The smile turned playful.
After all, Hitzfeld also knew that her luck had always been bad.
"Dong dong dong."
There was another knock on the wooden door.
The faces of the three people in the room changed. Hitzfeld pulled out the White Whale, and Sixus's right hand had already reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.
"Don't be impatient." Xia Yibing raised her hand to stop them, still holding the pistol, and walked to the door as before.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother us anymore—"
"Dear Detective, Miss Esoon-Hitzfeld."
A refined and solemn male voice came from outside the door.
"I'm sorry for what happened before... I apologize on behalf of my master, and I sincerely hope that you can accept this invitation."
"Invite?" Xia Yibing immediately asked back, "Where to invite?"
"The County Magistrate's Mansion." said the man.
"I know this request may seem a little strange to you, but..."
"Master said, you will understand after reading this letter."
As soon as he finished speaking, a yellow envelope was stuffed in from the gap under the door.
Then there was the sound of footsteps gradually fading away, and it sounded like they had gone downstairs.
Hitzfeld and Sixus looked at each other and urged the latter: "Pick it up."
"Why don't you go?"
"What do you say?"
Sixus thought that the girl already knew his secret, and the corners of his lips twitched downwards. He walked to the door very unhappily, picked up the letter, and opened it directly.
Before Xia Yibing finished saying "Beware of poisonous fans", she had already opened the letter. The woman opened her mouth and tilted her head helplessly: "Read it...what does it say?"
The people of Tarignan also speak Sara.
Of course, some pronunciations and grammatical habits are not exactly the same, and there are slight changes, but they basically do not affect communication and reading.
"Dear Miss Aisuen Hitzfeld, I have heard some of your deeds and was deeply moved by your talent - and beauty."
When reading the word "beauty", Sixus immediately raised his voice, and the corners of his mouth trembled violently, as if he was about to laugh out loud in the next second.
"…Therefore, I invite you and your companions to visit my house. I swear that I will protect you and never let what happened before happen again."
"The inscription is from Niang-Polis. He says he is the sheriff of Metz... Well, I think you can all guess that."
nonsense.
Xia Yibing looked at her with a dark face.
Who else has the power to invite someone to be a guest at the county magistrate's mansion except the county magistrate?
She was very upset now because she had just reassured the girl that "nothing would happen" and then trouble came knocking on her door.
Although this was not an attack, looking at the wording and tone of the broken letter, she felt that it was even worse than an attack.
"Give me the letter."
Hitzfeld came over and held out his hand.
"Aisun!" Xia Yibing shouted.
"Trust me." The girl glanced at her.
There was tenderness and determination flashing in the single blue eye - this was what Xia Yibing read out herself.
She stopped talking and watched the girl take the letter and read it carefully again.
"This is not a love letter."
Then I heard her give her conclusion.
"What did you say?" Sixus cried.
"It's so obvious - isn't this a courtship?"
"Only on the surface..."
Hitzfeld was too lazy to pay attention to her. She took the letter back to the table, found paper and pen, circled the letters between the lines according to a specific pattern, and rewrote them one by one on the paper.
"There is danger..."
Sixus stood by and helped to identify word by word.
"'Don't alarm' ... 'them' ..."
"'Come'...'Find me'..."
"'I know' ... 'everything' ..."
"...How do you know this code?"
Xia Yibing took a breath and looked at the girl in surprise.
"Eugeni taught me."
Hitzfeld smiled at her.
"This man knows this code, which means he knows Eugenie. I am inclined to believe him for the time being."
"Maybe our friends are hiding there too."
Chapter 25: Under the Dark Sky
It is certainly wrong to judge whether the other party is trustworthy based on a set of "secret codes that are not 100% certain that only Eugenie knows", but Hitzfeld actually has no choice.
Before going downstairs, she specifically told the female sheriff to put her hair in a hat - the common felt hat. In addition, she was wearing long boots and trousers, and a layer of steel plate on her upper body to cover her figure. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that she was a woman.
Then they took their things and went downstairs. When they turned the corner of the stairs, they heard quarrels and struggles coming from below. At this time, Hitzfeld pressed tightly against the woman from the side and ordered her softly: "Hold me...Hold me tighter!"
Xia Yibing had anticipated this when she was asked to change her costume, and naturally she welcomed the request.
"Hmm...!" Hitzfeld let out a light moan. It turned out that the woman not only took the initiative to hug her waist, forcing her to raise her upper body and face, but also took the opportunity to lower her head and cover her lips.
Sixus lowered his hat brim behind him, with a look of disgust on his lips. At this moment, four burly men rushed into the stairs, and when they looked up, they saw this scene.
They didn't see the whole thing. They could only see a petite woman in a felt hat being hugged and kissed by another man in a hat. The short man behind them was probably with them. Hmm... There was a long bulge on the chest of this man's windbreaker, which looked very similar to -
Their experience in the world made them not to meddle in other people's business. They just took a quick look and rushed to the second floor.
"Puff!" Hitzfeld struggled to get out, and said, "While they are at it... hurry up!"
Xia Yibing nodded, and picked her up sideways as she screamed, chanting, "Hang me by the neck, hang me tight!"
After saying that, she released her hand that was holding the girl's back and used it to pick up the large suitcase next to her. Hitzfeld's entire center of gravity quickly shifted to his other left hand inside his knee, and he was forced to do as she said, hugging her neck tightly and hanging on her like a monkey.
