He is knowledgeable in medicine, has a calm personality, is not sociable, and always stays in the monastery.
This is a standard ascetic.
This kind of person is usually stubborn and easy to deal with, but if he believes that there is something you shouldn't know, you won't be able to get the information out of him even if you kill him.
Hitzfeld hopes this is the first case.
Carrying a net bag of red apricots, Hitzfeld entered the monastery through the back door and found that it was not particularly deserted.
Occasionally, you can still see a few townspeople - this can be distinguished from the linen clothes they wear. The clothes of the tourists are much more luxurious.
It seems that Father Booker has also changed some people and made them feel awe towards the Goddess of Jiyang.
There were two doormen in the main hall of the monastery. Hitzfeld handed the fruit to one of them as an offering, explained her identity and purpose, and was soon led to the back hall and asked to wait there for a while.
Hitzfeld was standing in the hall studying the murals. Not long after, he heard footsteps. Turning around, he saw an old man in a white robe stepping in.
He looks too much like a short-haired version of Gandalf...
She cursed.
"Esun Hitzfeld."
"Booker-Nafar."
Simple courtesy.
"I already know why you came. Liszt told me about it at noon."
Father Booker tapped his chin.
"Then I won't say any more nonsense." Hitzfeld also nodded to him.
"I want to understand why neither the cult nor the royal family can truly control this town."
Green Town is not important to Sarah's overall situation, so Wayne Port has no intention of caring about the fact that there is actually a hereditary lord here.
This was the impression Hitzfeld and others got from Tang Meng's introduction.
Anyway, Green Town has no desire to win.
Unlike other rural areas where people always want to go to the city, the people here are very plain-minded and can live their whole lives by fishing and hunting.
As long as we are sure that this lord does not have much power and has no intention of rebelling, who cares about what happens in Green Town?
There are so many things that Sarah needs to care about.
Blackwood, Wayne, Allwater, Nanxinze...
There is no extra energy to be put here.
But some facts refute this statement - the existence of this church and monastery, as well as the police station and hospital in the town, all prove that Sarah doesn't really not care about this place, but rather "wants it but can't get it."
Don't care, don't do it.
And cared, tried, but failed.
These are completely two concepts.
Hitzfeld suspects that Green Town is hiding a secret, a secret that Sarah once wanted to seize.
I just don't know why, but they finally gave up.
"You may not be ready to investigate this matter, Miss Hitzfeld."
Father Booker said softly.
"Since you have seen that this is 'giving up', you must understand that since we have made such a decision, there must be a reason."
"That reason is of great importance and must be kept strictly confidential to ensure safety."
"Then are you sure this incident has nothing to do with the recent cases in town?"
Hitzfeld asked him back.
She didn't believe that those dark tentacles would extend over her for no reason.
There must be something attracting them.
“…There is no conclusive evidence yet.”
Father Booker frowned slightly.
"But if you just want to know the real owner of this place, I'd be happy to help you out."
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Chapter 19: Hu Teng Family
"I'm all ears."
Hitzfeld found a chair against the wall and sat down. Father Booker also sat opposite him and began to get to the point of the trip.
"Before I describe their affairs, Miss Hitzfeld, I wonder if you have heard of some of the legends of Green Town."
"If you mean the nickname 'Fairy Tale Town', I just have a general idea of it... and I know that the nickname came from the fact that the scenery here is so beautiful."
"If I tell you now the origin of this nickname, it's not just because of the scenery."
"...Then I don't know." Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows in surprise and took a breath, "I don't even know exactly what kind of fairy tale it is. If possible, could you tell me about it first?"
"First, tell me about the parts you know so far."
"'The Huteng Swordsman', 'The Unicorn Knight', 'Blood of the Fire Dragon'... I only have a rough idea of these three fairy tales."
This was not a special study that Hitzfeld had done based on Green Town, but something she had read sporadically from some book notes and newspaper stories a long time ago, probably starting last year.
Generally part of local legends, these fairy tales have cast a psychedelic hue over Green Town, causing more and more people to yearn for and be curious about Green Town. Many people who come here to travel initially learned about it from these fairy tales.
For example, the breathtakingly beautiful red maple forest grew out of a fire dragon that was slain and whose blood seeped into the earth, according to legend.
In some more outrageous legends, these bloodlines seeped into the earth and formed a newborn fire dragon, and the entire town of Green was built on the back of this fire dragon in order to seal and suppress it.
Hitzfeld basically didn't believe these stories. Even though there were supernatural powers in this world, and even though she had seen such metaphysical things in Xinze Parish not long ago, she still felt that these stories were fake.
This is different from the Dark Snake, because the Dark Snake has no entity after all. Strictly speaking, it is a spiritual energy from the dream world.
But a fire dragon... especially one that's as big as the entire town of Green...
Under the premise that the basic physical quantities have not changed much, that is, the rules of gravity and gravitational relationships are similar to those in the real world, the existence of such creatures is unrealistic.
Unless there are other hidden rules in this world that can be self-consistent, but she has not yet discovered such a trend.
