However, just as a man who has seen the sun can no longer endure the night, when the beast has tasted the flavor of emotion, it can never go back.
At this point, animality begins to mix with human nature. The awakened emotional heart yearns for civilization and family/love, but is bound by the body of the beast, ultimately leading to a doomed tragedy.
Writing like this (Jonah may only appear as a giant insect), it is impossible for Darent to show mercy. The species are different, and the emotional promises made in the past are no longer meaningful. If he lets it go just because it is Roula, then he would be unworthy of his profession and would be too unprofessional.
But you've already watched it, so you know that this didn't happen. Because I thought about the rhythm, and I felt that if it was really played like this, there would be too many knives at the end.
I used to think that plot was above everything else, but now I feel that it is at least not above rhythm.
Rhythm is also very important... There are already too many things to explain, and forcing more depth may not work well in the end. I carefully evaluated the risks and chose to weaken it and put it in the final "white space".
White space is a good thing. I am glad that I learned Chinese painting when I was young...
In addition: The Lord to whom all things are known and turned is just a reflection engraved by the evil eye. Abu Gesar even only saw a shadow. It is not the "protagonist" of this article. It is just an introduction. And smart readers can basically guess its name.
So that's roughly what happened~
Rub the little angel Hitzfeld and let us start a new journey.
Chapter 1 Change
Hitzfeld recently discovered an unpleasant truth: although her wealth and real estate were increasing, her life was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
She could accept being confined in Wayne Harbor, could accept being confined to 12 Flo Street, and could even accept being locked up in Hitzfeld's old manor because that was at least within the civilized world, but like now - being locked up in a dark dungeon for three months, she really felt like she was going to molder.
"What's that expression on your face?"
Pulling the needle out of her arm, Conte-Sixus glared at her with a dark face, "Do you think all of us are happy to stay in prison with you, or do you think you are so important that we have to build a city deep in the red earth for you?"
She was here too - it wasn't surprising, three months was enough time for her to get here. In fact, this was a direct order from Queen Elwin, she knew better than anyone how terrifying the evil god was... especially something that could make Saint Fili and Saint Jodin make such a sacrifice.
Hitzfeld had heard these people describe some of the Queen's reactions. They didn't actually know much. Judging from the surface, it was hard to tell whether Her Majesty the Queen was happy or angry.
There was more news coming from the church. It was said that many unemployed golden knights suddenly turned to asceticism, and Pope Senar even announced a fast in advance. They should have been shocked.
"I just think you're not a child anymore." Watching Sixus carefully seal the drawn blood into a small bottle, Hitzfeld pressed the wound with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol and said, "You should be able to tell the difference between 'understanding' and 'acceptance'."
“So what you’re saying is that you understand all the scrutiny you’re facing, but you’re really upset about it?”
"I was locked up in the underground city for the entire rainy season." Hitzfeld opened his mouth, his face full of innocence and helplessness, "Just... I just said that I was about to mold, can't I even complain?"
Sixus didn't really want to quarrel with her, and the anger on his face subsided a little: "But don't say these words to anyone. Don't forget how strict the security here is. Those knights have to change guards."
Excluding the possibility that she would also be unlucky and the cause was Hitzfeld, she would agree with this complaint.
It was a whole rainy season... Rainy season, humid, hot underground... Just putting these words together can give people goose bumps. Sixus never thought that one day she would have to spend the Thermidor Festival more than 300 meters underground. She had originally planned to go on vacation to the seaside.
"It's all because of you." Thinking that she would not be able to enjoy the cool sea and the beach this year, the hairy loli gritted her teeth and glared at the girl again, "Why do bad things happen to you wherever you go?"
If possible, I would also like to know the specific reason.
Hitzfeld had been familiar with her for a long time and knew her bad temper. Generally speaking, if you adopt the mole tactic when Conte-Sixus gets angry, that is, if you ignore her, she will calm down after a while. But if you are blind and confront her, it will be like blowing on the fire with your mouth. She will get more and more angry, and it may not end well in the end.
She had seen such a situation before. Last month, due to the hot and humid environment, the refrigerator (literally a refrigerator, not an electrical appliance) that Xixus brought with her lost its function, causing all the blood samples taken for testing some time ago to be scrapped. Because the observation record happened to be at a critical point, Xixus chose to wake her up at night and insisted on getting more materials from her.
As a result, Xia Yibing was extremely irritated, and the two had a huge quarrel in public. It was Sixus who was in the wrong that time. It was probably the first time in a long time that she encountered a situation where someone dared to refute her when she was in the wrong. She was so angry that her head was red and smoking. Hitzfeld was afraid that she would get sick from anger.
