Hitzfeld thought of the somewhat mellow and honest boss.
So many people died in Elkner's death this time that she didn't even notice the name.
"You can come with us tonight."
she said suddenly.
"what?"
Darent didn't respond.
"To the banquet."
The girl smiled.
She suddenly remembered what Asfen had repeatedly emphasized to her, that she should not always leave her partner and team up with others.
"Don't you want to eat three-fresh bean soup?"
"The prince's dinner... shouldn't disappoint you."
……
Ten minutes later, two extended black cars drove out of the bridge tunnel and headed straight for Iris Street.
After arriving at the place, Hitzfeld looked at his watch and felt that Kleinamis or Vesta must have calculated the distance - it would take exactly twenty minutes to get here from there.
The round trip, including unexpected delays, was just about fifty minutes.
"Maps! What do you want to do by calling me down here all of a sudden?"
"Nothing, just want everyone to see you."
"? I think there's something wrong with your brain!"
The sky was gloomy, and small snowflakes mixed with rain hit the car windows from time to time.
Silently observing through the glass, Hitzfeld finally felt a lot better after seeing Ashley repeatedly trying to lift the wooden man's hat but being dodged.
Ashley is fine.
There was no house demolition or anything like that.
"I just miss you so much."
Darent said as he sat back in the car.
"Have you ever seen an abandoned puppy? I can understand that look. They are exactly the same."
"She will not be abandoned."
Hitzfeld said softly.
"Once is enough."
The strange agents sitting behind her looked over curiously; they did not know the detailed files of Crystal Sea.
"Let's go back."
Hitzfeld leaned back.
"They should have already discussed whether to release him or not."
Chapter 62 The Power of Money
"I know they will definitely send more people to monitor me...but why you?"
In the reception room of the Internal Audit Department, Hitzfeld tilted his head, frowned deeply, and stared at the three people in front of him. He didn't quite understand the reason.
A white-haired priest, a pink-haired nun, and a blonde knight.
"Are you dissatisfied with this matter?" the white-haired young man shouted, waving his fist vigorously, as if he was going to hit her on the head.
"Shiloh..." Cybert called out in a low voice, "She has helped us before. Don't be like this. We were all companions before."
"Hmph!" Torres turned his head away.
Right.
Hitzfeld complained in his heart.
Still the same tsundere style as before.
Well, since she had already met Captain Red in the town of Elnak, she was not surprised to receive protection from the cult when she returned to Wayne Port.
The other party valued her value very much. If they wanted to cooperate for a long time, the person they sent must have a good relationship with her. Naturally, there was no better candidate than Torres and Cybertron.
But, the blond knight behind...
"Ka Luo." She looked at the newcomer from head to toe several times, "Don't tell me you are no longer at the Silver level."
"I told you she could see it!" Carlo jumped up and moved in front of Torres with an extremely oppressive posture.
"Give me the money, quick!"
These birdmen actually set up a trap for me...
Hitzfeld believed that after strict training from her wife, she could maintain her composure no matter how annoying the situation was, but the combination of these two funny guys obviously produced an incredible chemical reaction, and she felt her gums itchy.
She didn't even dare to think what would happen if they met Darent.
The white-haired priest very reluctantly took out a purse and handed it to Carlo. The blond knight then turned around happily and announced the answer: "That's right! I am also a gold rank now!"
"Knight Garo broke the Central Diocese's promotion record." Saibot explained, "He is the fastest person in the Central Diocese to be promoted from the training camp to gold."
"Is it limited to the Central Diocese?" Xia Yibing keenly grasped the prerequisite, "That means he is not powerful enough."
She was actually quite annoyed with this guy.
She had dealt with quite a few Golden Knights over the years, and while she hadn't worked with every one of them like she had with Kangana-Flick or Carr, she could see their steadiness.
Such a leap of golden steps...
What exactly is the content of the gold assessment?
Why let this kind of idiot pass?
"Hey~ So many people have gathered to participate in the mission?"
Another overly lively voice came from the door.
Upon hearing the voice, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing both tensed up their nerves and their toes in their shoes involuntarily shrank.
"Why are you here?" Hitzfeld looked fierce when he saw the pink-haired nurse open the door and come in. "Don't tell me you are here to protect me too? Are you kidding me, Sixus?"
Forget about Carlo, maybe he has some character issues, but at least he is at the gold level, he won't lie about this.
