Can you do this?
Hitzfeld was stunned.
"Look, look, this is the limitation of short-lived species." The Blood Crystal Crow shook his head. "To the great ones, a mere ten thousand years is just a moment... Why should you care about the gains and losses of the moment? Compared with the power of time, your justice is too fragile."
If you insist on using time as a carrier of power, then I really have nothing to say.
Hitzfeld's face looked a little hard.
She suddenly thought of a "truth" that chilled her whole body, so she simply asked on the spot: "Could this be...could this be the origin of the so-called 'criminals'?"
Could it be that today's Sara and other civilizations also came about in this way?
To be honest, this kind of Ms. Yusilian was very unfamiliar to her.
Crow stared at her for a while, and finally said: "...No."
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
"But I hope to do this." The Blood Crystal Crow snorted.
"I have seen too much benevolence and morality... I have seen too many people who want to preserve everything and get everything, but in the end they only benefit others and hurt themselves."
She was obviously talking about her own experience, and Hitzfeld didn't feel comfortable interrupting her, so he just lay there and listened to her complain.
"It's pointless! It's really pointless!"
The crow began to jump up and down, as if she was standing on a high podium instead of her head.
"Is justice really justice if it is gained by hurting yourself? I don't think so!"
"They say violence can't solve problems, that's because it's not violent enough!"
She was so excited...
Hitzfeld was speechless.
At this moment, she finally understood why a drop of blood from Yusilian Vincent Zachariah could be called the King of Blood.
Yes, she is very knowledgeable.
Yes, she is powerful.
But she was really too irritable... According to her, it was the Sun King who disagreed with her plan, otherwise if he really did what she said, he would have launched a thorough baptism.
It may have something to do with the environment she grew up in.
Hitzfeld remembered what he had learned while investigating a case in Talignan: a virus had once emerged from deep in the earth.
To some extent, this virus is scarier than evil spirits. At least the evil spirits can be suppressed by the scientific and mysterious power of the Mechanical Yang Stone, hmm... although she still can't figure out the principle of how the stone tablet works.
Viruses induce distortion through physical transmission.
Perhaps Ms. Yusilian had experienced this kind of disaster in her childhood. She had witnessed everyone die in front of her eyes, and even... they were still alive when they were infected, forcing Ms. Yusilian to do it herself.
Then it makes sense that she would be so extreme.
Add the factor of infectious diseases, and in an era when there was no cure, killing all infected people was indeed the only option to save the living.
This is a cognitive difference caused by personal growth environment. Hitzfeld does not intend to argue about this, nor will she change her mind because of it.
As she told the lady at the beginning: her hypothesis simply could not happen.
She stopped talking, got up, took off her clothes and took a shower.
In the middle of the process, he specifically asked the little crow to turn around and not look, which made the latter speechless.
Forget about being of the same gender, I'm just a drop of blood!
As for?
interesting?
But Hitzfeld rigidly believed that since he and Xia Yibing had established a relationship, this body no longer belonged to her alone.
Since it concerns reputation and etiquette, it cannot be too serious.
Well, her empathy sometimes manifests itself in strange ways.
Because she was busy going back to school, she didn't wash for long. She just focused on her hair and simply rinsed the rest of the body with a showerhead.
After changing into a new set of clothes of similar style and lying on the bed, Hitzfeld returned to the dream world and followed the mysterious guidance in the sky to Puslint, where he found that there were quite a few people.
Right.
She calculated that she had just met Film and others at half past eight, and the subsequent messy investigation had consumed several hours, so it was now almost twelve o'clock.
Pusilint occasionally attends evening classes, which end before midnight.
So it should be the perfect time for the get out of class to end, and these people are all going to leave.
In fact, it was true. Everyone she met along the way was flying outwards, or simply going offline. Many people looked at her curiously, because she was the only one moving forward, and it was too obvious that she was going against the current.
"Hitzfeld! ... Miss Hitzfeld!"
As they approached the auditorium, Hitzfeld suddenly heard someone calling her.
Turning around, I saw a boy with a childish face, between a teenager and a young man, running towards this side, holding a stack of papers in his hands. It was obvious that they were homework.
"Mr. Lawrence." Hitzfeld stood still. "Do you have something to say?"
This is Will Larance, one of the Larance scions.
"Huh... Can't I call you if there's nothing else?"
Will took a few breaths and looked at her with some grievance and complaint, "I used to be Miss Hitzfeld's student. Including me, everyone is actually looking forward to your return to teach."
This guy is so rude.
Whether it was the wording or the attitude, if his brother James was here, he would definitely criticize him to death.
But Hitzfeld didn't hate it... After being conferred the title of Earl, she had received too much courtesy from the outside world, and this kind of straightforward address made her more comfortable.
So she answered: "I don't think anyone can do better than Professor Cindy in terms of accumulation and understanding of professional knowledge."
"No...no! It's different!" Will shook his head frantically.
Seeing that there were not many people around and most people had already left, he lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I told you straight out, Miss Hitzfeld, that no one likes to attend classes at the Divine Academy. Some students at the Divine Academy, if their families didn't insist on them studying here, would probably rather go to some schools outside."
"Why?" Hitzfeld said calmly, "Because it's boring?"
That was the only reason she could think of.
Just like Ferdinand... It was like this when Nosa-Ferdinand was in charge of the Theological Seminary. The rhythm of his lectures was really a bit rigid. Subjects like writing and history should be very vivid and attractive, but he turned them into "mathematics".
