So whether I treat you well or not, you have to suffer, right?
Before she passed out, she made up her mind that this would last at least - at least for about three days, and Xia Yibing shouldn't expect to get a good look from her.
"Wake up, little angel~"
The little blood crystal crow jumped beside her pillow: "We have an appointment to go to class. If you don't get up, then our teacher-student relationship is over, right?"
Ms. Yusilian's course was still very important, or even more important than everything she had to do at the moment. So Hitzfeld immediately wanted to struggle to get out of bed, but she found it almost impossible to do so.
The reason was simple: there was a slender body with loose black hair who used her as a pillow, half-hugging her in his arms with his hands, and inserting his legs and feet between hers.
It was already difficult to resist such an entanglement, not to mention that the other party seemed to know that she was going to get up, and tightened her further in his arms.
It was like being tied up... Hitzfeld had to speak up: "Are you going to compete with me to see who can be suffocated first?"
"You smell so good." Xia Yibing was indeed pretending to sleep. She raised her head and opened her bright black eyes. She smiled and said, "I just like hugging you... Don't you like it?"
Isn’t this too direct…?
Hitzfeld wanted to say, "Yes, I don't like it," but she was never good at lying in this regard, and her face quickly turned red.
The tide receded, and the cold and feared Sheriff Leng Sa, who made countless people tremble in fear, was looking at him with a charming smile. When he thought that she was also in... that state, Hitzfeld really couldn't say those words to deceive himself.
"You heard what Ms. Yusilian said!" She twisted her body, "Let me up! I want to go to class!"
After much persuasion, the woman almost took advantage of her. The girl finally got dressed, washed up, and went to the kitchen.
It is now 4 o'clock in the morning. Because of the eternal night, it will not get light yet. She doesn't care whether it is early or not and starts preparing breakfast for the family.
Ever since she knew that Ms. Yusilian could replenish some insignificant energy by eating, she would prepare an extra portion of food for the Blood Crystal Crow every time she prepared food. The latter was very satisfied with this and claimed many times that he finally tasted modern cooking skills again.
This statement is too easy to arouse people's associations. Hitzfeld always wonders: Since Ms. Yusilian's partner is the Sun King, and the Sun King is also from the earth, does the blonde goddess also wear an apron like this to cook for her?
Further thinking about the fact that the Sun King had more than one such partner, and that he had four daughters, the Dragon of the Four Seasons, with the Dragon Girl alone, Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel a little worried and began to wonder what the situation would be like if he really became pregnant in the future.
She had no experience of being a girl before she was 17, and she had never thought about being a mother...
"Don't worry." The blood crystal crow fluttered over her head and saw through her worries. "You are everyone's little angel. Since you like to think about others so much, then you should be a good person and give birth to a football team for her first!"
"...Ms. Yusilian, I am seriously considering ending our teacher-student relationship."
"I'm not kidding, am I?" The little crow jumped on her head. "You're too kind, little Annie. Maybe you're used to showing your cold or cruel side, but as long as someone knows you and becomes your friend or relative, you'll be kind to them from the bottom of your heart, even to the point of considering things that they themselves can't. Aren't you tired of living like this all the time?"
"Everyone has their own way of life." Hitzfeld waved the spatula to chase her away. "I have this ability... I can observe and realize it. Sometimes it's just a matter of thinking a little more and saying a little more. It's not a big deal."
"Doesn't the labor that just happened in bed count?"
"…Xia is special, so of course it doesn't count."
"Then you can expect to have a football team!" The crow flew away, cursing, "You don't listen! Do you understand that you should be close yet distant when you are in love?"
Ms. Yusilian is just a poor worrywart.
Without her interference, Hitzfeld finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, what the other party said was not wrong. Ordinary couples do need to balance feelings and distance in life. But she felt that she and Xia were different. It was not just the degree of mutual tolerance and understanding. They were each other's salvation.
I really like summer...
I recalled again the feeling of being hugged by the other person, and at the same time, the feeling of hugging the other person tightly.
That kind of power and weight, and the sense of stability and solidity they produce.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but smile.
If I didn't like it so much, given my personality, I would never have put my foot over there.
football team……
If the body can handle it, the heart doesn't seem to reject it...
The change of hairstyle is only external, but at the same time, it is also related to the inner heart to some extent.
Xia Yibing vaguely felt the difference in treatment, but she couldn't tell exactly where the difference was. Maybe it was just that the girl would help her pick up the broken hair when she passed by, or maybe she would just give her a few casual instructions when she went out.
