The inference is logical, but I'm afraid it won't be that simple?
She knew what Hitzfeld wanted to say. He was simply trying to take advantage of Lana's fear or submission to 'Julia' and keep getting closer to Lana as 'Julia' to try to control her again.
But this could backfire. The power that Julia possessed in the Mithros world is not something we have now. Once Lana overcomes this submissive mentality and she finds out that this is not Julia, or that Julia has become weak, the situation could get even worse.
"I'm sure." Hitzfeld just said, "We have a trump card... Don't worry about these things. You've done a good job. You should rest now."
Isn't this a tone that comforts Ashley?
Xia Yibing was a little amused and felt like she had turned into a child, and Hitzfeld had become a stepmother-like character.
But don’t tell me, it doesn’t feel bad.
Especially Aisuen...the look on her face...
Is it my illusion?
Or was it because she was actually pregnant? Why did the more I looked at her, the more I felt that her face was so beautiful and peaceful...even "holy"?
"tutor."
Regardless of Xia Yibing's shock, that holy expression was fleeting and had already left Hitzfeld's face. She called out behind the curtains, and the blood crystal crow flew down and landed on the bedside table.
"I'm going to be out for a while, please take a look at her, Master."
"If you want me to analyze these things with her, just tell me." Blood Crystal Crow said lazily, "But I have to be frank. The Sun God Kingdom didn't find any traces when they passed by there. We have never dealt with the Mithros people, so I'm afraid we won't get anything from me."
"I just asked the instructor to take care of Xia."
"Then you are being a little disrespectful to me..."
Knowing that Blood Crystal Crow was just speaking in anger, Hitzfeld smiled and then got off the bed.
Only then did Xia Yibing realize how ambiguous their postures were just now - the girl seemed to have lifted up her skirt and raised one leg to press on the bed, and her posture and style of lifting her hair to reveal her left ear, this... this unique maturity, even with a bit of wind... the charm of wind, what kind of wind?
I am a wounded soldier. I am a wounded soldier.
She kept repeating it in her mind.
My spirit must have been affected by the flower mist, hmm.
Otherwise I wouldn't associate those dirty things.
……
Leaving the room, Hitzfeld heard a loud argument.
This should be the arrival of the Marseille knight and the 'High Priest of Falaam', which means she came out just in time, almost at the right time.
The place she was in at the moment was the administrative building of Manion. This was where the mayor of Kuroki, Fu Rong, had worked before. It was similar in structure to the building in Xixinna, but it was a little smaller than the district chief's location. Therefore, the so-called public reading room was equivalent to the lounge over there. When she came in, she noticed that there were many bookshelves there, and thought that this might be what Fu Rong had left behind.
Because she had already done her research, the city of Manion currently had no chief executive (that is, mayor).
Manion is a very special place. It is under the Diocese of Sicinna and is the border with the natives in the mountains. The Wayne nobles called their duties here exile, which is not wrong to some extent. Correspondingly, the White Shadow Palace is also very cautious about this kind of transfer.
What was the direction of the recent trend? The old power of the nobility in Wayne was completely uprooted by them, and countless people were hiding their heads and pretending to be turtles. Those who were guilty were either imprisoned or hanged, but there was no such thing as a light or serious case to be exiled to this frontier to suffer.
So the position here became vacant for a while and was managed by the administrator of Sicinna, that is, Haydn.
"Where is this 'Earl of the Sun'?"
A guy in a cloth robe and a big black beard came over shouting and saw Hitzfeld coming out of the corridor.
"……you?"
He was a little shocked. Is this the Earl? He looks too young!
But according to their understanding, it was indeed a countess, and she was the only one among the people present who met this condition, so even if he didn't want to admit it, he still forced himself to recognize who the person was.
"Ahem!" After coughing twice, the man extended his hand towards me in an impolite manner, "Good evening, Count... Is that right? I'm the guard of our high priest, my name is Bom, and I didn't expect you to be so good-looking..."
"Bomdab!" A stern shout came from behind, "How dare you be rude to the count!?"
The bearded man jumped up with his eyes wide open, and immediately turned around and stood up, saying in defense: "I just wanted to say hello to the Earl!"
"Shut up!" An old man with a white beard walked quickly out of the crowd, leaning on a cane, and tapped Bom with a look of disappointment.
"From now on, you are not allowed to speak without my permission!"
Bohm's mouth curled down fiercely, and it was obvious that he was very unconvinced. But he did not dare to disobey the order, and he really stood there without moving.
"Forgive me, Count. I didn't discipline them properly." The white-bearded old man bowed slightly and introduced himself. "I'm Faram Dab. As you can see, our suffix is associated with the tribe. I disturbed you tonight because I wanted to know what happened to those children in prison. Please believe that we hope to resolve this matter peacefully."
Oh, this one talks too much...