Oh, this is not fair to mathematics. If I remember correctly, Will Lawrence in front of me used to be an assistant to Paul Drake, so he must be good at science, that is, mathematics. Maybe in Will's opinion, the classes in the Theological Seminary are not as interesting as mathematics.
"Basically, I just read from a book." Will nodded, looking a little pitiful. "For example, when we were talking about the history of currency and trade relations... Not only was it boring, but the progress was also so slow. He might as well just throw the textbook to us to read on our own!"
Hitzfeld wanted to laugh a little, as it reminded her of the time in her previous life when she was daydreaming in class. The teacher was teaching the current lesson, but she treated the textbook as a storybook and kept flipping through the content at the back.
As she led Will towards the office, she tried to correct him: "Anyway, Professor Cindy is a qualified teacher..."
Cindy was not a suspect after all.
Well, it is true that he has also raised that tree. But he has not shown any abnormality so far.
In fact, this is exactly the reason why Hitzfeld is in a hurry to come to Dream City again. She wants to know who the "he" that Film is talking about is and when Film started to receive such information.
This was absolutely crucial because, under the surveillance of the secret police, the Security Service obtained intelligence that "Firm had never communicated with any idle social personnel."
Either "he" is a certain Barish, Ebony-Dodge, or some noble in this circle.
Or it may be related to that Bai Mu tree.
She had thought it through. If even Pusiangsi couldn't find out the problem with the Baimu tree, then she planned to try to grow the tree herself under the guidance of Ms. Yusilian.
It's just raising a spirit... It shouldn't be difficult for her. She just wanted to try whether there was any problem with this step. If she could eliminate Bai Mu's suspicion, then there would be no need to devote her energy to this in the future.
She felt a little guilty because both Pushuangsi and the students seemed to want her to come back and give lectures.
She is not opposed to coming back, but not during this period.
Will is still unwilling to acknowledge Professor Cindy. He even begins to attack Cindy's appearance, saying that looking at an old man and looking at a beautiful lady give people completely different feelings.
You are so forward-thinking, Baron, do you know, or does your brother know that?
Hitzfeld couldn't help but look at him again.
I thought Will had grown up and matured after working as Paul Drake's assistant and gaining some experience, but it seems some people's nature is hard to change.
Will thought this was a look of "respect" for him, so he started to show off his homework to her. But when he turned the corner, he didn't pay attention to the front and bumped into another student.
"Well!"
"Hiss... don't you have eyes?"
The two men cried out in pain, and Will added a threat viciously.
But after seeing who the other person was, his momentum visibly withered, just like a mouse that met a cat, and could no longer be arrogant.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but find it interesting, because the person Will bumped into was none other than Ron Barish, whom they met last time next to Bai Mu - the illegitimate child who had great potential and repeatedly expressed his willingness to join him.
"Will." Ron patted his not-so-dirty clothes and said calmly, "You should have heard the professors emphasize that it is best not to come into contact with immature spirits."
Immature spirits refer to children like them who have not yet fully grown up.
No matter how they came to Dream City, they were all spirits, and spirits were mixed with a person's spiritual thoughts and even thoughts and memories.
"Immature spirits have immature cognition and knowledge. If they come into contact in a dream, they are likely to pass on their memories and consciousness."
Ron glanced at Hitzfeld who was standing next to him and continued to lecture Will in the same tone.
"At that time, amnesia will be considered mild. The worst case scenario is that both parties will experience cognitive confusion, each gaining a part of the other's life experience, thinking that they are another person, and it is even possible that they will exchange bodies after returning."
"This is something that is tested on every exam... How dare you not look at the road here?"
"You have nothing to lose anyway!"
Will muttered.
"What happened if I bumped into you?"
"So, you want your father to know about this..." Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"You can ask me to do anything!" Will immediately became intimidated, with both shoulders drooping.
"Just don't tell my brother... they'll definitely kill me."
"Mr. Barish."
Hitzfeld just happened to interrupt.
"What is your relationship?"
"As you can see, Count."
Ron immediately bowed to her.
"Although I don't have many friends here, Will..."
"He and I have some common topics."
Chapter 73: The Collapse of Delita (Two in One)
Will Larrance and Ron Baresch.
This young pair is quite interesting... Will obviously looks taller and stronger, but he is a little afraid of the skinny Ron. That fear always makes Hitzfeld wonder if the latter has some leverage over him.
One of these two men is the illegitimate son of an important official of the dynasty, and the other is the son of the richest man in the country. Both of them have arrogant personalities - what she meant was that Will even dared to ignore her. Logically speaking, the identity of "illegitimate child" should be the one that Will despises the most.
"It's because of a bet." Lang En saw her confusion and took the initiative to answer her question. "Everyone can see his bad temper. Once he tried to unite others to make things difficult for me. I gave them a question and said I would agree to a condition if they could answer it."
"Since it's a bet, both parties should have a stake." Hitzfeld looked at Will, "What is their bet?"
"He wanted to let me go," Ron said calmly, "but Will thought I looked down on him, so he sent the others away alone, saying that if he lost, he would also agree to one of my conditions."
He hadn't heard the question at that time, right?
Hitzfeld looked at Will with a strange look mixed with care and sympathy.
It's not that she looks down on people, but the child of the Barish family is abnormal.
Which kid starts studying monetary economics at the age of fourteen or fifteen? Not to mention studying it well... This is not an excuse for his family background, because Hitzfeld feels that even Lulun-Baresch, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, does not have such vision.
That was also "beyond the syllabus knowledge", something that required a vision beyond the times to see. The fact that Long En could study to this extent was enough to show his qualifications, and Will was simply overestimating himself compared to him.