But it does seem different.
It was a feeling of going one step further and becoming a complete tacit understanding.
She didn't understand what it was, but she really liked it.
If the "Light of Salvation" was not so important and she had to get back to work immediately, she would definitely stay and go to class with her angel in her arms.
She left quickly, and Hitzfeld had to finish the class before going to see her.
"Today we continue to talk about ancient artifacts."
The little crow was tapping the blackboard with a piece of chalk in his hand.
"In the last class, we talked about 'Victoria's Lionheart Sword', 'Moins's Holy Lance of Disaster', 'Benita's Heart of Heaven Pendant'... Now you answer, what is their most significant effect."
"Victoria's sword can cut through time and space," Hitzfeld answered without even looking at his notes. "Whoever possesses this sword will be invincible."
"Very well, continue."
"The Holy Lance of Moins is condensed from the basic particles that make up the world. It is more like a specific authority than an object. Since it is composed of all things, all things can naturally be deconstructed by it. The person holding the Holy Lance is indestructible, and no obstacle can stop its power."
"Very good - Tianxin Pendant."
"You said this is related to 'fate'." Hitzfeld paused, "I don't believe in fate, so I don't understand it very well."
"That's because you haven't reached that level yet." Crow shook his head. "Let me tell you in a sci-fi way... The God Lord is a life form in a higher dimension. If human time is a line, the God Lord's time is a circle."
"Born to die?"
"It has that charm. You just need to know that the so-called destiny is to follow this concept. The Tianxin Pendant can reverse cause and effect to a certain extent and mess up a person's destiny... If you understand it from this perspective, this thing is actually not that profound."
"The real trouble is the 'Crown of Wisdom'." Crow groaned.
"'Sophia's Crown of Wisdom', according to legend, the person who wears it can look up and see through the sky, and look down and see the end of the 'Mother River', truly knowing everything. This thing is the most mysterious..."
"So." Hitzfeld tilted his head and stared at her, "Did Ms. Yusilian ever wear the Crown of Wisdom?"
"Obviously not. The Crown of Wisdom has only two true owners. The first is Sophia, and the second is Amen-Haven... that is, the Sun King you mentioned, the Mechanical Sun Goddess."
"Have you ever held the Holy Lance of Disaster?"
"Of course! That's my exclusive weapon!"
"…Is this your own exclusive weapon?"
"I am her and she is me. If you round it off, there is no difference."
After thinking for a while, the crow said, "Although I haven't been lucky enough to wear it, I can roughly guess what the principle is."
"What's the principle?"
"Son of the World."
The crow wrote this word on the blackboard.
"It sounds cliché... right? Just like some knight novels with destiny as the protagonist. But now we all know that Namiia is actually a 'living thing'. It even has its own will to survive. So it chooses an individual to place its hopes on her, or divides out an authority so that the one who touches it can inherit all the knowledge in the world - of course we can understand this."
"I understand." Hitzfeld's eyes widened. "The Crown of Wisdom is also a manifestation of the Mother Tree's will."
"That's right." The crow nodded. "It's like the knowledge in this world... What is knowledge? It's the origin of things, the cause of everything. So how did they come from? They were bred by the world."
"Nothing knows this knowledge better than the world, than the mother tree itself. It distributes this authority, and those who receive it know everything. This is a natural thing."
“Like a database of everything?” Hitzfeld asked.
"The Crown of Wisdom is an interface that helps humans connect with this inventory?"
"...Haven also said a similar metaphor. It's probably something like this."
After some discussion, Hitzfeld soon became curious again.
"And what about the 'purple sapphire and gold crown'?" she asked the crow.
"You seemed to have said before that it referred to the Crown of Wisdom to some extent?"
"Yes... it's just that the reference failed..." Crow began to stammer, "I originally thought that this thing was nothing special. If Sophia can make it, so can I. But it seems that there are indeed... some technical tricks in it."
"Doesn't it have the function of a crown of wisdom?"
"It has some..." Crow emphasized, "In theory, it can do the same thing as the Crown of Wisdom, but it is not as... intimate as the Crown of Wisdom. A mortal who wears it rashly may burn out his brain."
"Information flow offset?" Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows and asked again with a skeptical tone: "You said before that this thing can help me absorb the power of the Three Evil Eyes. Aren't you planning to let two different information flows offset each other?"
