It was waxed and felt smooth to the touch. The four corners were treated to prevent wear. The face of the card was Nicholas Brende, who was wearing a formal suit, which was very rare here, and his expression was a bit fierce.
There is a line of characters in the corner of the card:
[The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Killer Series]
[Limited Collector's Edition]
[No.: 001]
Turn it over and there is another line of words on the back.
[Remember: Not everyone has the courage to face the darkness in their hearts.]
"This is……"
"This is the gift inside the bag of candy I bought from Meng Shuixian's shop." Hitzfeld said softly.
"I originally thought this was the most appropriate gift, so I hid it to surprise you."
"but now……"
"I wonder if you still..."
Worship him.
...No one can say for sure about this kind of thing.
After all, she was not Ethan, and she was not sure what Ethan was thinking.
After all, the madness and viciousness displayed by the Earl were enough to make people feel cold just by reading those records.
"Oh~ I have to say you think I am superficial."
She looked up suddenly and saw Ethan playing with the card and grinning at her.
"In a way, this sentence is for me."
"So you are..."
He was overjoyed and his voice rose.
"So thank you, Hitzfeld."
Itching on the top of the head.
That was the familiar rubbing feeling.
“This is what I received…”
“The best gift ever.”
Unit Summary
First is the reward thanks list:
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Thanks to the above readers for their blades and rewards~!
And thanks to Solewado Kana (1000) for the big reward~!
Thanks to Feng0x1xiu (10000) and Traveler Qinxin (20200) for the -dollar reward~!
And the super gold treasure chest of the new cute master Lan Ying (160000)~!
I was lazy and didn't check the reward for a while, which scared me... Are the rules of the martial arts world the main reason for adding more chapters? Woohoo, I will do it, I will do it...
Back to the topic.
This unit, the purpose of this unit is to provide Ethan with a buffer.
On the one hand, it continues to be a story similar to "Fairy Tale Town" and fills in some necessary settings, such as human geography and the like.
On the one hand, it fills the hole of the Earl of Candy mentioned above, and at the same time helps Ethan get out of the haze.
In fact, there is another transition here, which is about the death of the director in the previous unit.
I was very tired when writing that paragraph, because I really didn’t want to make Villefort’s death too sentimental... I know what his death should be like in that scene, and I also know that there are many reasons why his death seems peaceful, which is complicated, and it doesn’t mean that agents like Ethan and Xia are not particularly sad about it.
But the difficulty lies in that this matter cannot be known by only me, I have to find a way to convey that feeling to the readers.
Then it’s probably because of my limited writing skills. I couldn’t figure out how to insert such a plot within the rhythm of the plot, but I had to explain this matter - many of my previous articles had this problem. I thought readers would be able to understand it, so I left it alone and let readers figure it out on their own.
Of course this won't work. When I'm the author, I'll think "Ah! Those who don't understand are idiots!", but when I'm the reader, I'll definitely think "Fuck, am I the worm in your stomach? Is this author crazy?"
So we have to change it, we have to do it.
Just seize the opportunity to extradite him.
But not too much, just enough to get the point across, that very slight, tickling--it should be enough!
So that's it~
It’s a pity that I accidentally didn’t get up last night. I wanted to take a day off to think about what to write next, but I overdrew my leave. Miserable…
Chapter 1: Shadow
Hitzfeld walked out of the station with his bag in hand, and like every other passenger who had just used the subway, he walked up the stairs to the ground.
She glanced at the sky...it was already dark. The clock tower visible through the gap in the building showed that it was already past six o'clock. The reason why there was still some white light in the sky was all thanks to the season.
It's summer now.
This year's summer was exceptionally long, lasting from the end of April to August. She took a breath of the slightly scorching air, started walking, and continued to the agreed location.
On the way, they passed a commercial street. As Hitzfeld walked, he seemed to be aware of something and turned his head to look at the window glass on the right.
There is a beautiful girl with gray hair and black dress printed upside down inside.
The heavy black dress could not hide her figure, which enhanced her slender waist and plump chest, making people unable to help but stare at her.
With such a gaze, she actually had an illusion for a moment - she seemed to be able to see the female body jumping under the dress through the vague yet clear outline. The thick skirt could no longer block her view, and she could see... the curve of the long and beautiful legs.
The steps paused, and all fantasies disappeared at once.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but look up at his own reflection, and the gray-haired girl's cheeks were as expected, blushing.
She wore a black lace collar with white edges around her neck. Her hair, which looked unhealthy but had a silvery-gray sheen, was simply tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, fully revealing her entire neck and further highlighting her tall figure.
