"Such an important mother is actually measured in this way. Don't you think you are really going too far?"
If I understand correctly.
Xia Yibing savored it silently.
She meant that I gave too little.
Seeing Emily's serious expression, Xia Yibing secretly turned his eyes to look at his wife.
"Is that so... Then it must be the Gray Mist Temple..."
On the surface, Hitzfeld was still discussing with the king, but the careful Xia Yibing did see that her right hand, which was placed on the side of her body, was clenched into a fist.
Worse!
Highest alert!
"I think your thinking is too narrow." So she said to her daughter seriously, "Love can never be measured by money. If you want money, you can tell me directly, but I won't allow you to make such excuses."
Huh↗?
Emily was shocked.
He was surprised that Xia Yibing did not give in, and even more surprised that his intention to ask for money was seen through!
Oh... I almost forgot that Mother Xia’s reasoning is also very powerful... Does this mean that my true intentions have been seen through long ago?
Did she guess what I wanted the money for?
Her dumbfounded look was so adorable that Xia Yibing couldn't help herself and lifted her up and rubbed her face hard.
"Stupid little thing!"
"You don't think that I was able to win over your mother because of money, do you?"
"To be honest, I don't recommend you to think about these things so early. It's really too early for you... Unless you can find a way to get out of the 'crease' again, then you might be 18 years old in the blink of an eye? Otherwise, it's better to just read books at this age."
“I didn’t really intend to do anything!”
Emily was embarrassed when her thoughts were exposed.
She turned her head away, deliberately avoiding Xia Yibing's touch, and made excuses, such as "I just want to be able to make my own money", "I need some money as start-up capital", "I just want to be more like an adult - you know I have always thought so."
Yes, yes, I will listen to it seriously.
Xia Yibing nodded on the surface, but she actually didn't believe it at all.
Emily has indeed always been precocious. She has been sensible since she was young, and there has never been a day when she didn't want to be an adult.
But she has wanted to be an adult for so long, and this is the first time she wants to make money so badly.
It simply means that no matter what role you start a relationship with, you must have enough capital in your hands.
In other words, she began to awaken her needs and self-esteem in this regard.
Well.
This indirectly shows that she is a more "proactive" person.
More proactive than me.
It's like putting my courage and Aisuen's courage together...
But what did she say just now?
“Start-up capital”?
Upon careful questioning, it turned out that the little thing wanted to borrow her mother's tiger skin to restart the "Hitzfeld Office" at another intersection on Iris Street.
"You want to be a detective?" Xia Yibing had a big question mark on her head, "You... this..."
"What's the problem!" Emily sat comfortably in her arms, kicking her legs in the air from time to time, "Emily Hitzfeld—am I not Hitzfeld?"
You are.
Xia Yibing felt that this was the first time she was unable to refute a question.
The original office address was at No. 221, but it had been sealed off long ago - either it had been sold or rented out, or it had been "sealed off". The corridor leading to the second floor and the rooftop had been sealed off.
There is nothing that can be done about it. After all, it is impossible for Aisuen to go back and take on commissions now.
Life was calmer than before, and there weren't many commissions for her to take on. Those household chores weren't serious enough to require a god to make a decision, so there was no other way but to keep them sealed to show respect for her.
And because of the influence of "mystery", the enthusiasm for the name "Hitzfeld" in society is no longer as high as before. Those emotions are more directed at her status as a count, remembering that she supported the king in some turmoil and made meritorious contributions, and there is not much impression of her active experience in investigating cases in her early years.
But that doesn't mean the word has lost its value.
The influence of Hitzfeld's manipulation is limited. People, especially the Wayne people, will not mention her on their own initiative, but if "Hitzfeld Office" reopens and the plaque is hung there again, they will still think of it when they see it.
Oh~ It turns out Hitzfeld is also a very good detective.
"I've thought about it all."
Emily began to count on her fingers to tell her mother the numbers.
"I don't have much capital, so I can't do most businesses. This kind of job that requires me to sell my wisdom is the most suitable for me. After all, 'I can find the clues that my mother can find.'"
"You have a point."
Xia Yibing looked at Hitzfeld and found that she seemed to be fine, and it was hard to tell what condition she was in.
"But you can also open a bookstore..."
