"Hey! What are you doing!", Otto rushed into the bushes where Hans was hiding, holding the slimes in his hands.

  "If these little brats are considered a liquid, then they should be able to float on water, right?"

  "You–", Otto interrupted, "–will you stop it already? Just build a fucking raft and we'll be able to cross! Why bother going through all this trouble!?"

  Hans stood up, facing Otto, he smoothed his collar decisively, his demeanor towering, he firmly replied:

  "A real man would never do something such that.", his face was ridiculously serious. Otto couldn't hide his expression and burst out laughing.

  "You–", Hans grabbed Otto's collar, "will you stop it already!". The loud noise at the edge of the bushes attracted the attention of the lakeside muses, one of them called out:

  "Hey guys! What are you arguing about so early in the morning?", she said in fluent German, with a southern accent.

  Both of them suddenly froze, they can't believe their ears, turning to the girls who were staring at the grass where they were standing. Was it because they were standing too far away that they misheard, or did the girl really speak German?

  The two of them looked at each other in confusion for a while, Otto quickly replied in German: "Nothing!"

  How could the Mondstadt people know German? If so, could it be that our army had already infiltrated this deep here?

  Or were they traitors, infiltrating the civilian population here to avoid the war? Could a girl like that be so incredibly cowardly?

  No matter what, they had to step outside to clarity who those people were. The two men walked out, their faces disheveled and sloppy, causing the girls to laugh until their stomachs hurt.

  The two men blushed, only knowing to look down at the ground, scratching their heads and smiling awkwardly.

  "You two came here to play, no one has ever made us laugh that much.", the girl with chestnut brown hair waved over, her other hand covering her bright smile.

  Otto was stunned, he had never seen such a pure smile, the emerald green eyes attracted his gaze from the first moment they met, his chest was burning, as if on fire. Even though he was on the other side of the river, Otto could still clearly see the beauty of the chestnut brown haired girl on the other bank.

  Some kind of motivation urged him to go to the other side of the river to meet her, his face was red, looking like a ripe tomato.

  "What are you doing, little brat? Why your face is so red?" Hans teased.

  "Nothing, the sun is so hot that it's normal for your face to be red."

  Hans whistled, "Hey! Did you into that girl? Go play with her, I'll follow you."

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  "Shut up!"

  He stood there gloomily in the meadow for a while, then there was nothing else to do, the bridgehead was guarded by the SS, and even if he got in, Otto wouldn't be able to escape the eyes of the locals. If only there was a bridge that would bring him and her closer together..., Otto thought to himself.

  Although regretful, the two of them had to leave, it was almost noon, perhaps the hunting team had finished their mission long ago. The two soldiers turned back to get their coats, buttoned them up, and walked away, Otto turned his head and saw the girl watching his back as he left.

  "Come visit again next time!", although the echo was from afar, but enough to catch a few words, he smiled faintly, raised his head to look at the clear blue sky.

  "How beautiful this world is...", he said softly.

  Walking on the green steppe, above his head were white clouds, below his feet were filled with colorful flowers. Suddenly in his heart he thought of a peaceful place, only the joy of the years with someone.

  For a moment, Otto remembered his hometown, the streets looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was. He remembered a girl who was his first love in school, and the nights hanging with thousands of stars, she and he kept walking under those shining celestials, until one day she suddenly disappeared, without leaving a word of goodbye.

  Many people judged that was a love between a German and a devil, no! What did she do? She didn't do anything wrong!

  Otto wandered through his memories, searching for the fragments of memories he had carried with him. The shiny brown hair, the emerald green eyes, and the radiant smile she always gave him every summer night. Is that you, Rebekka? Answer me.

  That girl looked so familiar, his chest tightened every time he remembered what happened at the lake earlier, was that really her?

  "..."

  "Otto?"

  "?", Otto turned to him.

  "I don't want to tell you this, but...", he kept mumbling something in his mouth, as if he was hesitating, hiding something he accidentally knew.

  Otto looked at him for a long time, then asked again.

  "What is it?"

  Hans suddenly fell silent, saying nothing more. This guy was a man of his word, not telling anyone what he knew, unless it was already revealed.

  Otto saw that and muse.

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  That Adolf, he was a troublesome obstacle, even in the final moments of the Reich he was still a stubborn person.

  Himmler hated bitter Hitler's rock-head and arbitrary personality, but absolutely could not do anything to that Führer.

  "Do I have to be content to stand below him?" He asked himself. "Without this Himmler, and if I wouldn't have followed him since then, he would not be what he is today, and yet..."

  Unwilling, his heart was filled with something very unpleasant, only one ambition could help him to be satisfied: the Dictatorship Chair of him. Everyone coveted it, not an exception of those few brats thought that their cheap tricks could easily overturn the whole chessboard. And then the price those people had to pay was a full of humiliated death in front of the masses.

  Himmler put down his binoculars.

  "Obviously, this land of Teyvat is beautiful, perhaps that fort is nothing than just a hindrance.", he said calmly.

  In his mind, there is no longer any place better than this for Germans! Perhaps, this whole new world, will be where he one day have complete take control over it like a notorious tyrant.

  "Lebensborn must be deployed here soon after. The name of the Mondstadt1 has more or less the words of our Great Germany, it would be a pity if they did not realize it sooner."

  [ 1Mondstadt: Mond-stadt is Moon-city in English. ]

  He clicked his tongue, "The Günter gang is truly nothing more than a rabble that tarnishes the reputation of the Great German soldier."

  Himmler turned to Jürgen - the commander of the Third SS Division. "Am I right, Commander?"

  "Indeed, Günter is nothing more than a corrupt ideologist, there's no way the German people can accept living with the lowlifes in this world."

  "Then what should we do?"

  "Purge them."

  He laughed loudly, looking very satisfied with Jürgen's answer, "That's right!", he patted his shoulder.

  In the end, Mondstadt still couldn't escape the fate, no one could say anything, but Jürgen's SchutzStaffel army would definitely not be as merciful as Günter and the Wehrmacht before.

  Will the magic of the Knights of Favonius save their people from another invasion?