Hitzfeld was too lazy to explain, he just asked them whether this kind of climate was really "common sense" in the local area.
"It's common sense!" Sheriff Darby assured her.
"Ever?"
“It always has been like this.”
“How many years exactly does this season run?”
"That's not clear... I just know it's been like this since I can remember, and there has never been a change in any year."
After that, Sheriff Dabey was worried and asked tentatively, "So what's the problem, Count?"
After spending this period of time together, he had almost become a believer of the Earl.
It is hard to imagine that there is any trouble that this adult cannot handle.
"If I say that this is not the season for Xixinna... can you understand?"
Hitzfeld smiled at him.
There was no emotion in his smile.
“…I don’t quite understand.”
"Ah, you just have to realize that this is unusual for the season." She nodded her chin.
"You shouldn't be here."
"Shouldn't be there Sarah."
"It shouldn't be in the Eastern Continent."
"It shouldn't even exist anywhere in this world."
???
What on earth is she talking about?
Everyone who heard this was stunned, and they began to wonder if the count was a little too tired.
Is she really talking about something, rather than just reciting a poem that suddenly came to her mind?
"They are coming, my lord."
With the warning, they saw two tall men with olive skin being led towards them, wearing the light cloth robes favored by the Buro people.
It should be those two natives.
"Do you want to make a contribution?"
Hitzfeld turned to look at the stunned sheriff.
miss you!
Of course I do!
Sheriff Dabe almost wanted to shout out what was in his heart - whether it was to accumulate merits in preparation for leaving this remote place, or to use this merit to wash away the stain of accepting bribes, he really needed to make meritorious deeds, otherwise why would he be in such a hurry?
"Don't rush to reply."
Seeing his excitement, Hitzfeld stretched out his hand and lightly pressed the air.
"If nothing unexpected happens, we will face a real battle next."
"You can gain merit by following me, but there is also a possibility that you will lose your life."
"You have about a minute to think about it."
"If you want to figure it out, then follow me."
After saying this, she stepped out of the car, went straight to the two natives, and said to them: "I need two people to act as guides."
Wizard?
Falham and Heim looked at each other.
"Uh... yes, going to the village?"
Given the example of the Chil tribe, this request sounds really terrifying.
Can we refuse?
It seems there is no other way but to agree...
"Village? I'm not interested in the Dab tribe."
But the girl's answer was beyond their imagination.
"I want to go down into the mines."
she says.
"You two are also related to 'Dab Human Power'."
"Don't say you don't know the way."
Chapter 6 Bro Prophet (Small Three-in-One k)
At the same time, in the Bro mixed residential area, Flick and Carlo just met.
Teams of Flintstone Knights in power armor shuttled back and forth in the streets. They formed a group of three, and each group of three made a team. They were accompanied by a larger number of police officers. For a while, the streets were full of noise. Many Sara and Bro people opened their windows and looked around, asking each other what had happened recently.
Ignoring the whispers, Frick and Carlo exchanged their team's search reports. After reading them, he looked up the street and all the residents who saw him quickly closed their windows.
"We're not welcome." He raised his eyebrows. "This is a really new feeling."
"That's right." Carlo's tone became even more sinister. "Let me think... where was the last time someone was treated like this? It seemed to be a town near Middle-earth. We eventually cleaned it up there, and at least half of the people there died."
The Church of the Goddess of Machinery and the Sun, as everyone knows, does not force others to believe in it.
It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not. Even if you want to quit and become a non-believer, we won't stop you. The only requirement is that you don't believe in those messy evil sects. Apart from this, we can discuss it.
Well, even if you are of childbearing age but remain indifferent, the most we can do is send a midwife to your house to reason with you. As long as you can withstand the pressure from the neighbors, it's okay for you not to get married.
In addition, the church has done a lot of good things, such as the Huishi Orchards spread across the country. Even if people living in the parish are skeptical about the existence of the goddess, they will not develop a fear of this group.
What's there to be afraid of?
As long as I don't get involved with the evildoers, as long as I am thick-skinned enough to ignore the midwife, as long as I... in short, as long as I don't do anything bad, they can't do anything to me. Why would anyone be afraid of such a sect?
So this is the problem. Just like the example Carlo mentioned just now, the town is actually a stronghold of evil cultists. The locals have been brainwashed and controlled for some time. Faced with those who are beyond redemption, they can only use iron-blooded methods... This is not something to boast about.
"I'm starting to wonder what Dickert is doing all the time." Frick shook his head.
Even though nothing major has happened in the Diocese of Sicinna, which has led to the bishop's continued sitting in the diocese's seat, you can't run the diocese into such a mess, can you?
what is this?
Even the Sara people lack respect and understanding for them, which shows that the two sides are basically separated.
Bishop Dicket did not follow the order of the Central Diocese to carry out the work of educating the people on time and in accordance with the quality. At the very least, his work in this regard was unqualified.
Fortunately he was dead, otherwise Frick would have sued him no matter what.
They do nothing all day long but act as peacemakers... There is no respect or understanding. The result of trying to please both sides is that they end up pleasing neither side, and in the end they lose their lives in vain. If they hadn't come here, they would probably have to take the blame.
What did you say you did?
Shaking his head, Frick called over a silver soldier and planned to give him the two reports to take back to the administrative building.
