Of course he's a knight, since he's wearing power armor.
He was indeed a stranger, because he was neither Harrison, Josie, and Marseille, nor Flick and Carlo.
Baiyin probably doesn't have the courage to do that.
So he is...
"Belmaron."
Harrison's tone suddenly became serious.
"Be careful, Count."
“This guy is a little different from us.”
At the same time, the Belmaren Knight had walked up to Colonel Bilis and his group and said, "I'll count to ten."
"If you still stand here and disgrace yourself after I finish counting, I will execute you for treason."
"I was serious."
"None of you can escape."
Chapter 15: Serial Murder Case (Two in One)
That was Belmaren.
Hitzfeld watched the dispute over there from afar, and couldn't help but think of the various legends about the Golden Knight.
First of all, we must make it clear that there are very few famous Golden Knights. Some are like Desca Knights, who have other side jobs besides being a knight. Others are like Red Knights, who hold high positions in the entire organization. ①
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①: Knight Descartes, also known as "Descar-Lavos". Appeared in the chapter "Bartlett Beach". Knight Red, also known as "Fabula Red". He is the leader of all the Flint Knights in the Central Parish. He appeared in the chapter "Dead Silence Woodland". He went to the town to visit Hitzfeld and others with the disguised Charuni. The "Captain of the Legion" mentioned by the Knight of Marseille is him. After the new army was formed, he also served as the commander-in-chief of the three armies.
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Belmaren is a member of the Ascetic sect. There is almost only one way for the Ascetic gold to become famous, and that is to go all the way on the path of asceticism and become a "walking saint" like Knight Karl, who is praised by others.
But Belmullen is different from Carl, he doesn't care about the life or death of others.
For people like Carl, penance is not an end, but a means to an end. Hitzfeld once tried to figure out what Carl was thinking. Considering that he was from Orwater, she believed that the purpose of Carl's penance was to better protect the people and prevent the tragedy of Orwater from happening again.
But for Belmaren, penance is an end in itself.
Unlike Carl, he did not donate most of his money, but invested it in training in extreme environments again and again.
He once climbed a glacier and stood on his head bare-chested in the crater of a volcano. He once tried to cross the Gray Sea to reach Goli alone, but he failed because he lost his way in the ocean.
He is a seeker, and all he wants is to polish his body and will. Perhaps he thinks that only by doing so can he maintain the most loyal faith, and he believes that only those who hold this faith can ascend to the kingdom of God after death.
Hitzfeld felt that he could not hate such people. They might indeed be difficult to get along with, but think about it, in the darkest days, they were the only ones who firmly believed that the goddess still existed. This kind of tenacious spirit is indeed what a civilization needs.
But that's all.
Ascetics are indeed different from Ascetics. If he wanted to establish a relationship and communicate with her, the time he spent coming down from the airport tower should be enough for him to find her. But now she was standing here watching the situation on purpose. Anyone with a discerning eye could see who she was waiting for. However, after dismissing Colonel Bilis and Lieutenant Colonel Kabu, Belmaren walked to the end of the street alone, walking away under everyone's gaze.
"Oh." Darent narrowed his eyes slightly, "He is very, very rude."
He had also heard some stories about Belmaren, and originally thought that the legends might be exaggerated. At the very least, he should restrain his arrogance when meeting important officials of the kingdom.
But I didn't expect it to be like this.
No wonder he's so unpopular.
Would Hitzfeld care?
He turned around to look at the car, only to find that the two "protagonists" had already gotten into the car and their figures could no longer be seen.
He quickly ran to the car behind. There was not a single familiar person on the airship he was on. He was very upset along the way. He had to have dinner with them today no matter what and pour out all the grievances he had along the way.
Marseille and the others were not so anxious. As gold members, they had their own power armor in a box to carry with them. That thing could not be towed by a car, so they had to wait for more than a minute for the truck behind them to arrive.
"You shouldn't have recommended Belmaren to her."
Hearing this, Marseille turned around suddenly.
It was Frick, the Golden Knight known for his smoothness and steadiness, who was looking at him with a serious expression.
"I think Belmaren is worthy." Marseille paused and replied, "He is enough to make up for the remaining four places."
