Knowing who was coming, she didn't bother to turn around, but she couldn't suppress the resentment in her tone, and one could tell that she was extremely unhappy.
"You are too engrossed." Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows, took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, then took off her pants and got into bed in a shameless manner.
She was right.
Hitzfeld took a deep breath to control his emotions.
The connection between Ying and Ye is so close that their current state can be completely described as "different bodies but same dream". They have the best tacit understanding and the best trust, and in extreme situations they can even convey their thoughts to each other.
If it was normal, Xia Yibing would have sensed it when she approached the crease. But as she said, she was too absorbed in drawing, and it was her own problem, so it was not good for her to lose her temper with Xia.
"Has Emily been sent away?"
The woman who came in didn't want to sleep. She was just a little tired after running outside, so she planned to send a message to her wife to restore her energy.
Ah, of course, it doesn't have to be that kind of in-depth communication. The two of them have lived in the Crease for more than four years. Let alone in-depth communication, she can count the number of hairs on Hitzfeld's body clearly.
So it's not necessary.
Just give me a hug.
Holding the angel in his arms, Xia Yibing could clearly feel her in his arms. Occasionally, he would lower his head to smell her fragrance, poke and tease her a little. Xia Yibing was very satisfied.
“Guess how many places I went?”
Leaning closer and putting an arm around Hitzfeld's shoulders, Xia Yibing came up to take credit for herself.
"Qilun, Chesman, Mobidis... a total of 18 countries, an average of three big pits in each country, this really makes me tired~"
She put her face close to her wife's, pressed it tightly against her smooth cheek, and arched it.
Why don’t you praise me or give me a few kisses on the face? What are you still drawing?
Xia Yibing felt a little strange; this was unlike Aisuen's usual style.
Over the past four years, not only has I changed, but Hitzfeld has also changed.
If Xia Yibing were to comment, she would say that Angel has become more generous than before. She is more open to certain things, and after these standards are relaxed, her inherent warmth, gentleness, and understanding are really like honey constantly emerging.
She almost stopped being mean to herself, and she would look for her own reasons first whenever there were conflicts between them. She had to take care of Emily, feed her, and prepare three meals for her child, but she still remembered to cook her favorite dishes and prepare clothes for her to go out.
She agreed to all my requests in life, no matter how excessive they were, she never resisted and tried her best to satisfy them.
At work, she would also give useful suggestions from time to time, and would ask me if I cared about things that I was not even aware of.
And he didn't ask directly, but took my feelings into consideration and thought of ways to hint and remind me in a roundabout way.
Always like this...she is always like this.
So if she were a normal girl, and I came close to her like this, she would definitely respond by hugging me back, nuzzling me and saying soothing words to me.
“Thank you for your hard work,” or ask her for specific details.
In short, her self-esteem will be fully taken care of and she doesn't need to give any more reminders.
So what is he drawing? How can he be so focused?
Looking down carefully, Xia Yibing's expression became strange.
Hitzfeld paints lips.
Although it is a pen sketch with a tough style, because the artist is too skilled in the technique, each line is drawn with a good balance of tension and relaxation. It is easy and intuitive to see that she is depicting a woman's mouth.
There are six lips in total, and Hitzfeld is drawing the seventh. Xia Yibing looked left and right and found that although the mouth shapes were different, they should be the mouths of the same person. She couldn't help but frowned - what was Aisuen trying to do by drawing this?
She trusted Hitzfeld very much. The two of them had supported each other all the way to the present, and had experienced life and death, but they had never doubted each other. She could confidently say that the degree of their obsession with each other was "crazy in love", not to mention emotional betrayal, it was impossible for them to even have feelings for anyone other than each other.
This "body" of course also includes the lips. I remember that Hitzfeld rarely drew human figures after he moved in. He occasionally drew himself and Emily, but these lips did not belong to them.
Emily's lips were smaller than this, and her own lips were slightly larger. Xia Yibing guessed that these should belong to a young girl.
She wouldn't be mad at Hitzfeld for drawing this, but don't expect her to be too happy either.
"Appearances are not the key." Hitzfeld certainly knew what kind of misunderstanding her behavior might lead to. Although she believed that such a misunderstanding would not happen between the two of them, she had an obligation to take the initiative to explain.
"What I want to record is actually the lip movements."
"Lip shape?"
"Yes, the ancient Sara language, which is the Seran language. You are an expert in this area, and I drew it specifically for you to see."
Did you draw it for me?
Xia Yibing's mood suddenly brightened. The corners of her mouth curled up, and she nudged the person in her arms, guessing: "...Is this the person you saw in the flashback?"
