"That's it." Xia Yibing nodded, realizing that she was too concerned and confused.
"But you..." She frowned again, "your insomnia..."
She knew what Hitzfeld meant. The girl obviously wanted them to split up. She would go to Villefort to report the situation, while she would go back to sleep and go to Puslint to find help.
But Hitzfeld has insomnia! She has to rely on the Ring of Desire to hypnotize her to ensure she can fall asleep once a week!
The last time I slept was Friday and now it’s Sunday.
Only one day had passed, how could she fall asleep?
"I have my own way."
Hitzfeld forced her to leave and took a taxi back to Building 221 alone.
After paying the fare, she ran upstairs in two steps at a time and almost tripped at the stairs. She hurriedly took out the key, opened and closed the door, rushed to the bedroom, and took out a small glass bottle from the gap between the drawer and the wooden bed.
Powerful echoing agent.
... dilution.
A souvenir brought back from the Dream Corridor. At that time, she asked Pusuangsi if there was any way to help her sleep more, and she said herself that this thing would work.
I hope she's not exaggerating...
Finding a recliner to sit on, Hitzfeld adjusted his mindset, poured the liquid into the palms of his hands, and carefully used them to apply and massage his forehead and scalp.
As the liquid penetrates deeper, a cool, dreamy feeling gradually comes over you.
She deliberately relaxed the control of her muscles, opened her mind, and fell into sleep little by little.
"Hitzfeld..."
"Hitzfeld..."
Nearly.
The voice was getting closer.
"professor!"
All that was in sight was darkness.
Hitzfeld tried to speak:
"What happened?"
"What can I do for you?"
"My illness... I can't hold on any longer..."
She heard Ferdinand's weak voice.
"Go... find Grace..."
"Only he can... please..."
"Professor." Hitzfeld suppressed his emotions, "First you have to tell me where Principal Grester is now."
That mysterious old man.
It’s not like she hadn’t tried to investigate Grace before.
But whether looking for historical records or asking living people, there is no way to know where this principal lived.
He is a hermit in real life.
There is no trace, nothing to find.
"Go ask other professors..."
Ferdinand's voice grew fainter.
"ASAP……"
"ASAP……"
The familiar feeling of liftoff.
Ferdinand's voice was never heard again.
Hitzfeld frowned, controlled his spiritual consciousness to rise to the Dream City as quickly as possible, and landed at the fountain square in the center of Puslint.
The road is right under your nose.
After asking around, she finally found the auditorium of the School of Mechanical Engineering and after climbing up and down the stairs, she found the dean's office.
"Hitzfeld?"
Pushing the door open, Paul Drak was sitting on a small stool with a four-meter-high heavy machine in front of him.
As the gears turned, white mist and steam would occasionally spurt out. A blue electric current was jumping between the two diagonal corners of the front of the device, and no one knew what it was used for.
If it were normal, Hitzfeld might still be in the mood to ask, but now she knew the situation was urgent, and immediately told Pauldrack that someone was asking her for help through the dream world.
"Then he must have been in great trouble..."
Pauldrack stood up with a serious expression, looking like he had no choice but to do it.
"This matter is indeed very important...You want to find Principal Grace? I can help."
"Thank you, Professor!"
"Easy to do."
Paul Drake smiled at her, walked to the desk in the corner, picked up the receiver of the landline phone and started dialing.
"By the way." He asked one more question, "Did you ask who he is and where he is now?"
"It was Professor Ferdinand who asked for help."
Hitzfeld nodded his chin.
"As for where he is now... he didn't say, but I guess he's still at home..."
"……professor?"
She was stunned for a moment because she saw that Pauldrack's expression became a little complicated and he put the microphone back.
"This matter... well, Hitzfeld..."
"professor?"
"I don't know how to explain it to you, but, only Nossa Ferdinand..."
He paused.
"He should be... okay."
"I don't understand you, Professor."
"Or let me put it another way. Maybe something he can't escape from has caught up with him. You saved him this time, but you may not be able to save him forever. For him, maybe it would be better for him to be freed as soon as possible..."
"...???"
Hitzfeld could hardly believe what he was hearing.
What is this all about?
"Professor, Professor Ferdinand may be in danger right now."
"I know."
"He's suffering from some serious illness! He may be dying now!"
"Seriously ill?" Paul Drake smiled, which seemed to Hitzfeld like a sarcastic smile. "Is that what they told you?"
"Whether it's a serious illness or not..." Hitzfeld suppressed the absurdity and curiosity in his heart, "Do you want to watch him die without helping?"
"I can not do anything."
Paul Drake shook his head slowly.
Hitzfeld looked at him deeply, then turned and left.
"I don't recommend you to find someone else!"
Pauldrack shouted to her.
"You're wasting your energy!"
Hitzfeld pretended not to hear.
But the subsequent developments were beyond her expectations.
Everyone - all the professors, including Bisius.
At first, they were willing to help after hearing her story, but when they heard that the person they wanted to save was Ferdinand——
They all started to hesitate and shirk their responsibilities, just like Paul Drake.
Are these people crazy?
This was not an exaggeration or a complaint, but Hitzfeld really thought they were crazy.
No matter what, Ferdinand is also the dean of the Theological Seminary, right?
They are colleagues!
They are in the same camp!
How can you just watch your companion die without helping him?
No matter how cold-blooded or ruthless it was...the verdict did not really harm the interests of these people.
As for?
Still holding a grudge?
Returning to the Theological Seminary alone, Hitzfeld stood on the podium in front of the auditorium in a daze.
She has some doubts about life.
She knew that the longer they delayed, the more dangerous Ferdinand's situation would become.
But what can she do?
She couldn't find Grace.
Others who could find Grace were unwilling to help!
This is simply——
"Snapped……"
A hand suddenly fell on the shoulder.
Looking back, the girl's expression gradually became stunned.
The man is Batty-Villefort.
He was wearing a bathrobe and a shower cap, and there was even some white ointment on his chin that had not been wiped off.
"I heard you were looking for Grace?"
Noticing her gaze, Villefort grabbed a corner of the towel and wiped his chin, revealing a plump white beer belly.
Hitzfeld couldn't laugh.
She stared into the man's eyes, as if expecting him to make a promise.
"cough!"
Villefort coughed awkwardly.
"That's right, Xia Sha also mentioned this matter. I guess you can't get any help here, so..."
His face turned serious.
"I'm coming."
Chapter 56: Grace's Decision
Time was urgent, so Villefort took Hitzfeld quickly into the auditorium and came to the office of the dean of the Theological Seminary.
There was no one here, so Villefort picked up the landline phone on the corner of the desk and dialed a number, explaining to Hitzfeld at the same time: "...This is the only way to wake up the principal."
