Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 234 Speech and Courage

Himmler blushed for his merits.

After getting acquainted with it during this period of time, he knew that merit points are extremely precious.Like him now, staying in the branch and making leaflets for a whole day is only 2 points of merit, even if he goes to the street to distribute leaflets, it is only 3 points for the whole day.

And distributing leaflets is still very dangerous. He has also distributed them a few times. If they are distributed to those foreigners, some conflicts will inevitably occur, and it is still good to be scolded. It is more commonplace.His own level of martial arts is not high, he is just an official warrior, and it is not easy to show some special skills of the gendarmerie. After being beaten a few times, he gave up the task of distributing leaflets.

But the merit points needed to exchange for martial arts are so high, that is, the cheapest light work "Flying on the Green Grass" costs a full 3000 merit points. Looking at the merit points in his account that have just broken through double digits, Himmler I can't help but feel sad.

Moreover, this merit point can neither be traded nor paid for. It can only be used by oneself, and can only be earned by one's own ability.Even the tasks cannot be done on behalf of each other. After the division leaders are assigned, they can only do their own things. Except for a few cooperative tasks, they can only help each other with small favors at most.And as a rookie, those tasks with higher merit point rewards must not be his turn.Himmler can only rely on the simplest tasks with the least rewards to accumulate hard.

However, Master "Silver Eagle" asked for it as soon as possible, and it was an order he personally issued. If he continues like this, he may be punished.

Thinking of the in-team punishment of the gendarmerie, Himmler couldn't help shivering, not daring to think about it anymore.

Hope to have a good job today.

After praying, Himmler walked into the small building of the branch office.

"Huh?" Seeing the people behind the lecture, Himmler couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

Today, the one who distributed tasks to everyone was not the head of the Ziller branch who has always been cold-faced and busy with tasks all day long, but the slightly chubby deputy head and secretary of the branch, Ron.

Vice Minister Ron is different from Branch Chief Ziller. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and always has a cheerful smile on his face. He often helps everyone and solves problems on weekdays. The popularity here has always been good.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly: "Minister Ziller has collected all his merit points and is now studying at the headquarters. During this time, I will be in charge of the work of the branch. I hope everyone will be doing well as usual." work and get the job done.”

His announcement immediately caused an uproar in the audience:
"What? So fast? How could it be so fast? I only saved more than 100 points."

"It's only been a few months, and the minister is full? It's not so fast."

"No, the minister must have changed to the sword technique. This "Wind Sword: The Song of Autumn" needs 5000 points, and "The Secret Technique of the Sword Technique: Blazing Flames" needs a full 6500 points. How could it be so fast?"

"Even if, even if the minister can get the award every month, it's not so fast."

"No, it's possible! Don't forget, all the tasks are in the hands of the branch chief. He picks out those with high merit points to do it himself, and does it all day long. Of course, he can save so much!"

"It's no wonder we're all doing missions that don't pay off. If things go on like this, when will I be able to collect all my merit points?"

"Who asked someone to be the head of the branch? If you were the head of the branch, wouldn't you think about yourself? It's the same!"

"Everyone, don't be so sour. Even if the branch chief intercepts all the tasks, you still have to do it yourself? Some tasks are given to you, have you done it?"

"Okay, okay, everyone is now the backbone of the organization. When our party grows and grows, we will become leaders at that time. Isn't this meritorious point easy to reap?"

"Hey, anyway, let's get through the qualifications first, and now there are more or less meritorious points to start with, that is to say, it will be a little later to exchange for martial arts."

"Oh, that's a top-notch sword technique. I really don't know what it's like."

After everyone's discussion subsided, Deputy Minister Ron continued: "This leader naturally has a leader's approach, which can be regarded as an example for everyone. It is inconvenient for us to discuss too much. No matter what, this task still needs to be completed by everyone." Yes, first of all there are 3 combat-type missions, each with a minimum of 20 points, which can only be accepted by those above the warrior level."

