Hitzfeld sincerely doubted that this man's mental age was only nine years old.
Logically speaking, Xia Yibing's childhood was indeed incomplete.
She did not receive a good education and spent all day exercising and practicing sword skills.
When she was a little older, her family encountered such a drastic change again, which forced her, a little girl, to mature psychologically… So it was normal for her to be mentally unhealthy. It would be a miracle if any child with a similar experience could have healthy psychological development.
But this is not...
She twisted her body and took a few steps forward, but Xia Yibing followed her again, even resting her chin on her shoulder and burying her entire head in her hair.
This is not a reason for her to cling to me like a puppy...
Even Lily isn't this clingy...this is simply outrageous!
"You are my addiction, Aisun."
Xia Yibing whispered softly in her ear.
"I can't live without you any more...you're going to spoil me."
"That's because the food you cooked is so awful!" Hitzfeld said with disgust, but his face was actually slightly red.
"Do you think I like taking care of you?"
"You have no idea how much time I waste preparing four different meals every day..."
Four servings.
Yes.
Because there are not only three people living here, there is also a Sheldon dog with an amazing appetite.
The Sheldon is Lily's breed. She looked it up and found that this kind of dog is more common in the north, but very few have blue eyes, let alone look so majestic.
"I'm leaving!"
After finally getting rid of Bing Jiu, Hitzfeld fled into the living room.
She changed her shoes, looked down at the big white dog that followed her spontaneously, picked up the basket, closed the door and went downstairs.
I looked up at the blue sky, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but start to curl up.
Chapter 2 Nightmare Monster
There are a lot of people in the morning market.
Hitzfeld picked out some bread, meat, vegetables and fruit, stuffed them all into his basket, and started waiting in line to buy breakfast.
Iris Street is located between the aristocratic area and the civilian area. It has a large population and a large flow of people, so shops with good business will inevitably have long queues.
"Good morning, Miss Hitzfeld."
"Good morning, Miss Hitzfeld."
From time to time, some familiar or semi-familiar faces greeted her, and she politely responded. Even if she had no impression of them, she would try to nod in greeting.
Although it has only been established for a short time, Hitzfeld Office has already become well-known in the neighborhood.
On the one hand, her deeds in the Crystal Sea were compiled into stories and sung by bards during this period.
Although this is not really a great achievement - after all, this is a skill that those people use to make a living, and any poet can at least store hundreds of similar songs. From this perspective, she is not very noticeable among them - but at least those who can enjoy this treatment are real celebrities, and it can also be regarded as a small-scale advertisement for the agency.
On the other hand, it is because she has recently expanded her business and added "funeral consultation" to the firm's service list.
Again, if there is no other way out, I am afraid that not many people would choose to learn how to deal with the dead. However, burying relatives is an emotional instinct of human beings. Therefore, the service fee of funeral business is very expensive in big cities. A formal, qualified and certified funeral director can easily support himself.
The consequences of Hitzfeld's actions can be described as immediate.
It can only be said that in a city like Wayne Port and a street like Iris, it is impossible for her to have so many troublesome cases to handle.
But every household needs professionals to organize the funeral when someone dies, so her side job has been very popular recently. In less than half a month, the income it brought her is close to her weekly salary in Dream City.
It was natural for people around her to know her, and also because of the special nature of the profession of funeral director, everyone respected her very much.
Hitzfeld didn't just sit there in a daze while waiting in line. When she had almost finished greeting people, she took out a copy of the Wien Morning Post from the basket, asked the shop assistant for a toothpick, and cut the edge of the paper with one hand, and began to read the newspaper while waiting in line.
It is worth mentioning that King Charuni passed away a week ago.
The Sara royal family did have the blood of the Hawin family. This blood supported him to personally control the mechanical sun without being burned to death.
But because the power of the blood is not strong enough, this process will bring a huge burden to the body every time it is carried out.
He has controlled this sun for nearly forty years. Although he is not very old, his body can no longer support it.
That's why he said that if it was Alvin who replaced him, he would definitely be able to do better.
Elwin-Hawin, if she can gradually regain her strength, then she will be the "pure blood" of Hawin.
Hitzfeld doesn't like the theory of bloodline, but there are some things that he cannot refuse to accept.
Pure blood is pure blood. In terms of controlling the power of mechanical yang, the pure-blooded Harwin family and the fused-blooded Asfen family are not at the same level at all.
Hitzfeld didn't know the specific situation, but judging from the letters that Nianlun sent to her, which used a lot of descriptions such as "too exaggerated", "incredible", and "unbelievable", Alwin did not disappoint everyone's expectations.
She also learned an extra secret, that what Xilu said to Ethan was not entirely true.
Torredo did not force Harwin to give birth to his child. It would be a shame for the royal family if this matter were made public - because judging from what King Charuni revealed when he last saw her, it was Harwin's family who forced Torredo to marry them.
This is a behavior that can be explained by "permutation and combination experiments".
Basically, Harwin of that generation couldn't stand being sucked away by the secretly resurrected Sina, so he decided to see who he could marry to resist the curse.
When Charuni hinted at this, Hitzfeld was thinking: The magic resistance of the Sinnints is so high, did the Harwin royal family at that time consider recruiting a black son-in-law?
But I don't think so. Charuni also mentioned the aesthetics of the previous dynasties. They did not discriminate against the Sindhis, but they certainly did not consider intermarriage with them.
It just so happened that Torredo rose up as a hero, so this "unlucky guy" was chosen, and was knocked unconscious one night and sent to the bed of a young girl.
That should be a royal relative.
But he also has royal blood, just that it is much weaker.
Then they discovered that the offspring born from the union of Torredo and Harwin seemed to have a kind of "locking power".
This power can lock the blood and divine power belonging to Harwin in the bodies of future generations, preventing the unknown curse from eroding and taking it away.
