These guys definitely know much more intelligence information than we do here. Not only do they know where the real threat comes from, they may also know part of the enemy's plan.
Then they definitely didn't send me and Team 17 to Elnak to kill us.
In the eyes of those people, this shouldn't be a dead end.
Even if it is, it shouldn’t be after joining “us”.
So what basis do they have for making such a judgment?
Is it intelligence...is it information?
By the way...Villefort must know that Ethan is the descendant of Eric Heidegger.
But when I said the name "Heidegger" he was indifferent.
He is deliberately hiding it...why?
Was this his way of showing his absolute trust in Ethan?
Hitzfeld realized that he had come to a fork in the road of trust.
Choosing whether to trust Batty-Villefort will give her two very different results.
Is this even worth thinking about...
In the shadows, she gave a sarcastic sneer.
If it weren't for Villefort's repeated help, would she be where she is today?
Not to mention the noble qualities this fat man demonstrated in the death ticket case.
And he is the director of Shadow Lion.
If Sarah VII was so foolish as to allow such a person to be contaminated and infiltrated, she would just accept the loss of this bet!
Based on his trust in Villefort, his trust in Ethan is justified.
That would be fine with Ethan—she was happy to assume.
The children of sinners are not necessarily sinners themselves.
Villefort knows Ethan's past and is still willing to let him stay in this system, so he should be fine.
Since there's nothing wrong with Ethan, the person who suggested to her that there's something wrong with Ethan has something wrong with him.
Very simple logic chain.
Who wrote the note at the bottom of the bowl?
Looking outside the warehouse, Red Javie was walking out with a large stack of bowls. Another police officer was walking side by side with him. The two were talking in low voices, but their lip movements could not be seen clearly because it was too far away.
It may not be him.
He was just delivering something, and the person who wrote the note wouldn't be so stupid as to expose himself. Thinking in the dark is useless in this scenario.
After thinking about it, she found that there were too many people to suspect.
It could be a police officer in the town, a resident in the town, or someone from Team 17.
In the last option, she excluded all the old members and focused her suspicion on Pippen, Helm and Grimm.
When problems arise, look for variables.
Although there is no evidence yet, if we have to use the framework of Team 17 to make the calculation, they are the newly added variables.
She couldn't push it any further... After all, she had been locked up here the whole time and didn't even know what the others had been doing for the past few minutes, so she couldn't just guess blindly.
She only had herself as a goal.
She began to wonder why the White Shadow Palace and that fat man Villefort had such trust in her.
In the early days, she always thought that the White Shadow Palace did not meet her purely out of suspicion.
She was shaken when she was ordered to relieve the museum storage room and was shown kindness by the Marquis of Charcones.
Now she was sure—it was not just a simple suspicion.
There is suspicion, but there is also trust.
It sounds like a contradictory description. How can two opposite attitudes coexist?
Actually, it is possible.
Not for ordinary people.
Yes to the king.
Sarah VII...perhaps wanted to trust her.
But due to some objective factors, he couldn't do it.
Or.
He dare not.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld immediately remembered the theory of "the duality of the Devourer" that Sixus told her.
Of course, she made up this name out of bad taste...but the point is not this, but the "duality", which is the root cause of her current situation.
There are two possibilities for Esuan Hitzfeld.
Either her eyes really came from the Sun King, or she is an apostle of the evil god.
After all, I have demonstrated my value and stance many times.
Through battles and cases.
Sarah still had expectations of me.
From this perspective, the reason why the White Shadow Palace has such a contradictory attitude towards me must be that there is another force that is restraining the royal power.
Another force?
That's a scary inference indeed.
Baring his teeth, looking at the wood grain, Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows and sighed.
Asfen is right.
She was just a detective, at most she could investigate cases and help fight small-scale fights. She was not qualified to be involved in larger-scale and more involved fights.
So, the core of all problems is actually this eye.
Reaching out to his left eye and gently pressing the eyeball through the blindfold, Hitzfeld tried to control the tiny tentacle.
There are many tentacles extending from the back of the eyeball, and she can only control one of them now.
She didn't know the specific reason, it might be recorded in the Book of Howling that the blood of the Sun King had polluted this thing enough for a mortal like her to get involved and control it.
It may also be that the eyeball has been soaked in and absorbed her blood for a long time, and has gradually accepted her and gradually given her permission.
Of course, it is also inseparable from her increasingly strong vitality and willpower.
Pass and Excellent.
It sounds so mysterious, but actually what you mean is that I should truly be able to control the power of my eyes, right?