This is true, she really suspected that there was something wrong with Sixus's liver. She had been hesitating and wanted to find a chance to ask her.
"I'm sorry about what happened last time."
"Huh?" After a slight pause, Hitzfeld sat up, somewhat suspecting that she had heard it wrong.
"What I meant is, I shouldn't have drawn so much blood from you last time...you know it anyway! Did you hear me!?"
Sixus turned his head to the side, then suddenly glared back fiercely.
Then it quickly turned back, and the exposed tip of the ear was slightly red.
So that's why Hitzfeld can still endure this...
Although this old loli has a bad temper and treats her work like a paranoid, at least she can communicate and knows how to apologize when she does something wrong.
Announcing "accepting the apology" in a serious and solemn manner made Sixus so angry that he jumped up and down again. Hitzfeld returned to his residence happily, and suddenly felt that this kind of life was pretty good.
There is no trouble, no danger. Every day I just eat, drink, check my body and sleep.
A team of chefs was deployed in the underground city, and they built a temporary airship base on the ground. Airships would take off and land here every day, transporting soldiers for garrison, shift changes, and various abundant supplies.
They also assigned her a psychological counseling team... a team of more than fifty dream weavers.
If you want to bask in the sun, you can apply in advance and stay there for two days with a specialist. Then you can do something with Xia from time to time... well, happy things.
To be fair, Sarah was very kind to her. Apart from the temporary loss of freedom and the need to cooperate with the observation here, the minor flaws in the environment were not really a big hardship.
But I still can't accept it.
Standing in front of his residence, a newly built small building, Hitzfeld looked down at the bricks on the ground.
What happened in the Northwest Plains was too important for her to understand all the measures Sarah took against her.
The red soil problem has not been solved yet.
The corrupt blood of the evil god... has been surging with the worms and merging into the entire plain over the years. Just purifying this land is a huge project. It is said that they plan to spend more than 20 years to do this.
Hitzfeld felt that she was quite conscious and should not be so selfish, so there must be other reasons that made her feel this way.
She felt that it was insecurity about the future.
Given the importance of the Nature Orb, Frick's concealment was meaningless. Those people could guess the effect of the artifact by simply calculating Jodin's age before she left, which was why she was kept under such strict guard.
It is not only to prevent the Evil Eye from rioting, but also to prevent the news of the artifact from leaking out.
But they couldn't get it out.
Many people, including Sixus, have tried many methods, but they couldn't even figure out the complete shape of the sphere.
It was stuck inside her.
So if they couldn't get it out, given the importance of this thing, Hitzfeld felt that she might not be able to return to Wayne for another year.
"What are you thinking about?"
Startled by the sound, Hitzfeld jumped away quickly.
Turning around, Xia Yibing was standing there in a black robe. The slit of the robe revealed the curve of her calf wrapped in black stockings.
Hitzfeld looked at her carefully, walked up to her while she was staring at him in confusion, reached out his hand, and pulled the hood of her robe up for her.
"?" Xia Yibing had no idea what she wanted to do and just widened her eyes to express her confusion.
"...like a witch."
"what?"
"If you pull your hair down a little to cover your eyes, you'll look just like the beautiful witch in the storybook."
"I think your butt is itchy..."
Xia Yibing gritted her teeth, held back some thoughts, and pulled the girl to open the door and go into the house.
As soon as I closed the door, a weight pressed down from behind.
Hitzfeld's hands were grabbed, pulled up, and pressed to the sides of her head. She was forced to press her face against the door, feeling her heartbeat against the metal.
The rest of the story happened as usual.
"It's only been two days since we last met..."
Bending down to pick up the broken socks from the ground, Hitzfeld was still breathing slightly, his tone filled with helplessness and resentment.
Being forced over for further development or something... After all, she has been living closely with the other person here for more than three months, so she should have been used to it by now.
She thought she could ignore these things and face them calmly, but she couldn't help feeling shy every time.
Why?
Oh yeah, it does seem a little different.
That restriction has been lifted.
She just didn't expect that this change...or advancement, would be so difficult to adapt to.
Chapter 2 Letter
In terms of relationship, the two had already opened their hearts to each other. That friendship transcended life and death, and was no longer bound by mere morality and reserve.
The last barrier before them was not these hypocritical things that prevented them from crossing the line. It was simply because there was a collar seal on the girl's neck.
