Having already made up his mind that he would teach certain people a lesson after this matter was over, Hitzfeld took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest.
This performance was just right - Bislo stood up and looked back to see her like this, and instead advised her kindly: "Don't worry, Master Luca will not die in vain."
At the banquet, Hitzfeld stayed in a corner and chatted with Luca. Bislow was not stupid and could see that they had a good relationship.
"As for your safety, I will personally escort you back to the temple, and then you must not come out for two days. During this time, I will play with them."
It can be seen that Bislo was also angry.
Really? This place was only five minutes away from his home (the first ten minutes counted as another way), and the attack happened right after the show ended, which was no less than a slap in his face.
He had to catch those bastards!
Hitzfeld still believed him on the spot, and if she had not received his letter for help less than twelve hours after returning to the temple, she would have continued to believe him.
"He didn't catch anybody."
In front of Sister Monia, Hitzfeld briefly summarized the contents of the letter: "The mechanical rebellion is too deep, and there are so many people in the outer city. It is too troublesome to investigate. Even if he is given two more days... no, he can't finish the investigation in twenty days."
"Can't we use blood and bone magic to detect it?" Sister Mona was a little puzzled.
The most obvious characteristic of mechanical rebels compared to normal people is that there must be metal inside their bodies.
It is definitely difficult to detect with conventional means, because you can't just cut open a person's chest to check. It's impossible to check that way, and even the Savior Sisters can't save them all. If this is done, all the nuns will be exhausted to death.
But the blood mages can - they are the most proficient in the aura of blood. Let those with high cultivation level among them investigate personally, and it should not be difficult to find a few rebels.
"That's right, but unfortunately, the most accomplished mage in this area in Sea King City is Mage Luca. Now that he's dead, none of the remaining blood mages can be as efficient as him."
Hitzfeld shook his head slowly.
I have to say those bastards are very alert and chose the right time and place. Even without considering the need to silence him, Luca is the biggest obstacle to their activities in Neptune City.
But that was no reason for them not to report their plan… Twelve hours had passed and she hadn’t received any telegrams—the new little box hadn’t responded at all, and she had been staring at it so she wouldn’t make any mistakes.
"Luca left something behind." The girl put the letter down and put it away. "He wanted to invite me to take a look."
Luca stayed in a hotel.
Hitzfeld was a little surprised when she found out, because she thought he would live in the dormitory of the Blood Mage Guild.
There is also a Blood Mage Guild in Neptune City, with a total of about 16000 blood mages and blood mage apprentices. It’s a large number, but most of them are useless.
Their main function is to maintain the floating city of flesh and blood on the front line of Neptune City. Their status and nature are similar to those of cartographers in design companies and coders in Internet companies.
Luca, on the other hand, plays a role similar to that of chief designer or chief engineer, and his importance and ability are completely incomparable.
The name of the hotel is Bloody Hand, Bloody Hand Hotel.
There is a line of small words under the huge sign: National chain, Neptune City branch.
Hitzfeld stared at the plaque for a long time with a frown on his face, then lowered his gaze and saw the flattering smile of an officer.
"The Governor said that you can go up directly when you come, and you don't have to be examined like they did."
"What are you looking at, you idiot over there! Get out of the way for Sister Hashem!"
This place had been blocked off for a long time. Hitzfeld went up to the third floor and suddenly felt a little dazed during the process.
What on earth am I doing here in Elsa?
Why investigate the case in a place like this?
I walked to the door in a trance and saw a short, fat man bowing and nodding towards the inside.
This is the shop owner, named Sam. Hitzfeld felt that this amount of time was enough for them to interrogate him, but perhaps considering that she was coming over, Bislow called him back.
"Ah!" Sam cried, turning his head and seeing her, "You must be Sister Hashem!"
He swooped over, transformed in mid-air to kneel in front of her, and reached out to touch her feet.
Hitzfeld took a step back to avoid him and said unhappily, "If you don't want to die, don't try to get too close to me."
Don’t women in big shots like to have their shoes kissed?
Sam looked a little confused. He had never received any education since he was a child, and this development was beyond his experience and understanding.
"Sister Hashem is different from Sister Tamer." Bislo's voice came from the room, "Stand by the door, we need you to come in again."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stood up and hid by the door, lowering his head and not even daring to look at her.
He is not sure about the personality of this new... um, Sister Nun, but he thinks she will still have to listen to the Governor.
The Governor has spoken, so it won’t be wrong for us to follow his orders.
Hitzfeld took a few more glances at his clothes, his movements, especially his fingers twisted and crisscrossed in front of him, then stepped over the threshold into the room and saw Bislow sitting at the table reading a book.
"What are you doing?"
"This time I'm asking you for something, you don't have to talk to me in that tone."
"Okay… so what are you doing?"
"Read a book." Bislo pulled the chair away so that she could see what was spread out in front of her. It was indeed a thick book. "These are all left by Luca."
"You want to find the murderer through the things Luca left behind?" Hitzfeld saw through his intention at a glance and thought he was daydreaming.
Although...right? Luca had long suspected that the enemy wanted to kill him, and had expressed this uneasiness in front of her, but she could see that it was mostly a joke.
Because this is Neptune's City. Unlike Inian Port, which is full of dangers, Neptune's City is relatively safe.
