"Judging from your condition, you don't need it." Hitzfeld ignored him, kicked Lily on the butt who was blocking the door, and stepped back to lock the door.
They finally met Aman.
There was no heating in the room, but the ranger prince looked quite good. Hitzfeld initially thought it was because he had a sweet and soft maid to hold while sleeping, but after they put them in the room, she discovered that Miss Mary and he actually slept separately.
"Actually, I've been through worse conditions than this." A'man knew what she was thinking from the look in her eyes and spread his hands a little: "At least we still have a metal carriage now. I've tried to survive a snowy night without any shelter."
“You are an excellent ranger,” Hitzfell said.
Aman was very happy - it seemed that praising his identity as a ranger could flatter him better than praising his other identity. He enthusiastically took out a few cold pancakes from his bag and invited a few people to make a fire and enjoy them together.
"No, Your Highness." Hitzfeld held his two black silk hands together, "Actually, I have something I want to ask you this time."
"Ask me." A'man said seriously, "If I know, I will tell you."
"Where did you get that scroll of dead spirits?"
This is what she wants to know most now.
According to what Baliu said - of course this is indeed possible - there was only one book "The Ancients" from beginning to end, so the series of plans driven by the Door of Life was itself a trap woven by the Corpse Stitcher.
He deliberately gave the book to the Door of Life and leaked the information about the Hitzfell family to them, deliberately tempting them to have evil thoughts and want to target the people of this family. Then he took the initiative to stay as a guest at the Hitzfell Manor and used his divination-like ability to perfectly predict all the dangers.
Such an enemy was too scary. She didn't even dare to think about whether the corpse-stitcher was Dr. Robotnik.
After all, their weapons are similar, and the name "Dead Bone Ice Needle" easily reminds her of the ice needle that caused Yanke-Temperley's sudden death.
They are equally arrogant, equally... should I say a little neurotic.
Moreover, this retrospective projection can be connected with her nightmare.
When she had that nightmare, she hadn't touched the Necromancer's Page yet. The dream was most likely caused by Left Eye's fear of Dr. Robotnik.
Putting all this together, she could easily deduce the following fact:
[Doctor Mechanical was the corpse-stitcher who planned everything. He eliminated all the extraordinary people who emerged in that era just like he did with other extraordinary people who crossed the line. In the end, he obtained this dead soul fragment from the body of Tit-Ferrum, and then for unknown reasons, he also came to the Namiya world.]
This was a guess that made her feel a little creepy.
On the one hand, the enemy is so strange and terrifying that they face greater pressure.
On the other hand, she was somewhat looking forward to it.
If the speculation is true, then Dr. Mechanical is from Earth like her.
He undoubtedly knew the secret of the destruction of Hitzfell Manor, and she even considered a possibility: the culprit who caused the manor's ruin was Dr. Mechanical.
So why was this fragment of the dead... this manuscript of Tit-Felham intercepted by Oman?
Such an important thing should be kept close to the body. What kind of mission did he take that he had the chance to get this?
This is a serious matter, and it involves the secret of her life experience, so Hitzfeld cannot help but take it seriously.
"Aisun?"
Baliu tilted her head and looked over, her wood-grained face full of surprise.
When she woke up, she saw a parchment scroll next to the girl, but she never thought she could understand it!
I don't understand things...why would you...
"I'll tell you later." The girl raised her hand to stop her, still looking at A'man with sharp eyes.
"Well... there's nothing that can't be said about this matter now."
A'man thought about it briefly and nodded to her: "It was actually a theft mission."
"theft?"
"It's not the kind of theft you understand!"
Feeling that they were inclined to misunderstand, Aman waved his hands repeatedly to explain: "It's that kind of... You know, I've been wandering outside for these years, sometimes even food and clothing became a problem. Of course, I know you will definitely say that I have so many followers, but they don't all follow me. Sometimes I walk too far and get into trouble, and it's impossible for them to appear instantly with supplies to help me."
"So you have to figure it out yourself!" Ashley thought she understood, "Just steal—"
"I prefer to call it 'robbing the rich to give to the poor'."
Aman's face fell.
He already knew how old Ashley was and was not going to get angry with a child.
With his help in explaining, and with the help of Miss Mary who had just woken up, the three of them finally understood what theft meant.
"It's one of those grand theft missions." Bariu nodded. "The missions are usually marked as punishment for the rich and unkind, and the bad things the other party has done are listed. Anonymous orders are allowed, but the drawback is that the bounty is usually pitifully low."
After all, most of those who issue such tasks are local disadvantaged groups. They have been oppressed for many years and have become so humiliated that they simply cannot afford to pay the bounty.
So we can only rely on the conscience of those "chivalrous thieves", and it is obvious that Aman has the spirit of a chivalrous thief.
Next, Aman began to describe the process and details.
"The mission location we received was in the northwest," he recalled. "It was a small woodland town in the northwest, I think it was called Balin Town. They said the mayor was bullying the civilians and doing all kinds of evil. So I decided to take the mission and give it a try."
"Did you do your research beforehand?" Hitzfeld asked.
"Done."
"What's the mayor's name?"
"…I haven't checked it out clearly. Some say it's Dean's, some say it's Tino's, it's all over the place."
"How could this be?"
"Because that place is very poor." Aman frowned. "The location of Balin Town is too bad. It is almost blocked by the forest. There is not much flat land nearby. Transportation is very difficult. Even caravans don't like to go there."
"The only commodity they can export is wood, but it is too difficult to cut down iron pine. The locals live in poverty. I heard that the mayor was able to sit in his position because he paid a large sum of money to the local parish - he bought the position."
Hitzfeld stroked his chin and said nothing more.