"Your grandmother Nianlun is in charge of the largest library in the country. If you tell her that you want to open a bookstore, the most important problem of supply will be solved, right?"
“I don’t own a bookstore.”
Emily glanced quickly at Alwyn.
"That would make me look like I'm relying on my family background."
“I want to be a self-reliant person.”
Be self-reliant!
Think I don't know what you're thinking?
Ignoring her daughter's resistance, Xia Yibing hugged her tightly and ravaged her again. In the meantime, she smelled the faint fragrance of magnolia on her body and the unique milk smell of a child. She felt really comfortable and satisfied.
This is my daughter.
cunning!
But cute!
At this point, she had almost guessed why Emily was closer to her mother. In addition to the reason that they were biological children, it might also be related to breastfeeding.
She grew up... holding that in her mouth.
Even their scents are exactly the same, so there's nothing to be surprised about.
"If you really want to do it well, I can ask your mother for you and you can just use house number 221 from now on."
To Emily's surprise, Xia Yibing did not have any objection to this matter.
I thought you would give a few more reasons, but is that the end?
"Children need to be self-reliant. As long as the direction is right, why should we resist?"
Xia Yibing rubbed her little head.
"Tell me about your plan. What do you want to do?"
So Emily began to unfold her grand plan.
Because she was really too young... Even if she only used the method of receiving telephone and telegrams to guide the clients and provide them with "remote assistance", her voice was too immature to be convincing.
So her plan was to find another partner - a helper, a stand-in!
"She has to be an adult."
The girl said seriously.
"She must have a mature appearance, a sophisticated temperament, and most importantly, be obedient. This way she can perfectly serve as my stand-in. She can even let me hide behind the sofa when I reveal the identity of the murderer. I say one sentence and she repeats it..."
"Is it a bit troublesome?"
Xia Yibing frowned, actually thinking seriously whether this plan was feasible.
"It's fine to answer the phone for you, but if the client comes to visit, your operation will be easily exposed."
"At worst, I won't tell them in person. I can listen to the client's case even if they come to my house. As long as they leave the commission, I will tell the substitute after we leave and ask the substitute to pass it on for me."
"Wouldn't the sense of accomplishment be much worse this way? How about this? I'll ask Paul Drake to see if I can make you a prop that can change your voice."
"really?"
"Don't doubt the weight of your mother's words~"
"That's great! I love my mother the most~"
This made Emily very happy. She buried her head in Xia Yibing's arms and nudged her little head against her chest.
"Keep quiet..."
"Don't let them find out..."
Xia Yibing also enjoyed it.
Although my daughter is indeed closer to Aisuen, subjectively she is only willing to tell me these things.
That's also a kind of special treatment, isn't it?
My daughter’s ally, even comrade-in-arms!
This feeling is pretty good...
The two of them were having a great time together, but Hitzfeld was in a state of confusion.
She also guessed why Emily wanted to make money, but before she could come to a conclusion on the matter, she heard such a horrifying plan.
Does this count as inheriting the family business?
detective……
Although I started out as a undertaker selling funeral items, such as death candles or coffins...but if I really want to count this, it must have started with Laurel and Coldis.
Are they more like agents or killers?
detective……
Emily does have this ability. If everything goes well here, letting her go out to train seems to be... not bad?
"How's it going, Esun?"
Alvin pulled at the pure white hair that fell to his chest and looked at her with a somewhat apprehensive expression.
"I swear I had no idea this was happening... I've known you until today, and I've taken advantage of you occasionally, but I've never meant to hurt you."
"I am unaware of the plans of our ancestors..."
"There's no need to mention this."
Hitzfeld stood up, intending to end the subject.
"I believe you too."
"I know. Even if you don't count your strength or anything like that, just consider your status when you were still down and out. As long as you say one word, 'I need this eye', the Tree Rings... the Tree People will personally help you arrange it."
"So, about the 'Sacrificial Temple'——"
"eat first."
Hitzfeld looked at the clock. "Ashley should have prepared the ingredients. I'll have to do the cooking. If you don't want to go hungry, then you should hurry up."
"Aisun."
Alvin stared at the goddess very seriously.
"If there's anything I can help with."
"I mean—the kind of busyness that requires sacrifice."
"Please be honest with me."
"Otherwise I won't be able to sleep well."
"I will feel guilty..."
