the satisfaction of desire. Then, I can't help but ask, is your desire satisfied?"

"Is my desires... satisfied?" The Third Reich's "No. 2" and Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels' eyes exuded the madness of reason being about to collapse.

"If satisfied, please continue to contribute everything to the 'lofty ideal'. If not, what's the use of morality?"

"Ding——" The elevator door opened again.

The female secretary "Miss Schroeder" who returned to her post in the shortest time looked up and saw the "No. 2" of the Third Reich who walked out of the elevator with a expressionless face, Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels.

"minister?"

"Ah, you were not here just now, the Head of State asked me to report to him directly."

"Ah, that's it. OK, Minister, I will cancel your most preferred meeting." Everything seemed to be fine. The female secretary "Miss Schroeder" breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

"As always, Christa."

On November 9, 1943, the premiere of the concentration camp in Saxonyhausen.

The wonderful plot made everyone in the movie hall stand up and applaud again.

A handkerchief with a faint fragrance was gently handed over to the "No. 2" of the Third Reich who was so excited that he was filled with tears, in front of the Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels. The owner of the handkerchief was Lida Barova, a Czechoslova star sitting on his left hand.

"Thank you, dear Lida."

"You don't have to be polite."

Although the whole person was trying hard to restrain himself, the strong emotions that overflowed from the former "screen mistress" still made the "No. 2" heart-warming. When it comes to blame, the head of state came forward in person and completely cut off the love of the "No. 2".

"How are you?"

"It's pretty good."

“The movie was a success.”

"Do you like it?"

"Of course. You also saw that everyone was applauding from the bottom of their hearts, including the head of state."

“That must be very good.”

“Very good, very…good.”

On December 19, 1941, the Imperial Prime Minister's Office on Worth Street, Berlin.

Facing the "first lady" in the mirror, the female secretary "Miss Schroeder" who walked into the bathroom almost subconsciously stopped.

The "first lady" Magda Goebel, who had just walked out of the head of state's study, was lifting up her skirt as if no one was around and wiping her lower body with soaked toilet paper.

"Do you want help, madam?" The kindness of the female secretary "Miss Schroeder" was just right.

"No, Miss Schroeder. Please do whatever you want." Cracked the toilet paper into a ball, and the "first lady" Magda Goebbels put it into the open ladies' sachet on the washstand.

"Okay, madam." The female secretary "Miss Schroeder" turned and walked towards the compartment.

"By the way, where is my husband?" Magda Goebel, the first lady who had packed up everything, asked gracefully.

"Ah, I haven't seen the minister yet today." After saying that, the female secretary "Miss Schroeder" gently pushed open the door of a bathroom that showed no one was using.

"Happy, Miss Schroeder."
Chapter completed!