"It's okay." Hitzfeld was a little puzzled.
"Not everyone gives me money. If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Even if you make up a story to lie to me, I don't mind."
After all, if you don't charge money, you don't need to be responsible. The series of consequences caused by concealing the facts have nothing to do with her.
Russell moved his lips but said nothing.
Hitzfeld finally figured something out, and she asked him in surprise, "You're not making this up?"
Russell still said nothing.
Hitzfeld looked at his face and then at his exposed mechanical arm, a trace of sympathy appeared on his face, and he turned and went into the kitchen, leaving him alone in the living room in a daze.
"He seems a little too straightforward..."
In the blind spot where the other person couldn't see, the girl stood on tiptoe and whispered to the woman from behind.
"You can't do those things if you're not a fool." Xia Yibing enjoyed this kind of closeness. While cooking, she bent her knees and lowered her height. "Isn't this quite consistent? What are you wondering about?"
It’s strange how such a person can be a “nightingale”.
But the girl would never say such things.
If the concept of "Nightingale" really exists, it would be best if no one mentioned it.
Start the meal.
The dishes are extremely rich. In addition to cheese risotto and beef and lamb chops, there are also milk-filled fried onion rings and wine-flavored chicken pie.
Creamy onion rings are similar to fried onion rings, both are the product of the "bread crumb magic", except that they are stuffed with extra butter.
Wine-flavored chicken pancakes are similar to hand-torn chicken burritos. These dishes are simple to make and Xia Yibing mastered them quickly.
Russell didn't like to talk while eating, but he said "Please give me another bowl" six times in total - using this most simple way to praise the cooking skills.
"thanks for treatment."
Wiping his mouth, the man adjusted his square-framed glasses and took the iced lemonade handed to him by the girl.
"Thank you... I haven't had such a good meal in about six years. You guys are a little too enthusiastic."
"I believe that putting anyone in this position would have to be passionate."
Hitzfeld said with a hint of meaning.
"Because people care about their lives, if possible, they don't mind paying more for a little advice from someone who knows the inside story."
"Are you talking about me?" Russell raised his eyebrows.
"Are you trying to ask what happened in Talignan that could make Sara make such a decision?"
Hitzfeld nodded in response.
Xia Yibing was wearing an apron and collecting plates. She stood there and refused to move.
Eugenie's letter was vague, and she wanted more details.
"What do you know of the history of Talignan?"
Russell pondered for a moment and asked her this.
"Well... I know that Tarignan has a long history like Sarah, but..."
Hitzfeld considered his words: "But they have no heritage?"
inherited.
This is actually a somewhat subjective perception.
For example, in the same area, many civilizations and countries emerged over a thousand years, but can it be said that the later countries had inheritance from the previous generations?
It's not that simple. It's not just the same position or the same name that counts as inheritance. It's mainly about thoughts, culture, social system, etc. - this is the general direction. As for the more detailed divisions, the academic community can argue among themselves.
Just like Sarah.
Sarah descended from Seran and inherited Seran's culture, system and even language.
Modern Sara is related to Ancient Sara (Seranic), and is not technically two separate languages, but anyone can at least scramble to read it on their own if they find the trick.
As for cultural systems...people don't even think that they have had dynasty changes. Sarah is just a variant of the pronunciation of Seran, and these things have not changed.
But Talignan is different.
In the few accounts that Hitzfeld had read, Talignan was always surrounded by chaos and war.
This was the situation before the gray fog descended, and they even fought more fiercely at that time. However, the situation subsided after the gray fog appeared.
Because they have a small population, they don't have the capital to make unnecessary purchases.
The ancient monarchy of Talignant also fell apart in such frequent struggles. So far, it has had a total of 19 masters, and each of them came to power by violently overthrowing the previous monarchy.
"That's why Talignan has a nickname called the Fire Dragon Alliance." Russell nodded in approval.
"After so many generations of changes and reforms, most of what they originally had has long been lost... There are more than two hundred families in the kingdom claiming to have the bloodline of the Dragon God. These people are fighting against each other. In fact, I think they are not real countries. It would be more appropriate to change them to the suffix of alliance."
There was no lack of contempt for foreigners in his words, but as a Saracen, Russell was indeed qualified to do so.
"Then this time..."
"Queen Milanka is in real trouble this time."
Russell took a sip of lemonade and counted on his fingers.
"Now we know what kind of country Talignan is, and we also know how many people within it are coveting the throne and ready to make a move."
"Then you can imagine, if someone discovered the 'Dragon God's Tomb' at this time... and discovered the prophecy and hints about the 'Dragon God's Treasure'... what kind of chaos would they be in?"
I'm afraid that more than 200 families will compete to claim the right of succession...
Hitzfeld finally understood.
No wonder Milanka wanted to seek help from here through Eugenie's channel. Her regime in the country was already unstable, and now she is completely unable to suppress those rebellious ministers and gentry.
There are not enough people and they are about to be drowned and driven off the throne. What dignity and equal status can we talk about?
Just go to the doctor randomly and that's it - Hitzfeld is just one of her backup plans.
And at this point, she finally understood why someone in Sarah wanted her to go.
Dragon God’s Tomb, Dragon God’s Treasure.
Even though it's someone else's, if it's real, who wouldn't be tempted...
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Chapter 17 Honeymoon
After thinking for a while, Hitzfeld asked Russell: "If I agree to go, will Sarah be able to protect us?"
