I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 383 Are you...Ekaterina?
The middle-aged man exhaled a deep breath, found a place to sit down, and looked at Tesla.

"So, your meeting with me can't be a coincidence, right?"

"Maybe, actually I don't know for sure." Tesla said, "At that time, I was being hunted by the Tsar, but the place of escape was not Switzerland, but Moscow."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes slightly. He could understand what Tesla meant.
He entered the pub in Moscow, but he entered from Switzerland.
But it was always a tavern.

Tesla found a sofa in a corner of the office and sat down, "He is not an ordinary person."

The middle-aged man stared at him quietly, "It seems that you also know other things."

Tesla was silent for a moment and said, "That's all I can say. I once promised a person to keep some things secret."

"Is it the source of those technologies in your brain that transcend the times?" the middle-aged man asked.

Tesla had no words.

The middle-aged man did not continue to ask, "Then Paul I is really related to that person?"

"I don't know either." Tesla shook his head and said, "However, he has met Catherine II, so I think it is possible."

"In that case, this existence must be at least a hundred years old." The middle-aged man murmured in a low voice.

Tesla said at this time, "I think they should have nothing to do with it. Because he was the one who pushed us to meet each other. If the current Romanov family is really his blood, he would not do such a thing." .”

The middle-aged man crossed his hands slowly on his chest, his eyes lowered and his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Even I don't know much more than you do." Tesla said, "He and we exist in two worlds. After more than 100 years, he still looks like that, which only shows that he is much older than we think.

He may have witnessed countless histories, been a king and a rich man.

His long lifespan and inhuman strength are enough for him to possess everything in the world.

But obviously, he may be tired of all this, or he may not despise everything in the world. He enjoys life in that tavern and receives guests over the years.
Our lives may be just an episode compared to his, and the same may be true for Ekaterina.

Therefore, we do not need to discuss him here, because the discussion will not lead to results, and there is no need to worry about his purpose, because even this entire country is within easy reach for him, and there is no need to bother. "

"You speak highly of him." The middle-aged man said.

"I know more information than you do," Tesla said.

The middle-aged man nodded.

Tesla was silent for a moment and continued, "Actually, I have another plan, and I may need your help."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his head and looked at him.

Tesla stood up slowly, walked behind his desk, and looked at the entire St. Petersburg through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

"I have a way to end this war, and possibly all future wars."

"What?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Today's war is nothing more than countries in the world feel that they can gain benefits through war. Reshuffle the world situation.

But if the cost of war can be suddenly increased for all countries in the world, and they can be made to know that there is no benefit at all from war, and they will even pay a huge price, then the war will naturally stop. "

The middle-aged man seemed to realize something, but he continued to ask, "What are you going to do?"

Tesla turned his head, his deep sunken eyes filled with a determination to bear his guilt.

"One weapon, one that is enough to destroy the world or a city is enough. This weapon will be owned by the core countries of the world. Each country will form a check and balance on each other."

The middle-aged man's face gradually became serious, "You know, you may open Pandora's box. You will be infamy from now on and be despised by thousands of people."

"Every technological advancement will bring unknown results, but humans will not stop because of this." Tesla said quietly, "Do you believe that even if I don't create such a weapon, such a weapon will Emerge in the future. History has shown this from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age to the Iron Age all the way to the invention of gunpowder.”

"So if that's the case, why didn't I create it? Why didn't it appear earlier? How many wars would it avoid?"

Tesla put his hands behind his back and spoke firmly. Obviously, he had thought about it for many days and nights.

"This war has reached this level. Unless more powerful weapons appear, there will be no change in the situation of the war.

Germany has the foundation of this technology, so we must be one step ahead of them.

Otherwise, history will turn into an unknown node.

In that world, the soil on which your ideals depend will become very thin. "

The middle-aged man frowned and slowly stood up from his chair. As he walked around the office, anyone could see the anxiety in his heart.

"Perhaps hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of people will die from this."

"But that is to save tens or even hundreds of millions of people in the future." Tesla said with sincere eyes, "Believe me, my friend. Please also believe that humans, our descendants, will do the right thing." choose."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply, "What do you want me to do?"

Tesla's eyes flashed with a glimmer, "All support."

The sky covered the night sky. The moonlight tonight was very bright, lighting up the entire sky and the entire St. Petersburg.

Nicholas II stayed in a bedroom on the west side of the Winter Palace. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the city where he grew up.He had seen this view so many times that he was even bored by it.

But somehow, he wanted to see more of the city right now.

Perhaps it was because, no matter what decision that group of people made, they would never leave this kind of city.
He actually prefers St. Petersburg as it was in the past, pure and natural, with good air and not so many chimneys and pipes.

So he had the idea of ​​transferring the factory in St. Petersburg to Moscow in these years, like Britannia, and issued some air protection laws.

But before the bill was released, the war began.

This bedroom used to be the place where he slept, so there was nothing unaccustomed to living here.

The only drawback is that I have lost my freedom and cannot leave without their consent.

But according to his current status, this is already the best treatment.

If we follow the endings of the conquered kings in history, even if they are lucky enough to survive, their lives will be worse than death and they will suffer humiliation.

To be honest, when I negotiated terms with the middle-aged man before, I never thought he would agree.

But after all, it was death anyway, and if he could get a glimmer of hope for his wife and daughter, he wouldn't give up.

I have to say that this group of people is indeed different from ordinary people.

Nicholas II could feel that the middle-aged man had qualities that were different from the others.

He couldn't use words to accurately describe what this quality was.

If I use a metaphor to describe it, it is when people stand at the crossroads shrouded in darkness, no one knows where they should go, and they fall into confusion.

He will be the one who walks at the front with a lantern and guides people in the direction without hesitation.

Compared to him, he was like the person who led people around at the crossroads.

"What are you thinking right now?"

At this time, a sudden sound in his ear startled him.

He turned his head and saw a girl beside him.

She has very short, somewhat neutral, ear-length hair, and wears a vest, a pair of trousers, and leather boots, a very smart outfit.

She looks about seven or eight years old, but she gives off the maturity and stability of a middle-aged person in their forties.

She put her hands behind her back, and her blue eyes were like a lake reflecting moonlight. The bright silver light shattered all the tranquility in the world and spread it on the lake.

But under this calm lake surface, there is a deep and surging undercurrent.

She is Ekaterina.

It was Christmas break time at Hogwarts, so she had time to come here.

"Who are you?" Nicholas II said.

"Who do you think I am?" Ekaterina asked.

Nicholas II had a look of confusion on his face. He originally thought it was the girl who had sneaked in and hid here during the previous parade.

But this room was his, and he knew exactly where to hide.

He was extremely sure that there was no one in the room when he came in.

Moreover, the door was locked at the moment. There were people stationed outside the door and under the floor-to-ceiling window. It was impossible for anyone to come in.

He stared quietly into those blue eyes, and for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

As time went by, this feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and the portrait of Catherine II appeared in his mind involuntarily.

The eyes of the girl in front of her are almost exactly the same as those of the great emperor, but with a few more years of precipitation and baptism.

A guess emerged in Nicholas II's mind, and soon, a sense of absurdity covered this guess.

"You probably didn't expect to see me."

Ekaterina said calmly.

She turned her head and looked into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Peter's worthless bloodline is indeed not good enough. For so many years, no decent monarch has appeared. You are even more ridiculous. You have even lost the country."

Hearing the girl's sarcasm, Nicholas II was not angry at all. Instead, he was sure of something.

He muttered in disbelief and uncertainty.

"You...are Catherine II?"

(End of this chapter)