But then he thought that there were still evil people hiding in this ghost place. He was afraid that this person would be attacked on the way, so he thought about it and decided to go back with Carlo personally with the results.
"Why is there no root network here?"
As he got in the car, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Basically, anyone who reached the golden position would know something about the existence of the root network. Of course, the Tree People would not reveal the secrets of this thing to them, but if it was just a convenience, such as helping them pass on a message, the Tree People station would generally not refuse.
Frick had used the root network to transmit information more than once. Even though he possessed the blood spirit technique and could transmit it himself, it was better to avoid that kind of pain.
However, in the entire Xixinna Parish... whether it was Xixinna City or Manion City, according to the information he had obtained before coming here, there was no treeman base at all. Naturally, there was no root network.
Isn't it strange?
Even in a bitterly cold place like New Orwater there were tree houses. He didn't understand why.
On the other side, just as Hitzfeld and his group were preparing to go down the mine, another car stopped nearby with a harsh noise.
There was only one person in the car. Mapus-Dyrant got out of the car with a cane, trotted up to Hitzfeld, and asked her for water to quench his thirst.
Hitzfeld looked at Sheriff Dabe, who reacted immediately and had someone bring an unused water bag to the man in black, watching him gulp down half of it.
"Finally I'm alive!" Darent threw the water bag back and thanked him. Seeing that Hitzfeld had already followed the two guides out, he trotted after them again, "You'll never guess who they caught on Golan Avenue."
"Dead souls."
"......!?" Bokuto glared, "How did you know?"
"I guessed." Hitzfeld was too lazy to explain it to him again. "You came all the way here just to report this to me?"
"Of course not!" Darent frowned, "Didn't you ask me to pay attention to the sleep quality of the three golds?"
"It's 'the pull of the dream world on them when they are tired.'" the girl corrected.
"It makes no difference!" Darent waved his hand, "But there is indeed something wrong! They are completely in a dream! It should have been several hours since you walked in, and they haven't woken up yet!"
"That means he has fallen into that dream." Hitzfeld's heart sank. This was not good news.
In the dream world of Misros, there are conditions for capturing people.
Either they were close enough to Fran Middle School. Or they were people with extremely sharp spiritual perception like her or Xia Yibing. Because the stronger and more sensitive the spiritual perception, the larger the range of its radiance, the closer it was to the dream world, to that boundless dream. And ordinary people with weak spiritual perception were basically not affected.
But now this rule is broken.
Marseille, Harrison, and Josie. The fact that these three were chosen as the commanders of the three new armies shows that they have talent. That is not only talent in terms of military strength, but also in terms of spiritual perception and inner heart.
These three people, just because they didn't get enough rest for a day and a night and were mentally exhausted, were pulled into the dream directly in the administrative building so far away from Fran Middle School. Of course, the influence of this dream was greatly strengthened than before.
So what is the extent of this enhancement?
Has it stopped, or is it continuing to strengthen?
How long will it take for it to be strengthened to the point where it can "directly affect ordinary residents, the entire Manion, and the daily lives of the entire Sicinna"?
Feeling a sense of urgency, Hitzfeld asked Darent if he had arranged for someone to visit the hospital.
The hospital is where more than 200 teachers, students and agents who were once involved in the dream are currently being recuperated. Its official name is the "Northern Branch of Manion City Citizens Hospital". After solving the giant monster face, Hitzfeld and Darent went there once, but they didn't find anything unusual at the time.
There are quite a few patients, but their situations are exactly the same as what Matt Hillay said. They have basically regained consciousness, but they are physically weak and their minds are not clear. They look like they have had a serious illness and need a few days of recuperation before they can move normally.
"I forgot to tell you about this. This is my fault." Hitzfeld took the initiative to admit his mistake. "Did you send someone to see him? Has anyone else been sent there recently with the same symptoms?"
"If everything depends on you, then there's no need for me to come." Darent rolled his eyes at her and stopped laughing: "I asked about the situation... I can only say that the situation does not look optimistic."
Hitzfeld asked for details and learned that more than 600 people fell into a coma and were sent to the hospital last night alone.
"This is just a statistical result," said Darent. "Some people may live alone. Even if they live together, if the whole family happens to be very tired and is dragged into the dream, then if no neighbors knock on the door to ask, they can't call the police for help."
"So is this the influence of Fran Middle School, or are some people too scared of our arrival?"
Hitzfeld wasn't asking him a question; he was just expressing his emotion in a half-questioning, half-sighing manner.
"Now we have dug out the Necromancers... We need to speed up the process, Mapus. You won't blame me for being too reckless, will you?"
What kind of mess?
Darent had a bewildered expression on his face, which seemed very familiar to Sheriff Dabe, who had been observing them from the side. He now knew what he must have looked like just now.
Correct!
It’s this kind of ignorant feeling!
"Wait! You want to go down into the mines?"
But the bewilderment soon disappeared from the wooden man's face. It was obvious that he was the only one who could quickly understand the Earl's intentions. He leaned over and whispered to the girl: "Are you crazy? You know that's a 'narrow place'!"
"I know."
"Then why are you going? Do you think they will let go of this opportunity?"
"That's what I want them to come."
Darent suddenly distanced himself from her, raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
"You take this risk... I know you have your reasons... but have you figured out how to get out of this?"