Sixus trotted behind, dragging another box, and the three of them quickly crossed the hall and threw a purse on the bar.
"Ding!" The opening of the purse loosened, and several silver dollars fell out, immediately attracting the attention of the bartender and the people around.
At the same time, there was a sound of knocking on the door upstairs. They looked up at the ceiling again, and didn't notice that someone had taken the opportunity to slip away.
"This way!"
As soon as they walked out of the door, the three heard a hurried call from the side. Turning around, they found a thin-faced man with gray hair and a black suit and high boots leaning against a car, who had already opened the door for them.
But doors alone are not enough.
The other party obviously didn't expect their suitcases to be so big. After a moment of hesitation, he opened the car door, rushed forward, and snatched a box from Sixus.
Xixus opened his mouth and watched him throw the box into the back seat with the momentum of "throwing coal into the coal stove". Before he could express his opinion, he turned around and saw Xia Yibing imitating him and replicating the operation with just one hand.
Then they got in the car quickly, with Sixus in the front seat and the two "disguised" lovers squeezed in the back seat... When closing the car door, Hitzfeld deliberately looked upstairs and met the eyes of a man who stuck his head out.
The man looked like a bear.
It’s not about his appearance… although his appearance is actually quite rugged, with a beard on his chin that spreads all the way up to connect with his sideburns, like Lincoln with a replica hairstyle - but saying he looks like a bear mainly refers to his body shape.
His shoulders were nearly four times as wide as Hitzfeld's, and he was probably nearly two meters tall. His figure alone was enough to put people in awe, not to mention his deep-set, perpetually menacing eyes.
Hitzfeld was not afraid of these eyes.
Not only was she not afraid, she aimed the white whale at the chandelier next to his head and shattered its cover with one shot.
The man was forced to raise his hands to protect his face as glass fragments exploded nearby. But he quickly realized who had just shot him, and regardless of the danger, he stuck his head out again, only to see a dark car disappearing around the corner.
"How exciting!"
Inside the car, Sixus threw off his hat, turned around and shouted excitedly to the two people behind him, "This counts as a gunfight, right? How was it? Did you hit him?"
"If you don't want to go without a good night's sleep for several days, you should pray that I didn't hit you," Hitzfeld said lightly.
"Did it hit you?"
"No, I didn't mean to aim at his head."
"Ms. Hitzfeld did the right thing," the old man driving the car interrupted, "You may not know who is looking for you..."
"The Undead Party." Xia Yibing interrupted him.
"He is a member of the Necromancer, for sure... but he is not an ordinary Necromancer." The man shook his head and continued to give the answer: "His name is Mackay Dougli, and he ranks among the top three members of the Necromancer community in Metz County."
Killing him, or even just injuring him, would surely lead to severe retaliation - even hiding in the county governor's mansion would not be immune.
“Tell me who the other three guys are,” Hitzfeld said.
"The other two are Sheriff Kohler and the branch president of the Plague Doctors Association, Fusnan. Dougley is in charge of the idle gangs. The three of them together control the entire Metz's Undead Party..."
The old man introduced them one by one.
"Plague Doctors Association?" Sixus frowned when he heard the name, "Why do you call it that?"
"The full name is 'Tarignan Plague Prevention and Treatment Medical Association', and Plague Doctors Association is the abbreviation."
"Someone from the hospital?"
"In Talignan, any hospital is inseparable from the Plague Doctors' Guild."
"This doesn't sound like a good organization, does it?" Sixus became more and more unhappy. "Why, what will happen to those who are enemies of the Plague Doctors?"
"It's nothing." The man raised his eyebrows. "It's just some necessary surgery. I forgot the scissors inside you."
"This is murder!" Sixus said angrily, "What Plague Doctor Society...are they actually the Deathly Haunted Party?"
"The Plague Doctors Association is indeed an affiliated organization of the Death Party." The man glanced at her and suddenly asked, "Are you a doctor? Are you also from Sarah?"
The people of Tariñon have long been accustomed to this situation. At least there are some differences between the Plague Doctors and pure Necromancers. They would rather offend gangsters than any doctor.
So the only people who would be outraged by this are doctors.
Those doctors who have not lost their conscience.
But Sixus snorted and refused to talk to him anymore.
"Sorry... that's just her personality." Hitzfeld had to speak up to smooth things over.
She suspected that the reason why Sixus seemed a little... rash, or perhaps childish, was mainly because she really didn't care.
She is immortal, and because she is suspected to be an evil species, she has a high resistance to evil spirits. She can even change her form. Even if she encounters any danger, she can just change her face and run away.
Then of course she has nothing to fear and no need to hide her true nature.
Well, this analysis is quite enviable...
"I didn't say it was bad." The man nodded and introduced himself: "Ken Reese... Niang Polis's butler for 13 years."
"Aisun Hitzfell." The girl responded.
"This is Xia Esther, and this is our doctor, Kanna."
Her own identity was exposed, but the others were not, and she certainly couldn't just give out their real names.
Sixus turned around and glared at her fiercely—how dare she use her nickname directly?
"Oh, I've heard of your name for a while..." Butler Reese continued, "There was an opera about you from Sarah, and it was very popular for a while, but they changed your image and changed it to a tall girl with black hair. You also fell in love with a young and handsome gang leader during the investigation."
“……”Now it was Hitzfeld’s turn to look dark.
She almost squeezed out the words through her teeth: "I have to say that the aesthetic level of the locals needs to be improved."