"Usually, detectives are responsible for their own lives..." Russell did not answer the question directly, "But you are indeed more than just a detective... So if you ignore the hidden dangers of broken limbs and disabilities, I can only say that we will do our best."
Xia Yibing frowned as she listened nearby.
But she knew the rules - she was also a professional, and if Russell said they "could do it" he would be lying, and this statement would be more credible.
"So you also have connections in Talignan?" Hitzfeld quickly grasped the key information. He just said "we", right?
"It's not good for you to know too much." Russell pulled out a chair and stood up. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He said, "Today is July 7th. It takes 6 days to take the Evans airship from this outpost base to the Windward Post. It takes 6 days to take the train from the Windward Post to the heart of Talignan. And today - although many people saw me enter this house, it will take 4 days for the news to be transmitted back. It should be at least 15 days before the people of Talignan know that we are going there. You need to give me a reply within 15 days."
"The sooner the better."
"Of course the sooner the better. I can't guarantee that there won't be any accidents on the road. We need to leave time to respond."
"Is it possible... I mean, I happen to know a way to transmit messages regardless of distance. What if your '15-day hypothesis' doesn't exist?"
"There is a chance of that happening, but generally speaking, if the chance is less than 10%, I would write it off as zero."
"You are such a willful fellow, Mr. Igor."
"I still prefer you to call me Mr. Russell."
Since the meal, the expression on Russell's face seemed to have not changed. If it weren't for Sixus's guarantee that only his right arm had been modified, Hitzfeld would really suspect that he was a pure machine.
"If that's all you're worried about, I can answer you now."
After thinking for a while, Hitzfeld caught up with Russell and said, "As long as you allow Director Xiasha-Imaer to work with me, I will agree to wade into this muddy water."
Russell paused, then turned around quickly: "...As far as I can remember, I didn't reveal any information about transferring her away to you."
"I just simply feel that they won't be that nice to me." Hitzfeld said immediately.
Xia Yibing's brows furrowed even deeper. She wanted to say something, but looking at the atmosphere, she had no room to interrupt.
"If that's all you ask." Russell bit his lower lip, speaking as if he was thinking. "You can collect your things now."
The scene changed, and a pile of messy sundries were thrown into the suitcase. A piece of cloth was placed under the suitcase to press down on the bed. Hitzfeld was standing at the table, rummaging through the drawers.
"Aisun." Xia Yibing stood by and folded their clothes very slowly and put them into the box, which could be considered as helping to organize. "I think you agreed a little too hastily."
"Frick has been transferred." Hitzfeld told her something else, "Dalent has also been transferred. What Ethan wrote in the letter shows that he doesn't even know where we are. Do you think this is normal?"
"It's not normal." Xia Yibing admitted.
Of course it was not normal. Although confidentiality was necessary, the fact that they went to Hongtu to handle the case was not kept confidential at the beginning, and many people inside knew about it.
But a lot of people, including Ethan, were unaware of this, which meant that some information must have misled them, making them think that they had gone somewhere else from the Red Soil - or maybe they had never entered the Red Soil in the first place.
No matter which one it is, it shows that the royal family is consciously trying to control her - and the most basic and simple way to control her is to place people around her.
What if she is already surrounded by people?
It’s even simpler - just transfer all the people away.
So if the situation develops normally, some people in the royal family, that is, those who hope to use Hitzfeld to investigate the information of the Dragon God's Tomb, would not allow Xia Yibing to go with her.
If he waited any longer, he would definitely receive a transfer order for the woman. And it wouldn't be too long, maybe tonight.
"I admit that I'm quite surprised that he actually has the power... to agree to such a request without reporting." Xia Yibing nodded, then exhaled to the side: "Forget it... I'll leave it to you."
What she actually wanted to say was that Hitzfeld's actions would likely involve her in the royal family's struggle again.
Yes, that's right, she felt that something might be wrong within the royal family. Because it was obvious that the privileged Mr. Russell was "loyal only to Elwin", and since he represented Elwin and Queen Sarah, any idea that was different from his was dangerous.
Russell didn't show any hostility towards them.
If he doesn't care, then that means Alvin doesn't care either.
But some people have a point. They are afraid of Hitzfeld and want to divide her circle of protection and possibly control her.
This is clearly an external force that intends to go against the monarch of Saray, and they themselves are members of the court - isn't this interpretation dangerous?
Xia Yibing herself was not that afraid. She was just worried about Hitzfeld, worried that the possible transfer order would cause the girl to bear resentment if it failed.
However, before she said it, she thought of the girl's usual character.
Thinking back, she - they - had done similar things before.
So it seems there is nothing to say.
Let her do whatever she wants.
"Xia~"
Soon, she was rewarded: a warm hug from the gray-haired girl.
"Dear Miss Xia." Hitzfeld put one hand on her waist and the other hand on her arm, posing in a dance-like posture, "Just tell me if you feel good or not."
"If you mean refusing the transfer order, that's kind of cool."
"What if that's not what I meant?"
"Oh." Xia Yibing's long eyelashes drooped halfway, her charming eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone sounded a little frivolous: "I am indeed very happy... to have an extra honeymoon trip with Miss Detective."
Got punished—a punch from the detective lady.
"Then what else could you mean?"
Covering the girl's fist with her hand, Xia Yibing pretended not to understand, "You have to explain it clearly - this trick is not in Lilith's etiquette class, right?"
Ah, now she is extremely smart again...
Hitzfeld's gums itched with rage.
The meaning here is very simple. It is nothing more than the newly appointed Director Shadow Lion. She needs some action and needs to do something specific to tell others which side she is on.
