The sea was filled with blood and pus, and the smell was unpleasant and disgusting, but that was the least of it. The most important thing was that no one knew what kind of monsters would emerge from this sea, and most of them were over ten meters in size.
Without me and Xia, who else can sail the boat?
Turner?
It is true that there is a theoretical possibility that an art prince could become one. But just like a monkey could also write a masterpiece, unless it is an extreme case that can be used as a reference, don't joke about the probability.
Imagine that Ethan and his group were counting on Teni to come to find them by boat, and they actually succeeded without encountering many difficulties along the way... Hitzfeld shook his head, this was absolutely impossible.
Logically speaking, after finally sensing Black Owl, she should immediately abandon all arrangements and enter her dream to control Black Owl's body.
In this way, she can travel extremely long distances, "descend" into the body of the Black Owl out of thin air, and use its organs to see and hear, to understand the current situation of the Pierre and her companions.
But - maybe the eternal night here is special. Whether it is the mystery or the spirit, they are too restless. Hitzfeld vaguely sensed a deep fatigue.
This fatigue does not come from myself.
She had already made up for her sleep, and the time was definitely not enough for a healthy rest, but she could be considered to have slept well, and she felt refreshed both mentally and physically.
This feeling should be coming from another person - another individual who is deeply entangled with her spirit.
So it’s summer.
She confirmed the answer immediately, remembering the agreement she made with the woman before leaving. She guessed that Xia Yibing must have been impatient to find the hero bone to explore her memory after she left. With this symptom, well... it's probably due to overdraft.
How could she be so careless?
Do we need to prove who is more useful to the other side by deciding who wins? She clearly knows it, and I won't blame her even if she doesn't do anything...
He was a little annoyed and a little worried, but how should he put it? Hitzfeld also understood the woman's choice very well.
It was also a proud eagle. Before it met herself, it had never bowed its head to anyone. Even if the joke of fate brought them together, Xia Yibing would never accept it and would just stand by as a vassal.
Then there is nothing more to say.
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld decided to find out what Xia Yibing's situation was first.
It's not entirely about the difference in closeness, or only caring about lovers and not friends... It's mainly because she just vaguely felt Black Owl's mood, which could be described as "quiet and peaceful", which at least means that the situation over there is not bad.
And thinking from another angle, the distance between the Pierre and herself was obviously incredibly far. Even if she descended into the body of the Black Owl, she could not do anything. If she missed the accident that happened to Xia Yibing because of investigating there, she would never forgive herself for that.
As for the contact information...we have to mention the little treasure given by Mr. Tool Man.
"If I remember correctly... he said he wanted to find an open area?"
Muttering to himself, Hitzfeld walked all the way to the cathedral spire, stood on the side platform, and looked up at the endless night sky.
He opened the bag and took out a metal box wrapped in oilcloth. Hitzfeld opened it, pulled out the retractable antenna, and pressed the only button in the middle as Bunoliel had said.
This place should be spacious enough, right?
I don't know if this is a one-way telegram or something else, it's better to be a walkie-talkie.
As I was lost in thought, I suddenly heard a strange rustling sound coming from the small box.
"Why are you contacting me at this time?"
Bunoriel's voice sounded very frightened and nervous: "Do you know that under the cover of eternal night, everyone who walks that road will become extremely sensitive! Their sensing ability and even intuition will be enhanced, and this wavelength is likely to be detected!"
"Normally this is the case, but you don't have to worry since I'm here."
“???” Bunoliel had three question marks on his head. He didn’t understand why Her Royal Highness the Princess was so confident.
Does she know what she's talking about?
If it was just a small border town, it would be fine, but this is Sea King City, one of the largest cities on earth. There are countless extraordinary people here, and there are hundreds of Savior Sisters alone!
What she meant was that she had the ability to suppress hundreds of mysterious servants? To eliminate all the dangerous factors that might lead to their exposure?
Hitzfeld was sure of that.
In fact, as the eternal night fell, she, the mysterious master, could clearly feel how many spirits on the land within her field of vision were cheering and excited, and were eager to move towards the dream world in the sky, with herself as the center and spreading to the end of the sky.
Some of them were extremely sensitive - for example, she sensed several "big light balls" in the southeast direction - and they were all suppressed by her using her authority.
These people cannot feel it, and everything seems normal to them, except that the feedback has been mysteriously tampered with.
So she was sure that no one could detect the radio signals coming from here.
But there was no need to talk about this kind of thing. She simply fooled the old man opposite and ordered him to pass the message to Posu Mansion. She would meet one of her companions in the outer city in an hour.
No matter how we arrange her, I think the Posha family will have a way.
After doing this, the small metal box is scrapped.
Hitzfeld did not litter, but continued to wrap it in oilcloth to put it away. Then she went down to the hall and found Sister Monia kneeling there praying to the main seat.
"I want to go out."
It just so happened that Hitzfeld passed the order directly to her.
"I don't want anyone to know about this except you."
Sister Monia certainly didn't dare to disobey her, and asked, "Do you need help arranging a car for you?"
"Will it arouse suspicion?"
"No, because the nuns in the temple are quite mobile, and some of them often go to the outer city to make 'alms'. All the guards know about this, and they usually don't check the cars."
"Then trouble you."
"It is my honor to serve someone in high position!"
Sister Monia is not as rigid as she appears at first.
This is a good thing, and a smart person who seeks profit and avoids harm will find it very easy to use.
It was a bad thing, too, that Hitzfeld no longer thought of her as being similar to his lady.
In a way, she even hated herself for thinking that.
The bells rang melodiously and the wheels drove towards the outer city in the night.
The guards in the inner city just as Monia said, after confirming that it was the frame of the temple, they let it pass without any intention of checking it carefully.
