Chapter 143: Conflict Stirs in the East
Bruno awoke the next day, by now in the Winter of 1907. The man's estate in Berlin was fully constructed. Though a luxury home befitting an actual prince, Bruno had made sure the building was constructed out of materials that made it a fortified stronghold.
Its appearance as a normal palace was... misleading, to say the least. Whether it was the actual layout of the estate, or the foundations it was built upon. This literal palace was far from as vulnerable as others across the world. In fact, it was the modern equivalent of an ancient castle.
One would need to drop a bomb of significant size directly on the estate's primary residence in order to damage it in any meaningful capacity. Breaching the doors and windows? Not an option. Even a company of stormtroopers would have difficulty gaining access to Bruno's new family home.
Simply put, as long as total war did not reach Berlin, or God forbid, nuclear Armageddon begin. Bruno's family was safe and sound from any would be assassins. And this did not simply extend to their residence, but also their means of transportation, with the family car being rather covertly fortified against small arms.
In an attempt to compel the Russians to join together with the former central powers from Bruno's past life. The man had made himself a target of a shadowy organization whose reach was entirely unknown to him.
There was no telling when some random civilian might try to end his life, or worse, try to get to him through his family. Because of this, Bruno's family had armed security wherever they went, and that, of course, extended to the estate.
As Bruno sat in his new extensive dining hall, a servant in his employ handed him his coffee. His wife and children were all gathered at the table, which was far too long for them all. It was intended to entertain many guests when the need arose.
Frankly speaking, Bruno, in his new lavish attire, had a rather dull expression, one which Heidi instantly noticed and commented upon as the man read the newspaper.
"Anything interesting in the papers? Or are you perhaps still sour about moving away from our quaint old manor?"
Naturally, the reason for Bruno's foul expression was the latter. Though there was, of course, an interesting mention in the paper. Which he was quick to announce as if it was the cause of his rather displeased attitude.