If you look closely, the beginning of this plot is quite unusual. The heroine is seriously injured and poisoned, and she doesn't even have the strength to drink the medicine. The hero takes the initiative to hold the medicine in his mouth and kisses her, and he is very careful to use the tip of his tongue to press the other's tongue to prevent the tongue from rolling up and blocking the esophagus.
"You know... the human need for kissing is engraved in our flesh and blood." She silently read the author's narration, "The oldest kiss actually originated from the mother and the young, from the former delivering food to the latter..."
This statement is very interesting.
It was not a question of romance or philosophy, but it reminded her of the dinner they had in the evening.
Why didn't I think of feeding her this way?
Xia Yibing put the book down slightly and looked up at Hitzfeld.
From this angle, she could only vaguely see the girl's profile from the left rear.
Hitzfeld didn't notice her looking at him at all. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temple after writing a long paragraph.
A little tired...I have to say that after injecting the "special medicine" mixed into Alwin's blood, she was more likely to fall into that state of fatigue than before.
She thought it was a good thing.
Because "not afraid of fatigue" is an illusion. It is the left eye that is deceiving and overdrawing her life energy.
If she wants to live longer, she can't always rely on overdrawing her vitality to fight for benefits.
the next day.
Sixus arrived at daybreak.
When Xia Yibing woke up, Hitzfeld had already changed into a black long dress with a slightly puffy hem and a very tight waist.
It was even long-sleeved—the kind with layers of white lace folded inside and slightly flared outward from the elbows.
Xia Yibing grinned as she watched. In this weather... Hitzfeld really didn't mind the heat.
She wasn't the only one who felt this way. Even Sixus was startled when he got in the car.
"Are you...are you not afraid of the heat?"
The mixed-haired loli looked Hitzfeld up and down in surprise, then turned to Xia Yibing and asked, "You don't have a dress at home?"
"Yes." Xia Yibing raised one hand and waved it, "But she doesn't wear it."
"I don't like dresses that reveal too much." Hitzfeld frowned.
"What about pants? Those wide pants are quite comfortable..."
"You want me to dress as a man to meet Her Majesty the Queen?"
Sixus stopped talking.
It is understandable for a noble woman to dress like that... but Hitzfeld has no official position or title, and is a commoner girl, so it is indeed very disrespectful to do so.
Hitzfeld does have his own ideas.
It’s not that she doesn’t like pants, in fact she has had many opportunities to choose pants to wear.
But every time she wanted to make this choice, she would remember the etiquette teachings she had received when she had just woken up in this world and was at 12 Flo Street.
…So she still chose the skirt every time.
And the skirt isn't particularly hot... Don't be fooled by the fact that the skirt is quite thick. In fact, because the hem is too long, you can't even see her ankles clearly. She was very bold to not wear socks, and her legs were bare under the skirt.
In this way, as long as there is a little bit of wind, the air will spontaneously drill into the hem of the skirt and take a ride when passing by, and the cool feeling is quite comfortable.
Not bad at all, right?
She is not stupid!
Chapter 8 Frick's Letter
When he saw Alvin again, Hitzfeld was still shocked by the scene.
This is in the palace garden, almost next to the Upper Palace. Alwin built a small flower garden for himself here and likes to come here whenever he has time. According to Pusians, there are many rare herbs planted in it.
When they were brought in, the queen, dressed in a white dress, was sitting in the pavilion enjoying breakfast.
It was a piece of clothing between a robe and a skirt. It looked too clean, and its whiteness was dazzling and glowing in the lush flower garden... Especially when Alwin turned around and smiled with joy, his flying white hair and his eyes that could be described as lush and green, the effect in their eyes... was no less than a baptism of spiritual purification.
Especially Sixus and the two female guards, they didn't realize what was happening and their bodies naturally knelt down to Elwin.
"Aisun is here!" Elwin jumped out of the pavilion happily, revealing a pair of straw sandals under her robe, and her five crystal toes stretched out excitedly.
"Your Majesty!" Sixus stood up and frowned slightly when he saw her like this, "Please be more solemn... Why are you not wearing a crown today?"
"Ah~ That thing smells like rust, and it's strong. I told you last time that I don't like wearing that thing..."
"Nonsense! That is the symbol of the royal power of two dynasties!"
