Chapter 1023 The world is wide in an instant (Part 1)
"As you can see, I reached a dead end in the winter of 1991." The deep voice sounded again, and there was still deep regret in his tone that could not be erased.
He sighed softly, as if he deliberately wanted to end this heavy topic, and said: "But what shocked me extremely is that for me, death is not the end. After experiencing the long darkness
After that, I woke up again and found myself in an orphanage in East Berlin."
“I was at a loss and didn’t know what was going on, but then I quickly accepted the reality and felt ecstatic because I had a second chance, and the better news was that the company I was in
The orphanage is located in East Berlin, and the director of the orphanage is a KGB agent."
"This is the base where the Soviet Union secretly cultivated agents. These orphans are children who lost their families due to the war. They were brought back to the orphanage to be cared for, and they will eventually become staunch fighters."
"I carry the memories of my previous life, and I am the oldest among the children, so I have the best grades. Logically speaking, I could have stayed there and followed the same path, taking advantage of my foresight to save my motherland.
"
"However, in the decades approaching the end of my life, I have seen clearly the truth of our demise, which is not something that a good agent, a determined soldier or a smart scholar can solve."
"There is something wrong with all of us. This country is extremely sick, and even if I were to go back to my childhood, becoming an agent would not be enough to solve this disease."
"And during this time, I discovered that compared to my previous life, I had some differences."
As the voice narrated, the picture unfolded before Schiller's eyes again.
The sound of "ta da da" came from the end of the alley. A child dressed in a typical German working class family ran out of the alley, and behind him, there were several older children chasing him.
"Wild child! Wild child! Wild child in the orphanage! He stole parts of our bicycles and wants to run away?! Give me back the things!" the oldest of the children behind shouted.
The child running in front turned around and revealed the face of the young Schiller. He showed a sneer that was inappropriate for his age, and then said: "You stole the dean's bicycle parts. If your parents don't want to
Educate you and I will teach you a lesson!"
Several children running behind blushed, and the tallest one rushed up in three or two steps and grabbed the young Schiller's shoulders. The young Schiller turned around and hit him on the chest with his elbow.
It made him retract his arm in pain.
Unexpectedly, on the wall in front of the young Schiller, two bigger children suddenly came over. They hit the young Schiller on the back with a stick and knocked him to the ground. The leader came over.
Said: "Damn little thief, do you think we didn't prepare anything? You are dead this time!"
The young Schiller tried his best to turn over so that the front of his body was facing the child. He felt severe pain in his back. It must have been the blow that broke his ribs just now.
But he refused to show weakness at all, gritting his teeth and staring at the child who came over. The moment the stick fell, he instinctively blocked it with his hand.
There was a "bang", and there was no pain in the arm, but there was a scream from the other side.
As sparks flew, the wooden stick broke in the middle. The flying sawdust scratched the eyelids of the child opposite, causing him to scream "ouch" and take a few steps back, covering his eyes.
The young Schiller looked at his arm, and he found that there was a strange light shining on it. The moment he concentrated, his hand ignited with flames. Several other children were stunned and shouted towards him.
Run to the exit of the alley.
Enduring the pain, the young Schiller got up from the ground and looked at his white fingers. There was nothing on them, as if the fire just now was an illusion.
The scene around him began to gradually change, from an alley to a room. His fingers were also white and childish, but this time, he was holding a thick book in his hands. The childish look on Schiller's face had not yet faded.
, with a seriousness and heaviness unique to adults.
At this time, a fat old man came over and said to him with a smile: "Why are you reading here again? Or are you reading those biographical novels about ghosts and ghosts? You should read more literary classics during this time. You
Do you like reading Gorky?"
"Yes, Mr. Dean, I like to read his "Childhood" the most. His childhood experience reminds me of us. Although the orphanage is still a little difficult now, it will always get better, right?"
Le looked up from the thick book and looked at what the dean said.
The dean smiled and then said: "You are the best at making me happy. If you want to see it, you can see it. The bicycle parts you brought back are just right for use. Later, I have to go to the factory to deliver goods...
…”
After saying that, the dean left. Schiller turned his attention to the book in his hand again. After a while, he felt a little sleepy, so he closed the book and put it in his hand, curled up in place, and wanted to take a nap.
And on the book he was pillowing under his head, it was written clearly - "Mysterious Legends of Magic in the World".
