"You Vesta's dog."
Suddenly, Xia Yibing used a straightforward and vulgar description.
Hitzfeld immediately knew which side the other party was on.
At the same time, Clenamis's face became completely gloomy.
"Traveling without reporting to the control personnel."
"I haven't settled accounts with you yet, Agent Xia Sha, and you're insulting me with this attitude?"
"I've reported it." Xia Yibing narrowed her eyes.
"But not to Mr. Vesta," the man retorted immediately.
"You should know that now is the time to catch the parasites, and catching the parasites has always been the task of the Internal Audit Department. At this time, you deliberately ignored Mr. Vesta's authority, arbitrarily forgot your duties, created divisions, and insulted my reputation..."
"Agent Xia Sha, I will write all of this truthfully in the report."
"Whatever you want." Xia Yibing didn't show any good face to him, "Can you get out now?"
"That won't work."
Clenames' eyes fell on the girl again.
"Eternal Night is coming soon. I have received an order from Mr. Vesta to send her to the car before the Eternal Night falls."
"Elnak town?"
Hitzfeld asked.
The man smiled and nodded at her.
Asfen took a step forward.
At the same time, a dozen men in black rushed in from the door behind him.
Each of them was wearing a formal suit and a peaked cap, holding a gun in both hands and aiming at this side.
"Some people may think this measure is too exaggerated, but...Agent Xia Sha, you know the seriousness of the matter."
Like a fox with the corners of his mouth raised, Clenamesis folded his hands and rubbed them slowly.
"She might be that thing after all."
"We can't take any chances."
“Not even a little risk.”
"Not even the wheel of fate can interfere with this decision."
"You are so arrogant... Do you think you can issue orders on behalf of His Majesty?"
Being pointed at by so many guns, Asfen's tone was also very unfriendly.
"Don't change the subject elsewhere."
Clenames grinned slightly.
"You bastard who doesn't even have a heartbeat..."
"call!"
Hitzfeld suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at him.
"call!"
The men in black also aimed at her head at the same time.
"I have to stay here tonight."
Faced with the crisis, Hitzfeld spoke softly, word by word.
"Anyone who tries to stop me could be a traitor within."
"It's not up to you to decide."
Clenamesis was not at all moved.
He even walked forward despite the girl's aim.
Step by step.
Until he walked up to her, raised his hand, grabbed the barrel of her gun, and pressed it hard against her forehead.
"You can kill me."
He smiled again.
"But you can't escape."
This madman!
Hitzfeld was shocked and finally understood why Xia Yibing was so afraid of him.
A fanatic who is willing to risk his life to carry out a mission.
Damn...
How did I come across such a character?
The atmosphere inside was tense.
No one was willing to back down, and the situation was looking hopeless.
"and many more!"
There was a sudden shout from outside the door.
After a while, Pippen's face squeezed in and he howled loudly into the room.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!"
"She can stay here!"
"This is an order!"
"From... the White Shadow Palace!"
Chapter 17: Marquis
White Shadow Palace!
Even a man like Kleinamis' eyes widened when he heard the word.
Xia Yibing's description of him was biased, but he actually didn't mind being called that by outsiders.
On the contrary, he considered it an honor.
There are not many names that can make him ignore this kind of glory and feel fear, and most of them are related to the White Shadow Palace.
"Only the password?" He stared at Pippen with a bad face, and scanned his black clothes carefully. He looked unconvinced. "Where are the souvenirs? Do you have any souvenirs?"
"Clenamis, you are so brave!"
A low roar was heard from outside, and everyone turned around to see another person coming in from the door.
He had orange-red hair and dark brown eyes. He looked to be about fifty years old, of medium build, and half a head shorter than Clenamesis.
He is different from ordinary people.
Although he was also wearing a coat, the collar and cuffs of that coat were embroidered with soft fur, and there was a row of dark gold buttons extending down the center line, with a golden lion badge pinned on the collar.
Just by looking at the badge, Hitzfeld knew that this person was a noble. It was something that only the royal family was qualified to grant, so this person was at least a count.
"The Marquis de Charcones!"
Upon seeing this man, many of the black-clad policemen brought by Clenamis immediately put away their guns and saluted him. At the same time, one person with a stern face shouted out his identity.
"It should be fine." Hitzfeld felt a woman's whisper in his ear, "The Sharcons family chose to support the royal family during two civil wars. He personally led the army to quell the Eclipse Riot. He is one of the nobles most trusted by His Majesty."