"What? 20 points? Or the lowest? When did you have such an exaggerated task?" Someone's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Needless to say, these are of course the exclusive tasks of the former branch chief." Someone couldn't wait: "I'm a great warrior, good at short spears, and I'm not afraid of anything! I want to take one!"

As time went on, all the high-value tasks were allotted at once. Seeing the tasks that were several times richer than usual, and thinking about the merit points that were about to be credited, everyone's faces were filled with satisfied smiles.

Then, there are some daily tasks.Fortunately, the amount of tasks is still sufficient now, and Himmler finally no longer needs to print leaflets in the branch with a bunch of new members. He was assigned two speech tasks and one errand task.

Although these were never done, Himmler knew something about them.

The speech task is based on a scoring system. There will be special evaluators to observe your speech. If the speech is effective, you can even get a full 10 merit points, which is equivalent to printing a leaflet for 5 days!The efficiency has really increased by five times!
But obviously, this perfect score is very difficult to get. On weekdays, Himmler also went to watch the speeches of several master speakers, and even went to the headquarters to watch the speeches of the party leaders.It was really proficient, and the speech was interpreted to a state of perfection, which made people amazed and sighed.

The errand task has not yet arrived, and it will take a few days. Himmler is going to complete a speech task first.

Of course, you can't just go there directly, take the various speech materials, speech models, and emergency response guidance issued by the headquarters, and study those thick materials for a full two days.Himmler had just stood in the center of the Pankow district, at the junction of the market and the residential area, on the busiest street, and was about to start his first speech.

However, the speech was not as simple as he thought.

Looking at the crowd in front of him, Himmler was very nervous. His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his throat.He kept taking deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

He sorted out his clothes in a panic, and at the same time sorted out his thoughts.

What are you going to do at the beginning?How did this first step start?right!Be loud, be the first to catch people, and attract everyone!

Use the classic beginning, the most practical beginning, to make everyone stop!Yes, don't panic, speak loudly!
By the way, where are the reviewers?No, now is not the time to care about these things, the first thing to do is to finish the speech well, don't think about the reviewers.
Finally, after hesitating for a long time, Himmler summoned up his courage and began his speech: "My countrymen! We have been living in misery! We..."

"Snapped!"

An egg flew from nowhere and hit him heavily on the head. The viscous egg liquid slid down his carefully arranged hair and flowed onto his specially ironed clothes.

Of course, it also interrupted his speech.

It was an old woman with a hunched back carrying a basket, and she was cursing crazily: "You damn nationalists! You should all go to hell! We Sorbs haven't done anything bad! You damned You guys, why are you pouring dirty water on us all day long! You have the guts to oppose those Junker nobles, why do you come to discredit us?"

Himmler was at a loss for a moment, feeling the glances of the people around him, he felt as if he had been stripped clean and was standing naked on the street, which made him want to hide his face and run away.

To be honest, he doesn't hate the Sorbs at all, he's not very Jewish, he doesn't hate the Gypsies, he doesn't hate any aliens, but, for merit points and for the mission of Lord "Silver Eagle", he has to stand Here, trying every means to discredit and discredit them, to incite other people to hate them, and even trigger riots to hurt them, all of these run counter to his conscience in the bottom of his heart, and make him feel ashamed.

But he can't just leave, because there are reviewers!

It's one thing whether a speech is good or bad, at most it's just 1 point, take 1 point of merit to talk about comfort.

But walking away is another matter. If he just leaves like this, he will be recorded as a bad record, and a large amount of merit points will be deducted from him. Even, his superiors will doubt his loyalty to the organization. At this time, there is a possibility of expelling him from the organization!
Now, he had to refute, he had to take back the initiative, and he had to unceremoniously suppress this old woman verbally!
This is the response plan clearly written in the "Guidelines for Responding to Emergencies During Speech".

Himmler was heartbroken, and he would rather be stabbed with a knife, but he still took a step, mechanically, and told the poor old woman what he thought he would never say no to. Exit words: "No! You are the ones who should go to hell! You are the Sorbs! You are the cancer of the whole of Germany! You."

