Talignan was considered a great country, yet it was still contaminated and sneaked into the palace.
Even Sarah... How dare those little kings say they are sober?
The annual rings have already decided that if these people dare to say that they are here to ask for help, such as asking Sarah to help solve a problem with manpower, she must warn Alwyn at the first time and tell her not to agree immediately.
Who knows if these people’s masters have been corrupted? Who knows if these people’s requests for help are meant to drag them to their deaths!
"Come with me, Youze." She pursed her lips, turned around and strode out.
"There's a car downstairs."
"Come with me, we will go to the White Shadow Palace to meet His Majesty."
……
Ignoring the outside world for now, let’s switch back to Sicily Parish.
The sun in the morning was only occasional. After noon, the clouds started to lose their temper, cold air converged, and it was cloudy and drizzled.
Hitzfeld was wearing a black dress with gold edges and a white lining, and was climbing the slope holding a black umbrella.
Her hair was tied up behind her head as usual. Her great achievements did not make her look divinity-like. She was still just an ordinary person, even sweating and panting because of the fatigue of climbing the hill.
"Deserved it."
Her hairpin started to taunt.
"Who told you to share your power?"
"This is exactly why I pursue power." Hitzfeld said seriously.
"I don't need that kind of power normally, but Sarah does, Namiya does. It's different for them to have it or not."
“But how many people know what you did?”
"This kind of thing... actually put all the 'authority' in the dream. Are you planning to use your dream - your shadow to protect them for the rest of their lives? Just like the black umbrella in your hand?"
"Mystery is my foundation. Of course I can't let them know." Hitzfeld was still making a serious defense. "As for protection... If I have the ability to use my dreams to carry everyone's nightmares, if I only need to pay such a small price to prevent those tragedies from happening again, then why shouldn't I do it?"
I can not stand it any more!
The Blood Crystal Crow almost wanted to shout "I'm blinded" because the girl's brilliance at this moment was too dazzling... Damn Imaar, how could she be so lucky!
"And this is only half of the power of the 'Shadow Night Goddess'."
Hitzfeld smiled.
"I will protect the past, and she will help me see the future..."
While we were talking, we reached the top of the mountain.
Hitzfeld restrained his smile, raised his umbrella a little higher, and saw a man in power armor standing in front of a tombstone, holding a bunch of wild lilies in his hand.
That's Belmaren.
The most powerful and unruly golden knight.
Her original intention was to get something.
That was what they had been planning from the very beginning of this trip.
But this scene made her not know how to speak first.
"Red told me the truth when he adopted me, saying that I might not be from this world."
Belmaren spoke up.
He didn't look back, as if he knew that the only two people who could come over at this time were those two.
"I have shown many abnormalities since I was a child, including my thoughts working faster, my spiritual perception being sharper, my physical strength being stronger, and my ability to endure torture better..."
"I thought this was my uniqueness, my 'talent'. I didn't care even if many people were afraid of me because of it. Instead, I looked down on them and thought that it was the struggle of the weak."
"But when I discovered that I could even attract the spirits of all creatures during meditation and make those beasts and insects approach me, I couldn't help but doubt whether what Red said was true."
"It does not matter."
Hitzfeld said.
"You are Belmaren."
"Golden Knight, Angus Belmaren."
“You were born here, you grew up here.”
"Something else, is it important?"
"Do you think so...?"
Belmalen turned his head and it could be seen that although he was grinning, tears could not stop flowing from his eyes and his eyes were full of red.
"My goal..."
"My Faith..."
"I am indeed mentally prepared. I have to thank Red for this... It was his teaching and reminder that made me anticipate this. I am not like that guy? Is his name Xiaomila Karl? - I am not like him!"
"But this kind of thing..."
"This kind of thing..."
"What do you see?"
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You went into that dream too?"
"So what did you see?"
"I think you should know, Detective." Belmaren just shook his head, "Apart from the legacy of 'God', what else could it be that could involve the spirits of all things..."
"I have thought of many possibilities, including that I am a special life transformed by Him, just like those natives."
"But I really..."
"I never thought that I might be..."
"That's not important." Hitzfeld interrupted again.
"Really--Belmaron. It's not important."
"It may be offensive to say this, but I also spied on your dreams when the night fell. Although I don't know exactly what you were thinking, I can be sure that you were not corrupted or contaminated by that thing."
"really?"
The Whitebeard Knight was slightly startled.
"I promise you with my other identity."
Hitzfeld nodded cautiously.
"The identity of Earl Xie Yang, this is really heavy enough~"
"Count? Ha! Then I actually..." Belmalen supported his head and shook it.
"Thank you, Count. I am much better now..."
