Two hours later, escorted by Kleinamis's men, the 17th Squad, and Villefort himself, Hitzfeld boarded a train leaving the capital.
There is a curfew all night long.
Although Wayne's management was not strict due to the mechanical sun, there were still traffic controls, and this bus was specially prepared to take her out of the city.
"It will take you directly out of the city and stop near Elnak. You can get there by just walking a little further. It will be similar to going to Green Town."
Villefort waved to them from the platform.
"I'll take you here."
"Good luck, Agent."
"Take care of yourself too." Everyone took off their hats to him.
Especially Grimm, the black agent even sniffed and seemed particularly sentimental.
The train gradually accelerated, and everyone returned to their own carriages and sat down. Hitzfeld naturally stayed in the same room with Xia Yibing.
Sitting on the bed, looking at the blurry black shadows outside the car window, Hitzfeld felt confused.
The White Shadow Palace gave her an extra hour, but during this time she didn't notice anything strange except the vase.
The fragments of the vase had been taken away. They asked her in detail about what she saw with her "psychic vision". Except for the final burst of high-temperature golden light, Hitzfeld described it clearly without missing any part.
"What are you thinking?"
A figure sat opposite.
The girl looked up and her eyelids began to twitch rapidly.
The woman had taken off almost all her clothes. She was now standing on the carpet with bare legs and feet, and except for the medical bandages wrapped around her hips, she was only wearing a purple bathrobe.
There was a heater in the car, so she wasn't cold in this outfit. But even so, Hitzfeld could only comment that she didn't feel treated as an outsider.
At first she thought that she couldn't stare at him, because it would be rude. Then she thought of the fall on Flo Street and suddenly felt that she was too cowardly.
I...her face was pressing against me at that time, so theoretically I was at a greater disadvantage.
So it doesn’t matter if you take a look now.
This is absolutely what I deserve.
Thinking of this, she immediately adjusted her gaze and let it go straight into the white gap.
“I wonder if this can be considered as goodwill shown to me by the White Shadow Palace,” she whispered.
Give her a beating after a blow, that's what those in power like the most... This move can be understood as her recent performance finally winning the respect of the royal family, but it can also be understood as they are afraid of putting too much pressure on her, causing her to feel resentful and do something wrong.
Especially since she had just come into contact with the secret police of Talignan (referring to Eugenie) some time ago, so it was really necessary to win him over appropriately.
"We actually understand a lot of things, but there's nothing we can do about it." Xia Yibing thought she was indeed resentful of certain people, so she slowly comforted her: "But you're not actually part of this system, Aisuen, you can worry less about those troublesome things."
"You want me to be a normal civilian, not care about those things, and just live my own life?" Hitzfeld sneered, "What if the traitor comes from the White Shadow Palace?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Xia Yibing was frightened by her, and her swollen chest shook a few times. "Your Majesty can't betray the goddess... You will be hanged if you say this!"
"That has to be told." Hitzfeld poured himself a glass of water, ignoring her threats.
"Your idea is very dangerous." Xia Yibing pushed the cup over. "You suspected Prince Tenize before, but it turns out that it has nothing to do with him."
In the deadly football ticket case, it was that corpse puppet that committed the murder from beginning to end.
It can quickly travel between dreams and reality, and is controlled by Grace himself, so it is naturally difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Hitzfeld once suspected that the Sara Sports Alliance and its backer Prince Tenize were secretly conspiring with the Eclipse Church to rebel, but in the end it was proved that he was wronged. It was just a bait that Sara VII deliberately threw to Eclipse.
"Once a person is cleared of suspicion, people usually won't suspect him a second time. This is also the underlying psychology of human beings."
Hitzfeld continued to fill her cup and put the kettle away.
"But the White Shadow Palace is not a human, and Teni is not the only prince."
"I know you doubt the transcript, but Aisuen, it's too much to focus on the White Shadow Palace." Xia Yibing shook her head, "I don't believe... that a member of the royal family would do such a thing."
"They have no motive in the first place." She also tried to defend those princes, "They eat well and sleep well now, and they can gamble and have fun on weekdays..."
"How long has Sarah VII been on the throne?" Hitzfeld interrupted.
"Thirty-nine... no, forty years," the woman replied. "After the Ice Moon, it will be forty-one years."
"He has several children."
"Four princes and two princesses, six children in total."
"Are they all young?"
"Not all of them are young. Two of the princes and one of the princesses are over thirty-five."
"Are you trying to say that they are after power?" Without waiting for Hitzfeld to continue, Xia Yibing took the initiative to continue, "That's impossible. You may not know the mechanism by which the royal family selects successors - only the bloodline that performs best in the fight against evildoers can take over the crown!"
