The red-haired nurse was preparing with big dark circles under her eyes. She even contributed her own bed for this plan - there were two bunk beds in the room now, and the one that Hitzfeld was going to sleep on tonight was pulled from the room opposite.
Because Xia Yibing didn't want Hitzfeld to sleep on the upper bunk. She thought it would be troublesome to take care of it this way, and it would be difficult to handle any unexpected accidents.
What can Lushier do then?
I could only agree to her with a smile on my face.
On this side, Hitzfeld was already lying on the bed with his clothes and shoes on.
"The power of the Desire Ring is running low." Xia Yibing sat beside her and held her hand. "If the plan fails, and we still end up in the City of the Dead, remember that we cannot leave each other's sight."
"I know." Hitzfeld smiled and encouraged her, because she always felt that women were much more nervous than she was.
Is this...something that happened that she doesn't know about?
"As long as you don't eat the fruit given to you by anyone other than me, and remember what I told you that day, I promise... we won't become Anthony and Booth."
Xia Yibing nodded very seriously.
She didn't realize that there seemed to be a deeper meaning in Hitzfeld's tone.
"You..." The woman looked at her calm face and couldn't help but ask one more question, "Why are you so concerned about Casimir's nightmare?"
"Remember that memory I described to you," Hitzfeld said. "The one about George Lister."
"remember."
"That bar, I suspect that's the bar that De Izabella bought in West Grant."
"You mean--" Xia Yibing frowned, "Banyan Street..."
"Well, Simon also said that the Fairy Bar is on Banyan Street, so I have been thinking that the Fairy Bar in the Dead City and the bar that De Izabella bought in West Grant at that time might be the same store."
In fact, her suspicions went far beyond that.
Firstly, if that was the predecessor of the Fairy Bar - in fact, this can be basically confirmed based on Casimir's reaction - then the most intuitive inference is that George Lister was already in West Grant when he told that story.
That was the bar in West Grant.
Allwater and Seagrant finally had actual contact.
Although it is a very subtle connection and cannot be used as any evidence, it is still a breakthrough after all.
Secondly, she suspected that among the four people who were listening to George Lister's story at the time - excluding the bartender - the mean woman among the three guests was most likely Izabella.
Although she didn't look like the old woman on the first floor of the library, in a world full of evil spirits and weirdness, changing one's appearance was not a strange thing.
But this will lead to further doubts...
She couldn't help but have a thought: Could it be that the young man among the three was Casimir?
It doesn't make sense, because it should have happened a long time ago. Casimir looks so young now...
Of course, the reason still applies, and it is not ruled out that his age and appearance are fake.
The last thing that struck her as most bizarre was this.
Looking back now, the fruit contained so much information, and every scene and every piece of information was so important to the advancement of the case.
This is too coincidental.
After all, that was not the result of her careful selection, it was just the first fruit she carefully examined.
She suspected that the fruit - the one she had eaten - had been placed there deliberately by Isabella.
The prerequisite is that she can control the entire library and change the positions of those fruits at will.
Then she...
Why do this?
Maybe she has some unspeakable secret that she wants to convey to her through the fruit.
The evil spirit or the human, which one is the real her?
"call!"
Exhaling forcefully, Hitzfeld placed his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and held the Ring of Desire in his right hand.
This was not the first time she had actively borrowed the power of the ring.
But this was the first time that he actively tried to control the power of his left eye.
A familiar feeling came over me secretly.
Consciousness is sinking.
Keep sinking.
Before he fell into complete darkness, Hitzfeld vaguely felt his lips touching something soft.
Somewhat embarrassing.
But she couldn't care less.
Consciousness fell into complete darkness.
She could only remember.
Well……
I will take revenge on her in my dream...
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Thank you very much~
ps: Set a flag and update at normal time tomorrow.
ps2: I don’t believe in flags, at least not in the world I write about. Because I feel that when this kind of thing has become a routine, the plot itself is too distorted.
Chapter 72: Rupture
Hinze Parish, Southern Church.
This cathedral is located in the very center of the entire city - basically every cathedral in every city is located here, and even those that were not there before will be forcibly moved here.
Sometimes when it is impossible to forcibly relocate the church, the city layout will be adjusted to ensure that people are distributed around the church as the center.
This is all to maximize the effectiveness of the Xieyang Stone Carvings and protect the city as much as possible.
It was already dark. Archbishop Feka-Jones, wearing a white robe and gold ornaments, came down the steps leading to the back hall and walked in the garden in a hurry.
Because he really had something urgent to do.
But as he was about to return to his residence, he saw a tall shadow behind the bushes.
The height is nearly two meters. In Nanxinze, and inside the temple, this height is almost a visiting card.
"Xiao Mila?" He stopped and asked tentatively, "Why did you come to see me at this time?"
"Bishop." Carl took a step forward, revealing half of his face in the light coming from the house. "Hitzfeld and I have recently obtained some new intelligence, and I have reason to believe that her concerns are correct."
"You still don't give up." Archbishop Jones narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at his face and shook his head slowly, "I have already explained the truth to you that day. You should know the impact of doing this."
