Capítulo 213: Chapter 211. Tønsberg (Part2)
"Father, are we really leaving Norway?"
In the dark castle, a middle-aged man with a solemn face looked at his old father and couldn't help asking.
"Since the time of our ancestors, our family has continuously worked here, building its foundation. If we leave it all behind, we'll have nothing."
"At least, we'll be able to survive." Replying to his son's question, the old man wiped his glasses in silence.
"The Nazis have advanced to the border, Poland is defeated, I've received word that King Haakon has intended to retreat to England, and the country has no fighters left."
"But ..."
The man was surprised by the information he received from his father. King Haakon had actually decided to abandon Norway, and if such news spread, the whole country would be thrown into chaos.
"No buts!"
Silently putting his glasses on, the old man blinked his cloudy eyes and looked at his son, "Norway is doomed. We won't get another chance to leave in the future."
The old man's words sounded harsh, and the man fell silent. He knew that his father's words were correct, but he couldn't accept them.
"I've contacted those people. After we sell everything we have in Norway, we'll leave for America. It's far away from the battles, and we'll be able to start anew." Looking at his silent son in front of him, the old man said something he couldn't believe himself, "When the war is over, we can come back. We'll get back on our feet with our contacts in the country."
"I understand, Father."
Although hope was faint, the old man's words at least gave the man hope. He nodded in silence and exited the study.
Within the study, silently watching his son leave, the old man sighed after a long pause.
Sitting back down, he removed his disguise and revealed a bewildered expression.
"It looks like you're a little confused?"
At that moment, a cold voice rang out from behind the old man.
"Who are you?"
Frowning, the old man turned to look behind him and saw a handsome blond man looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Me? My name is Dio Brando."
Approaching the old man, Dio looked down towards him, "And at the same time, the hope you have been looking for."
...
"They're coming!"
In Tønsberg, with the deafening sound of artillery fire, a man dressed as a militiaman ran into the church with hurried steps and shouted to a man inside the church.
"They have come before."
Struggling to walk down the stairs, the pale bearded old man went down and calmly replied.
"But this time is different."
"They won't be able to find it." In a low voice, the bearded man replied with a firm tone.
"But they seem a bit different this time..."
The bearded man's reply settled the worried mood of the militant a little. He looked up and scanned the layout of the church and then noticed something different. On the opposite wall, next to the fresco that originally depicted Yggdrasil, there appeared a mural that he had never seen in the past.
"What's this?"
Noticing this, a puzzled look passed over the militant's face, "The face on this mural ..."
However, before the man could reveal his inner doubts, in the next second, a heavy rumble from outside the church made his heart drop once more.
"They're here, the ..."
Relapsing into panic, the militia member shouted in alarm. He looked at the wall that was vibrating and producing cracks in front of him.
"Even if they come, they won't find ..."
Facing the flustered younger man, the white-bearded old man kept raising his voice. It was clear that this persuasion was no longer enough to calm him down.
Boom --
In the next moment, accompanied by a loud crash...
A large metal machine knocked down the church's door and the walls around it, sending a shower of debris straight into the panicked man beside the bearded old man.
"..."
Looking down at the fallen younger man, the bearded old man had no time to grieve. The next thing he saw was Nazi soldiers rushing in. He was pushed to the ground, and then they neatly lined up to push open the large stone coffin with an Odin carving.
"Stop, you have no idea what you're doing!"
Seeing the scene, the bearded old man subconsciously opened his mouth to stop them.
"We know exactly what we are doing."
As the old man warned, a slightly shrill voice came from the large opening at the church's wall. A man in a Nazi officer's uniform strode in. He looked at the old man who had fallen to the ground and gestured to his subordinates off to the side.
Pulling up the old man to his feet, Johann Schmidt raised a hand to straighten the other man's collar as he continued, "It took me a long time to find this place, you should be commended. I think that you are a man of great vision. And, in this way, we are much alike."
"I am nothing like you."
Faced with Schmidt's praise, the old man didn't hesitate to retort, "At least I'm trying to protect the world, not destroy it."
Schmidt: "How can you be sure that I'm destroying it?"
"Countless people have died."
"I'm here to create a perfect, pure world."
The old man knew that he wouldn't be able to convince a man as crazy as Schmidt, who had a clear objective. But he still spoke up, with a glimmer of hope, "What you seek is just a legend."
"Then why make such an effort to conceal it? "
With a mocking smile on his face, Schmidt walked towards the stone coffin and raised his hand to push the lid off. The entire lid fell to the ground.
With a crash, the stone coffin was opened, and the remains of a skeleton that was nothing but white bones appeared before Schmidt's eyes.
Schmidt looked down into the stone coffin. His eyes were first drawn to the transparent cube in the white bones' hands but then to the odd mask on the corpse's face.
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