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Himmler didn't know when the speech ended, or how effective it was, let alone how he walked home.

He only knew that he kept talking, yelling, yelling, and what he said were all things he didn't understand, didn't agree with, and didn't want to say.

It was the devil's whisper, that was Satan's whisper, that was Lucifer's wild laughter, but that was not his own voice.

Himmler had never felt so fragile, so cold all over his body, so painful.

He didn't deal with the stains on his body, he just lay on the bed, curled up in the quilt, shaking and crying, trying to escape the darkness and forget those memories.

However, one cannot hide under the covers for a lifetime, and the next morning still came, and he still had to face this cruel world head on.

After a little cleaning and tidying up, Himmler walked towards the small building of the branch with heavy steps.

"Oh, isn't this Himmler? I heard that you performed very well in your speech yesterday!" Someone came up to say hello.

"I heard that you got 8 points, but it's not something you can achieve casually. In our entire branch, no one can get 8 points with more than one hand!" Some people envied.

"Eight points, after these two speeches, it's 16 points of merit, my dear, it's more than my two weeks of merit points!" Someone was jealous.

"Himmler, can't you tell, you're usually quiet, but you're a good speaker after all." Someone approached.

"Hey, you don't look very well, what's the matter? Are you sick? Or was it too hard yesterday?" Someone pretended to be concerned.

But Himmler ignored them, walked straight to Deputy Minister Ron, and said softly, "I'll do that errand task."

"Oh, it's Himmler. You performed well yesterday. I'm very optimistic about you!" Deputy Minister Ron patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Are you doing errands now? Don't wait until the next speech is over?"

"No, I'll do errands first." Himmler replied quickly, at least for this period of time, he didn't have the courage to give another speech.

"Oh, okay." Deputy Minister Ron took out a small suitcase from under the desk: "This errand task is not far away, here are the various reports and some budget reports of our branch last week, you send them to the headquarters That’s good, if there are any documents from the headquarters, bring them back together. Oh, by the way, you know where the headquarters is.”

"Yes." Himmler replied softly.

"Oh, this, your complexion doesn't look very good, is your body okay?" Vice Minister Ron spoke with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." Himmler shook his head again and again: "It's just that I stayed up late last night studying speech skills and didn't sleep well."

"That's good. However, even though it's only a 4 o'clock task, don't relax. These documents cannot be searched by the gendarmerie." Deputy Minister Ron said earnestly, and patted Himmler on the shoulder again with a smile : "I am very optimistic about you, work hard."

After taking the small suitcase and saying goodbye to Deputy Minister Ron, Himmler walked out of the small building of the branch and rushed towards the headquarters.

The Pankow district of the headquarters is some distance away, almost spanning more than half of Berlin. Himmler walked while thinking about the future.

Like the situation in yesterday's speech, he said that he didn't want to go through it again. He would even go to the battlefield with a weapon, and he didn't want to give a speech on the street.

He would rather stab each other with a gun than to meet the eggs flying one by one, the cursing abuse, the eyes of hatred and disgust.

Although, he knew that he didn't have to be afraid of these, his organization would support him, inspire him, give him shelter, and give him strength, but all of these things did not give him courage at all.

All the way in silence, without any surprises or dangers, he came to the Berlin headquarters of the German Communist Party, that inconspicuous small building.

After strict inspection and comparison, he was released into the small building.

The small building is full of desks, and clerks running around and handing over work one after another. The voices of various orders and inquiries come one after another, and the tense working atmosphere blows over the face, which makes people clearly feel the party. amazing vitality.

After handing over the documents to the headquarters, Himmler was about to leave when he heard a noise.

It was an ordinary-looking young man reprimanding his subordinates, and a group of people trembled in front of him: "I don't care, I need at least 50 people, preferably those who have just entered the organization, qualified and reliable members, and do not require strength. Take charge of teaching them yourself!"

Himmler certainly knew this young man. He was the Chief of Staff of the German Communist Party, one of the Big Three at the headquarters, and the third person in the entire party, Matt Damon!

(End of this chapter)