For him, there is no heavier blow than this. He did not make a wrong decision without knowing it like Coldis did, but he gave up that possibility on his own initiative when he knew that Alfred cared about him and loved him very much.
He thought he was a man of great righteousness, even a hero. He repeatedly told himself that all those who died in his hands were valuable and sacrificed their lives for the great "revolution", but in the end he found that he had underestimated the weight of that love on the other side of the scale.
When this persistence was shattered, all his motivations collapsed. So he simply told everything, accepting no one, and answering whatever Hitzfeld asked him, as long as he knew it.
"Why did you kill him?" This was the most important question Hitzfeld thought out of selfishness. "You should have known that he had discovered what you were doing... He hadn't reported it for so many years, why did you kill him now?"
"He didn't report it because he believed we were harmless." Amara was silent for a while before answering her, "But this time it's different... The organization has decided to take action and start our first and last official operation. The scale of this operation will be unprecedented and will definitely have a huge impact on Wayne."
"So you decided to shoot him?"
"...I know this matter cannot be concealed." Amura lowered his head. "As the noise gets louder, he will definitely notice it, and then naturally think of me... He will definitely come to ask me, so it's better for me to take the initiative to tell you."
After a pause, he continued, "I asked him if he could just leave it alone, just like he had never cared about us in all those years before, and he refused."
"Good refusal--!"
The half-open door was pushed open, and Xia Yibing strode in wearing high-top boots. Her sharp eyes were hidden under the shadow of her big hat, and she did not hide her hatred for the murderer.
She had intended to come in with Hitzfeld, but the girl said that there were some matters that needed to be discussed with Amera alone, and she wanted to see if there was any chance of "winning him over" directly.
Seeing that she had indeed "won over" the man, the woman naturally couldn't hold back. How could such a thing happen without being present at the scene?
"I thought I knew him very well." Xia Yibing said this in a low voice. "As the case progressed, I once suspected that I had made a mistake, but now I am sure that I was right! He is a true Knight of the Red Rose!"
Amara could certainly hear the sarcasm in her words, but he didn't react to it.
He just stared at the photo album in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"And then," Hitzfeld broke the silence, "if he refuses, you shoot him..."
"Yes." Amura nodded. "I was furious at the time... I thought he had finally chosen his side, and that this was a betrayal of my trust in him over the years... I was so stupid at the time, so I thought, instead of letting him kill my companions in the next war, or letting my companions kill him, I might as well do it myself."
"Bang!" He was kicked over by the furious female sheriff.
"Bitch! You're just a beast—"
"Xia!" Hitzfeld hurried forward to hold her back, "At least, let him finish his words!"
The advice from her lover was useful. Xia Yibing calmed down a bit, although it was still obvious that she was still furious.
She and Alfred have been friends for many years.
Hitzfeld thought to himself.
Although there was a big age gap between them, they had always had a good relationship. When Xia Yibing was sure that Alfred had not really betrayed his position and had been upholding justice from beginning to end, she certainly could not tolerate his ending - being killed by the child she had rescued and temporarily adopted.
An old man who had made great contributions to the country could not even spend his old age in peace. Such an accident happened.
She must have thought it was a dereliction of duty on her part.
"Please continue, Mr. Doria." In order to rescue the woman from this state as soon as possible, Hitzfeld chose to speed up the process, "I want to know about the 'war'."
“This question is too general…”
Amra got up from the ground, but only raised his upper body and sat on the cabinet.
"Let's start with your theft. I want to know, your initial target was the 'Purple Sapphire and Gold Crown'?"
"Yes."
"Who told you about it?"
"Someone contacted me, I don't know the details, he is hiding in the painting..."
"Wait—in what?"
Xia Yibing stared.
Hitzfeld didn't show any strange expression, as if she had expected this to happen.
"In a painting." Amara wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stretched out her hand to show them, "A painting - a portrait. I don't know how they did it, but the person in the painting can speak... I have been relying on him to communicate with them."
"'who are they?"
"A supernatural organization similar to ours?" Amura hesitated. "I don't know much. At best, I only know that the Light of Savior intends to cooperate with them."
"Portrait..." Hitzfeld pondered for a moment, took out a small notebook and a pen, and quickly sketched the content on it.
After a few seconds, she tore off three pages of paper, walked over to Amara and arranged them on the ground one by one.
"Look, is this one of them?"
What she depicted were none other than the three works that were stolen from the exhibition area on the second floor of the Ross Golden Crown.
"shepherd".
The Shoemaker's Wife.
"Peasants Attending the Square Meeting".
In such a short time, her painting was of course not very specific, but it was no problem for her to draw an abstract outline with chaotic lines. She believed that if it was one of the paintings, Amara would definitely recognize it.
“It’s this one.”
Amera pointed to the paper in the middle.
It's The Shoemaker's Wife.
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other and asked, "So these paintings were problematic from the beginning?"
"Yes."
“Can the person in this painting come out?”
"I'm not sure, but I think it will come out."
"reason."
"I sent people to sneak into the bottom of the house through the sewer pipe. We couldn't get up, but soon someone above pried open the pipe and dropped everything down." Amara replied, "And I didn't know that there were people from our side in the house beforehand. We just followed the instructions and waited down there. The only thing I could think of was that someone in the painting came out and did these things."
The mystery of the secret room was also solved.
The contaminated paintings do have magical powers. Hitzfeld was once dragged into a real fantasy by a painting. That was the first time she and Alfred met.
Was this why she had doubts in advance?
Xia Yibing glanced at her, feeling annoyed that she hadn't thought of it before.