Because of this, Hitzfeld didn't take these fairy tales too seriously.
The nickname of Fairy Tale Town comes from its scenery, so the focus of the investigation should be the geographical environment.
Rather than a fantasy story... This is completely different from Nan Xinze's situation.
"It seems that you don't value them." Father Booker shook his head gently, "Of course I can't blame you for this. No one, including me, would think of valuing them at the beginning."
"Oh, so these fairy tales are true?" Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows. He looked indifferent on the surface, but he was worried in his heart.
"I can only tell you that one of them is true."
"Which one?" Hitzfeld demanded.
"Houteng Swordsman," Father Booker replied, "Bar-Glarant's ancestor was that little boy. With the help of the tree demon, he obtained the sword and armor and defeated the dark power that shrouded this land at that time. This is how he was supported by the townspeople."
"Do you have any evidence to prove this?" Hitzfeld paused. "Just tell me these things alone. Without evidence... it's hard for me to regard it as reality."
"Green Town has been in the hands of the Gralant family for generations - this alone is enough to serve as irrefutable evidence." Father Booker sighed.
"In fact, you have suspected this for a long time, Miss Hitzfeld... I saw it when you asked me about the secret as soon as you met me, but you just didn't understand the principle behind it."
"I don't understand." Hitzfeld paused again, "Because with Sarah's power, it is not impossible for her to forcibly control the town."
She recalled the way Darent wiped his neck in the woods.
Although it is a bit cruel and rude, it has to be said that this method is the most effective in many cases.
Green Town is no match for Sarah in terms of size, and Sarah can use violence to achieve her goals without any reason.
But Sarah didn't do that. After trying to take control with gentler means - and failing - she stopped. This didn't make sense in any way.
"What do you think of all those country places like Green?" the priest suddenly changed the subject.
"What?" Hitzfeld couldn't keep up with his switching speed.
"Just express your opinion separately."
"I usually don't like to label people, especially people in a certain region," Hitzfeld said in a deep voice.
"But if it helps the case ... I would say that a lot of these people, they have a narrow perspective and they don't have enough experience and knowledge to make the right decision."
“But it’s not their fault,” she added. “No one is born that way.”
"Your answer is what surprised me." The priest looked at her deeply. "But this is indeed completely different from the original intention of asking this question... Let me get to the point directly - is it true that the more closed the place, the more likely it is that inbreeding will occur?"
"Of course it is!"
"Green Town has been closed for perhaps longer than Sarah has existed." The priest smiled and asked her, "Do you know that there is a supernatural power that can control descendants based on blood?"
"I seem to guess what you want to say." Hitzfeld was very surprised.
"You wouldn't think that Greentown is such a place, would you?"
"Besides being locked up by the 'family blood curse', do you think there is anything else within Sara's territory that would prevent us from infiltrating an obvious clan?"
Family blood curse!
Hitzfeld's pupils contracted.
This was a new term she had never heard of.
At that moment, many possibilities flashed through her mind, even from Green Town to Nanxinze, and from Nanxinze to Wayne Port, thinking of those large chambers of commerce and the aristocratic forces behind the chambers of commerce.
Could this be...the trump card those guys use to dare to confront the royal family?
"The huteng tree will only produce two fruits in its lifetime. These two fruits will not fall to the ground before the huteng tree dies, but the huteng tree will begin to produce them during the budding stage."
The priest's voice continued.
"This plant is very long-lived. If it is not disturbed by external forces, the oldest hutong tree is more than 300 years old... During its long life cycle, one of the two fruits will spread false seeds to attract birds and insects, so that their feces can fall to the roots of the tree and become nutrients. The other one acts as a guard for the main trunk and has the power to spray poison mist at predators."
"Does it sound familiar?"
"Their relationship is like that between Nuoan and Gran and Gralante. These two families are the two fruits of the main trunk."
"So..." Hitzfeld said softly, "The citizens of Green Town are..."
“It’s the root of the trunk.”
Father Booker closed his eyes and nodded.
"Years of isolation have led to intermarriage among the residents of the town. Of course, rather than saying that the Glarant family dominated the bloodline after its rise, I am more inclined to believe that their bloodlines were mixed long before this happened."
"So Bar-Glarant can actually use the power of the family blood curse to control the townspeople, is that right?"
Hitzfeld asked.
"It can't be done." Father Booker shook his head. "If it could be done, Green Town would not exist."
Hitzfeld also reacted - if it was really possible, then the threat to Green Town would be too great, and Sarah would not allow them to continue to exist.
That is to say, it’s not that Sarah doesn’t have the ability to completely destroy this place, but they just don’t want to.
Either for observation.
Or they think the cost is too high.
An important reason may also be that the Granat family did not show any rebellious intentions.
"Based on my observations over the years, the ultimate that Bar-Glarant can do is to use a psychological suggestion method to make all the townspeople loyal to him."
Father Booker held out one hand.
"And the power of this suggestion is already very weak."
"If he did something out of line, the townspeople would also talk and curse at him."
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