WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

43 dovetail guide rail, I should write a review now.

Unfolding the newspaper and looking at the famous painting that resembled an emoji, the third edition of "The Shout," Sean didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

This painting was valued at $1.2 million in 2015, of course, at auction.

"Wait a minute, why is there another one?"

Sean noticed a painting of a woman holding a mouse below the scream.

"This is a personal gift from His Excellency Himm."

"Heinrich?" The SS chief? Sean didn't like this guy because he really wasn't a good person. This bespectacled guy was also a fanatical mystery worshipper, pursuing astrology and mystical powers—or so he'd seen online, of course.

However, he was different from the adventurer Goring; he wasn't greedy for money and was a workaholic.

Are we that close? He gave me a gift? Is he crazy?

"Yes, he idolizes Mr. Sean. You've created one miracle after another. He calls you the man who can change the course of destiny and is blessed by God."

Haha, God's protection, we call it a golden blessing, he must have gotten his head caught in a door, trying to pry open fate. "I should be the one spying on fate," Sean joked.

"Yes, I think so too. To express his goodwill, he gave you this painting, 'Lady with an Ermine,' which he obtained from Krakow, Poland, and hopes you will like it."

Hehe, you like it? When did I ever say I liked drawing?

"This wasn't borrowed from a Polish museum, was it?" Sean asked cautiously.

"No, this is a private collection."

That's good, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you like it? This is a famous painting by Leonardo da Vinci."

"Leonardo? Who?" Please say the full name.

Hanni smiled and said, "Sir, you're so funny. Your humor is innate. This is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci."

"Who did you say?" If you're talking about Leonardo da Vinci, then I won't be sleepy anymore.

Everyone knows Mona Lisa when you mention Leonardo da Vinci.

"You're saying this is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci?" My God, even if it's not the Mona Lisa, this painting isn't cheap. It's worth at least a small fortune, or even US dollars. No, just based on the name Leonardo da Vinci, it's probably worth more than a small fortune.

"Yes, this is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci." Seeing Sean's surprised expression, Hanni was certain that he liked it; she had guessed correctly. Compared to medals, Lord Sean preferred these artistic pieces.

He loves everything, from famous paintings and sculptures to castles.

"I find it a bit hard to accept." After all, it was borrowed. What if someone asks for it back later?

"It's alright. After all, your achievements are unparalleled. Hiram is very kind to you, and I hope you like it."

War is a mess. The items in the British Museum and the Louvre were not bought; they were borrowed. If there is any explanation, they must all be returned.

Hanni thought this was normal; everyone else was using this as an excuse, so why couldn't we?

I don't like it at all. "Can I return it?"

Hanni shook her head slightly, with an expression that said she was not responsible for the goods once they left the store.

Another hundred million is stuck in my hands, maybe several hundred million.

You guys are really something else, truly hidden millionaires, completely oblivious to the joys of being rich.

"Okay, but where do I put these things?" Can these things be displayed?

Certainly not.

"I will preserve it properly for you. If you want to display it, you will need to buy a new house or a piece of land and build a suitable residence yourself. You will like a collection room. Of course, if you go to Berlin, all of this will not be a problem. You have Moritz Castle."

I can't afford a house, I haven't even paid off my loan yet, let alone buy land.

Go to Berlin? Unless you're crazy, you might get placed under house arrest.

Sean pointed to the two paintings, "Put them away for me."

"It's my pleasure. By the way, Mr. Sean, how do you mount sights on a firearm?"

"How do you usually do it?"

"Fixed on top."

That would certainly be inconvenient.

Sean thought for a moment, realizing he couldn't make a Picatinny rail right now. "Do you know what a dovetail rail is?"

"Dovetail guide rail?"

Sean crouched down, dipped his hand in the water from the mop, and drew on the floor.

Hanni stared blankly at the picture on the ground.

What does this have to do with weapons?

An object with a small hole on it?