Hitzfeld continued to ask questions: "And then you betrayed your organization and concealed the news that you had obtained the crown."
Amara finally showed a look of surprise, as if asking how did you know?
"That's obvious." Hitzfeld pursed his lips, "Otherwise why would they steal it a second time?"
Amara was stunned.
But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense... The unknown organization's target from the beginning was the crown. Since I didn't hand it over, of course they had to steal it a second time so that they could launch the attack after knowing the inside story.
"I checked the second batch of stolen jewelry, and there are two crowns in it." Hitzfeld said lightly, "I guess the information you got is incomplete, and you don't know what it looks like."
"That's right..."
Amera nodded.
"What does 'war' specifically mean?" Xia Yibing also had something she wanted to ask urgently.
“Refugees,” Amara said.
"Refugees? Collecting refugees and bringing them to the capital? But isn't that what you've been doing? It turns out that it's useless."
"That's because many people couldn't get in in the past. The cost of sending them in was too high, and the Light of Salvation couldn't afford it."
Amara said, "But it's different now - because of the return of Aishazhou, the control of the floating population in all dioceses has dropped sharply. We can easily bring people in and maintain it for a while."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"It's been several months... Think about when the sailing craze started, it probably started in the middle."
Xia Yibing couldn't help but widen her eyes.
How many fucking people do we need to get in there for them?
"I estimate that there are about 500 people... or even thousands." Amara smiled bitterly. "There are a lot of people. According to my understanding, many people who were deliberately dispersed by you and arranged to live in other parishes are willing to come here."
Then this is indeed a "war".
Hitzfeld shook his head.
If there were only these people, even if Wayne's control was insufficient, considering that they were just ordinary people, the damage they could cause was actually quite limited.
But these people were not the only ones involved in this matter.
To put it bluntly, these refugees are just pawns. Taking into account the manipulators behind the scenes, it is hard to say how much influence this force can have.
Chapter 82: The Name of Betrayal
Xia Yibing was very concerned about the "war" and asked Amora some questions, but Amora didn't know much about it.
"I don't know their specific plans. I only know that they intend to gather all their forces... I guess they want to achieve what they have always wanted, which is to force the king to pay attention to them and promote the establishment of new laws through this movement."
"What new law?"
"From now on, no disaster victims will be executed."
"That's impossible." Xia Yibing denied him almost without hesitation.
Then she noticed that Hitzfeld was also looking at her, and immediately explained: "Well... our technology has indeed improved, thanks to the various schools of Poltergeist, and of course, you (looking at the girl), but the detection methods are not stable, and we cannot guarantee that we can see through people's hearts."
Nightmares and curses are both stubborn diseases that reside in the deepest parts of people's hearts. Even security agents and secret agents who have records and observation logs can sometimes misjudge the situation, let alone civilians whose personalities are not accurately recorded?
How can we accurately judge such a thing? We can't judge it at all!
Therefore, this demand was impossible to achieve from the very beginning. In Xia Yibing's opinion, instead of pursuing this, it would be better to expand the country's military - to fill in more manpower in prevention and control projects and prevent the outbreak of evil disasters at the root.
"I have another question." Xia Yibing stared at Amura, "Since you shot him, you must agree with this war."
"...Yes." Amura nodded reluctantly.
"Since you agree with this war, you should know that no matter whether it is the Xinhuo Gang or the Charcoal Gang, these people are part of your war plan." Xia Yibing's tone gradually became sharper, "Then why do you want to kill them? Use their death to become invisible?"
It saves me a lot of trouble.
Hitzfeld gave her an approving look.
This matter is indeed very strange. No matter how the person behind the scenes plans to operate, every refugee here is his chess piece and power. The loss of one means one less.
If Amora agrees with this philosophy, he shouldn't have killed people and then fled. What he did - killing his companions, hiding his identity, and concealing the fact that he got the crown, it looks like he has defected from the light of salvation.
If that's the case, why would he shoot Alfred for the light of salvation?
His words and actions are very contradictory.
"I agree with their ideas and actions, but I..." Amora hesitated several times.
Finally he sighed: "But I don't think they can win."
"Why?" Xia Yibing asked.
"Because I had a dream." Amara confessed, "In that dream, I saw a real 'revolution'. The power of the crowd was dozens, hundreds of times greater than I could have imagined...! I saw them flatten everything that stood in their way, and saw them chop off the king's head...! Compared to that dream, reality seems like a farce. I feel--"
"You believe that 'revolution' needs to leave seeds, and only you are qualified to be this seed." Hitzfeld exposed his thoughts.
"So you must fake your death and escape before the 'war' begins. In this way, even if you fail, all the people in the Light of Salvation will die, and you will be the only one alive. I guess you must have been wandering around the docks during this period. Are you thinking of going to Elsa to develop if you fail?"
“???” The look in Amara’s eyes when she looked at her was no longer one of surprise, it was as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic towards him.
Poor guy, he really interprets the saying "If you take the wrong path, there's no way back" perfectly... He even found such a bad way to back up, what can you do?
Because Aishazhou is also their territory.
Xia has a large territory there, and Madeline inherited the throne of the Niang family. If Amora really goes to Aisha to establish his power, he will soon understand what it means to be beaten by fate.
Now the truth of the "death of the agent" and the "jewelry theft" has been revealed. Amara doesn't know who is behind the scenes. He said that he has never seen those paintings again, and there are no those things in the jewelry he received. He only talked to the painting "The Shoemaker's Wife" before the operation began, and they disappeared after the operation.
Then there is only one core issue left hanging on him.
"crown."
Hitzfeld held out his hand to him.
"On you?"
"Are you going to take it to the prison?"