Hitzfeld couldn't help but wonder why Faram was so polite to her, because if this was the consistent nature of the native priest, the integration of the Sara people and the natives would not have become a difficult problem with many conflicts.
"Because you said that if we can't reach an agreement, then... so we transferred all the knights here." Frick leaned close to her ear and whispered, "plus the people who retreated from the mountain. He saw it all when he came in."
It turned out to be the case.
Hitzfeld understood.
They're scared.
Obviously, the moving armor and long-handled hammers have made Falam realize who the owner of this land is. He may have thought a lot on the way here, and finally decided to change his attitude and communicate with this side.
This is good.
This saves her the trouble of giving all kinds of hints.
"Then let's make it short."
A group of people came to the center of the room, and Hitzfeld asked Falam to sit down opposite him.
Behind her, standing against the wall were Golden Knight Frick, Golden Knight Carlo, and Golden Knight Belmaren.
Behind Faram stood Golden Knight Marseille, Golden Knight Harrison, and Golden Knight Josie.
His only guard, Bom, was standing at the right wall of the table - side by side with Ashley. On the sofa on the left sat Darent and Old Bal, both dressed in black. Darent was writing something down with a notebook and a pen.
Bohm felt that this treatment was very depressing, just like guarding a prisoner.
Are you kidding me? We are the victims!
"...That's about it." Hitzfeld briefly told Falam what happened in Sisburg, and finally said to him directly: "We plan to conduct an investigation on all the Buro people who stayed in Sisina to develop. I hope the Dab tribe can take the lead and cooperate."
Although Faram didn't show it on his face, he was actually sweating coldly.
It turned out to be like this...
No wonder he said that as soon as he entered the building, he saw so many armored soldiers and there was a murderous atmosphere in the air. It turned out that the evil followers of Eclipse had got in!
As the chief priest of the tribe, he can be said to be the most respected person in the Dab tribe. He is not young anymore, and according to his knowledge of the country of Sara accumulated over the long years, they will not give you any room for negotiation on any matter involving the Eclipse Church.
If it's just a local conflict, then they can talk about it, even if someone is killed. At this time, the Sara people seem very weak in the eyes of many Dab people.
But Faram knew that was not the truth. The true face of the Sara people would only be exposed when they were involved with evil followers. They would instantly switch from being friendly to being fierce and resolute! The change in between was so great that it caught people off guard.
He had seen it with his own eyes when he was a child... There was a village next to the Dab tribe, called the Chir tribe. Their people were involved in an evil incident. The Chir priest thought that this matter was "talkable" like any other conflict, so he firmly rejected the Sara people's request to enter the village to investigate.
And then?
Then the Chil tribe disappeared.
A fire spread across the hilltop, and the entire village was destroyed in the fire. Afterwards, the Manion region issued a statement, which roughly meant that "the people of the Chil tribe colluded with evildoers and attempted to harm other creatures. All hidden dangers have been dealt with by the dedicated department. Other Bro people, don't worry too much."
Don’t think too much. How can you not think too much?
The Qir tribe is slightly larger than the Dab tribe, with several hundred people. A village like this can be destroyed at will, without even giving you room to explain!
From then on, Falaam knew that when talking to the Sara people, he could discuss anything else except those involving the gray fog and the evil followers that were entangled with the gray fog. No matter whether you had a reason before or not, as long as you were involved, even if it was just suspicion, if they made any requests and you did not cooperate, you would not have a second chance.
No one will explain to you how serious the matter is, no one will remind you of the consequences if you continue to resist, and no one will give you any warning!
As long as you dare to say no, they will take action.
Sweat flowed down his neck to his collar, and Faram thought a lot at this moment.
It doesn't make any sense.
So he chose to bow his head to the earl who was young enough to be his granddaughter.
"The Dab tribe is willing to cooperate."
Chapter 34 Hidden Dangers (Two in One)
"Chief Priest, I don't understand..."
They stayed in the administrative building for the time being. After entering the room, Bohm muttered quietly: "Even if we want to show weakness, we shouldn't have said nothing!"
When they made the decision to come here, neither Falam nor Bohm had expected that the conversation with the young earl would last so short.
"You don't understand." Faram looked back at him. "It's not appropriate to make any demands at this time... Maybe after the relationship has eased and the things they care about have been resolved, we can make demands, but making demands now will only lead to the decline of the tribe."
"Is it really that exaggerated!?"
"That's just an exaggeration, Pom."
Faram did not hesitate. Now there was nothing to hide. He directly told Bom the news about the Chil tribe from his childhood memories, which really surprised Bom.
Is there such a history?
"But I never knew about this... I thought there were only people from our Dabu tribe near the mountain... Why has no one ever mentioned this before?"