No matter how unruly Clenamesis was, no matter how much he regarded Vesta's words as imperial decrees, he could not fail to give this man face.
The facts were as Xia Yibing had expected. Facing the noble Marquis, Clenamis, this Vesta's lackey had no choice but to bow his head.
He didn't even dare to say a word to show his respect, let alone ask for keeping his promise. He just took the team of black-clad policemen and went back the same way they came.
"I've heard that Miss Hitzfeld is very beautiful, but after meeting her today, I realized that those rumors were too conservative."
The Marquis walked up to the girl and looked at her carefully with admiration.
"Yes, you are indeed worthy of being the person chosen by His Majesty."
Hitzfeld frowned inwardly.
She was not sure if this was just a polite remark, because judging by the local customs in Sara, especially the aristocratic circles in the royal capital, she probably did not meet the standards of a beauty.
Good looks are useless, because the hard indicator is good health. Anyone with a physical defect will not be in their eyes.
The weakness she displayed alone was enough to attract discrimination, not to mention that she was considered a "blind person" in the eyes of outsiders.
This is very normal. The wealthy class always attaches more importance to continuing the family line. A healthy partner is more important than anything else. Even when choosing someone good-looking, they will choose within this range.
But if this was not just a polite remark, but a sincere compliment to her appearance, the character of the Marquis of Charcones... seemed a little too indecent.
Under the premise of default aesthetics, praising a woman with (apparently) physical disabilities in public can easily be misinterpreted as meaning something different.
"Did I say something wrong?" The Marquis found that the two people in front of him looked at him with strange eyes, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek, "Oh... there may be some misunderstanding, but I don't like to follow those broken rules. Don't mind, I don't mean to ridicule you."
After he said this, the two of them - especially Xia Yibing - finally looked back to normal.
But they still didn't understand why this person appeared in this place.
His status was too high. From the moment he appeared, everyone, including Pippen who had finally come over to pass on the message, dared not breathe loudly, and could only watch him lead Hitzfeld around the room, constantly commenting on the garbage.
"I remember this vase. It came from the Northwestern Plains. It was one of the spoils captured after defeating the Worm Tribe."
"It's hard to say about these frames. I remember some of them came from the northern parish... probably from the Diocese of Orwater. That city has gathered many great artists."
The difference in status made Hitzfeld unsure of what to say at this moment, so she could only secretly tap her companion's waist to signal her.
"Thank you for helping us out, Marquis." Xia Yibing stared at the man's face carefully, "But I think that a mere hawk and dog doesn't need the Marquis to come in person..."
"No, but I have to consider that Vesta is also here." Marquis de Charcons nodded slightly, "After all, he is close by. This place is less than a kilometer away from his residence."
"Can I ask what His Majesty said?" Hitzfeld asked as carefully as possible.
"Your Majesty wants to decide something. Does he need to explain it to us in detail?" The old man looked at her with a smile, shook his head and explained: "I can tell you that he only allows you to stay here for one more hour."
One hour - that is from midnight to 0 .
Hitzfeld tried hard not to show his disbelief, because it sounded like this sentence - Sarah VII knew very well what her abilities were.
The extra hour given was specifically for her to find clues. He knew very well that there was enough time. If she couldn't find any clues in this hour, there would be no point in staying up all night.
Is that a coincidence?
Or did they really already have some guesses about me?
"I know that since you have not been summoned by the White Shadow Palace, you may have some complaints about not being given enough attention."
While saying this, the Marquis kept staring at the trophy vase that was said to have come from the Worm Tribe.
"But you have to understand that Sarah was able to be established in the darkest era of mankind and gradually developed to its current size. All its operating mechanisms make sense."
"Even if it seems a little arrogant."
"It's a bit cold-blooded."
"But for the safety of the majority of people and for the stability of the entire situation, it is necessary."
"I have never complained about your majesty's choice." Hitzfeld promised, "I will always be loyal and obey your majesty."
"good."
"You must remember this promise."
Seeing that she was so sensible, Sharcons was in a good mood.
It seemed as if the reason he came in person was just to confirm this matter. After chatting for a few more words, he made an gesture as if he was about to leave.
"That's right, Aisuen."
As he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around.
"I met His Highness Berentin when I was leaving the palace. His Highness asked me to bring you a letter."