“But it’s really uncomfortable~”
Even acting like a spoiled child is so natural...
Hitzfeld watched the two men interact throughout the entire process, and the more he observed, the more he felt moved.
Some words, some actions, when said or performed by different people, have completely different effects.
There was no deliberateness or affectation in Alwin's coquettishness - she was simply being willful. This special emotional expression, coupled with her status and appearance, was so special that even Hitzfeld, who was not the target, could not resist it, and Sixus was naturally quickly defeated.
"You don't need to attend court today, so forget it." The mixed-haired loli gritted her teeth and gave in, "But next time... Your Majesty must know what your identity represents..."
But Alwin didn't buy it at all. While she was talking, he took out a small yellow flower from somewhere and put it on Sixus's head.
"……(＃^ω^)" Sixus's smile began to become brighter and brighter.
“Ahem!” Alvin sensed the danger, clapped his hands, and put on a serious expression, “Then let’s get to the point… Imaar, Hitzfeld, follow me in.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Several people returned to the pavilion and sat down. Alvin said nothing and picked up an envelope that was already there: "You can take a look at this first."
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other, and finally the latter took the envelope.
It's dirty.
The brown kraft paper itself was stained with a lot of gray-black, orange-yellow, and red-black traces similar to blood. Even the sealing wax used for sealing had fallen off by half, so you can imagine how much suffering it had suffered on the road.
"This is an urgent war report from Onsin." Elwin's next words made them change color. "You should be familiar with the person who wrote the letter. It is the Golden Knight Frick... He called for reinforcements to be sent to Onsin."
this--
Hitzfeld's heart tightened.
The current situation in Sarah's kingdom is rather delicate.
On the one hand, it has almost no external threat. Sara is the largest country in the civilized world. If Sara's size is quantified as 10, the combined strength of all the surrounding countries may not even reach 8.
The gap is too big. It's not just the land area, but the productivity and population.
For example, the Fire Dragon Alliance's Tarinian has a total population of no more than 800 million. The tropical country of Goli across the South Sinze Strait has a total population of only 350 million.
Sara, a big city, has a population of nearly one million, and the gap between the two is immeasurable.
The core reason for this, in addition to productivity and technology, is the indispensable contribution of the Xieyang Stone Carvings.
It is precisely because Sara can continuously produce imitations of this "holy stone tablet" that most of the towns under its jurisdiction can ensure basic stability. It is not the case that demons will riot every night, and the people can only pray for fate and leave their hopes of getting rid of the evil spirits to luck.
Therefore, Sarah's army was not created to fight against its own kind from the beginning. The purpose of its three most elite legions is to eliminate evil spirits.
But on the other hand, this does not mean that... the defense system with only this one task will be easy.
It seems to be just a defense against evil spirits, isn't it? With the protection of the holy stone tablet, the occasional murders and evil cases that pop up are enough to be handed over to the secret police.
If all else fails, there are still libraries and tree people. Unless there is a disaster that will destroy the city and is discovered in advance, there is really no need to mobilize the army.
But Hitzfeld knows that the reality is not the case, and Unseen is the best example.
Onsin City is a war fortress. It blocks the only gap from the northwest plains into the Burro Canyon. Every year, thousands of people fight to the death there to resist the insect tide.
Not to mention...this is just what has been disclosed.
The troops stationed in Onsayn were not part of any of the three legions. Strictly speaking, it was a ragtag army - elite troops were drawn from various places to take turns entering the fortress to rotate guards, and they could only be replaced after three years. This was how Sarah maintained the elite combat power of each parish.
So what else has not been disclosed?
Some of those elite troops who were replaced and had experienced the baptism of blood may have been added to the three major legions.
But there must be more than one place like Onsayin in Sarath...where did the rest of the people go?
Hitzfeld didn't know.
She didn't really want to know these secrets.
"...He said that something is wrong with the recent Worm Plains." Xia Yibing had finished reading the letter and handed it to Hitzfeld. "What does your majesty think? Do you really want to send more troops?"
Hitzfeld took the opportunity to quickly read the contents of the letter.
She could roughly guess why Frick was transferred to the Worm Plains.
Because he was still the head of the parish knights in Blackwood a year ago, and the subsequent transfer order was to the central parish of Wayne. Generally speaking, this is a promotion and will not change in a short period of time.
But he was quickly transferred again, and his destination was still a place like Onsayin.
