When Caroso appeared again with Bai, they had already arrived in Yellman. He was in a tavern, having just listened to a passionate speech.
The speech truly fired up the local people, but to Caroso... it was rather unpleasant to hear.
After all, this little mustache believed that only Yellman people were a noble race and everyone else was inferior. What kind of insane nationalist was that?
Caroso looked rather strangely at the little mustache seated before him.
This was the character the Netizens had mentioned, one the game had created just for laughs. In the game, there had only been a passing mention that he was defeated.
In this timeline, Caroso had set many things in motion six years early, allowing this man to keep lying low and even grow increasingly powerful.
A mere seventh-tier professional had actually stirred up a storm within an empire.
He was no noble. He had even seemed somewhat down-and-out when he first appeared. Yet for him to rise from nothing to this point, he was clearly no ordinary person.
"Mr. Caroso Kolia Sparrow, it is an honor to meet you in Yellman." Adolf Vienna, the little mustache, warmly poured Caroso a glass of wine.
"Oh? Why do you address me like that?" Caroso asked with interest.
"You gave your name once before, before a battle. That name had the additional Sparrow suffix. Though I do not know why, I believe that surname must be important to you." Adolf smiled faintly.
It had to be said that some people succeeded by chance, while others succeeded inevitably.
Many people had failed to notice such a minor detail. Only this little mustache had caught it.
``` [Damn, he really looks like the Führer!]
[Oh no, my blood is boiling.]
[World War II, World War II!]
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