"I thought so too." Xia Yibing frowned, "I remember that incident too... I always thought that something more terrifying was sealed in Blackwood City, in that woodland, in the Blackwood Forest..."
But now all intelligence points to the town of El Nak.
It is said to be quite close to the Black Wood, but the two are not related at all.
"Right now the top brass in the bureau have different views on this matter."
Xia Yibing described the situation to the girl.
"Some people think that we should focus on tracking down the stolen storage items, thinking that these items are the key to discovering the seeds of destruction that the evildoers covet; others suspect that this is just the evildoers diverting our attention, and we should put all our energy into finding the seeds of destruction and preventing the worst from happening."
“How do you feel about it?”
"I think none of these are as important as finding the traitor." Xia Yibing spread out one hand. "I don't want to carry out the mission with an intelligence gap that has been penetrated like a sieve. This is not a joke. I could lose my life at any time."
"what about me?"
Hitzfeld took another bite of his biscuit.
"What are they going to do with me?"
"Oh, this..." Xia Yibing pursed her lips.
"Let me guess."
Hitzfeld smiled sarcastically.
"They plan to send me to Ernak to find out the truth about that nightmare."
Chapter 11 Qing'er
A mere Devourer who has failed to develop his abilities and has not been able to determine whether he has the potential to betray is obviously not as important as his own life.
Although many people do not want Aisuen Hitzfeld to leave the capital at this critical moment and escape from their sight and control, if she might be part of the Seed of Destruction and could cause an unprecedented disaster, it would be best to exile her immediately.
Without thinking, Hitzfeld could guess what those people were thinking.
In the final analysis, the human side is full of selfishness. Those noble emotions can belong to anyone, but not to politicians.
Unless they can transcend the framework of politicians, they can be described as "great".
"I will go with you!" Xia Yibing said firmly, "I applied... and they agreed. This time the entire 17th team will accompany you. We will never let you die in front of us..."
"Don't say that!" Hitzfeld quickly raised his hand and pressed her lips.
She suspected that Xia Yibing was crazy.
Or was the pressure from above really that great? She actually thought about death right at the beginning... She had never been so cowardly before.
"It's different this time, Aini..." Xia Yibing shook her head. "On our way back, we got a lot of new intelligence indicating that they are going all out this time. More than 10 evildoers were captured and killed yesterday alone. This hasn't happened in a long time."
"The Eclipse Church seems to be very confident about this operation." Hitzfeld said somewhat unnaturally.
She was not used to being called "Aini". It reminded her of a long time ago, when she had not yet come to this world, and the elders in Hitzfell Manor also called her that.
Of course, they should shout "Aini", which has a different meaning.
It made her feel uncomfortable…it always reminded her of…the time when she wasn’t “her”.
Hitzfeld originally thought that she would naturally accept the nickname, but now she found that it was indeed too awkward. Her mind suddenly turned to the name at this moment, wondering if she could ask Xia Yibing to change her nickname.
"Aini?" A hand was waving in front of her. "Are you daydreaming? Have you come up with any new clues?"
When I looked up, I saw a fair and charming face. The woman's eyebrows were fully opened, her lips were slightly parted, and there was a hint of joy hidden in her expression.
Xia should be... without makeup.
Hitzfeld's eyes first fell on those full, round lips. His heart was moved by the healthy red color and he remembered the scene of himself being bullied by this thing on the train.
Actually, I really want to bully Xia...
Wait…what am I thinking about?
He shook his head vigorously to get rid of all those unhealthy and messy things. Hitzfeld apologized with a blush on his cheeks: "No... Sorry, I was a little distracted."
"The pressure is a bit too much." The woman looked at her with a look of heartache and reached out to push the hair in front of her forehead to the side.
"It doesn't matter, I will protect you."
Hitzfeld stared at her blankly.
Xia Yibing noticed her gaze, but did not look away. Instead, she tried to make her facial expression more resolute.
She saw it as a commitment.
Just like a knight's declaration of allegiance, it is sacred and must be treated with all your heart.
Then she saw the girl approaching her.