Moreover, he was so cautious that he did not live in the union dormitory but stayed in a hotel. He must have thought that nothing would happen. Of course, he would not be frightened and leave a warning letter driven by fear. ①
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①: Warning letter. In some cases, the victims knew they would die before they died. For various reasons, they could not escape danger, so they deliberately left some words in order to retaliate against the murderer. The police can often find clues from these words and catch the murderer.
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"You asked me to come here because you think I can help you in this regard?"
Hitzfeld looked at the pile of books, his eyes fell on the suitcase in the corner, the bed in the middle, and some scattered clothes. The voices were difficult to recognize unless you listened carefully.
"You are different from Sister Tamer," said Bislo.
“It’s obvious,” Hitzfeld said.
"We are not talking about the same thing." Bislo shook his head. "Anyone can see the difference between you two. You are stronger, younger, and prettier. Although you look cruel, you are not actually bloodthirsty. The difference between you two is so great. What I am talking about is certainly not something so superficial."
"What is that?"
"Devoted faith."
Bislo smiled proudly: "Bishops and nuns... Anyone who can reach this level will be strictly examined internally. They must be identified many times and their beliefs must be confirmed to be firm through probing their thoughts before they will be entrusted with such an important task."
"And any nun who has a devout belief in the mystery must be single-mindedly focused on the mystery."
"Do you understand what I mean? They can't study other paths."
Hitzfeld understood now.
It turns out that the problem was that she knew alchemy.
Of course, Bislo would not suspect her of being a spy who had infiltrated the church based on this fact. After all, she had been recognized by the Blood Temple, which was the biggest endorsement - but he certainly suspected that she was not so loyal to the mystery.
Fanatics are all crazy, and most of them cannot communicate. Only when there is disloyalty in belief can there be a possibility of cooperation, which is the most fundamental reason why he is close to this side.
"And you can condense bone ball magic into a small bottle. This talent... No one would believe you if you said you knew nothing about flesh magic."
Bislo simply made way and gestured to her to come in.
"We are in need of experts now."
"If you help, I'll owe you a favor."
Hitzfeld hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the table and pulled his chair forward a little so that he could just lie on the table.
She did not immediately pick up any of the books to look at, but instead looked up at the Governor.
"Do you want me to look at these useless things, or do you want me to play the role of a high-level blood mage and help you catch people?"
"Both." Bislo raised his eyebrows.
"I don't want to miss any clues!"
You really pissed him off.
Hitzfeld sighed and turned back to flipping through the book.
I have to clean up the mess after getting mad at you. This is really the opposite of what Heaven is like. How can this be so unreasonable...
She didn't put much effort into it at first, because this case was not difficult for her - she knew who the murderers were from the beginning, and she also had the secret method to contact them.
Strictly speaking, she herself is on the same side as the murderer, so how can she be serious?
Are you willing to give yourself away?
But as she watched, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Is this a book?
A book with words?
Isn't this a written record of illegal magic?
Isn't this kind of thing mostly banned?
"This is Luca's...diary." Bislo spoke from the side.
Hitzfeld looked up at him.
"I don't think serious people would write diaries." Bislo looked at her seriously, "This is the one I carefully selected. I think it is very suspicious. It may contain Luca's last words."
This is not a ship's logbook...
Hitzfeld was a little speechless, but what he said made some sense, so she simply asked him while reading: "Doesn't the Kingdom of God prohibit written records?"
"Have you ever seen any law here that is binding on the legislator himself?" Bislo replied to her seriously.
"And these books don't really violate the rules, and there's no record of anything older than two generations. Even if you expose and report this, he won't be in trouble given his status during his lifetime."
Hitzfeld fell silent, her attention drawn to the record.
That is actually the place that Bislo just saw. Luca wrote a very meaningful sentence here.
[I lay on my side and saw the sun appearing in the sky. The brilliant light illuminated my face. I seemed to foresee my future path, which was to pay the price for what I had done.]
Turn back.
Gone.
"What's the meaning."
Hitzfeld asked Bislow.
"do not know."
Bislo was even more straightforward than her.
"Those are lab notes next to them... I know nothing about them."
"It's up to you, Sister."
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To say that she knew nothing about it would be an exaggeration. Hitzfeld knew that this was Bislo's way of showing respect for her.
He said he wanted her help, so she had to have at least this level of autonomy. No helper would be happy to see someone bossing them around, and in this respect he really understood and was very good at interpersonal communication.
That's strange. I thought he only knew how to fight.
Hitzfeld was slightly surprised, but this would not change her prejudice against Bislo - no matter how outstanding he was, it could not cover up the evil deeds he did by over-indulging his daughter.
If Luca's death hadn't been a little strange, she wouldn't have made this trip.
After sitting down steadily and flipping through the so-called diary in his hand, Hitzfeld quickly threw it aside.
The reason is very simple. Strictly speaking, this thing is not a diary but a kind of... collection of essays similar to mood essays. Luca left a lot of imaginative words and sentences in it. Some are confessions of faith, some are resolutions for tomorrow. It is a mess with no pattern.
Instead of studying this thing right away, it would be better to take a look at the lab notes first. At least the lab notes were logical, and she could at least know what the experiments were and what Luca was doing privately during this period.
Seeing this, Bislo went out consciously. He could vaguely hear a low conversation outside. It should be him talking to Sam, the shop owner standing at the door.
It was difficult to hear what was being said at that distance, but Hitzfeld didn't pay attention. He stared closely at the first notebook in his hand and read quickly line by line.
After reading it for the first time, she closed her eyes and rested for a while, then turned to the front and read it a second time at a slower speed.
