Everyone present pretended not to have heard this.
"Let's not talk about these annoying things..."
Teni waved his hand impatiently and walked back.
"You are here just to check the box again."
"It just so happens that I am here today. Come in and I can describe the details of that time again."
Chapter 53 Pocket Watch
The lights were on in the box.
The mechanical sun... after all, is not a real sun. The light it can emit is limited after all, and it cannot illuminate many dark places, so we have to turn on the light.
After entering the box, Hitzfeld first scanned the place.
Nothing special. Not much wood, concrete floor, black tiles on the wall. Just a little more space than squeezing outside, and enough ventilation.
This is quite normal - a stadium built under this productivity background is called the "Ice Dragon Stadium", but in reality the level of facilities is almost the same as when it was first started in China.
It was already very good to ensure that the entire stadium had tens of thousands of seats, to build such a building, and to maintain it at all times to ensure basic cleanliness. Judging from Tenize's appearance, he didn't care too much about it.
Walking to the front, Hitzfeld reached out and pressed the glass.
It is also elastic, which is different from ordinary glass.
It would vibrate from time to time, a reaction to the thunderous cheers of the fans outside.
This is considered minor. When it is serious - such as when a goal is scored - tens of thousands of people will cheer, jump and stomp their feet wildly... those who don't know might even think an earthquake has occurred.
Teni had already sat down. Xia Yibing sat opposite him and took out a small notebook to record his words in a formal manner.
After standing by and listening for a while, Hitzfeld felt that he had gained nothing.
She had basically understood what the prince had said. It was nothing more than his feelings when the curse first broke out on Count Igor. To be honest, this testimony mixed with a lot of personal conjecture was of limited use.
So Hitzfeld simply ignored that side for the time being. She walked around a little and sat down in the middle of the box.
This location is very good. There is plenty of light and you can see the field below very clearly.
Most importantly, she noticed the bare pole in front of her.
If you take a closer look, you will see that the pole is hollow inside.
There seemed to be something hidden in the shadows. Hitzfeld stretched out his slender fingers and reached in to pinch it out, and found that it was two tangled wires... maybe wires?
"Yes - that's the thing." Teni happened to see this scene and immediately pointed at the pole and raised the volume.
"I heard from Villefort that you think this thing spread the curse, right? So I have asked them to dismantle it."
So there should have been an electronic scoreboard.
Hitzfeld confirmed it in his heart.
That’s what Tariq boasted about at the time: the biggest gain of the Tenth Squad.
What a pity! If the scoring screen was still there, she would like to take it apart and study its internal structure.
"Have you made any new discoveries?" Teni asked Xia Yibing, trying his best to maintain basic etiquette and not look at the girl's white silk ankles.
"If Chief Villefort wishes, you will know."
Xia Yibing put away her pen and nodded.
"As a member of the Security Bureau, I want to remind you that this behavior is very dangerous..."
"Oh, you mean I'm going to come out and play without telling you guys?" Teni immediately laughed, "I'll be careful next time! Really... I can swear."
Xia Yibing frowned tightly, she was actually referring more to the Victory Bonds.
Tenize is a prince and will be eligible to inherit the throne in the future.
What a shame it is to be obsessed with these evil ways all day long!
But she had no right to say anything, and it was a really uncomfortable feeling.
"Agent Xiasha." Teni came over quietly, glancing at Hitzfeld from time to time.
"She looks unfamiliar... You said she has some connection with the library. Can you tell me a little bit about her?"
"In fact, you should have heard of her." Xia Yibing's eyes twitched, "She is Ferdinand's new assistant coach."
"is her?"
Teni's face showed shock, which quickly turned into disgust, and his entire body retracted.
Judging from his attitude, if Xia Yibing and Hitzfeld were not both young and beautiful women, he would definitely abandon all his dignity and run away.
At such a close distance, Hitzfeld could hear everything going on over there clearly.
The corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't expect that Ferdinand was not well received by the royal family...
His popularity is really bad.