"You're still the same." Frick narrowed his eyes. "I thought that after so many years, the impression left on you would be nothing more than your thick eyebrows. I didn't expect that you still like to trust your intuition in such critical decisions."
"What's wrong with trusting your intuition?" Marseille was unconvinced. "I'm telling you, Frick! Stop using your theories to teach me!"
After he finished speaking, he probably felt that it was not enough, so he added: "You are no longer the squad leader... Stop using the same tricks you used back then to pressure others!"
"You still know that I was once the monitor." Frick showed a sarcastic smile, "I was reminding you with good intentions... but since you don't want to listen, forget it."
"Carlo, let's go first."
"Okay, Captain~" Carlo agreed with a smile.
Although he was not of the same generation as the other golds, he knew that Frick was his guide. He would not choose any other path if he could follow Frick, and he did not care about any internal disputes.
An armored truck stopped right at the door. Frick called for a flatbed truck and threw his armor box on it first. When he was about to get on the truck, he looked back.
"Use your brain, Marseille. If I was tired of seeing you, why didn't I just refuse the call-up?"
"I know those two people. As long as I don't want to come, I believe they won't make it difficult for me."
"boom!"
After closing the door, the truck drove away.
Marseille frowned his iconic thick eyebrows and fell into deep thought. He was not only wondering whether he had really done something wrong, but Flick's words "I like to trust my intuition on key decisions" also hurt him.
Come to think of it, he had done quite a few wrong things over the years. If he had not been a direct descendant of Commander Red, he might not have had the opportunity to train the Northern Legion.
"Are you hesitating again?"
Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder. When I turned around, it turned out to be Qiao Xi.
Knight Josi, who was tall and thin, was a monk who could hardly be identified from his smiling appearance. He approached Marseille and said to him in a voice that only this circle could hear: "Of course I can understand you... After all, you always fail at critical moments, which is why we all think you are not qualified to lead the Northern Legion."
"Get out of here!" Ma Sai slapped his hand away. "You have no right to talk about me!"
"Josie is just stating the facts." Harrison stood between them. "The monitor is being very polite, Marseille. All of us tried to help you. Do we want to hurt you? Go back and think about it."
The two sides had been in conflict and resentment for a long time, so Harrison had nothing to say to him, so he and Josie got into the second car and left.
Is it really me who has the problem?
Marseille crossed his arms and was very unconvinced. He felt that these people were just prejudiced. This prejudice was not only directed at him, Marseille, but also at Belmaren, the classmate they all witnessed back then, who could only be described as "mysterious".
Obviously, we all saw that scene at that time... When Belmaren encountered those injustices, you all could have stood up and said something for him... but things eventually turned out to be what they are now.
Even Commander Red wouldn't let me get involved in this matter. Why is that? Why doesn't he ever send Belmalen to carry out such critical missions to demonstrate his strength in this way?
He was puzzled here, while Colonel Bilis was almost furious after he realized what was going on.
"This is simply... outrageous!"
The old colonel yelled angrily and waved the officer's baton in the direction Belmaren left.
"You have no manners or manners...your mother must have died before you were born!"
It had always been him, Bilis, who was unreasonable to others. This was the first time he had seen someone more arrogant than himself! How could he put on such a show?
"..." Lieutenant Colonel Kabu, whose face had been doubted by Hitzfeld for ten thousand years, twitched slightly and whispered, "Then how was he born?"
The sound was not loud, but it was enough to reach Colonel Bilis' heart.
"I--" The colonel turned around with his eyes wide open, pointing his scepter at him for a long time, and finally his eyes rolled and his body began to twitch.
"Oh my God, his illness has recurred!" Lieutenant Colonel Cab exclaimed and hurried forward to support his body.
"Go find someone... Where are those medics who always follow him?"
"Go find them—medical officers!"
……
As the convoy drove through the streets of Sicily, attracting the attention of passers-by, Hitzfeld was also observing the local customs from inside the car.
As for the city, she had seen the general layout when she landed. Now it was mainly about the people.
She also discovered that the skin of the people in Xixinna was indeed darker than that of other places. This darker color was not as dark as coal, but similar to olive or dark brown, and many residents had the genetic characteristics of overseas natives.
