"I swear to the Goddess that there is no difference!"
"There is simply no difference, and that makes the problem even more serious..." Hitzfeld shook his head and sighed.
Now old Sig was completely confused.
He thought the other party suspected that there was something wrong with the toilet he renovated, so he tried to answer with nice words. But it turned out that this answer was problematic?
What is she struggling with?
Others didn't understand either, but only two people didn't show any confusion.
One of them was Xia Yibing, who had been leaning against the door and eavesdropping before.
The other one is Ethan.
Hitzfeld ignored them. She ran out quickly, out of the entire building, took out the small flashlight, and stood downstairs to shine the light back and forth at the third floor.
Pippen thought she had discovered something, and even though he couldn't understand it, he took out a flashlight and imitated her.
But as soon as he took the things out, Hitzfeld turned off the flashlight and ran inside.
This made him extremely embarrassed, but for the sake of face he decided to stay there and draw circles on the surface of the building with a flashlight.
After Hitzfeld went in, he returned to the third floor and broke into the men's restroom again under the surprised gaze of a group of people behind him.
"The layout here is exactly the same." Zafira stood in the middle of the bathroom floor and noticed that Hitzfeld was staring at the window. She looked over and happened to see the girl and her own reflection inside.
Always one to pay attention to his manners, he adjusted his collar in front of his reflection, and then his reflection became crooked - Hitzfeld rushed over and opened the window.
"What are you doing?" He frowned, realizing for the first time that he couldn't even guess a person's thinking behind a case.
"You are lacking information." Xia Yibing sighed as he followed behind.
"If I guess correctly, there should be no place to stay outside."
She said this to the girl.
"Yeah." Hitzfeld responded outside the window, which made her voice sound floating, as if it came from a long distance.
"Indeed not."
In her opinion, this building is a Tulou.
By the standards of earthen buildings, a toilet on each floor can be considered very luxurious, and there is no possibility of any unnecessary decoration on the outer edge of the wall.
There were no reliefs, inscriptions, flower stands, etc. The wall from top to bottom was so smooth that there was no place to stand.
"Miss Hitzfeld!" Pippen was still in the backyard, and the beam of light just happened to shine on the third floor. When he saw Hitzfeld sticking his head out, he couldn't help but ask her loudly, "What are we doing?"
"I think when Agent Anmi's men escorted Mr. Lawrence to the bathroom, they would definitely not leave it on the third floor without running to the first floor."
Hitzfeld ignored him, pulled back and spoke softly.
"So he should have been using this toilet all along."
"Isn't it obvious?" Zafira looked at the sink and then at the light, still not understanding what she was trying to say.
"But he said he saw a strange figure outside the window." Hitzfeld looked up at him.
The moment he met the blue-eyed man, Zafira felt a chill all over his body, not knowing whether it was the influence of the eyes or the words.
He realized immediately that since there was no place for people to stand outside the third-floor window, Fair Lawrence should not be able to see anything there.
Most likely what he saw was a reflection.
Or there was something else in the toilet besides him.
Or, what he saw was himself.
"How is the town's defense situation?" Hitzfeld asked Xia Yibing.
Before leaving, Villefort should have only told Xia Yibing about this confidential information.
"The Second Division of the Ash Legion is stationed here."
Xia Yibing knew that they could no longer conceal the news because they would most likely ask the army for help directly next.
"Stationed in four directions around the town, guarding all the main roads out of the town."
"Legion of Ashes!"
Helm and Grimm were surprised.
The Ash Legion, whose full name is "Ashes of the Sacred Tree", was named by the first king of Sara, Sara I, King Toredor. The name implies that no matter how much destruction and destruction it suffers, the seeds of the sacred tree belonging to civilization will continue to be reborn in the ashes of destruction.
This is Sara's most elite army, with only three divisions in total. The First Division and the Third Division are stationed outside, and the Second Division is the strongest force that Wayne Port can currently mobilize.
But when they thought that the changes in the town of Elnak might involve the Seed of Destruction, they felt it was natural.
Yes... If we don't send out the Ash Legion to strangle the disaster at this time, do we have to wait until the disaster actually strikes?
"But! But! If the shadow he saw was his own..."
Hem stammered.
He didn't dare to talk about the latter possibility.
"Fair Lawrence is a strong suspect," Ethan completed the article for him. "He said that he felt disgusted and terrified when he saw mechanical creations. Is there a possibility that... he is born to be opposed to them?"
oh……!
Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly.
It suddenly occurred to her... What is the symbol of machinery?
It's civilization.
What is inherently antithetical to civilization?
The first thing she thought of was the huge dark tree in her nightmare.
She couldn't help but look at Ethan a little more.
This was a connection that even she couldn't think of quickly, and Ethan's deduction efficiency was even higher than hers.
He was not a calculating person, and the only reason he could do this was that he had been suspicious of Fair from the very beginning.
why?
Why is he so sure?
"I think we shouldn't waste any more time."
Taking out the pistol, Ethan's face looked extremely cold.
"This dangerous seed should be disposed of immediately."
This scared both Hem and old Sig who followed him.
"You want to kill people?"
Old Sig glanced between them in disbelief.
"No... I think... he might just want to confirm it again..."
Hem couldn't stand this kind of gaze and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.
"Well, we shouldn't wrongly accuse a good person...but if he really is...I mean, if we are sure that he is dangerous..."
He shut his mouth halfway through his speech.
Because he found that not only Ethan, but also Xia Yibing, Zafira, Grim... even Hitzfeld had taken out guns.
“There aren’t so many ifs.”
Xia Yibing's face was very cold.
"He must die."
If it involves other cases, they will indeed do their best to investigate the evidence first to ensure that no innocent person is wrongly accused.
But the Seeds of Destruction are different.
Hitzfeld was merely suspected - and that suspicion was only a stretch - and he was unceremoniously expelled from the capital.
Suspicion of Fair Lawrence's level no longer requires additional evidence.
The first goal is to get rid of him first.
It's just as I guessed...
When he took the gun, he saw Xia Yibing doing the same thing. After hearing what she said, Hitzfeld sighed secretly.
She took the gun because she guessed that Villefort had given additional orders to Team 17.
And this mission is most likely - once the seed of destruction is discovered, even if there is only suspicion but insufficient evidence, it must be destroyed immediately.
This is ultimately a totalitarian society.
After all, Shadow Lion belongs directly to the royal family.
In the face of orders, in the face of possible disasters.
Innocence or not, and the illusory sense of morality, none of this matters anymore.
And if her estimate is correct, whether this matter can be handled well is directly related to the lives of everyone present.
It's not as simple as letting the seeds run away, causing a disaster and leading to death.
But more intuitive——
The army that surrounded the town, the Army of Ashes.
Perhaps there are already thousands of cannons aiming at the town, ready to destroy it at any time...
Ignoring old Sig's protest, a group of people, led by Xia Yibing, quietly returned to the door of the room where Fair was imprisoned.
Xia Yibing winked at Zafira.
The silver-haired man nodded silently and took a deep breath.
Just as he was about to move, he found that another figure had rushed out before him.
Ethan?
Zafira's eyes widened.
What is he crazy about?
The door was kicked open with a bang and Ethan rushed in instantly.
Xia Yibing's expression changed and she hurried in. She immediately saw Ethan blocking the narrow entrance of the corridor, looking dazed.
She quickly pushed the man aside and looked inside.
The room is empty.
Phil Lawrence, he's gone.
Chapter 26: Master and Servant
"Your Highness Gunter, this is the sunflower seed tea you requested."
"Leave it there. I'll drink it later."
The above conversation took place in the military camp.
As the night deepened, the sky became dark as if there had never been any sun or moon. Thick dark clouds covered the entire land in darkness. Only by zooming in carefully and trying hard to distinguish the outlines could one vaguely see something that looked like a tent.
Those were military tents. The endless military tents completely covered the open space. For some reason, they were deliberately kept dark, like a giant beast lying dormant, waiting for the moment to roar.
"I really admire my father for being able to endure the loneliness and stay in a place like this for 16 years."
After a while, the same voice sounded again, "Although I have almost adapted to the darkness now, I still cannot understand why the Ash Legion is not allowed to rule the light."
His name is Gunter Asfen Sara, the prince of the Sara Kingdom and one of the lieutenants of the Second Division of the Ash Legion.
"I think this is because the Ash Legion has been fighting evil in this environment since it was first created."
Another slightly older voice replied to him.
"But since you are a prince, you don't need to follow this rule completely."
With a "hiss", a ball of flame burst out in the darkness.
It was a match, and the orange light it emitted dispelled the darkness to create a circular space, illuminating the figures of two people, both of whom were sitting in the middle of the military tent.