"This is a rail made using a machine tool. You attach it to the gun, and when you need weapon accessories, you can mount the scope, grip, or similar items on the rail. For example, on a rifle, this makes it easier to aim down sights."

"My God, this is so convenient! How did you come up with this? You're like an omnipotent god!" Hanni exclaimed excitedly. "Sir, please wait a moment."

"Wait a minute, go to Los Angeles and find a precision factory to make a sample for me."

"OK."

Back at the apartment, Hanni excitedly sent Sean's ideas to Berlin.

Sean picked up his mop and started mopping the floor.

"Sir, let me do it." Hannie, having finished her business, snatched the mop from Sean's hand.

Okay, then what should I do?

"Marilyn Monroe, let's go shopping."

Marilyn Monroe immediately rushed out of the room, "Let's go."

The two didn't drive; Sean walked while looking down at the little guy beside him.

"Shouldn't you go to school? Junior high students are about to have their summer break."

"I don't want to go."

Why?

"I just don't want to go, I think it's boring."

Marilyn Monroe kicked at the pebbles on the ground.

"But I hope you can go to school."

"You didn't go to school either, did you?"

Sean choked on his words. Yes, he had never been to school either.

Sean led Monroe to Abbotson's General Store.

"If, and I mean if you're happy, I can give it a try."

"Actually, I sent you to school not so that you could go to university, but so that you could meet more people your age, make more friends, and have more happiness."

"I have friends now, Jason, and Dean downstairs."

"Okay, but I still have to go to school." Sean pushed open the door of the grocery store.

As soon as the two stepped inside, the sales clerk exclaimed happily, "Sean, it's been a long time!"

"A week isn't a long time," Marilyn said, pouting as she walked toward the snack area.

What happened to Marilyn Monroe?

Sean smiled apologetically at the sales clerk. "Adolescence."

"Haha, I wasn't a good boy when I was young either. By the way, did you know? Your comments have recently sparked a heated debate, with everyone arguing about it."

"Really? You're doubting my bragging again?" Sean laughed self-deprecatingly, seemingly unable to shake off this curse.

"No, this time people are discussing whether Germany can completely conquer Norway and how long it will take. No one is questioning your prediction this time, after all, Germany already controls central and southern Norway."

"I think they'll probably shift their focus."

Why?

"Because Norway has been difficult to conquer, but Germany still has a large number of idle troops, as well as the Netherlands, Belgium, and France in the Low Countries of Europe. As for Greece in the Balkans, it is too far away from Germany and the logistical pressure is too great. Next, Germany will attack the countries in front of it."

"France? Impossible, that's France." As a long-established European power, France has a world-class army and the formidable Maginot Line.

The salesperson couldn't believe it.

I knew it.

When it comes to other countries, people might be skeptical, but when it comes to France, nobody believes them.

Okay, I should at least do something. Last time, Britain and France wouldn't listen to advice, and France even mocked me for having a conspiracy. But as a decent person, I should still do my part. I can't always be Germany's American hero. What if things turn out after the war? Sean can't guarantee that Germany will win under his influence. It's better to be safe.

Sean and Monroe bought some food and took a red car to the long-missed Los Angeles Times.

Upon seeing Sean, the receptionist happily led the two upstairs and took Marilyn aside.

"So, what brings you here today?" O'Connor was riding high lately because of Sean's return.

Write a comment.

"Really? That's great! What should we write about this time?"

"Germany may turn its attention to attacking the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, and France."

"What did you say? I must have misheard you, right? I must have misheard you. Germany attacking four countries simultaneously? You must be joking!"

Do you think I don't know if he's joking or not? I learned this in history books. Sean's gaze was firm, which calmed O'Connor down.

"Seriously, you're not kidding? Damn! Four countries, that's four! Plus France's ally, Britain, that's one against five!"

No one would believe such crazy talk.

Looking at O'Connor's expression, Sean knew it all too well. No one would believe it, but Germany was just that ruthless this time.