She covered her left eye with her falling hair, and a black eye mask could be vaguely seen through the swaying hair.
Hitzfeld stopped, leaned closer to the window, and suddenly grinned.
The girl inside also smiled, but the only eye she showed - the one that looked more like a blue-gray single eye in the reflection - did not smile along with the other.
This made her smile look a little weird. A passerby who was still fascinated by her delicate figure and appearance a moment ago suddenly shuddered after seeing this smile, and left without looking back.
Hitzfeld exhaled, his eyes regained focus, and he quickly scanned the reflection in the window, finally landing on the opposite side of the street, on a man holding an umbrella.
She remembered clearly that this person had just come out of the station with her.
But she was not a real passenger. She did not take the subway. She was just going somewhere to do business through the subway station.
She hadn't seen this guy on her way out of there, and Alfred's crows hadn't sent any letters recently, reminding her to turn a blind eye to some special stalkers.
In other words... the other party is not someone in the system, and is not a plainclothes officer.
But he had already followed me for two blocks.
After thinking for a while, she suddenly ran a few steps to the street, raised her head and looked in the direction of the clock tower. Then she showed a surprised expression as if she just realized it was so late, and ran forward.
The small boots stepping on the floor tiles, the flying skirt and the fluttering hair only leave overlapping shadows in the glass window.
After running half the street and turning the corner, Hitzfeld squeezed into the line at the door of the bakery, saying sorry repeatedly, and started running again after squeezing through the line.
There was no glass to reflect her figure on this stretch of road. The streets on both sides were marble walls with rows of relief carvings on them. Only a few puddles of water lay on the ground, telling her about the dark clouds gathering in the sky.
Rumbling--
It is going to rain.
Summer thunderstorms usually come faster than people think. Hitzfeld looked up at the sky, her lips twitching - she heard footsteps chasing her quickly.
"front……"
She ran away.
"and many more……"
Without stopping.
Another half street passed, she looked back, but could no longer find the familiar figure, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But as soon as she turned around, she immediately saw that man - the man holding an umbrella and wearing a dark black tuxedo, rushing out from the alley next to her with a gentle smile on his face.
"——" Hitzfeld flipped his wrist and took out the White Whale, and put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead before he got close.
Rumble…
The thunder fell almost simultaneously with the heavy rain.
The rain was gradually soaking through his clothes, but Hitzfeld did not move, just holding his gun and staring at the uninvited guest.
"You think I'm a bad person." The man curled his lips, "Then I'm really sad."
He was also wearing a top hat, with the upper half of his face obscured by the shadow of the brim, so that only his chin and nose could be seen.
"The reason why I'm chasing you is very simple... It's because when I got off the train, I suddenly smelled a unique fragrance. It's a magical smell that I've never smelled anywhere else, and I've never imagined..."
"Are you a perfumer?" Hitzfeld's expression remained serious. "Tell me your company, your name, and your position."
But she did feel a little relieved.
The main reason is...she knew that someone was always following and protecting her.
The other party was a legitimate Shadow Lion plainclothes officer, and those who could withstand her sharp gaze without being discovered were the elite among the elite. With such people guarding around, but they did not show up at this time, and even warned her in advance, this should mean that they were sure that this man was not dangerous.
"Oh, I don't think we need to be so formal."
At this moment, the man paused the umbrella on the ground twice, and suddenly raised it up, as if he was going to open the umbrella.
Hitzfeld was unmoved.
The remaining vigilance she maintained was directed at his face. The muzzle of the gun was there, and the mere action of opening an umbrella was not enough to scare her.
And the rain was indeed getting heavier.
It's her business if she wants to get wet in the rain, but she doesn't want to care if others don't want to.
"Pong!"
The umbrella opened.
This umbrella is huge...
A shadow spread out and blocked all the pouring rain for her.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but roll his eyes and take a closer look, and found that the umbrella cover was actually big enough to cover two people underneath.
"...Thank you." she said.
It seemed that she was indeed worrying too much.
The other party should not be an evildoer.
"But I really have no intention of cooperating with perfume manufacturers, so you should..."
"Perfume?" the man suddenly interrupted her, "When did I say it was perfume?"
Ok?
Hitzfeld's relaxed mind tensed up again. She squinted and stared at the lower half of the other person's face: "It's not perfume... then what do you smell?"
"of course……"
Damn it—
The girl's one eye widened slightly, because this time she saw clearly that while this sentence was uttered, the other party's lips did not move at all!
So what did he use to speak?
There was no one else around, and there were no other organs on his face...
Is it ventriloquism?
Or in other words...