Hitzfeld had a habit that she had developed over the past four years: if she ran the water in the bathroom and laid out all the cleaning utensils, it meant that she was not going to go out that day - not even to the manor yard.
She would take the tools to clean the house, then come back to take a shower, lie on the bed and read a book until she felt sleepy, then just throw the book aside and go to sleep.
And when she came back, she saw what was happening in the bathroom. There was no sign of any guests in the shadows, and there were strange lips that she didn't even recognize... This could only be seen through flashback, right?
"That hair." Hitzfeld nodded and described in detail his discovery today and the information he learned from the retrospection to Xia Yibing.
"It's quite fun." Xia Yibing also weighed it out of habit, "In fact, sometimes I want us to switch positions. I also want to see what happened in the past."
She wants to watch a movie, too.
Think about it... no matter what you touch or see, as long as you are willing, as long as the record of this thing at the place of origin is complete, you can immediately get into a time projection and watch the movie with a complete 1440° view without blind spots. How cool would that be?
Why else would Aisuen still like to read? Others only thought she was reading, but she was the only one who knew she was watching a movie.
This is a super movie that is probably 100 years more advanced than those crappy black and white silent movies out there.
"Be serious!" Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows. "I've almost finished drawing... Come on, interpret what Emera said at the end?"
"Let me see." Xia Yibing turned the sketchbook to the previous page. Wow, there were also sixteen lips drawn there.
She even drew every subtle change coherently...it's scary how serious she is about this.
"'Ah...', 'El...', 'Sulu...', 'Saimo...'..."
Xia Yibing's brain worked quickly to identify the ancient Sara pronunciations corresponding to the mouth shapes one by one. It took her less than two seconds to eliminate the homophones and spell out the correct sentence.
"What she should have said was 'I'm scared, Honey, for both of our safety, can I invite you to sleep with me?'"
The woman pinched her throat and imitated it, a little embarrassed: "It feels no different from what she said originally."
"No, there is a difference!" Hitzfeld's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Although both are invitations to rest together, the incentives are different! The syllables she uttered were 'I don't like to rest alone', but her mouth shape was 'I'm scared'!"
How can this be almost the same?
"But what could she be afraid of?" Xia Yibing frowned. "They are gods, daughters of the Sun King, and their status is almost the same as ours. According to what you said, Victoria Harbour was peaceful and there was no gray fog in the sky in the distance. Why would they be afraid? This is nonsense."
The nonsense does not refer to Hitzfeld, but to Emera.
This goddess of autumn, the Golden Dragon Queen, might be the kind of child who is afraid of the dark, so Xia Yibing didn't think she needed to be taken seriously.
"I took it seriously." Hitzfeld insisted, "A person who always keeps silent suddenly speaks. I don't think it's because of fear of the dark or loneliness. Maybe Emera sensed something, and she wanted to remind Haradini in this way."
"Even so." Xia Yibing frowned and squeezed the things in her hand. "Even so... the question now is, can you still go in and confirm this?"
"No more." Hitzfeld shook his head.
Her "movie ticket" has been used up, and there is no response when she takes out her hair and uses the backtracking function now.
If she wants to continue watching the sequel, she has to collect more information and data about the owner of the hair, that is, Haratini.
The more she collected, the longer she could watch.
Xia Yibing pinched her a few more times, reminding her in this way - no matter how much you say, it will be useless.
He felt somewhat comfortable being pinched by her, and after finally getting rid of Emily, the follower, they finally had this kind of "large" space to be alone again. Hitzfeld did not suppress his emotions, and responded fiercely to her requests.
After more than an hour, the scene changed from the bed to the bathroom. The two sat in the bathtub facing each other, with their feet in each other's arms, kneading and massaging each other, while chatting about the Eclipse.
"About the Eclipse," Hitzfeld said. "I will extract a portion of my memory and refine it into the 'Shadow Fragrance'. You can take this to the teacher and see if it can help repair the Eclipse."
If the emergence of the Abyss is due to the lack of the folded mythological history in the Place of Origin, then as long as she condenses the historical scenes she saw in the flashbacks into memories, such things will definitely be able to fill the gap.
Then at least the Eclipse crisis has been resolved... What remains to be focused on is finding intelligence on "Haratini" and determining whether she is really alive.
"I will." Xia Yibing nodded, then frowned.
"Regarding Haradini...if that hair is really hers, then she probably has bad intentions..."
What normal god would have nothing better to do than go to the place of origin?
