The villain also has spring 2

Chapter 1454 1.1453 My master - everything about me belongs to you!
December 1941, 12, Reich Chancellery in Wirthstrasse, Berlin.

"Minister, you can't go up." The propaganda minister, who had changed into a crisp formal dress, was blocked from the elevator door by his female secretary, "Ms. Schroeder."

"Krista, I have urgent military information to report to the Führer."

"Miss Schroeder" is Christa Schroeder, formerly known as "Emilie Christine Schroeder". He was one of the Führer's most trusted personal secretaries before and during World War II.

"I will prioritize your request for a meeting, Minister." The female secretary, Miss Schroeder, responded with a smile, but her attitude remained unwavering.

"Okay, as usual, Christa." Joseph Goebbels, the Third Reich's "number two" propaganda minister, did not insist as usual: "I'll wait in the Reich Cabinet meeting room (Reichskabinettssitzungssaal)."

"Please do as you please." As the longest-serving personal secretary to the head of state, Miss Schroeder has already learned to deal with it calmly, neither being humble nor overbearing.

After watching Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels turn around and leave, Miss Schroeder calmly sat down.

Soon the dedicated phone rang.

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

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

As the Führer's most trusted personal secretary left his post, the Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels, the "number two man" of the Third Reich, walked straight into the elevator.

The elevator door opened again, and Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels came to the solemn and grand door of the Führer's Study (Arbeiutszimmer) with an expressionless face.

He gently pushed open the ajar door with his cane, and the sound of rough and rapid breathing like a beast immediately came from the study of the head of state.

Then push the door open a crack. Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels turned slightly to peek in the direction of the sound. A beautiful leg stretched out diagonally, exposed inch by inch. After a brief glimpse, the "second-in-command" of the Third Reich immediately turned back and tried his best to steady his body.

… Broken images kept flashing back in front of the eyes of Joseph Goebbels, the “number two” Propaganda Minister. The details are continuously enlarged and the picture becomes clearer. Sanity teeters on the edge of collapse.

"Look, I know you actually don't care at all about that lowly woman inside who is called the 'Perfect Wife.'" The devil's whisper sounded in your ears as expected: "However, when you see this pretentious and superior woman with your own eyes, But it's like a dirty bitch lying on the desk with her legs spread shamelessly, trying her best to please the man on top of her, even forgetting that today is your 10th wedding anniversary. My Lord Minister, you have rights. Are there new, greater ambitions for you?”

"Ah, my lord—all that is mine is yours!"

"Greater ambition." At this moment, the "Second Number Two" of the Third Reich, Minister of Propaganda Joseph Goebbels, could no longer tell whether the familiar voice of a woman in his ears was real or illusory.

"You see, it is no exaggeration to say that it was you who shaped him with your own hands. You also gave him all the glory and honor with your own hands. You dedicated your talents, family, loyalty, honor, and all of your life. In addition, In addition, there is also your 'perfect wife' who wraps up the anniversary of the 10-year holy marriage as a 'gift' and offers it with both hands." The devil's whisper in the ear continued: "I really want to know what it is. You, your 'perfect wife' and everyone around you are willing to give everything?"

"Faith, fanatical faith." Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels, the "second-in-command" of the Third Reich, gave a convincing answer.

"No, I think it's rights. Monopoly rights." The devil's whisper in his ears reveals an irrefutable allure: "Clinching in front of the dictator, people voluntarily are bound by moral chains and accept to be reduced to shackled slaves. From the pain of the soul, and twisting this pain into happiness, you are only one step away from holding absolute power, and your fanatical loyalty born of all good morals is only one step away. But it’s an illusory emotion when desires are satisfied. So, I can’t help but ask, have your desires been satisfied?”

"Have my desires... been satisfied?" The eyes of Joseph Goebbels, the "second-in-command" of the Third Reich and Minister of Propaganda, revealed the madness in which his sanity was about to collapse.

"If you are satisfied, please continue to dedicate everything to your 'lofty ideal'. If not, what is 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 "number two man" of the Third Reich, Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels, walking out of the elevator expressionlessly.

"minister?"

"Ah, you were not here just now. The head of state asked me to report to him directly." "Ah, that's it. Okay, minister, I will cancel your most preferred meeting." It seemed that everything was fine. The female secretary "Miss Schroeder" secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"As always, Krista."

November 1943, 11, Sachsenhausen concentration camp. Premiere scene.

The exciting plot made everyone in the theater stand up and applaud again.

A handkerchief with a faint fragrance was gently handed to the "second-in-command" of the Third Reich, Propaganda Minister Joseph Goebbels, who was moved to tears. The owner of the handkerchief is the Czechoslovak actress Lyda Barova sitting on his left.

"Thank you, dear Lyda."

"You don't have to be polite."

Although the whole person was trying his best to restrain himself, the strong emotions overflowing from the former "screen mistress" still made the "number two character" heart beat. To put the blame on it, it was the head of state who personally came forward to completely cut off the love interest of the "No. 2 figure".

"Are you okay?"

"Not too bad."

"The movie was a success."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course. As you can see, everyone is applauding from the bottom of their hearts. Including the head of state."

"That must be good."

"very good."

December 1941, 12, Reich Chancellery in Wirthstrasse, Berlin.

Face to face with the "First Lady" in the mirror, the female secretary "Ms. Schroeder" who walked into the bathroom stopped almost subconsciously.

"First Lady" Magda Goebbels, who had just walked out of the Führer's study, was lifting her skirt as if no one else was watching and wiping her lower body with soaked toilet paper.

"Want to help, ma'am?" The female secretary, "Miss Schroeder," was just right.

"No, Miss Schroeder. Please help yourself." Crumpling the toilet paper into a ball, "First Lady" Magda Goebbels casually put it into the opened women's sachet on the washstand.

"Okay, ma'am." The female secretary, "Miss Schroeder," turned and walked towards the cubicle.

"By the way, where is my husband?" Magda Goebbels, the "First Lady" who had packed everything, asked elegantly.

"Ah, I haven't seen the minister until today." After saying that, the female secretary "Miss Schroeder" gently opened the door of a bathroom that showed no one was in use.

"Have a nice day, Miss Schroeder."

"Have a nice day too, Frau Goebbels."