"That's consistent with my perception of you. Right, the Angus I know is the kind of person who doesn't care about too many details."
"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter anymore..."
Belmaren waved his hand, took two steps back, and said to her in a serious manner again:
"Let me confirm this one last time, Count. Aren't you here to execute me?"
"The instigator has been punished. I will not do anything to the innocent seeds."
"You believe me?"
“I believe in the power in my hands.”
Belmaren stared at her for a long time.
"right……"
“This is me too…”
"It's the earl I know who's good at fighting..."
"I have to go."
He suddenly put the wild lily in front of the tombstone and picked up the long-handled war hammer next to it.
"Red is waiting for me... He must be worried to death, I have to go back... Go back and let him see that I am still Belmaren..."
"As for the things you wanted, Count, I left them behind."
"Goodbye."
"……Thanks."
The Golden Knight left in a hurry, leaving Hitzfeld alone standing in front of the monument.
She first walked behind the tombstone and dug out a wooden box that looked extremely rough from the grass.
The wooden box was not locked, so she opened it and took a look inside, confirming that it was what she was looking for.
This way, I can report back to Connie.
He looked back at the tombstone, gazing deeply at the familiar letters carved on it.
[Manion]
[End of December 1986]
The winter wind blows, and you can faintly hear the night's whispers.
"I won't forget it."
"…your story."
Unit Summary
The Manion Files have come to an end.
It started with a fantastic idea, expanded to a strange dream I had by chance, and finally the intersection of reality and dream led to the miracle of the great man. I have to say that for me personally it also has a hint of fantasy.
I thought about it many times, many times, whether I should make the pace of this volume so "fast". In other words, should I let the protagonist "become a god" without inserting a small case in the middle of the foreshadowing in the previous volume?
Because you can actually add some more content, write more about daily life or something... and many readers will buy it.
But in the end I decided to do it because I felt that "the time has come" and not doing so would definitely be a failure and would affect the quality of the book's ending.
The detective collection is an improvement over my previous writings. Many people say that the writing style is more sophisticated, but I think the biggest difference is in the rhythm.
Rhythm - this is the most important thing in writing online articles.
Traditional literary thought is the bones, writing style is the skin, and plot is the flesh.
But the rhythm of online literature is the key, and it directly determines the actual reading experience. Therefore, many small units of detective stories are actually firmly controlled at about 28 or 30 words. The medium-length novels are 40 to words, and only the long novels are more than words.
In fact, readers may also feel that the major chapters of this book, such as "Treasure of the Dragon God" and "Pride of Blood and Bones", are too large and too long to be as comfortable to read as the short and novellas.
This is because I didn't control the rhythm well, which is my problem, so I will try my best to avoid it again.
When it is time to end, end it; don't bury the foreshadowing too deep; when it is time to throw something out, throw it out; when it is time to end it, end it; these are a few requirements that I often reminded myself of when writing this book.
I was very reluctant to let go, even when I was writing this unit summary, because I actually knew that once I made this decision, it would mean that the detective collection would not be far from completion.
Because it is not a story focused on power, it is not focused on mystery and upgrades, but on the emotional relationship between people. Such connotations determine that it cannot be like "Dragon Snake Romance", where the protagonist has a lot of stories to continue writing and researching after becoming invincible. They are different - I can't imagine a character who can actually be called "Shadow Night Goddess" still staying in the market to run around for small cases, and she is not a character like "Mistra" who needs to play with the human world to find a lover for fun. To be honest, I really can't imagine that kind of scene.
So... that time is not far away.
I have a lot to say, but the time is not right. I won't say more and will leave it for next time.
Let’s get back to the summary.
"The Manion Files" is an attempt to expand the depth of the worldview.
After all, when I made metaphors before, I always mentioned that great people would constantly devour other civilized worlds to nourish themselves during their long lives. We can't just talk about it, we have to give people a ready-made example to see.
I try to avoid giving too much characterization to this exemplary civilization. On the one hand, I suspect I am not good at this part. On the other hand... I read a lot of science fiction novels myself, especially those that are divided into "Earth Chapter" and "Universe Chapter". I often enjoy reading the "Earth Chapter", but when it comes to the "Universe Chapter", I always feel that I lack a sense of immersion and cannot continue reading.
People cannot look at the new world apart from their own cognition. I have always believed this.
It’s just like when I read those youth campus novels and see the protagonists playing around in the classroom and kissing on the rooftop... the "scene modeling" that I put into my mind must be the school I have been to in real life.
After all, I am not an alien, and neither are my readers... I think it is pointless for me to talk to the people on Earth about extraterrestrial civilizations in too much detail, and it will only distract from the main topic and have a very poor effect, so I deleted 90% of Li Lan-Yong Dor's personal story.