She must know about the changes in the world and must know that the mother tree has a new owner.
Even if this master was temporary, she shouldn't have been so disrespectful as to sneak into the Origin Core without notifying the two of them.
This behavior is not just offensive and impolite, it is simply a declaration of war!
If she had not been speculated to be Haratini, the daughter of the Sun King, Xia Yibing would have judged without hesitation that she had betrayed and joined the evil followers.
But even so it is very likely that this is the case.
"What's the situation with the gray fog?" Hitzfeld asked about other details.
"Ying Ye cut off the connection between the gray fog and the gray fog." Xia Yibing nodded, "There are still large areas of gray fog left in Namiia, but they have no roots. The evildoers hiding in there are not threatening at all. We can clear them out if we have time."
"Then if the problem of the Eclipse Abyss can be solved, let's solve this next."
Hitzfeld made the final decision.
The part covered by the gray fog... includes the other two lost continents, Laceres and Cambia.
She hoped to find records about Haradini there.
She was eager to know what Emera meant.
Chapter 15: A New Order (Two in One)
In the courtyard of White Shadow Palace, the young queen was playing and frolicking with a little kid.
"Got you!"
He leaned over and picked up the girl, pinched her armpits and lifted her up high. A happy smile spread from the bottom of his heart on Alvin's face: "You think you can get away with hiding behind the bushes? Humph... How should I punish you this time?"
"You are such a liar!" Emily giggled and twisted her body, "I told you to count to 100 before you come looking for me! There is definitely no 100! You are cheating!"
"We only agreed to count to 100, but we didn't agree on how fast to count." Alvin chuckled, "You are a little too naive, little thing. So this time I will teach you those scam routines, so that you won't be cheated in the future."
"Ah?" Emily's expression suddenly changed.
I... I let you find me on purpose! I just wanted to make you happy and play with you! I felt sorry for you! But you turned your kindness into hatred!
"Woof woof!" The big white dog Lily was barking and wagging her tail beside me. Her eyes were curved, and you could tell at a glance that she was in a good mood.
"Come with me to see Ruth." Alwin would not let Emily go easily. He held her in his arms regardless of her struggles and went back to the house accompanied by the maid to wait. After a while, a notice came that Ruth-Annual Ring was coming to meet him.
Emily sat in her arms all this time. The little girl was quite well-behaved at the moment because she was not required to read any books for the time being, and there was a basket of candied grapes on the dressing table next to her for her to enjoy.
This kind of fruit is already considered a tribute, and the production in Sara is very low. Alvin doesn't pay attention to this aspect and won't open a special route to transport it. This time he had the opportunity to taste it because of the foreign envoys, who brought it here by wind.
While waiting, Alwin stared into space in a daze. Emily ate half of the grapes herself, and when she was about to eat the next one, she saw her sister's dazed face, so she put the grapes close to her mouth, indicating that Alwin should eat a few too.
"You're much cuter than Aisuen..." Alwin smiled and shook his head to reject the kindness. "Everything you bring out is yours, my dear. You've made me suddenly want to get married..."
"You should have thought about this a long time ago."
The sound of the annual rings arrived before people did, no doubt having heard what she had just muttered.
He bowed and went through a simple process before getting down to business.
"Imaar has traveled through eighteen countries while hiding in the shadows of the night." She handed a thick document to the queen. "More than fifty abysses have been cleared of pollution, and the current one has stopped expanding."
"She's become a god... and you still call her Imaar..." Alwin looked at her strangely.
"This is her own request." Nian Lun curled his lips, "She said that I was the only one who made her feel like I was scolding her when I called her Your Majesty."
"Ha!" Alwin couldn't help laughing out loud. She could imagine how Nianlun felt at that time. The expression on his face must be very interesting.
"From this perspective..." After flipping through the documents, Alvin's smile gradually softened, "The Eclipse is no longer a serious problem."
Somewhat emotional.
How should I put it... Although she had thought about it at the beginning, if it really didn't work, she would ask those two for help, they would definitely have a solution. But when it really came to reality, she still felt that being a king was really easy...
He was the king, the one who should have shouldered everything and moved forward. But in the end, he became a puppet with only symbolic significance.
She is not opposed to sharing power, but she will feel guilty about her powerlessness.
"There's nothing to worry about." Nian Lun saw her disappointment and narrowed his eyes and said, "You also promoted them. Isn't this your foresight?"
When a young director like Xia Yibing was appointed, many people in the court opposed it. Many people also objected to the favoritism towards the young detective and the special privileges granted to her, but all these objections were suppressed by Alvin.
