The sky was gray.

Randolph Churchill had not eaten the next day, and the emptiness of hunger and the fear of death were as suffocating as pressing a man into water, and sometimes there were sudden screams of despair in his ears, and then a few gunshots, and everything was quiet again, as usual, eerily quiet.

Randolph took his eyes off the window to look at this small place of more than forty square meters, there was a sofa next to the window, and on the opposite side of the window was a kitchen that had been useless for a long time, and he looked to the left, an ordinary old piano, the whole room was so simple that he was immediately familiar with it when he first came, and even if he was blind, he could live here freely.

Hungry, he left the window and slowly paced to the piano like a walking corpse, his hands resting lightly on the keys, taking a light breath, his fingers flying skillfully in the air, and his song of fate playing in his head. However, his fingers did not press the keys, and there was silence around him, because he had to live quietly, as if there was no one in this world.

Once upon a time, Randolph was still a standard second-generation official, the son of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and the scenery was infinite. But in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a situation like a street rat.

The Germans had occupied the city of London for several days, and Randolph, who had received the news in advance, was lucky enough to hide in this corner, so he escaped being captured by the Germans.

Perhaps, Randolph was able to escape the fate of being captured because the Duke of Gott, who was in power, kindly let him go, and did not take him with him, as he did with Churchill. Or perhaps, now he is just a small person, not worthy of being remembered by those at the top.

So, when the British government moved to the island of Ireland as a whole, as the son of Churchill, the former prime minister of the British Empire, Randolph did not leave London with him, but chose to hide quietly in this bombed city.

Now, he is probably hiding in a small warehouse that has been fought over to its original owner. The only window facing the warehouse, where the door was located, had largely collapsed. And shortly after Randolph entered, the door to the first floor was locked from the outside by presumably the German soldiers who were maintaining law and order, presumably because the Germans redistributed the people of the neighborhood in order to maintain law and order.

The thick dust and cobwebs that filled the eyes gave a sense of ruin that no one was there, and no one knew that there was a hole about the size of an egg in the corner of the wall next to the door, which was the only connection between Randolph and the outside world, and the source of his life, through which his friends had previously delivered him life supplies.

After all, he is the son of a former prime minister, and even in this troubled era, even if most of the people in London are hungry, there are always people in the class that Randolph knows who can easily get enough food.

However, on the day that the Liberians fully occupied the north bank of the Thames in London, Randolph's friends never brought him food at the appointed time.

At that time, Randolph had a premonition of his own fate and that of England as a whole......

Relying on the previous stock of a dozen cooked potatoes and seven pots of water in military kettles, he barely survived the first two days without receiving supplies.

But in the future......

"How long have I been here? 3 days?4 days? Ah~ It's going to be at least 6 days! Landorf only dared to think silently in his heart, as if he had been born mute. After all, he knew that it was all German troops outside, and even the entire island of Great Britain was already filled with Allied troops.

After pulling the corners of his mouth with a wry smile helplessly, he walked to the chair and lay down, squinting his eyes and emptying his body, letting time pass slowly.

In a trance, Randolph seemed to come to a cozy room, and he saw a face of his dreams: "Mansi, Mansi, I'm ......" He said and his eyes moistened instantly.

In the hallucination, the woman named Mansi gently touched his mouth with her index finger: "Shhhh I know, I love you too, live well......"

As he spoke, the woman's body became more and more transparent, and Randolph tried to grab her, but he found that he couldn't touch her at all.

For a moment, Randolph was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and kept muttering: "Don't go, Mancy, don't leave me!" ”

In the hallucinations, Mansi seems to be completely unable to hear what Randolph is saying, and she always keeps smiling, slowly disappearing like dissipating smoke, and disappearing at the last moment.

"No!" Randolph screamed in pain and cried on his knees. Suddenly, the world around him was rapidly twisting and changing, and for some reason he came to a crowded road, and the crowd was moving quickly in one direction in a hurry, only to hear the "Run!" "Help!" “......”

Randolph didn't have time to think about it and was about to get up when he subconsciously looked overhead, and a cannonball came straight at him like an eye.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded, and Randolph awoke from his trance-like dream.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was silence around him, until Randolph subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, which were already covered with tears.

"Mansi ......." The corners of his mouth opened a few times, but he didn't make a sound after all.

......

Berlin, Germany.

"Madam Mansigtler, I would like to thank you for your contribution to the Empire!"

In Reinhardt's Führer's residence, Reinhardt was personally thanking Mansi: "You are one of the most prominent intelligence agents in the Empire who penetrated into Britain. I must thank you on behalf of the Empire, for your role in this war is at least equal to the value of an infantry division! ”

"It is my greatest honor, dear Führer." Mansi still maintains her signature smile, just like she has shown in England over the years, with a touching temperament.

Born in Hungary in 1908, Mansi was soon notified by the secret police to go to England to assist in the espionage work of German intelligence agents in Germany after Reinhardt made Hungary a province in the south.

With his beauty, Mansi infiltrated the British high society and successfully married Lord Howard, the son of an English earl of Effingham. Later, with the title of "Lord Howard", Mansi became more comfortable in the high social circles, and became a famous "courtesan" in the London aristocratic circle at that time.

Whenever Mansi used her beauty to extract important information from the British military and political leaders, she would go to a hair salon called "Anthony" in the upper neighborhood of Dove Street in London, and under the cover of hairstyling, she would hand over the information to the German intelligence agents who came to contact her.

Mansi then appeared at various social cocktail parties in London until he met Churchill's son, Randolph Churchill.

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