Xia said that from ancient times to the present, no God Devourer has ever been able to truly do this. No matter whether they obtained the organs of gods or the flesh and blood of evil gods, the end of all God Devourers is to die young, and there is no way they can control the power before they die.
These people really think highly of me by making such a request right away.
Hitzfeld leaned in the corner and pondered, but after thinking for a long time he still couldn't figure out how to "truly control the power of the eyes."
It's like that joke - everyone knows it only takes three steps to put an elephant in a refrigerator.
But how do you implement it?
That's the point... Stupid Hitzfeld...
It's not like she hasn't tried.
At the beginning of the quarantine, she planned to use the eternal night to stimulate the ability of her eyes and try to contact the spirits or nightmares of the businessmen and police officers around her. She wanted to enter that fantasy world again and cross the barrier of time to peek into the truth.
But what a result.
It cannot be said that she gained nothing, she saw quite a lot... There were a few people, who, perhaps because of their dark and narrow-minded hearts, were always surrounded by a thin mist, in which sneaky shadows could be vaguely seen.
Continuing to follow these dreams, she mostly saw some mixed memories of childhood trauma.
It is of no value in solving the problem.
So what should we do?
As she was thinking, she began to recall the information about the Tree of Death.
While only speculative, it does emphasize the brain and the heart.
Before, I seemed to be only concerned with exploring "consciousness" and "spirit", that is, things derived from the brain and thinking.
Can we start from the heart?
But the heart does not think and does not have nightmares.
How can such a thing be done...
"Hello, beautiful lady?"
A voice sounded in her ear.
Turning around, she saw a typical fur trader-looking man standing behind her, rubbing his hands and looking at this side awkwardly.
"My name is Tasme-Bissen... Miss, I want to ask, how long will we be detained?"
This is because I can't wait to ask questions.
Hitzfeld didn't care.
Just as I was about to answer, I felt my neck tighten.
That collar...seems to be strangling her.
Chapter 37 A Stupid Method
In the darkness, Gunter ran all the way to the commander's tent, staring at the pitch-black shadows on the other side and reporting, telling them that his mother had just sent someone to look for him.
"I'm not sure what she wants to do, Sols." Gunter said, "And you... my uncle, you have more experience and older wisdom than me, and I want your help."
He waited for a long time before he heard a sigh from the darkness.
Suddenly, there was a flash of fire in front of my eyes.
Instinctively, Gunter squinted his eyes. When he adjusted to the light again, he saw a lazy old man leaning on the main seat of the tent in front of him, and he was reaching out to light the lamp next to him in an extremely lazy and reluctant manner.
"Sols!" Gunter couldn't help but say, "The rules of the Ash Legion..."
"Rules are made by people, and it's normal for people to change them." The old man whom he called Sols sat up slightly.
The warm yellow firelight danced in the tent, completely illuminating his face and figure.
He should be taller than Prince Gaunt.
Just by sitting opposite each other, it was obvious that he was a whole size bigger than Gaunt.
His hair and beard were shaved very short, with gray on the top and bottom. But it would be unfair to judge him as "old" in a strict sense. His body and face looked at most 50 years old, not yet completely out of the prime of human life.
"Sols, don't keep me in suspense." Gaunt glared at him. "You can see the hidden meaning behind this, right? Tell me what she wants to do!"
"She suppressed the southern nobles and communicated with the noble alliance. The families that can be considered as her forces are the Larence family and the Skye family. Moreover, she is the 'Chosen Princess' appointed by the Pope himself. Maybe the church also likes her."
After saying this, Sols took out his kettle and took a few gulps.
Although it is a kettle, the smell that comes out is a strong aroma of wine.
It is a taboo for a coach to drink alcohol, not to mention that he has an appointment. Gunter has no way to deal with this man. He can only sit cross-legged with his arms folded, waiting for Sols to give him an answer.
"I've almost told you everything she did. You can actually deduce it yourself." Sols glanced at him, "It's just that you don't want to believe that result, so there's no point in me telling you."
"She told me that this was all for Sarah!" Prince Gaunt said eagerly, "I believe her!"
"Then why do you keep hiding here and not going back?"
This sentence made Gunter speechless. He opened his mouth and finally sat back on the cushion dejectedly.
Yes, despite what he said to the servants, the reason why he was unwilling to leave the army after his service as a descendant of royal blood ended was actually to avoid his overly strong mother.
Since he was a child, he felt that there was something wrong with the way his mother looked at him, as if she had an...overly eager expectation, one that could even be described as fanatical.
