I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 98 A Letter to Gandalf

After a slight hesitation, Luther's thoughts flowed freely, inspiration surged, and lines of text emerged from his pen:

Dear friend:

It is as if we are meeting in person. This letter is for your reference.

You might be surprised when you receive this letter. The Boston night is beautiful; the Charles River flows quietly, its surface shimmering with moonlight.

As I write this letter to you, it's raining outside, which reminds me of that muddy night at the Fromere front, when you lay beside me and said that if we made it back alive, we would drink to our hearts' content at the best beer hall in Munich.

Fortunately, we not only survived, but we also went further on our respective paths than we ever imagined.

I am writing to you today, firstly to offer my greetings. I have heard about your remarkable achievements in Germany and would like to extend my congratulations.

Luther paused briefly at this point, unsure of what to write next.

In 1927, Gandalf was no ordinary writer; he was already a minor leader, controlling an entire political party.

This party is tightly organized with an intelligence network that spans all of Germany; its members are everywhere in Munich.

By this time, this friend's position within the party was unshakeable. Just recently, around August, they even held a party congress in Nuremberg, where Gandalf delivered a brilliant speech.

So right now, if Luther needs anyone's help, he certainly has the ability to do so.

However, this would mean owing someone a favor, however small.

He didn't want to have anything to do with his subordinate, but the situation forced him to ask for his help, as Luther, who was not yet powerful, had no choice but to rely on him.

He then continued writing in the letter:

"Besides this, there's something else I might need your help with."

"I've recently run into a little trouble because of an American company, in that industry you and I are familiar with—the arms trade. Currently, their main business is in Europe, specifically the Winchester family. Now I've received some bad news that they have some shady dealings in Germany that could have a very negative impact on the entire country. Because you and I both know that arms can make people radical, can make people crazy, and I don't want my homeland to fall into chaos."

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with me, but this family might ruin the situation that the country has worked so hard to maintain.

You don't need to be there in person; someone can handle it for you. If you find anything, please mail it to us using a method we both understand.

Luther paused again at this point, deleting and revising repeatedly until he was finally satisfied.

He couldn't directly say that he was standing up for Jia; he had to find a legitimate and appropriate reason, and after thinking it over, this was the most suitable one.

This way, I can obtain some evidence while allowing the other party to gain some benefits, which is a win-win situation.

It was 1:30 a.m. when I finished writing the letter. The rain was drizzling outside the window, and the moonlight had disappeared behind the clouds.

Luther took a cold shower and suddenly heard a woman moaning upstairs. The sound was soft and intermittent, but it was easy to tell that she was enjoying it.

He closed his eyes, lay on the bed, and couldn't help but think about his hot spring trip with Jiya.

Almost an hour passed, and the sound continued intermittently, which impressed Luther.

"My father-in-law is still as sharp as ever..."

...............

The next morning, after breakfast, the family went to the study to find old Joseph.

He's been busy with the election these past few days, rarely at home, spending his time either in the streets or the community, trying to win every possible vote.

Irish, Italians, Jews, Black people, and many other ethnic groups whose names I don't know—I went wherever I could.

Even on his days off, old Joseph didn't rest; he was busy making plans for the next step.

He was quite surprised to see that Luther had taken the initiative to contact him.

"Sit down, Luther."

Upon hearing this, Luther sat down, and soon a maid brought him tea. Old Joseph stared at Luther's backside for two seconds before asking his son-in-law how he had been lately.

"Everything is going smoothly. We have completed preparations and started filming. This time it's a musical with sound."

Old Joseph nodded: "You always surprise me, and your performance always exceeds expectations. It's truly a blessing from God that our family has a son-in-law like you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the father-in-law finally asked Luther about his purpose in coming.

"I'm here for the election," Luther said bluntly.

"For the sake of the election?"

Old Joseph looked at his son-in-law with some disbelief. You see, Luther had never been particularly interested in elections; every time Old Joseph brought it up, he seemed indifferent.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on Luther, because the current state of America is indeed not the best time to get involved in politics. He could not control Joseph Sr., but he could control himself.

"According to the plan, which is at the end of this month and before the election next month, I need to support you and help you win more votes."

"Yes, your background is crucial. You know there are many German Americans, some of whom were even once subordinates of the German Emperor. If you step forward, these people probably won't side with Lowell. Also, with you and Gia together, we can win over female voters. As long as we win, even if it only increases our chances by a tiny bit, we should all work together, shouldn't we?"

After saying this, old Joseph looked at Luther in front of him, wanting to hear the other's opinion. Even if Luther hadn't come to him, he would have gone to talk to him about these things.

It was the height of the campaigning season, and old Joseph was visiting seven or eight neighborhoods a day. This was the only time he could talk to Luther.

"I agree with your proposal," Luther paused, then nodded, "but I hope that when it comes to implementation, it will be Gia, not me, who takes the stage."

"What did you say?"

Joseph paused for a moment, unsure if he had heard clearly.

It's important to understand that in the United States today, although women have gained the right to vote, legally, women still take their husbands' surnames and depend on their husbands for existence; they are not independent entities in the legal sense.

If Luther were to put Gia on the throne, it would be somewhat taboo in a conservative place like Boston.

However, Luther had already considered this and continued, "Mr. Joseph, I think this is the most dignified way. As you know, I am ultimately a German and have been to the battlefield. Even though I have made a fortune and paid taxes, there are still many people in Boston who do not welcome me. But Gia is different. She is a true Bostonian and is on the side of the marginalized. If she can take the stage, it will be a great encouragement to the vast majority of Irish people, other immigrants, and most importantly—female voters."

"But...can she really do it?" Old Joseph still had doubts.

"Mr. Joseph, if I may be so bold, you don't know your daughter well, and you don't know how outstanding she is."