There was a haggard face under the railing.
To be honest, if she didn't know that Darent was a wooden man, just looking at his face, she would think that he had taken some forbidden drugs.
"I'm much better." Darent lay on the cold stone slab, next to an almost empty pot and several plates.
"You don't mind eating spiders," Hitzfeld confirmed.
"We need to praise nature for nurturing some plants that are good at eating meat." Darent's mouth twitched. "I was against it at first, but now I feel better."
"I think you are very hungry."
"You're right."
"Frick asked us to eat something before we took action. Didn't you eat then?"
"I wasn't hungry then."
"Don't make excuses!" Hitzfeld's face darkened, "You know it's not for us to fill our stomachs!!"
“Maybe.” Darent grinned at her. “But when a person is not really hungry and because of some emotional… lows… he just doesn’t want to eat, you can’t blame him for not eating.”
"I shouldn't have let them give you food." Hitzfeld shook his head slowly. "It will take a long time for Wood to starve to death anyway. Maybe it would be better to ask you what you want to eat in three days."
"Don't be like this, dear..."
"What do we usually feed trees and crops?"
"Oh! My dear Esoon Hitzfeld!"
Darent shuddered violently and stared at her from below: "You are so vicious!"
Hitzfeld curled his lips. She didn't believe that this bastard was really scared.
After thinking about it, she took a few steps back and saw that Xia Yibing had picked up the notebook and was studying it carefully.
Then she immediately pulled back, squatted down, pointed her finger at the wooden man, and whispered to him: "Listen, what we are going to talk about next is more private. I can even hide our conversation from Xia."
"What are you talking about?" Darent pretended to be stupid.
"About your depression." The girl stared into his eyes. "Don't say you didn't, you just admitted it yourself!"
“……”Dallent shut up and said no more.
"Since you came to Onsaiyin, you only rode a horse for fun when you entered the red soil. At other times, you were not quite right. Don't you think that others don't notice it?"
Hitzfeld sneered, "Your performance is as obvious as the sun shining in the dark night!"
"You can guess it yourself, but why do you come to me to talk?" Darent turned over and sat up to look at her. "...It's not like you haven't heard me play the violin before."
He was caught playing by the girl in the stable behind the Onsayin Inn.
"But you didn't tell me where the song came from." Hitzfeld snorted.
Seeing that Darent still didn't want to talk, she stood up and glanced in Xia's direction.
"I don't want to say it, but I don't mind letting them lock you up with her."
"Do you want to kill me!?"
Darent's eyes glared sharply.
Facing Hitzfeld, who had small arms and legs, he could remain unmoved.
But if that woman's curiosity was aroused, she would use all means to pry the truth out of him, including but not limited to beating him up a few times.
Although wooden hands and feet are not easy to break, they can still feel pain...
"Then tell me why."
Hitzfeld squatted down again and looked at him threateningly.
"Why Onsin—why only this place!"
"You're annoying, Aisuun..."
Darent's voice became hoarse again.
"It's not nice to force others to tell their secrets. It's very rude..."
"Normally yes, but don't forget that we are on a mission now, and we may not be able to survive for long."
She repeated to Darent the news she had told Xia Yibing, and as expected, he was greatly shocked.
"So the iron book might have been left by the one guarding the seal?" he asked in surprise. "Sos Fortress might be the place guarding the corpse of the evil god? So they built a fortress here for no reason?"
A group of people led by Smail always had doubts about the existence of Sos Fortress.
After all, this location is so remote that even Leah's explanation of "crustal movement" is not convincing.
But if there really is the corpse of the evil god in the northwest plains, or if the fortress was built simply to suppress the corpse of the evil god here, many things can be explained.
"Evil God... Another evil god."
The wooden man stood up and began to pace back and forth in the cell.
To be fair, unless one is extremely helpless, no one is willing to share their saddest things with others.
But if Hitzfeld's speculation is true, then the birth of the monarch worm, the emergence of aesthesia, the unusual movements of the worm nest, and this abnormally large tribe of crawlers, all of these can be linked to the "evil god".
This is no longer a concept.
Each evil god is extremely dangerous... and has the ability to destroy all intelligent species on an entire continent.
In the face of such a threat, it would not be impolite for Hitzfeld to ask him to explain the reason for his abnormal behavior.
She was actually concerned about him.
I’m afraid that he will be affected by his low mood.
"Yes."
he said suddenly.
"It's related to Wengsain, because as you guessed, the person I loved the most died here."
“She’s an opera singer?” Hitzfeld asked.
"Not really, but she dreams of doing this." Mu Ren smiled bitterly, "She once said...she wanted to compose an adventure-themed opera for me, and asked me not to stop her."
"You promised."
"...I regret it too." Darent nodded and let out a breath of frustration.
"It turns out that sometimes you have to be unkind."
"It was because I trusted her too much that I lost everything I once had."
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Chapter 73: A Past Event 2
"I want to know what you think of me," Darent said suddenly. "Be frank. I want to hear the truth."