"Thick lips." Xia Yibing retracted her gaze to the side and nodded, analyzing: "This shows that they are not opposed to intermarriage with slaves."
She was referring to female slaves, who were in higher demand than male slaves.
The Blood Crystal Crow also flew out at this time and looked around the streets. She shook her head as she looked around, and from time to time she expressed feelings such as "It has changed so much..." and "It is completely different from what I remembered".
"What was Sisin like in the past?" Hitzfeld asked curiously.
"It's a city of art." Blood Crystal Crow said, "The art of the Xixinna people has absorbed many styles from both Seran and Latadia. They especially love white and orange. The regional flag is a tricolor flag of orange, white, and orange, with the national emblem of Seran in the middle."
Memories are the best topic starters, especially for an "old man" with a long life. Blood Crystal Crow has too many memories that he wants to express and commemorate.
So she couldn't stop talking once she started, starting from Xixinna's artistic style to the first alien invasion, and describing in detail how the virus monsters from the deep sea destroyed the civilization here.
“It’s a generational gap,” she concluded.
"Except for the name, there is nothing in the current Xixinna that is related to the original Xixinna...art, customs, culture, race...they are all different. I knew that no one could stay..."
Her tone was low, and even the most obtuse person could tell that she was a little sad.
Xia Yibing felt itchy and couldn't help but reach out and touch the head of her bird.
"Hey!" The crow was immediately furious.
"Show some respect to the youngster!"
"I'm not to the point where I need a brat like you to comfort me."
The woman curled her lips.
Although her logic was correct, and compared to the Bloodborne King, she was indeed a brat, but her words were really rude...
They arrived at the government building amid the quarrel. After getting off the car, Hitzfeld saw a group of people waiting at the door to greet him.
The leader was a slightly plump man, about meters tall, wearing a white suit and medals, as if he was afraid that others didn't know that he had made contributions to the country.
"I am Terry Hayden, the administrator of Sicinna."
The man introduced himself right away.
"I received news in advance that you two were coming. I thought that the person whom even Fu Rong recommended in a letter must be extraordinary, so I must be here to welcome you."
"You're welcome, Sir Hayden."
Faced with such an official occasion, Xia Yibing let Hitzfeld come by himself. She had already told the girl to wear gloves in advance, thinking that this way she would not suffer any loss whether it was a handshake or a kiss.
As a result, Hitzfeld completely ignored Haydn's invitation to shake her hand, and Haydn had to improvise and put his raised hand to his head and scratched it twice.
"..." Xia Yibing tried her best to look away, but her trembling lips betrayed her.
The discord in etiquette did not become a conflict, and neither side took it to heart. As Haydn led them to the restaurant, the topic gradually got on track along the way.
"You should know why we are here," Hitzfeld said. "In just over a month, 24 people died in Manion and more than 30 people are missing. This has caused panic in the city."
"Yes!" Haydn was also excited when talking about this. "I thought they would send a random seventh or eighth level agent to deal with it after reporting the news, but I didn't expect it to be the earl. On behalf of the entire diocese, I thank the earl."
Is it your turn to thank me?
Xia Yibing saw it clearly. If this guy could really represent Xixinna, he should not be waiting at the door of the administrative building, but should greet them at the airport tower as soon as he came up.
So who was the person they actually met first in the tower?
It was Lieutenant Colonel Cab.
So it is obvious that Lieutenant Colonel Kabu is the current head of the West Xinna Parish. This Haydn's words are not counted.
However, this person was quite clever. He did not make a final statement right away, saying things like "the case will be solved if Count Xieyang comes". It was obvious that he had considered the worst possible scenario and wanted to avoid causing any bad feelings from this side.
Those who play politics have dirty minds...
Secretly shaking her head, Xia Yibing thought sadly that she could now see through all these connotations at a glance, which showed that her heart was beginning to become impure.
When did I become like this?
Oh, maybe that's Yusirion's fault.
It's all because of this girl who keeps talking nonsense all day long. She reads newspapers and comments on every piece of news she sees. From national affairs to regional conflicts, there is nothing she can't talk about. I haven't realized it yet and she has had this kind of influence on me.