"Ahem! Ahem--!"
In order to hide his embarrassment, Teni coughed lightly and said, "If I remember correctly, that was... a long time ago, right?"
"Yeah, it's been almost a month."
"Then why did she—"
"Oh! I mean, why does she still--"
The young man racked his brains for words: "...haven't you considered changing jobs yet?"
"I really like my current job, Your Highness."
Hitzfeld felt that he could no longer remain silent.
Let’s ignore what Ferdinand did in the past and just look at his attitude towards her. At least she couldn’t find any fault with it.
Then she felt that she had no right to despise this man along with others.
Doubt is doubt.
Fear is fear.
Contempt and discrimination are another matter.
"It sounds like you know him well?"
The young prince whistled.
"Heh...young girl, you don't understand how treacherous people are. I advise you not to trust someone so easily. It will do you no good."
"Thank you for your advice."
Hitzfeld bowed.
“But I really enjoy this job.”
"whatever."
Teni snorted and looked out the window.
Outside, the larger scoreboard across the field clearly displayed the real-time score - with 67 minutes played, the Red Lions were trailing 0-5 at home.
Losing by five goals and not scoring a single goal, needless to say, it was a crushing defeat.
Most of the people who bet on the Red Lions to win because of their recent performance are likely to lose everything this time.
Turney's expression became even gloomier. He grabbed the hat hanging on the back of the chair and it was obvious that he didn't want to stay any longer.
The little thoughts that were originally aroused by the gray-haired girl's appearance and temperament disappeared after hearing that she had a relationship with Ferdinand.
So what is he still doing here?
Just a blind girl.
He is a prince.
This is possible, but not necessary.
"Your Highness..."
Xia Yibing stood up and pretended to see him off.
Hitzfeld didn't hear what they said, because the whispers in her ear suddenly broke out.
"Damn Red Lion... fake match!"
"scam!"
"My money... woooo! This is the money I got by mortgaging my house!"
"Unacceptable... absolutely... unacceptable!!!"
A shock broke out in the venue.
Almost all of the fans - including pure fans and speculators - stood up from their seats, cursing the players on the field and throwing whatever debris they could find into the field.
This directly resulted in the whispers that Hitzfeld could hear increasing by dozens or even hundreds of times!
She couldn't even tell which were the whispers in the void and which were the curses coming from outside. She only felt waves of tinnitus coming continuously. She was forced to cover her head and sit back down with a pale face.
On the field, a tall forward of the Giants received a long over-the-top pass from his teammate.
He didn't make any adjustments, but just dived to head the ball. The ball bounced on his forehead, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and went straight into the net along the blind corner.
boom!
boom! !
boom! ! !
At that moment, something exploded in Hitzfeld's mind.
Her eyes went dark, and she vaguely saw a uniformed female agent sitting opposite her.
Is that... Xia?
It seems not. Her figure is not as good as Xia's, and she doesn't like to wear black stockings...
"I do not know I do not know……"
The female agent curled up there with her head in her hands, shaking her head and mumbling in pain, as if she was facing a difficult decision.
"I advise you to give up your illusions, ma'am."
Another old voice came from the side.
Hitzfeld strained to look, but saw only a boot and a gold-plated pocket watch that the man was fiddling with.
"If you don't, the details of your dealings with us will end up on those people's desks."
"Do not……"
"Let me tell you the outcome: Not only will you be finished, but as an 'uninformed vested interest', Nossa Ferdinand will also be unable to escape."
"Don't do this... I can't..."
"You have no choice, my dear lady."
"I...what should I do..."
"It's the case you're in charge of now."
The pocket watch swung back and forth in the air.
"As long as you keep the news secret for a few more days."
"I promise that we can all have a bright future."
Chapter 54: Call for Help
This is coercion.
Hitzfeld suddenly woke up.
Then she felt a growing headache - the mental drain on her was much greater than she had expected!
Yes, that's what she wanted to see and one of the reasons why she came to watch the game.
