"you like her."
"I don't!"
Gaunt denied it hastily, not even noticing that Katina had used the affirmative sentence.
"You have high standards. I've noticed that since you were a child."
Katina smiled mischievously.
"I've heard stories about the detective. It's true that a smart girl who has abilities and can stand on her own can easily attract the attention of boys. But I heard that she has a flaw in her appearance, and... she's a God Devourer?"
Gaunt nodded.
He felt that his mother shouldn't play such a joke on him.
After all, that was the Devourer.
No parent would allow their child to find a short-lived creature as a partner, let alone he was a prince and her origins had not been fully investigated.
"Oh... that's hard to say."
Katina raised the corners of her mouth meaningfully.
"For other families, Wang Ting, that would definitely not be possible. But as for your father... you see, your brothers and sisters also had a difficult time in their pursuit of maternal love."
"That doesn't apply to everyone!" Gaunt interrupted her.
"Ternitzer and Berentin..."
"That was all an accident..."
“Life is made up of accidents.”
"I can't control you in other matters, but when it comes to this kind of relationship, I have a suggestion for you: if you want to confirm what you think, you might as well try to take the initiative to deepen your understanding of her."
"…How do we do this?"
"It's very simple."
The princess tilted her head and said.
“People always wear various masks and tell lies in order to survive.”
"You can start by taking off her mask."
"You mean--" Gaunt drawled out his tone unconfidently.
"Eye patch."
The princess reminded him.
"She always wears an eye patch, right? Have you ever seen her full appearance?"
"You have a special feeling for her, I can tell from your description just now. But is it really that kind of feeling, or is it just because of this eye mask, this special costume, like a mask covering up some real things that make you curious... You have to at least figure out what kind of feeling you have for her."
Seems to make sense...
Gaunt frowned unconsciously.
Am I paying so much attention to Aisuen because of her mystery?
Maybe I don't have a good impression of her, I'm just curious?
Overall, this is a good suggestion.
"Well."
So he nodded.
"Okay, I know what to do."
Chapter 6: Meeting to Pay Debt
Another day passed.
Even though they were extremely sleepy, the three members of the cult still couldn't sleep.
Because today is the eternal night, no matter what the reason, if the members of the cult who are on a mission dare to sleep in the eternal night without applying, they will definitely be punished.
Hitzfeld was also very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep either.
Although she had no such restrictions and should have been able to rest easy in bed after working so hard on her body, Darente happened to send her a message at this time: as agreed before, Nianlun asked her if she was free.
available.
This must be available.
She had been longing to have a conversation with Nian Lun for a long time, but he always made excuses. This time, she finally had a chance to talk in private, so she had to endure it no matter how sleepy she was.
At worst, I can just endure it for another day.
After getting through the endless night, I should have time to sleep by Monday anyway.
I can go to Puslint on Monday.
Weekdays, convenient for work.
When asked about today's weather and temperature - it was a sunny day, the sun was even a little hot, it was an absolutely rare beautiful day, and Hitzfeld was a little hesitant about what to wear when going out.
Her general outfit remains the same, a black dress. The only differences are the color of the lining, whether it has lace, the width of the neckline, whether it is matched with a shirt inside, and whether she wears a jacket outside...
What she hesitated about were the socks.
In winter, you must wear thick socks, the kind of thick tights similar to leggings.
But now that the weather is warmer…
After thinking about it and gritted her teeth, she took out one of the pairs of socks that Xia Yibing had given her before from the box and quickly put them on.
The black nylon stockings have a completely different feel in every aspect when put on.
This was mainly done because of the agreement to keep a dog.
Although it is possible to just give away the pair you just took off, if you want to express a closer relationship and give the socks you gave me before as a return gift... Xia will probably be happier.
At least that's what Hitzfeld thought.
Anyway, she was wearing a long skirt, and underneath it were high-top thick-soled boots for winter. The hem of her skirt was slightly lifted so that her socks could not be seen at all, and the whole thing was covered tightly.