"I decided to take the job after I confirmed that this guy deserved it and that there was unlikely to be any changes." Aman continued, "Everything went smoothly at the beginning - a little too smoothly. I didn't alert anyone from the time I sneaked in to get the stuff. Until I escaped, I was a little suspicious that this couldn't be true."
"How did you sneak in?" Baliu asked him.
"Just climb over the wall... and pry open the window to get in."
"No one heard?"
"I didn't see anyone in the house." A'man nodded. "Maybe they just happened to be away."
"Then you found the fragment of the dead spirit among the looted property, and confirmed that the mayor had an affair with Niriku. From then on, you were targeted."
"That's it!"
Barrie turned to look at Hitzfeld.
The question was what she wanted to ask, and as for Baliu's own words, she couldn't see what was wrong with the answers.
Hitzfeld stared at Aman: "What did you find in there?"
"Some gold coins, some gold jewelry, a few deeds, and the manuscript inside."
Aman confessed: "Of course, we can't understand the words on it, but those weird pictures are enough to show that it is not normal."
Hitzfeld said nothing, just stared at him.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Aman was very calm at first, but as time went on, Baliu noticed that his eyes were no longer steady.
"Oh...actually there's one more thing." He coughed and motioned Mary to get him the backpack.
"This is it." He pulled out another roll of parchment and handed it to Hitzfeld.
The girl took it and examined it carefully, and found that although it also looked like a manuscript sample, the handwriting on it was very weird.
For a single letter, the right side often appears lighter, while the left side appears darker, and there are very obvious traces of being traced multiple times by humans on the left side.
"A rubbing copy..." She recognized the reason at a glance.
The trace on the right is faint, because it was originally from rubbings - probably text pressed on a stone slab and rubbed.
However, this kind of rubbing is not clear, and many letters are not fully displayed, which requires manual completion, so there are traces of repair.
This is a manuscript written in ancient Sarai.
With so many people present, Hitzfeld didn't look closely. He looked up at Aman, his thin eyebrows gathered together.
"...Your Highness must make sure you have something important in your hands." Miss Mary couldn't help but help speak up, "This thing can't be more important than that manuscript. You won't be blamed, right?"
"Not really." Hitzfeld glanced at her. "This is understandable behavior."
"As long as you understand." Aman breathed a sigh of relief.
This young detective really put a lot of pressure on him.
It was strange. He had travelled a lot in his life and had met all kinds of people, but the only one who could compare to Hitzfeld in this respect was Queen Sarah.
"Can you understand this thing?" He heard the girl continue to ask questions.
"I know a little bit of ancient Sarai, but I'm not very proficient in it." He gestured, "So I can see that this should be a suicide note... It should have nothing to do with the whole thing, so I didn't take it out."
Hitzfeld fell silent.
Since Aman could read it, there was no need to keep it secret. She began to carefully study this "suicide note".
Memoirs
From the letters that were pieced together, she could roughly recognize the title.
[Don't worry about who I am, the purpose of leaving this article is that I don't want to take a secret to the grave, because it is too precious to me, and I don't think I am worthy of keeping it secret.]
The beginning is very attractive, making people curious about what the secret is.
[As an insider of the Amber Files, I was able to survive until after the catastrophe. Sometimes I feel lucky. But the more I feel grateful and the more I fear, the more I understand how important what I know is. I witnessed everything that the tyrant did after the catastrophe she created. I think it is my duty to record them all, so that future generations will know that the sun in the sky may not be the truth. She may also be a (crossed out trace)——]
"The sun in the sky?"
While Hitzfeld was reading, Bariu was also reading beside him. She couldn't help but repeat the description, "What does the sun in the sky refer to? The goddess of the mechanical sun?"
"I think this is the only possibility," Aman said, "so this thing is actually quite outrageous... It should be a document that those bastards copied after digging up some ruins."
"The author lived in a very long time ago, at least before the 'Cataclysm'." Hitzfeld frowned in thought.
Does the catastrophe here refer to the coming of gray fog?
But it is recorded that it was “created by personal hands”.
If the sun in the sky refers to the Sun King, then the "disaster created by the tyrant himself" should not be the gray fog, right?
After all, she is hostile to the Gray Mist and the Outer Gods, and there is a lot of evidence to prove this.
"What is the Amber File? Does Angelo know?" She looked at Aman.
Aman shook his head.
"What about the catastrophe?" she continued. "It's impossible that Angelo didn't know anything about what happened in prehistoric times?"
"This..." Aman hesitated. "When I was a kid, I liked to flip through picture books when I was playing in the study. Some mythological books seemed to mention that the prehistoric catastrophe refers to the Sun King using the sword to seal the evil demon."
"Isn't it a good thing to seal the evil?" Ashley interrupted, "Why do you say it's a disaster?"
"Because the sword cut the earth apart." Aman spread his hands, "The land plates were pried and moved. The book said that earthquakes and tsunamis broke out afterwards. Ha - it sounds like the truth!"
He deliberately made a joke at the end, but found that apart from Mary who laughed with him, the only one who laughed was the strong girl.
Oh, and you—
Staring at the Sheldon dog lying on the ground, grinning and sticking out its tongue at him, Aman's face began to turn dark again.
Hitzfeld couldn't laugh.
Because she thought of the hypothesis - the huge rift that spanned the map and caused the Bro Canyon to be dislocated was actually cut out by a sword.
It would be fine if it was just groundless, but even the Angelo family's historical records record it like this, so it can't be true, right?
Oh……
She definitely wouldn't believe it if I had told her this a long time ago.
But having experienced the mythical particles, she felt that this might be true.
Baliu didn't laugh either. She had definitely heard of this rumor as well and had just put them together.
"Oh, I also read a description. It may help you analyze this article."