In that state, all the blood in Hitzfeld's body would rush to his brain. This was a great stimulation to the tentacles derived from his left eye, and they would try to grow further at this time. If possible, they hoped to break through the seal of the collar and rush directly into her body.
However, with the arrival of the natural orb, this hidden danger was solved.
Hitzfeld was not surprised by this. After all, "Chigran's Natural Sphere" was a divine weapon, and its function included the power of "fusion". It was not surprising that it could do this.
It would be better to say that she was quite happy at the beginning, because she was also very curious - having never experienced that kind of physiological, primitive collision in her two lifetimes, she would of course be curious and want to know its taste.
It's just that she didn't expect, or she underestimated how fierce Xia Yibing would be in this regard.
The first clash happened on the "night" agreed upon with the other party, and even the location did not change, it was still the prison where they had been "interrupted".
Hitzfeld thought that the power he had accumulated in his two lives was enough to suppress the woman to a certain extent, or at least not lose out. However, the facts gave her a blow, and she quickly realized that Xia Yibing had much more time and insights than her in brewing "power". She did back out, but it was obviously too late to say anything at that time.
I should have known that she was not a normal person...
Leaning limply on the sofa, gasping for breath, Hitzfeld tilted his head to watch Xia Yibing walking back and forth in front of him, and began the reflection process that he would do after every defeat.
I certainly have those advantages, but look at Xia... She lost all her family members in her childhood. She endured great fear and stimulation to grow up to be an elite agent. Every time she swung a knife, she would experience that nightmare. Even every night before she met me, she would be awakened by the recurring nightmare...
Such a person can maintain normal appearance, but can you say that she is mentally healthy?
Hitzfeld even suspected that if she had not met him, even if she did not become corrupt, she would become more and more neurotic, and might eventually become a crazy person who was neither good nor evil.
I actually tried to reason with a person like this who was in the stage of liberating his primitive animal nature... Was my brain filled with water at that time?
Shaking his head, Hitzfeld rubbed his temples with his hands, and once again warned himself not to flirt with her when he had nothing to do.
That was the release of the animal nature of a potentially crazy character who had been suppressed for twenty-seven years. What a joke! How could he possibly survive such a wave of attacks?
What's more, Xia has been training in fighting and swordsmanship since he was a child, so there is no chance of a comeback...
Hard to bear.
"I found that I just like seeing you like this."
A face suddenly approached from the side, and the girl was so scared that she shrank back into the sofa in panic.
She... uh, she hadn't put on her clothes yet... Considering the other party's many bad past records, she thought it was very necessary, so she quickly took a pillow from the side and placed it in front of her as a shield.
"I mean—the way you're quiet and thinking."
After teasing her successfully, Xia Yibing smiled like a black rose. She leaned over and kissed the girl on the forehead, then said, "I'll go get some food," and walked away.
"What a nasty guy..." Hitzfeld stared at the back with a grimace, scratched his head, and tightened his arms and thighs so hard that the pillow was deformed.
I used to think this kind of life was acceptable, and a big reason for that was because of Xia.
To put it bluntly, it's all my own fault.
Yes...I...
He closed his eyes, leaned against the pillow and took a deep breath.
Full of the lingering scent of a woman.
I don't hate this treatment...
There is no limit on the quantity or type of supplies, so meals are prepared quickly.
When Hitzfeld returned to the bedroom and casually changed into a pair of white silk stockings, the woman called her to the dining table.
The dishes were rich. Xia Yibing knew that she liked rice, so she prepared black pepper lamb chops with cheese rice. The lamb chops were all boneless, and the most delicate parts were cut out and fried with sauce. The rice was quickly stir-fried in an iron pan until it was hot. Finally, the lamb chops and cheese were placed on the plate layer by layer, and the rice fried rice mixed with sauce was wrapped on top. The high temperature of the rice grains continued to cook the ingredients inside, so that the cheese melted and the lamb chops were more cooked.
Hitzfeld scooped a large spoonful of rice and pulled out a sweet string of cheese. The aroma of rice, the sweet and sour taste of cheese, and the tenderness of lamb chops all exploded at the same time, and paired with the blended black pepper sauce... She really wanted to eat the plate as well.
"how do you feel?"
Seeing Hitzfeld narrowing his eyes and revealing a satisfied look like a little animal, Xia Yibing supported her chin with her right hand, just smiling, without touching the food in front of her.
She is actually not very good at cooking.
During the time she lived alone, she always made do with food - as long as it was edible and could be used to replenish her energy. No one could expect a woman who was awakened by nightmares every day and had poor sleep quality to have the energy to study cooking.
But people change.