But Luciel is a nurse.
Has she fallen to the point where she needs logistical protection?
"Don't say that~" Lu Xier came over with a smile, and lifted a small strand of the girl's hair against Xia Yibing's dark face, "After all... I also heard that you were attacked. It must have been troublesome to deal with the wounds at that time? I can solve these problems with you~"
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other and found that there was confusion on each of their faces.
Was this Villefort's arrangement?
Although Lu Xier was not under his authority, it was impossible for him to say that he did not know about this.
He and Sixus must have discussed it before deciding to send Luxier, but doesn't this mean... they think there may be subsequent attacks, so they want to specially assign a "field nurse" to the team?
The collusion between the old royal party and Niriku seems to be very deep.
But... no matter what, it's better to be surrounded by familiar people than to send some strangers.
Hitzfeld quickly accepted the situation.
Coincidentally, the results of the Internal Audit Department’s discussions have also come out.
She was granted special permission to attend the dinner, but needed a team of no less than 200 agents from various departments of the bureau to provide secret protection.
secretly.
She savored the word.
He glanced at the three members of the cult who were being introduced to Lu Xier.
Most likely, she realized that it was useless to place people around her, so she was forced to make this choice.
The door was opened and the 17 teams waiting at the door were let in to let them get to know each other again. Thus, a temporary protection team formed around Hitzfeld was formed.
Only Pippen was excluded and isolated, and even Carlos and others who had just met him could see it.
Hitzfeld didn't want to wait any longer. She was now eager to find a channel to obtain information about the old royal party and Ethan's disposal plan. Prince Berentan was a good choice.
I went directly to the communications room and asked Xia Yibing for help. I dialed the number on the back of the first letter. After confirmation, the other party said that they would send someone to pick me up downstairs on Iris Street.
Berentin also didn't know where the Security Bureau's headquarters was.
Keeping this information in mind, the group divided into two cars and repeated the route.
A whole convoy came to pick them up.
There were 10 black Beetles parked downstairs, which looked scary. When they arrived, a crowd of people had gathered at the intersection, pointing and guessing which lady the team was picking up.
Because men don't do such things, and there is no such custom anywhere in Sarah.
"You must be Miss Hitzfeld."
Seeing them get out of the car, a silver-haired old man who was waiting downstairs quickly walked up and bowed to the girl.
"I am your Highness's steward. You can just call me Charman."
Charmain was very sensible. Although Hitzfeld had no intention of bringing a large group of people behind him to attend the dinner - at that time, except for Xia Yibing and Darent, everyone else would definitely be waiting outside - but when he saw this scene, he did not show any expression, and had a calm and indifferent attitude, as if he had seen all kinds of ups and downs.
As expected of the prince's butler, his bearing far surpasses that of a petty noble's butler.
After confirming their identities, they got into their respective cars and were taken by the motorcade to a remote villa.
"here it is……"
As he walked through the door, Carlo opened his mouth wide.
"However, this is too exaggerated..."
The villa is huge.
The internal structure here is very unique. The compartments are not meant to distinguish functional rooms. They all have only one function - to store clothes.
There were wardrobes everywhere, and wax figures dressed in clothes everywhere.
Racks full of clothes were lined up from the room to the door, and on each rack there were at least twenty or thirty dresses of various styles.
There are both men's and women's items, and all are unique styles that cannot be bought anywhere else.
"The first floor is the dressing room."
Charmain introduced.
“You can choose the clothes you like here... Don’t worry, none of them have been worn. They are all brand new and have been waiting for their owners since the moment they were designed.”
"After you finish your selection, ladies can go to the second floor to pick out some small pieces of jewelry... There's no need to be reserved, everything will be paid for by His Highness."
It’s worthy of the Wang family’s style.
Hitzfeld was also feeling emotional.
Look at this group of people... They are undoubtedly elites, and the elites among the elites, but they are all shocked without exception.
That's the power of money.
The most direct, simplest, and most brutal.
Many people, including her, once thought that they could remain true to themselves in the face of wealth, but in fact it was simply because they had not seen enough wealth.
"Thank your highness for me."
"My pleasure."
This conversation also meant that all of them could attend the dinner.
The other party showed good intentions, and Hitzfeld didn't want to let his companion down.
After confirming that he could do it, Carlo cheered and went to choose clothes.
Torres' face turned red as he was dragged away by the pink-haired nun.