The Blood Crystal Crow hesitated again, and kept saying things like "it's different", "it's not completely a hedge", and "it still has a certain promoting effect".
"..." Hitzfeld was speechless.
She now really suspected that what the other party wanted her to find was a fantasy version of a brain wave hedger.
Even if it falls into her hands, can this thing really be used?
If she really used it, her brain... wouldn't be blown up by the pressure of two streams of information...
Chapter 48: The So-Called Echo
After understanding the principle of the "brain wave countermeasure", Hitzfeld could also understand why this divine eye could not accurately observe the space and time in which it existed.
Because of information.
To put it bluntly, what the divine eye sees is the traces of information left in the world. As a poor imitation of the "Sophia Wisdom Crown", the "Purple Sapphire Gold Crown" is constantly spreading chaotic information flows around.
These information flows disrupt the information traces left in reality, which interferes with observation, so the Divine Eye cannot see its trajectory. It does not mean that this thing has surpassed the Divine Eye in terms of power level.
This way I can breathe a sigh of relief.
Hitzfeld was quite nervous before, fearing that this thing could even overwhelm the Divine Eye. If the enemy understood its true effectiveness, she would be in a tough battle... For this reason, she was in a state of great preparedness for several hours.
There is no need to worry now. If what Ms. Yusilian said is true, then even if someone discovers its function, the moment they try to activate it, their brains will most likely be blown apart by the violent flow of information.
After discussing a few more details, Hitzfeld heard the doorbell and hurried to the mirror to tidy up his basic appearance.
She tied her hair up and fixed it with a wooden fork. She put on a small hat with black gauze and went to open the door.
Then she found that Daryl was already standing there, asking the visitor a series of questions aggressively, such as "Who are you?", "What is your intention in approaching this house?", "How can I be sure that you are not lying?"
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, she quickly stepped forward to stop her. This was because she actually knew the guest at the door.
I can't say I'm too familiar with him. He's just an agent in Shadow Lion who's often in charge of delivering letters. He's a very young guy who looks like he's less than 20 years old.
The man finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her coming, and said with emotion: "Is this the new guard they sent for you?"
"You can think of it that way." Hitzfeld glanced at Daryl and pursed his lips.
"Ah~ Then we can rest assured." The young man raised his hat to her. "You know, although there are people secretly responsible for your safety, they are always discussing whether you need to hire a personal bodyguard since you live with the director."
"Why do you think so?" Hitzfeld was slightly stunned.
Her safety... Of course, it was a problem. But shouldn't it be something she, her friends, or the royal family she was directly under be concerned about? Why were these little Shadow Lion agents concerned about this?
"You may have forgotten." The other party reminded her in a low voice, "You are already completely famous here."
so...
Hitzfeld cleared his thoughts.
Yes, she is a count.
Not only did she gain status and wealth, but most importantly, it was almost a ruling... all those stories about her adventures and legends of salvation were true.
No one would say it openly, but it was obvious to everyone. Especially for Shadow Lion, who was originally in the same industry, they really knew what she had paid for the current peaceful situation.
She even made a series of innovations including ice bombs... These things can actually improve the survival rate of agents.
So this is the origin of his respect for the girl. He doesn't need anyone to urge him. They even held several small meetings internally to discuss whether they should secretly send more people to help her guard near where she lives.
How could a hero, whose deeds were great enough to be called great, live in such a shabby place?
The manor in the mountains of Blackwood City is quite suitable, No. 12 Flo Street... It's acceptable because it's far away from the downtown area.
But No. 221 Iris Street seemed too dangerous to them, because it was already the central circle of Wayne City, with busy streets and dense crowds of people. If some evildoer went crazy and wanted to approach her, it would be more troublesome and difficult to stop this than living in other places.
Hitzfeld saw what they were thinking, and of course she was somewhat touched.
As for Daryl...she showed anger and shame, because in her opinion, every extra concern these people showed for Hitzfeld was a question of their own abilities.
So she walked to the fireplace in front of the man and picked up a thick steel bar covered with rust.
...This was one of the materials left over from the last external scaffolding installation. Hitzfeld himself thought it was useless and wanted to throw it away, but Xia Yibing wouldn't let him. The woman said it could be considered a tool, material, or even a weapon, so he could just throw it next to the fireplace and leave it there.
And now—Daryl returned with the thing, first shaking it at the visitor, then twisting it into a knot as he looked on in amazement.