The skirt had a wide collar and a nipped waist. She wore an extra muslin shirt underneath, with the collar turned up and tied with a black tie that barely hid the collar.
Then she put on her hat and holster and made a move to leave.
and many more.
The steps paused.
Backed up, he opened the bedside table.
In the drawer were dozens of rows of bullets, brass-tipped and silver-tipped, in groups of six, each group lightly glued together.
Hitzfeld grabbed a handful and stuffed it around his body.
Nylon stockings are not easy to put on the leg rings and are easy to fall off. Fortunately, she sewed an extra pocket in the lining of this skirt, which can be stuffed with three panels on each side.
There are also boots, which are also specially made and can hold a plate on each side.
But there is still one board left in my hand.
After all, he had a criminal record, so Hitzfeld didn't care. He simply wrapped the bullet in a silk handkerchief, opened his collar and stuffed it into the gap.
"Real ink stains."
Seeing her come out, Torres pointed at her with his pocket watch.
"Look at what time it is now."
"Are you planning on keeping us company until Tuesday?"
"If she really wants to talk to me about something, we shouldn't be delayed too long." Hitzfeld said apologetically.
"Let's go."
"There's no point in worrying so much."
According to regulations, she must apply to Vesta every time she travels.
But for some reason today, Vesta's office was empty.
Clenames and Pippen were nowhere to be seen, and the entire Vesta faction seemed to have disappeared.
"Let's go first."
She made the decision.
"The registration has already been done. It's their business if they are not here."
He went upstairs and found the designated car in the parking lot. Darent sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
Coming out of the tunnel, the glaring sunlight made Hitzfeld squint his eyes.
very warm.
What a nice day.
"Where's Lily?" she asked Darent.
"Throw it to her." The wooden man said cheerfully, "The silly dog looked very reluctant...it wanted to follow you. You are really welcome."
"Maybe not tomorrow."
The girl raised her eyebrows and arched her toes a few more times in her shoes.
To her surprise, the place where Nian Lun asked her to meet was actually the theater.
"The Mermaid Theater?"
Torres leaned against the window, staring at the busy streets outside and the huge billboards flashing neon lights, shouting like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
"This is the territory of the Plantagenet Company! I have lived here for so long and have never been here..."
There was curiosity and desire in his tone.
He is a priest after all.
Mermaid Street, where the Mermaid Theater is located, is the most entertaining area in the entire Wayne Port. There is no shortage of entertainment venues here, and priests without missions are not allowed to come to such places.
"You are not wearing your robes?"
Hitzfeld turned back to confirm.
This was a rare opportunity, and she didn't want to be disturbed by some stupid situation.
After getting off the car, Darent still led the way. Several people were taken by him into the side door of the Mermaid Theater and entered the VIP box through a secret staircase.
Dark red walls, filled with incense.
When they entered, Ruth-Annual was lying in a rocking chair, holding a pipe, frowning and thinking in the curling smoke.
Asfen stood behind her, holding her right wrist with his left hand, in a standard guarding posture.
Hitzfeld heard a distinct commotion.
The box is not closed, and more than half of the rightmost wall is hollowed out.
That direction faces the stage, and looking down from here, you can see a large crowd of people - they are all ordinary audiences who have already taken their seats.
Nian Lun finally noticed them and pointed at the seat next to him with his cigarette pipe.
The trio was not invited and was not eligible to enter.
They consciously stood guard at the door to keep an eye on the girl.
Hitzfeld walked over and sat down next to the annual ring, with a look on his face full of questions: Why did you choose to meet here?
Judging from the situation, an opera is about to begin. The layout of this room is completely soundproof. Even the noise coming from below is enough to interfere with normal conversation. How can the troupe communicate when they open their voices?
unless……
Seeing that Annual Ring still looked nonchalant, Hitzfeld's heart moved and he thought of an additional possibility.
"Yes, I did it on purpose."
Nian Lun saw her expression change, leaned over and blew a puff of smoke at her.
It doesn't smell bad.