All these factors added together laid the foundation for the subsequent rise of the Sara Dynasty, and also truly explained why the Tree People were willing to support a new dynasty.
Thinking of this, she remembered that Charuni had played a joke on her.
She did mention that her eyes might contain the blood of the goddess. After hearing this, Charuni fell into deep thought and then made a similar judgment as she did at the beginning - the concentration of blood in her body might be even higher than his.
He asked her if she was willing to be King Sara, and this question really confused Hitzfeld.
She just thought he was joking - she didn't dare and didn't want to think too much about it.
Fortunately, it looked like a joke.
Charuni did not mention the matter again.
Come back to the present moment.
Hitzfeld saw a big headline at the beginning of the newspaper: King Seraphine III of Talignant visited Port Vien and went to the royal cemetery to pay tribute to King Charuni.
Although Talignan is nicknamed the Fire Dragon Alliance, it is still a feudal kingdom, so it is normal to have a king.
Flipped the page.
The second version is an expert refutation of the rumor.
Because Xiyang's behavior at night has been very abnormal recently.
It happens too frequently. Even on days when it is not night, it often flies out and flies around, causing panic among many citizens.
Seeing this, Hitzfeld couldn't help but grin.
She is probably one of the few people who knows the truth behind this matter.
Hitzfeld felt conflicted when he thought about how Alwin, after his health improved, had changed from his gentle personality to become lively and active, and even went so far as to play with the "Eye of God" as a toy.
On the left, she observed a moment of silence for Nian Lun, Senar and others.
On the right she thought it was interesting.
Yes—she gloats.
However, it is very rude for a lady to show gloating, and she always disguises it well and has not been discovered so far.
She continued to flip through the pages, intending to just take a quick look and then call it a day.
Because it was almost her turn, there were still three people ahead of her.
But that title is really special.
The Ghost of Farrington
[As we all know, Fellington is a coal mining town located west of Cain. It was developed based on resources such as coal mines and has all the disadvantages of an industrial city.]
The tone of this description carried the discrimination towards outsiders that was unique to Wayne locals. Hitzfeld couldn't help but curl his lips, deeply despising the editor in his heart.
She continued to look down.
[However, there have been some rumors in this city recently... some strange rumors that may be related to evil.]
[On February 2, many people suddenly went to the police station to report that they had dreamt of a strange man with an unclear face appearing nearby.]
[According to their description, the weirdo was well-dressed—like a gentleman—but his face was heavily painted, which obviously ruled out a proper job.]
[What are they worried about? Oh, we found out that they are worried about their own children.]
[The weirdo is very popular with children. Whenever he takes off his tall hat and turns it upside down, a lot of candy always pours out of it.]
[Lots of sweets - all kinds of flavours. This reminds me of the Earl of Candy, whose hometown is also Farrington.]
[I think it was these candies that attracted the children - of course, if you see this, you will definitely say that this is nothing, because it is just a nightmare they have.]
[It didn't happen, it's just a nightmare, that doesn't mean anything.]
[But there must be a reason why it is published here.]
[Just yesterday we suddenly received the news.]
[That weirdo also appeared in reality...]
Chapter 3: Early Morning Visitor
It is really hard to describe the level of the editors and writers of the "Wien Morning News". Even after reading all the content, Hitzfeld still didn't understand whether the weirdo existed or not.
It stands to reason that the most important thing in reporting current affairs is objectivity, but in this article - Hitzfeld didn't even require them to be objective in their stance. They just did a terrible job in being objective in their writing and making things clear according to the standard routine.
This article is more suitable for a talk show host than for publication in a regular newspaper.
She couldn't help but miss the more than half a month she lived in Nanxinze. At least the editors and reporters there had solid basic skills and the reports they wrote were standard.
Unlike Wayne... She guessed that the reason here was that there were people with connections in the newspaper, and their professional abilities did not meet the requirements.
"Um, Miss Hitzfeld..." an awkward reminder came from behind, "I'm sorry to bother you, but you've been in a daze for almost half a minute..."
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment, put down the newspaper, and then realized that the three people in front of him had disappeared.
Mr. Felix, the owner of the meat pie shop, stood behind the oven wearing an apron, his arms folded across his chest, a thick beard on his wide-open lips, and looked like he had been grinning for a long time.
If she stayed here for a long time and couldn't get on, she would delay the commuting time of many people behind her. Hitzfeld didn't even dare to look back. He immediately threw the newspaper into the basket, walked up to the stall and said quickly: "Sesame meat patties, duck fat flavor, please give me eight."
"Your appetite has increased." The greasy boss teased her while taking a pancake out of the oven, "Or do you want to divide it into three portions like last time?"
"Yes! Thank you, Mr. Felix."
Hitzfeld took a few oil-paper packages, but didn't dare to stay for too long, and left in a hurry with Lily, who was wagging her tail.
He didn't know if it was an illusion... Before leaving, he seemed to hear Mrs. Felix wondering behind him whether she was married or not - this was definitely an illusion, Mrs. Felix was very polite, she would never talk about him like this behind his back.
After taking a few awkward steps, she suddenly felt something tugging at her skirt.
Looking down, it was Lily.
It is very particular and has a good memory. After the first time it bit the skirt with its teeth and was beaten by the tail, it did not do it again. This time it was holding the apron in front of it.
"Here you go!" The girl took out a meat pie and threw it to it unhappily. "You can't wait even a moment. You'll be scalded or poisoned sooner or later!"
"Woo!" Lily held the patty in her mouth, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and followed her closely, stopping every three steps. From time to time, she would put the over-scalding meat patties on the ground and fiddle with them.
Hitzfeld didn't care about it. The residents of Iris Street already knew the dog, and she wasn't afraid that it would get lost at all.
