In just three sentences, Jansen Cornelius disclosed too much information.
Moreover, while the former minister spoke, there was a very peculiar smile on his face, something Fritz had never seen before.
So, Fritz decided to start with the most core issue.
"May I ask, are you recruiting me?" Fritz asked bluntly: "Sir."
"No."
Cornelius put away his smile, sat back in the armchair belonging to the minister, bent slightly to open the bottom drawer of the desk, and answered in a matter-of-fact tone:
"At pre-school, when an instructor asks if you want to advance your education, that's recruiting. Now, I will only order you. When I issue an order, you have to obey it, or face a military court."
Fritz remained silent.
"However, I prefer to employ volunteers."
Cornelius took out a rosewood box from under the desk, resting his hand on the clasp, looking at the former student with a gaze filled with pressure:
"So, I will give you a special question.