Soon, the sky turned dark, and the children who had gone to work in the orphanage came back one after another. They were playing games in the front living room, but the young Schiller was still hiding in the room alone, studying the book.
After a while, he ran to the shelf, took a piece of the last piece of chalk from the shelf, and began to write and draw on the ground.
After drawing a mysterious pattern on the ground, he closed the door of the room while the nurses at the orphanage were not paying attention, then put his ear to the wall and listened to what was going on next door.
Finding that the dean had not returned yet, he calmly focused his attention on the patterns on the ground. Suddenly, a cluster of flames appeared in the center of the magic circle pattern on the ground, and a shadow swayed back and forth in the center of the flames, making a low sound.
The voice echoed in the room: "Why do you want to wake me, child? What do you want?"
However, the young Schiller quickly wiped away the magic circle and stood there panting, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. But soon, his eyes widened and he looked at his hands, his eyes flashing.
Another kind of light.
"The year I was about to graduate from the orphanage and enter a more professional training institution, I discovered that I could use magic."
"In my previous life, for decades before my life came to an end, I was a staunch materialist, and I still am now. Therefore, I regard magic as a tool, a tool that can be analyzed and utilized.
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"I did not give up my career as an agent. I successfully graduated from the orphanage with the best grades and entered one of the most professional and secret agent training institutions in East Berlin."
"It is different from the Butler School in the UK. It is specially designed to train young staff and leaders of the National Security Council."
"In the training school, I focused on learning the knowledge related to espionage work, but I don't intend to just be an agent.
"In these years, I have been studying magic tirelessly, and then I found the truth about this mysterious power."
"Magic is not a kind of energy, but a kind of talent. Magic talent is like a ticket, giving you the opportunity to borrow energy from various powerful creatures. Magic is essentially a transaction."
"Knowing this, a plan gradually took shape in my mind, but before that, I successfully entered the Soviet State Security Council with excellent results that had never been achieved in this school in ten years."
"In the first bureau of the KGB, I repeatedly made military exploits and performed well. Whether it was local counterintelligence work or overseas spy work, I was very good at it, so I was highly valued."
"After that, I was sent to work in the fourth bureau and became a member of the decision-makers, but I knew that this was not enough, so I worked more actively, showed greater abilities, and took advantage of my foresight.
, which has provided considerable assistance to our intelligence work.”
"Therefore, I rose through the ranks until I was transferred back to the first bureau and became the deputy director. On that day, after the joyful celebration banquet, I found the director of the first bureau."
Along with a burst of noise coming from inside the house, the smell of vodka spread. A young agent helped an older agent out of the house. The two came to the lounge next to them, where the older agent sat.
He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
"Director, thank you for holding such a warm welcome ceremony for me. I didn't expect that I would be able to return to the first game so soon."
"I didn't expect that, Comrade Schiller, but just being a deputy director is indeed a bit of a humiliation for you, and you can't give full play to your revolutionary enthusiasm and ability, but I believe that sooner or later you will have a broader stage.
…”
The young agent Schiller smiled and shook his head. Then, he looked at the director and said, "Indeed, director, not only me, we will all have a broader stage."
The Director of the First Bureau looked at Agent Schiller with some curiosity. He heard something in Agent Schiller's words, but the next second, he froze there because a flame appeared in Schiller's hand.
The flames reflected on his gray eyes, like tidal flats reflecting the sunset light. Agent Schiller looked at the director of the First Bureau and said: "Perhaps you have known about the existence of magic for a long time, but I am a magician."
Schiller's voice came again: "Perhaps, you will feel a little confused. In such a large country, there will be no shortage of people with magical talents, and the senior officials should not be aware of the existence of magic just now."
"However, according to my previous research, thoughts have a great influence on a person's magical talent. To put it simply, as long as you don't believe it, it will not work. And my motherland does not believe in any ghosts or monsters."
"Thus, I became the first person who was proficient in using magic and capable of participating in research work."
"Perhaps, the comrades of the agents of the Eleventh Bureau have already found you, and this Eleventh Bureau, which you have never heard of and has never appeared in the public eye, is also known as the 'KGB Magical Energy Investigation and
Research Bureau'."
"In other words, the Eleventh Bureau is a department of the Soviet Union that investigates magic and mysterious events, and I am the director of the Eleventh Bureau."