"What really made them let go and let us 'take over' you is nothing else but this so-called key of fate."
"The key of destiny is not a physical object, but a special qualification."
"For a person with this qualification, his property, residence, and life will be out of the control of secular monarchy. As long as he does not break the law or offend the gods, he is his own sole master."
"..."
"..."
There was silence for more than ten seconds.
"Don't you want to express your thoughts?"
Darent was shocked.
No, this is something he envies!
Are you just so calm and indifferent?
“It’s useful, but not very useful.”
Hitzfeld wanted to laugh.
What else is he the only master of...
It sounds good, but don’t we still have to follow the premise?
Don't break the law.
Do not offend God.
Who sets this standard?
What is a crime?
What does it mean to not commit a crime?
To put it bluntly, this thing is just a consolation prize.
If she guessed correctly, most of the keys of destiny were awarded to those who had passed away and made outstanding contributions.
They - or those who have inherited this privilege from their estate - enjoy it not because they are entitled to it, not because it is sacred.
But it is because those who died have sacrificed and dedicated themselves.
And the organization that grants this qualification is the Wheel of Fortune, nothing more.
Of course, she wasn't dismissive.
Because she had the key of destiny, she was able to inherit three properties including Hitzfell Manor.
Among them, she gave the key to No. 221 Iris Street to Alfred, asking him to take care of it and clean it when he has time.
She currently lives alone at 12 Flo Street and has no intention of moving to the capital in the short term.
There were only the ruins of Hitzfell Manor, and she had no idea what to do with them.
And now the Wheel of Fortune has helped her solve this problem to a certain extent.
clean up.
Refurbishment.
Repair wall cracks.
Set up obstacles around the White Mist River.
Everywhere you look, the hall is still filled with an old atmosphere.
But as long as the renovation continues and water and electricity are connected to every part of the house, it will soon wake up from time and regain new life.
And all this is thanks to Walnut.
It said that it was sent to this place more than 20 days ago.
As a housekeeper - and a repairman, I worked day and night and finally achieved this effect.
A bit exaggerated to be honest.
Even if the doll doesn't need to sleep like her, can one person repair it in twenty days?
Just as he was about to continue asking Darent, Hitzfeld saw the doll in a little dress squatting down beside him, cautiously stretching out his fingers to touch the flame.
"Don't want to die!?"
Pull it open quickly.
"This is fire! Don't get close to it anymore! Got it?"
"Uh-huh!!"
The walnut-headed man nodded his head, and his lips were curled up to the sides.
"..."
Hitzfeld didn't know why it was always so happy.
"The wood carving in the cemetery."
"Ok?"
"Those flowers... and the wreath, did you get them too?"
"It's me~"
Walnut jumped up excitedly.
"That doll smells really good!"
"I thought it would be too pitiful to just leave it there, so I brought flowers from far away~"
"Why, Master doesn't like it?"
"...No." Hitzfeld could only smile.
"I love so much."
After chatting about other things for a while and eating the dry bread stored in the car, they decided to rest for the night.
Darent brought her here and even asked her to experience staying overnight here, just to tell her about the Wheel of Fortune.
And let her understand that Hitzfell Manor is now under the surveillance of the Wheel of Fortune.
"Keep your voice down when you turn the pages of the book."
Darent lay down in the corner and wrapped himself in a blanket.
"Not everyone can go without sleep like you."
"When are we going to Barvik?"
Hitzfeld sat by the fireplace, with books and notebooks on his knees.
"The procedures on our side are basically complete. If you want, you can notify Mr. Gebrina to prepare to leave tomorrow."
……
This is a really weird guy.
Ten minutes later, Hitzfeld thought so as he listened to the faint snoring coming from the corner.
Like Xia Yibing, he had no wariness towards her. Even though they had only known each other for a short time, he could fall asleep in front of her without any worries.
Although Walnut is on duty at night, as a special agent who deals with evil and strange things all day long, is this kind of vigilance really not a big deal?
and……
Lifting his hips slightly, he pulled the chair closer to the fireplace with both hands, and stared at the corner with a frown.
This bastard is really not afraid of the cold...
Chapter 8 Assistants and Detectives
The next day, Saturday, Hitzfeld received Gebrina with a red nose and told him that they could leave today.
Gebrina was very happy, but before leaving, he still asked a question with great hesitation.
"Could you please tell me how you knew..."
"How do you know which way you came?"
"Yes, that's it!"
Gebrina nodded with a confused look on his face.
With the calming incense given by the girl, he temporarily got rid of the nightmare. But this problem became a new problem, which he had been puzzled for the past two days.
"Because that kind of black mud is only found on that road in winter."
Hitzfeld sighed.
"Maybe you didn't notice... Yes, because the temperature outside is very low, the dirt on the soles of your shoes will harden and freeze after stepping on the snow, so it doesn't look that obvious. But the shoe prints you left on my floor are still too straightforward."
"Of course, there was black mud everywhere. But I said it was 'winter'. In winter, mud in other places is either covered by snow or frozen hard, so it won't stick to shoes so easily. Only Chunshui Street, where the dock and the factory area meet, is full of workers' dormitories, and there is a row of bathhouses on both sides of the road. There is always flowing water overflowing to the roadside, so if you walk there, you will of course step on soft mud."
"Ah, it's not so magical when you look at it this way..."
"Yes, so that's why I didn't want to explain a few times before. Okay, Mr. Gebrina, go back and pack up. The train leaves at 4 pm. You must come to see me before 1 pm. Don't be late."
After sending Gebrina away, Hitzfeld began to pack his luggage for the trip.
It was still the same suitcase, but this time she brought more things.
After all, considering that it is a mountainous area, logistics are inconvenient. It is more troublesome to take care of a woman's body, so you have to carry it with you just in case.
bullet.
perfume.
book.
notebook.
A few pens filled with ink.
More clothes.
Three pairs of shoes.
Two bars of soap.
cash.
There are also some incense-making materials that she has been researching during this period.
Stuff everything into the box, press it in, cover it and lock it.
She smoothed her hair in front of the mirror, revealing a fair and pretty face with two eyes of different colors, one yellow and one blue.
With a sigh and a slight shake of his head at himself inside, Hitzfeld put the blindfold back on and gave up the idea of tying his hair into a ponytail.
It’s cold in winter, so letting your hair down helps keep warm.
She wasn't some freak like Darent who could be fine lying under a blanket all night in this weather.
There were other people helping to monitor the manor and the house, so she no longer worried about anything. She checked the last holster, the Plank safety, and put some change in her cuff pocket, then pulled the box downstairs.
The clock shows 12:40.
At the door, Darent and Gebrina were already waiting.
The former glared at the girl in annoyance, while the latter looked at her expectantly, not really understanding what was going on.
Of course.
Hitzfeld wanted to laugh.
Regarding Darent's identity, in order to give Gebrina a "preconceived" impression, Hitzfeld stated in advance that she would bring an assistant with her on this trip.
One can imagine what these two people will talk about when they meet.
Of course Darent would be unhappy.
"How could you tell him I was an assistant?"
At the train station, while waiting in line, Darent squeezed up to the girl and stared at her with some viciousness.