"Even a girl?"
"Even if it's a girl!"
"This is the first time I've heard of this mechanism." Hitzfeld frowned and thought for a while, "But I still reserve my opinion. I can't trust them 100%."
The human heart cannot stand the test.
There are so many stories that illustrate this.
She had always believed this, not to mention having heard about the founding philosophy of the Eclipse Church from Sixus.
As I said, no madman will admit that he is wrong until he is killed.
"You should be thankful that you are her student." Xia Yibing shook her head after hearing this, "Otherwise, the people escorting you this time would not be us..."
“I wouldn’t say these things to anyone else.”
"Oh, of course."
The woman originally had a sad look on her face, but after hearing what the girl said, her whole spirit became refreshed.
"Let's talk about the vase... Did you really see the worm?"
"Do you need me to describe it to you again?"
"No, I remember it all... I'm just curious. The Marquis of Charcones could see through it at a glance. That trophy shouldn't be placed in the storage room."
"It shouldn't be."
"…Do you have another idea, Aisuen?"
"I think you can be bolder."
Hitzfeld slowly moved his gaze upwards from the white smear, staring at the tough, beautiful face that was slightly pale due to excessive blood loss.
"That wasn't something in the storage room."
“It was replaced by someone.”
"What was replaced was what we were originally targeting."
"..."
Xia Yibing lowered her head and was silent for a while, then said, "It does seem like this is a possibility..."
"Not very similar, definitely." The girl interrupted her, "The evil followers gathered near the museum, the guards found something unusual in the corridor, the cursed items suddenly appeared in the storage room... How can there be so many coincidences in this world?"
"You shouldn't be so conservative, Xia." She said seriously, "You are too 'loyal' to something. It's not that you can't see it, but you just don't dare to think about it."
"I admit that when the case becomes too politically involved, I don't know what to do."
Xia Yibing lowered her head, and a few strands of hair fell down.
"You know my situation... I put all my hopes here. I don't want to doubt that it will go wrong. I can't bear the consequences."
After saying these words, she felt much better.
She had some complaints a long time ago, but no one had ever listened to her - Ethan and Zafira were only close friends, far from being able to confide in each other.
Now there was finally someone who could listen to her strange words, just as she once talked to her father in the backyard in the middle of summer.
There is no need to worry about the other party talking nonsense.
No need to worry about the consequences of speaking nonsense.
This feels really good.
"You really look like a little animal."
This is a joke that is close at hand.
Looking up, Xia Yibing discovered that Hitzfeld had come to her side at some point and was gently stroking her head as she occasionally did.
"You look so pitiful. I... um... I gave you special permission to sleep with me."
"what are you doing?"
"what!"
Hitzfeld hadn't expected that an occasional joke would have such serious consequences.
Of course, because of the Devourer, Xia Yibing wouldn't do anything to her.
But she really never thought that a woman would hug her so tightly.
He tied her up with his hands like an iron hoop, held her waist and threw her onto the bed, constantly pressing and rubbing his face against her chest, stomach and lower abdomen.
While rubbing against me, he kept calling out "Aisun Aisun", which was really... so embarrassing.
And in the process of struggling, she also realized a new fact.
It's a certain part.
It turns out that she can be the same as the other person.
Started to tremble...
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Chapter 20: Hitzfeld Little Angel
In the darkness, Hitzfeld could clearly hear the two people's breathing.
The town of Ernak is not far from the royal capital. Given the efficiency of the train, Xia Yibing could only sleep for two hours at most.
These two hours were extremely torturous for Hitzfeld.
Yes, she already regretted making that joke.
If she can fall asleep on her own, it doesn't matter how long she is hugged like a pillow.
Anyway, the other party didn't dare to do anything to her. With the hidden danger of the Devourer, she had nothing to fear.
But she couldn't sleep.
This problem is very serious.
In the endless darkness, she could only remain motionless, being careful not to make any noise that might wake the woman up.
This is a torment for anyone.
However, although she regretted it, what she regretted was not "showing such kindness to Xia Yibing."
She just regretted the way she expressed her kindness. If there was a way to have the best of both worlds...
Well, actually, even if she had the chance to do it again, she would probably still do it.
So when did I start to change my mind?
Opening his eyes and staring at the woman's facial features in the darkness, Hitzfeld automatically imagined a layer of soft light to illuminate the picture in his mind.
She has a good foundation in art, so it is not difficult for her to do this.
I even had seven or eight compositions in my mind, and I was thinking about how to use various doctrines and styles to outline the female body.
Did it start with a paintbrush?
If you think about it carefully, it is true.
The development of their relationship was not smooth sailing, but it was definitely much smoother than those melodramatic novels.