"I have indeed thought deeply about it, sir." Carl lowered his head humbly, "But I think that compared to the worst possible consequences, closing the city... may be the best option..."
"Come inside and talk," Jones interrupted him. "The weather is getting colder. Even if you don't mind, you have to be considerate of me, an old man."
Having said this, he made a gesture to move forward.
"No, sir."
The steps paused.
Then he turned around little by little, facing Carl.
At this time, Feka-Jones had his back to the light, and the entire front was completely dark, so even his expression could not be seen clearly.
Carl still lowered his head and continued to talk: "We found a businessman named Wallenford. I have seen this man in Orwater in the north. I am very sure that it is him... But he should have died before the mine disaster in Orwater. It is impossible for him to return to South Sinze as a living person to continue to establish an orphanage..."
"So what does this mean?" Archbishop Jones interrupted him again. "Is it rare for Sarah to have the same first and last name?"
"I'm sure it was him! Later I went around St. Ford's Asylum and asked around for people who had come out of there that year, and based on their descriptions I got a portrait! That was him!"
"...Even their appearance is the same, so it's not impossible."
"Sir!" Carl looked up in surprise.
He couldn't understand why the bishop insisted and was stubborn even though the facts and evidence were right in front of him.
This exacerbated his inner uneasiness, because in his memory, when he was still a student in the Knight Training Camp in Orwater, he heard from the priests and clergy in the parish that Bishop Kadega had a similar personality.
Hitzfeld clearly expressed his distrust of Fika-Jones, which many people, including himself, could see.
Karl had always thought that she was making a fuss out of nothing, because no matter what, it was impossible to doubt the district chief who was in charge of the slate.
But if he really wanted to connect the situation in Orwater with the current situation in Nanxinze, although he did not doubt that there was anything wrong with Feka-Jones, he was also afraid... afraid that the other party's stubbornness, like Khadgar's, would lead to some terrible consequences.
"So, Xiaomila." The figure with his back to the light swayed for a while and said in a low voice, "You are afraid that the disaster of Orwater will happen again in Nanxinze, right?"
"Yes!" Carl nodded immediately.
"If the resurrection of Wallenford was controlled by the Eclipse Church, then I even have reason to suspect that the mine disaster in Orwater was also caused by them!"
"If they want to cause a mining disaster of the same magnitude as the one in Orwater... the Eclipse Church needs to send a large number of people to hide their identities and enter the city, then brave the freezing cold and go into the snowy mountains to dig deep into the ground and cut off the mountain ridges." Archbishop Jones said calmly, "If they have the ability to do this, why don't they just attack Orwater instead of doing such a stupid thing."
"This is the truth that needs to be verified urgently!"
"You..." Archbishop Jones paused, "You have been influenced by her, kid... you can even call it contaminated..."
“Sir!” Carl took another step forward, ignoring the hidden meaning in his words. “We don’t have more obvious evidence! But you have also read the documents from Wayne before. Wayne’s next focus will not be here. Apart from some logistical supplies, we can almost be said to be isolated and helpless!”
"Even if there is help, what use will it be in facing a disaster of the level of West Grant?"
"Shouldn't the city be closed down?" Carl couldn't help but yell, "No matter how much damage we have suffered, the city should be closed down... Nanxinze is Nanxinze after all! As long as we are still here, the largest port city in the south can only be here! No one can replace our position!"
"You underestimate the businessmen who are opportunistic..."
"They will come back!" It was Carl's turn to interrupt him now. "As long as we are still here! They will definitely come back!"
"And if we are destined to be destroyed by a disaster! Locking down the city must be the right choice - we can save countless lives!"
"..."
"..."
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Carl panted for a while and looked at his boss with sharp eyes. After a while, he saw his shoulders trembling and he let out a strange low laugh.
"Hahahaha...you're still the same, Xiaomila..."
"Your Mightiness?"
"'The walking grace', 'the knight who cares most about the people'... can you feel happy from these praises?"
"I……"
"But this is nothing but selfishness!"
A roar was heard in the darkness, and the frightened knight's pupils contracted.
"How many gold-level parishes are there like yours?"
The roar continued, and the figure in the darkness trembled like crazy. "How many bishops like me are there?"
"A lot! But it's meaningless! Because without the power of the stone carvings, we can't even defend the city!"
"Tell me! Even people like us are dispensable to Sarah, so how much use can those civilians have?"
"Can you count on them to form an army? Use this army to fight against the gray fog? Fight against those monsters?"
"impossible!"
"Impossible! I tell you, Xiaomila Karl! History is never driven by these people. Although you may not agree with me, this is the fact. History is always driven by a very small number of people, and they are the ones who control the correct direction!"
“Sir…” Karl’s tone became very light.
"What do you want to say?"
At the same time, his right hand reached into the bushes and found a sturdy handle that had been hidden there.
"I want to say..." The figure's tone also became lighter, "For the future of all of Sara, for the future of all mankind, we need some other options besides defending the status quo."
