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He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

“You reap what you sow. Although Mr. Hiller is defined as a fascist, no one in the country hated him, and I agree with his gambling spirit. “To earn a bigger profit, one must be willing to invest a bigger capital!” Of course, Javier knew which Mr. Hiller Adolf was referring to—the famous one during the second war. After that, the world called him a murderer and a fascist, but one thing was for sure. Hildegard had risen in his hands and was called the Hildegarde tank. If one only looked at his contribution, he still deserved to be admired in certain aspects. Javier patted Adolf’s shoulder. “I think you’re like a second Yamatoto.”

A comment related to this flashed through my mind. [Anonymous1: Just give him hardcore early education from childhood and it’s solved.] └ Anonymous2: ??? What education └ Anonymous1: If he gets into art school, he won’t become a war criminal. I’d save him lol thanks Like Anonymous1’s comment…… what if he was sent to art school? What if support was given generously from childhood, pushing him hard to become an art master? What if the very possibility of Hitler leading war and massacre was eliminated……? “Ugh!”

Because I don't want to starve to death. I took my bag then took the breakfast box of my Boos then walked to my door. After locking the door I mounted my bike and drove off to my office. When I reached my desk, I placed my bag on the table first and then went inside of his cabin. I tidied up his cabin and placed the breakfast box on the table in a safe place. And then left his cabin. I was working on last night's task and suddenly I heard others' voices of greetings. That indicates that Hitler is here.

he stopped while I tried to digest the words. He continued, “During the First World War, Hitler served in Belgium and France as a gefreiter, the equivalent of a lance corporal in the British army. He was a runner, the most dangerous job in the army and was often exposed to enemy fire. In 1916, Hitler was wounded around the waist, impairing his sexual potency for good. He had a fiancée, Mimi Reiter in the 1920s, and later had a mistress, Eva Braun. He also had a close bond with his half-niece Geli Raubal, which some pundits have claimed was sexual, though there is no evidence to prove this. All three women attempted suicide; two succeeded. The reasons could be his sexual fetishes. You must re

At the other far end, stood Hitler, and his wolf, he had a long axe, like the logo on his belt head. He was facing a very big wolf. The hugest wolf I've seen my entire lifetime. He was just standing, bloods that weren't his, were drooling over his axe and arms. All his body was all drenched in cold red. I was confused on why he was there though.