Hitzfeld traveled smoothly under the guise of the Church of Our Lady of Savior. The small box in the middle vibrated a few more times, but no further sound came from it.
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld asked the driver to slow down.
So, when the third vibration came, she pulled the car over, lifted the curtain and looked at the street, and sure enough, she found a sneaky and sloppy man hiding in the alley.
He ordered the accompanying guards to bring the man over and interrogated him. The man said that he was just a civilian nearby and was entrusted by someone to wait for the delivery of an item.
He was obviously lying because he was thin, his clothes were disheveled, his hair and beard were tangled, and it was obvious that he had no fixed residence and no place to take care of himself.
Add to that his rat-like face, and there's a high chance he's a thief.
Hitzfeld didn't care about his main business. He asked him to hand over the things and then ordered the guards to drive the man away.
Returning to the car, she picked up the object - a sealed oil paper package.
When you open it, you will find it is a password box that requires a six-digit password to open.
Hitzfeld naturally didn't know the password. After searching for several times without finding any clues, she thought for a while and took out the small box again.
There was an engraved number at the bottom of the small box, exactly six digits. She turned the line of characters over, and the password box opened with a click.
There was only a letter inside.
The letter contained an address, inviting her to No. 39 Jinzhen Road to attend an impromptu all-night party.
"Xia will go too."
After reading the letter, Hitzfeld lit a match and burned the letter, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
You must definitely watch the Black Owl.
But coming from such a distance, her body's reaction would become very slow.
Rather than doing this in the body of the Blood Temple, she would rather give everything to Xia.
Chapter 144 Intelligence Summary
Eternal Night Party is a very new word, which is actually translated according to its meaning. Hitzfeld had never heard of it before.
But this is not difficult to understand - even in Sara, in Wayne Port, relying on the mechanical sun guarding the night sky, Wayne citizens also like to go to the streets to play during the eternal night. This is probably a kind of spiritual release under heavy pressure.
But the Eternal Night Party at No. 39 Jinzhen Road is completely different. They are fundamentally different because those who queue up here are servants of mystery, in other words, practitioners of the mysterious path.
There are actually a lot of such people, and most of them can't even reach level 4, but that doesn't stop them from having a party for the arrival of Eternal Night.
Just like the vampires, they also host drinks parties for a good night.
Instructing the carriage to wait outside, Hitzfeld approached the building.
The waiter next to her was surprised to see that she was dressed as a nun in a black robe. He hurried forward and almost fawningly opened the door of Hall 39 for her.
It was a mess in here. As soon as the door opened, a wave of noise spread out. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sounds of fighting, collisions, and a smell that was somewhat related to lust.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but frown. If she went through the lobby, wouldn't her whereabouts be exposed?
He turned his head and asked the waiter directly: "I have booked a room on the second floor. Think of a way to send me up there without alerting those idiots."
The waiter didn't understand why she didn't come in at first, but he suddenly understood: "I see... Come this way!"
He closed the door and directed Hitzfeld to the side alley. He pointed to the welded staircase on the side of the building and said, "Go up from here. That door leads directly to the corridor on the second floor."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome! To be honest, I've always dreamed of serving a nun!"
The other party's attitude could be described as fanatical. Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows slightly: "One more question...Did anyone come before me?"
"Yes! It's the room you reserved! There is also a mysterious lady there..."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy."
After finding out the situation, Hitzfeld quickly went up to the second floor, counted a few house numbers, and found the room marked in the letter.
When I opened the door, I saw Xia Yibing lying on the table like a dead pig.
The woman was wearing a black robe - the kind with a hood and long sleeves that covered her legs and feet, which was why the waiter at the door called her that.
"Aisun!"
The woman obviously heard the noise and jumped up reflexively, making a move to draw her gun. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the person coming was Hitzfeld.
Just as Hitzfeld could vaguely sense that she was not in good condition from a distance, she could also sense that this was the real Hitzfeld.
After being enlightened, she has never been able to master this skill well, and it was only after Yongye strengthened the spirit that she was able to do it.
"It's boring." She muttered, because this method was too crude compared to observing a girl's silk stockings on her feet to determine whether they were real or fake.
"What did you say?" Hitzfeld didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing... Come sit over here."
I don't know how Bunoliel arranged it for them, but this room can be regarded as an overview. The upper half of the wall opposite the door is full of windows, and you can look down to the crazy hall below, where demons are dancing wildly.
Hitzfeld saw not only humans, but also some blood orcs, some of whom looked like lizards, some with crooked and deformed appearances, and some even had faces made up of several different faces, reveling in the crowd.
The two of them didn't plan to order any food. They sat down opposite each other and went straight to the main topic of the night.
"How did you get here?" Hitzfeld asked first.
"I was notified." Xia Yibing looked at me with resentment in her eyes. "I... I overdrew some of my energy and was not in good condition. I was planning to sleep until tomorrow morning, but Madeline called me halfway and said there was a letter for me. I thought that the only one who would bother me at this time was you, so I read the letter and came here according to the address."
"Didn't you see anyone else along the way?"
"No."
"Madeleine isn't here?"
"No, I asked her to watch the things and to watch Hashem."
"Both of you!"
As we were chatting here, a short scream suddenly came from the window next to us. It turned out to be a colorful and thick python swimming over, with a pipe in its mouth and a small gentleman's hat on its head.
"I heard them say that the Sisters of Salvation visited our store... I thought they were lying! Oh my God, let me take a good look at you... Your beauty shines even brighter than your virtue..."
"Who are you?" Xia Yibing's mouth twitched and she pulled out a dagger from her waist.
"I'm the store manager here! You can call me Nemo!" The python shook his head quickly, "Don't be like that, dear... I just came to ask if you want something to drink."
"No need to thank me, and I don't want anyone to disturb us tonight."