"A lazy glutton who is used to hiding all his worries behind a frivolous smile." Hitzfeld said bluntly.
"Wow~" Darent frowned and looked at her, "You didn't make those foods willingly?"
"Yes, but I am willing to do it because I have to eat it myself. I am not willing to separate this factor from myself."
"why?"
"Because you eat too much and never pay."
"Don't talk about money!" Darent immediately raised his hand to stop her, "Don't talk about money! Talking about money hurts our feelings!"
Hitzfeld tilted his head, pursed his lips, and put his hands on his hips.
Is there anyone in this world who is more shameless than him?
I'm afraid that even some evil followers would have to admit defeat.
"I don't know... Ahem! You're so concerned about my appetite..." It was rare. Darent felt a little embarrassed. He coughed to cover up the embarrassment and tried to change the subject. "But you don't know the real me."
"What about the real you?" Hitzfeld sneered at him softly, "Before you explored the ruins and contaminated your body? I thought you would be even more extreme than you are now."
"It's not like that." Darent didn't laugh it off this time. He looked at her calmly and said, "It's not like that."
"You may have known me all along as an unlucky guy or a fool." He began to pace in the cell again, "Or a lucky guy who was reborn in 1948 by coincidence, but it's not what you think."
"In 1948, I was forcibly fused with the flesh and blood of the evil god in the ruins. My life is in danger. If I don't get help, I will turn into pure wood within a month."
"Pete Bram," Hitzfeld said. "Dr. Bram of Barwick treated you."
"That's right." Darent nodded. "You may have always thought that I was doing this before that."
"Is not it?"
"No."
"If you are not in this line of work, how did you find and enter the ruins?"
"Hard work, hard work, and a little bit of luck."
Hitzfeld frowned deeply.
She didn't quite understand.
She did think that Darent had been a detective before he was contaminated and turned into a wooden man, because ordinary people usually don't have the courage - even if they do, they don't have the ability to explore the ruins alone.
Combined with the fact that the other party suddenly mentioned this seemingly unrelated thing, she thought of a possibility.
"You were a mortal before? Did you seek death because you lost all your relatives and family members?"
"That's it." Darent stood in the shadows and grinned at her. "But there is a little difference. Some of my elders were still alive at that time. Oh, some of their descendants, some of my nephews and nieces were also alive at that time."
That's just doing something stupid because of losing a loved one.
Hitzfeld guessed silently.
I didn't expect Darente to do such a crazy thing.
"That was in 1916." Mu Ren walked to the bedside and sat down. He could only hear intermittent voices coming from him. "I brought her to Wengsayin in 1926. At that time, we had both experienced great pain... I was attracted by the stability and strictness of Wengsayin and thought that I could live a stable life here."
"It turned out that I was right. From 1916 to 1926, we spent a full 10 years of happy time there."
"Can you imagine that feeling, Aisuen?" He suddenly raised his voice a little, "Every day when you wake up, you look forward to seeing her smiling face... It's like the meaning of your existence. Just thinking about you and her together makes you smile..."
"..." The girl looked to the right a little embarrassedly.
It would be hypocritical to say that I have never had this feeling.
Yes, she did have that feeling towards Xia, but it was not as frequent as Xia felt towards her.
"Did you learn the violin during that time?" she asked Darent.
"It's not me." Darent shook his head. "I can tell you now that before I became a library agent, I was a music teacher."
"So she was influenced by you? She started to know opera from the violin...some instruments, and then developed to fall in love with it?" asked the girl.
Opera is never short of instruments.
The entertainment methods of this era were still very poor, but it also gave birth to many gorgeous musicals. If an opera does not have a sufficiently beautiful and rich score, it can be asserted that it is not up to standard.
Hitzfeld guessed that Darent not only played musical instruments, he might have also worked in the troupe, such as composing music or writing lyrics, or even performing in the troupe.
"I regret not stopping this trend." Darent did not deny, "In the 10 years I have lived here, we have also made some friends in the theater troupe, and then that day was my birthday, and she said she wanted to give me a surprise..."
"But I didn't realize she was planning to... create a short opera with me as the protagonist..."
"They had prepared the scenery and the stage... everything seemed to be going well... but then an accident happened... she missed a step and fell while putting it on the shelf... I found the best doctor for her... but still..."
The wooden man sat on the edge of the bed, his head pressed down hard, his pair of thick and long fingers like dead tree branches tightly crossed together, constantly squeezing and twisting, and he stood on tiptoe nervously.
Hitzfeld didn't bother him.
There was no need for her to speak at this time, just being a listener was enough.
"Huh!" With a sigh, Darent adjusted his mood again: "Anyway, this is it... We lived in peace and comfort in Onsaiyin for 10 years. Ten years later, it was not an evildoer or a nightmare that took her away from me. It was just an ordinary accident."
"So what can I do?" He raised his head and looked into the void.
"If something else killed her, at least I know who to seek revenge on."
"But it was an accident, like fate."