When she got closer, she could smell a familiar scent of hair.
The most simple lime flavor, which is also the most popular soap flavor, contains a hint of magnolia fragrance. It is like a faint charm in the freshness.
What does she want to do?
I couldn't help but glance behind me and saw several men sitting on the sofa, eating and chatting.
"I also have a name that's more like Elsa's, called Leng Qing."
The soft whisper and the sound of breath beside her ear made her turn her attention back.
Hitzfeld blushed, used the woman's body to cover himself, and forced himself close to her ear and whispered to her.
Because of the height difference, she had to stand on tiptoe to reach it. The symbolism here made her heart beat fast, and when she stood on tiptoe, it was as if an electric current was triggered, which kept flowing from the nerves in the soles of her feet to her brain.
But, the head has been opened... and the action has been performed. No matter how embarrassed you are, you have to complete this process.
So she mustered up her courage and hummed with all her strength:
"You can usually call me Aisuen like them."
"But in private, well..."
"You can call me..."
"Its nickname."
"Leng Qing's nickname..." Xia Yibing didn't react for a moment. Her actions at this moment were completely conditioned reflex. "It's Qing'er?"
"What Qin Er?"
Behind him, Darent looked up with his ears pricked up.
"What are you discussing? A new suspect?"
“You big idiot…!”
As soon as Xia Yibing turned that way, she felt a sharp pain in her lower back.
She immediately realized what she had done and her face flushed red.
"nothing."
The woman was smiling happily and naively, shielding the almost collapsed girl behind her and grinning at her subordinates.
"You eat your own..."
"Don't look at it again!"
……
After locking himself in the small room in the lounge for an entire afternoon, Hitzfeld finally felt his cheeks no longer feeling hot.
But I can't bear to recall.
Whenever she thought about what she had done and said at that time, her cheeks would quickly heat up and her body would become very strange.
Do you want to die? You big idiot!
She punched her thigh in the dark.
You know how dangerous this situation is, but you still play with fire... Now is not the time to talk about love. Can't you wait until you crush the Eclipse Church before playing?
dong dong dong-
"Who?"
"it's me."
As expected, Xia Yibing's voice came through the door.
"Ai...Ai Suen, you still need to eat something in the evening."
at night?
I took out my pocket watch and looked carefully, and the hour hand was actually close to 6 o'clock.
I have been wasting time this afternoon.
Somewhat angry with himself, Hitzfeld stood up with force, walked to the door, opened it, and let the woman with the tray into the room.
Dinner was meat porridge, which was still hot and looked like it had just been prepared and delivered quickly.
"Thank you."
After saying thank you, the girl sat on the bed and started eating.
She is not very happy.
On the one hand, for my own stupidity.
On the one hand - she always felt that she was being raised.
Like a chipmunk.
"Qing'er."
“……” The movement paused.
"Qing'er."
“……”The action continued.
"Qing'er...? Ah Qing...? Xiao Qing?"
The woman tried them one by one, and finally uttered a name that made Hitzfeld spit out his food: "Leng Leng?"
“Puff—cough cough cough cough!”
Hitzfeld couldn't stand it anymore.
"Are you ok?"
What was even more unbearable was that the woman came closer again, and her open mouth seemed to say "leng leng" again!
"It's Aisuen." She immediately raised her hand to stop him, "If you don't want me to, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Then Qing'er."
Although Xia Yibing has never had this kind of experience, she can only say that there are some things that humans can learn without a teacher.
She also had a hunch—an instinct—that Hitzfeld could accept being called that.
"whatever……"
Hitzfeld was no longer able to resist.
"If you have the energy to figure out how to torture me, why not figure out how to track down Black-Sharon's paintings?"
"We're already doing it."
Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows and smiled very happily.
"It's just that Nanxinze is too far away from Wayne, and it will take time to transfer the painting over."
"I mean the other pictures."
Hitzfeld interrupted her.
"People say there are no works left... do you really not have any?"
"No."
Xia Yibing shook her head.
"You think that was an exaggerated lie to cover up the fact that we have a stash? ... No, we really don't."