"It's not that no one has said it, it's just that you and your fathers don't believe it." Faram sighed, "Everything seems so stable and peaceful. In addition, each of our tribes does not communicate with each other through letters, and the tribes are relatively closed. Even if a dozen or twenty disobedient people disappeared over the past few hundred years, how many Buro people would remember it unless they really cared about it?"
In his opinion, the Dabu tribe’s appeal was a big deal in the past. After all, they had lost people—more than a dozen! They wanted an explanation anyway, otherwise how could they face the families of the dead? They had to fulfill their duties.
But if this matter is compared with the life and death of the Dab tribe, and if there is an example like the Chir tribe for reference, then its nature will immediately become unimportant.
Death is better than extinction. It was not until recently that Faram realized that this country had the strength to brutally suppress all the native tribes. The Sara people could have dispersed them all and treated them as slaves or the lowest citizens. Maybe they needed to at least recognize a master, maybe they needed to change their beliefs, but it should not be such a gentle integration. This kind of gentleness seems so creepy today.
If he had not inquired from various channels about the number of evil incidents in this city and knew that Manion was not prominent even among western cities, Faram would have really thought that this gentleness was deliberate indulgence - allowing this pristine soil to lure evildoers.
"So what should we do next?" Bohm also began to hesitate. "The Countess of the Sun seems to be very difficult to talk to. She is more fierce than a man."
In fact, that was not the case at all. If Hitzfeld were asked to comment, she would argue that she was polite throughout the whole process and never got angry even once, but Bohm felt that her demeanor was more ferocious than many of the "roaring men" he had seen before.
"Just cooperate with them no matter what they ask for." Faram walked to the window and said while looking at the armor array downstairs, "This is an internal problem of the Sara people, and they should solve it themselves. We, the Bro people, are just the remnants who have survived in the cracks of history. Whether you call us natives or the remnants of Guserlan, this era has nothing to do with us."
On the other hand, Hitzfeld's work was not over yet. She still needed to question the Marseille Knights.
"Why are you so late?" She was still sitting in the same seat, but her gaze shifted from across the table to the opposite wall.
For some reason, being stared at by her blue eyes, Marseille, Harrison and Josie all got goosebumps unconsciously.
What a weird feeling...
Among them, Qiao Xi's spiritual perception was the sharpest - his famous skill was the "soul-chasing technique". He immediately felt a vague and terrible will pressing on his head, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
This is too much, even when I was meeting His Majesty, I didn't feel this way! This can't be the case... This shouldn't be the case! ?
If Josie was the one who was scared to the point of being terrified, then the other two were fine for the time being.
Of course they were aware of it, but they mostly regarded it as "power", believing that the countess was better integrated with their own power and position. This might be the increase brought about by her successful suppression of the native priest.
"We didn't catch up with Belmaren." Harrison said (Belmaren: Humph!), "We also checked the sarcophagus that he smashed open and confirmed that Bishop Dicket's body had external injuries, so we tend to conduct an investigation on those natives based on this."
I didn't expect the situation to change so quickly. I originally expected to be back in one night and one day, but it's only been a short time and there's already such a big commotion here.
To put it bluntly, they were derelict in their duty if they were not at the scene at that time. So he tried to give a smooth answer, and he knew very well that this was not enough, they had to really find out something and give an explanation.
"Did you go to the Bro District?" Hitzfeld showed interest.
Just as the natives in the mountains never call themselves natives but call themselves Buro people, the native area mentioned by many Manion people also has an official and formal name called Buro mixed area.
She had always intended to go over there to take a look, but because things were happening one after another here, she was too busy to handle them all and had to go one by one.
If we can get some valuable information from these three people, then it is possible to forgive them for their dereliction of duty over the past two days.
Yes - forgiveness.
Think about it, for these golds, is the purpose of coming to Sicinna and Manion to move freely outside of the mission?
Look at Frick, Frick was very clear from the beginning to the end. He didn't care about the case or not, Belmaren or not... He only cared about one thing throughout the whole process, that is, the personal safety of the two special envoys, especially Hitzfeld.
Not only will they provide close protection at all times and only be transferred when there are specific orders, but they will also use their brains and proactively use their connections to call for help without any orders.
This is not politics, but a kind of political wisdom. It is very serious and not funny at all. Considering that one of the two envoys is still lying in bed for recuperation, if they can't explain it clearly, she will really punish them.
"Uh..." Harrison seemed to feel that the pressure from her was getting greater and greater. He kicked Marseille with his boots while complaining about how a little girl could have the power of a king. "Marseille knew about this. After all, he was the one who said he had discovered it."
"Ah? Me?" Marseille's eyes were filled with shock and anger. He didn't expect that he just mentioned it casually at the time, without even much evidence, and this old classmate sold him out so easily.
"Then tell me about it." Hitzfeld looked at Marseille, "Is it a guess? Or is there evidence? Tell me about it... It doesn't matter if you're wrong. We still have room for trial and error."