This is punishment.
He must have offended some big shot and was sent there to atone for his sins.
Judging from the content of the letter, Frick had been active on the front lines of the war.
He was not stationed in the fortress, but took the initiative to request to be assigned to the "Red Earth Patrol", going deep into the plains every day. Sometimes he even had to specifically look for those huge nest caves and go deep into them to investigate the movements of the insect nest.
This is an extremely critical task, because only by being prepared for the insect swarm and knowing its scale in advance can they be more confident of holding on and minimizing casualties.
And in his most recent exploration, he discovered that the next wave of insect swarms would be particularly fierce.
The Wengsayn Fortress had just completed a rotation of guards half a month ago. Now more than two-thirds of the garrisoning troops were new recruits. He was worried that even if they could hold off this wave of insect swarms, the fortress defenders would suffer heavy casualties. He wrote a letter to explain the situation and hoped that reinforcements could be sent to the fortress.
"This letter wasn't originally for me." Alvin raised his chin.
"I got it from Archbishop Daken. He was a little undecided about this matter and wanted to consult my opinion."
"And I...I have signed a transfer order to dispatch an airship unit to assist in the defense of Onsin."
"I called you here today to ask...whether you are willing to come with me, just as a place for recuperation and a long vacation?"
Chapter 9 The Mystery of Inversion
After hearing this, several people in the pavilion were stunned and could not understand what Alvin meant for a moment.
That was Onsayn... the extremely dangerous Worm Plains. She actually thought of going to such a place as a sanatorium or vacation?
Wait, that’s not necessarily nonsense.
Hitzfeld suddenly realized: If the Worm Plains were really as dangerous as described in various legends, firstly, not so many people would know about this place, and secondly, Sarah would not use it to train her troops.
True terror always comes silently, just like the curse of the golem, or the destruction of Nanxinze and Weinport. An evil place like Onsaiyin, which has lasted for more than a hundred years, is not a threat if you stand high enough.
"Don't believe it?" Alvin didn't know that Hitzfeld had already made some considerations, and was still trying to explain to them: "You all know the combat effectiveness of the airship troops without me telling you, right? I won't say more. As long as a few airships stop at the plain behind the fortress and drop bombs directly on that area, no matter how fierce the insect swarm is, it won't be able to get through."
"Secondly, don't think that it's just a simple war fortress... The northwestern branch of the Bro River passes right behind Wengsayin. With water transportation, there are 26 towns of all sizes in the southeast direction of Wengsayin. It can almost be said to be the most prosperous settlement area in the northwest. Going further north or further east, there is no such convenience. A place like this that is both safe and convenient, and you can also enjoy the canyon scenery along the way. What else can it be but a vacation?"
She is absolutely right.
Hitzfeld has completely turned around.
It is indeed easy to understand that we should build the strongest fortress and arrange the most reliable defense in the place that seems most dangerous, so as to turn a large area near the rear into the safest settlement.
The army is not rootless duckweed, especially for an army that needs to be stationed for a long time. No matter how stable the transportation lines are, they are not as good as using local materials.
Perhaps those towns were just places similar to "military towns" at the beginning, where unemployed soldiers would cultivate fields and sow food on their own. As the old, weak, sick and disabled who had completed their service chose to stay, a constant stream of outsiders migrated here in search of safety, and these people multiplied from generation to generation, eventually forming such a scale.
However, this only proves that Onsayin is indeed a place where they can take a vacation, but it cannot explain why Alvin asked them to go there.
Hitzfeld glanced at Sixus, who nodded calmly: "Yes, I have already told His Majesty that you might be carrying the worm curse."
“Your Majesty, you don’t need to worry about me.” Hitzfeld’s brows jumped. “Even if it is a curse, it is very mild. It shouldn’t cause too much trouble to a God Devourer like me…”
"It's not entirely because of this." Alvin shook his head to interrupt her, and turned to look at Xia Yibing: "Imaer."
"Your Majesty." Xia Yibing straightened her back again.
"I have been looking through the case reports you have accumulated since you started working. They include the Golem Curse case in Blackwood City. Hitzfeld also started to make a name for himself at that time."
"Indeed, your majesty."
"If I remember correctly, she appeared suddenly? But she is closely related to the Hitzfeld family that disappeared many years ago?"
