Aman interrupted them.
"But... this thing is more... more... outrageous?"
He hesitated a little, but finally said it under the pressure of these people's eyes.
"That should also be a rumor... a privately fabricated unofficial history..."
"That is to say... there is a saying that Your Majesty is an 'outsider'."
"She comes from an extremely vast and extremely rich... God's Secret Realm."
Chapter 65 Blood Foam
Judging from Aman's expression, he obviously didn't take this statement seriously.
It was similar for Baliu. Ashley didn't even understand what the God's Secret Realm was. The only person at the scene who had a deep understanding of it was Hitzfeld.
She wondered if this "extremely vast and extremely rich secret realm of the Lord God" was her hometown...
"The Secret Realm of the Lord God." After chewing on the word for a while, Hitzfeld looked directly at Aman, "How much does Angelo know about the Secret Realm of the Lord God?"
"'A paradise beyond the mundane world'?" A'man frowned, and spoke in a slightly higher voice. "It is a paradise condensed by ancient gods who distorted the laws of time and space. Of course, it could also be a return of time... That's all I know."
"So its definition is actually very broad?" Hitzfeld grasped the key point. "Whether it is an alien space that exists in reality or a period of time captured, they can all be considered the God's Secret Realm?"
"No!" Aman shook his head. "Why do you want to distinguish them? You have to figure out the time period when you captured them. Doing so will not have any impact on what happened in history. They are all 'different spaces in reality', the difference lies in the content."
That can be understood as a theme park with different contents.
Hitzfeld thought to himself.
It is easy to understand. Of the two types of God's secret realms, the one where Hitzfell Manor is located is the first type. It was created out of thin air and is considered [original].
The secret realm of retrospection formed by capturing the past time is [customization], that is, to copy and depict a theme park about the past. Both are theme parks in essence.
"You know a lot." She looked at A'man differently.
Although the other party was Angelo, who came from a prominent family of God's favor, this person had been wandering outside for so many years, and to be honest, she didn't expect anything at the beginning.
Aman seemed somewhat guilty, and hesitant when faced with the girl's follow-up questioning. It was obvious that he had been robbed of all his resources.
After bidding farewell to the down-and-out prince, Hitzfeld told Miss Mary to go get the baked food. Then he sent Barrieu to take Ashley and Lily to find Rand-Ann.
After all, that little bit of food might only be enough to fill Ashley up. She needed more food, and she also needed a private space to study the new manuscript carefully.
Returning to the carriage dormitory alone, Hitzfeld looked at the stove and sat on the bed to browse the manuscript, drinking a little water every time he turned a page to keep his throat and respiratory tract moisturized.
After reading for a long time, she felt that this memoir was indeed not of much value.
No matter who left it here, its only value here was to make her wonder whether the Sun King was also from Earth.
What else is there?
It couldn't explain the questions that concerned her most - why Left Eye was afraid of Dr. Robot, the secret of the destruction of Hitzfell Manor, and why Ashun Hitzfell crossed the barrier between the two worlds and came back to life.
Yes, now the focus of this case has actually shifted to her.
On the surface, a group of people are still guarding Oman, discussing how to pass on the message and hold on to the last spark of the Plantagenet dynasty; in fact, if there is a chance - that is, if there is a greater degree of certainty of ensuring safety, Hitzfeld wants to confront Dr. Mechanical face to face.
She was a little impatient... On the one hand, she was afraid that the enemy would catch up quickly, and on the other hand, she was eager to learn the mystery of her life from the enemy.
"Whether the Sun King is from Earth or not, she is a figure from thousands of years ago and has limited involvement with me."
She thought so.
The fact that she can come to the Namiia world from the Earth indicates that there may be a time-space tunnel between the two.
Dr. Mechanical has further proved that she is not the "only chosen one", so there is a third and a fourth person besides them... There is nothing surprising about this.
Not intending to focus on this thing anymore, Hitzfeld pinched his brows, stood up, and stretched his stiff legs and feet.
She still remembered the look Baliu gave her before he left. The other party gave her face and did not ask more questions, but she could not always pretend to be confused. She planned to confess to Baliu and tell her the translation content of the undead fragments.
After opening the door, before he took a step out, Hitzfeld suddenly heard a shrill cough.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough cough cough—!!”
It’s Leon.
She frowned.
Even the adjective "harsh" was used, which shows how severe the cough was.
She slowly moved her feet and leaned out, and sure enough, she saw Li Ang curled up in the corridor, his shoulders shaking violently with his coughing.
He deserves it.
She thought so.
So many people reminded him not to smoke if he coughed so badly, but he just wouldn't listen.
If this continues, I might really die from smoke lung disease.
Feeling resentful, Hitzfeld tried to approach Leon as quietly as possible.
Her skills in this regard can be described as poor, far inferior to the quiet work of professional agents.
But the intense coughing sound covered it up, and the curled-up Li Ang didn't notice until she got close to him.
She wanted to scare him.
Suddenly patting him on the back or something... maybe it will make a deeper impression on him and make him stop smoking so much next time.
The hand has already reached out.
It was getting close—she wasn't going to hit it too hard.
Then she saw this scene: the curled up man suddenly turned his body slightly, and bright red liquid dripped from between the fingers of his right hand that was tightly covering his mouth.
Blood?
Hitzfeld glared slightly. She no longer cared to hide it. She deliberately made a friction sound with the soles of her shoes so that Leon could hear it to remind him, and said to him: "When did your illness start--"
“Puwaa ...
Li Ang didn't care about her. He suddenly bent down and spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood from his throat.
It was more than just blood.
The girl saw it clearly: there were some unknown biological tissues mixed in with the blood. They splashed to the ground along with the blood clots, and they were slowly wriggling in the mucus as if they had life.
"you!?"
Hitzfeld stared at Leon's face and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Don't tell them—"
Li Ang raised his left hand, looking like he was giving a warning, but also like he was using it to cover his face.
"..."
"..."
The silence between the two lasted for nearly two minutes before Hitzfeld recovered from the huge shock.
She finally understood why Li Ang's lung disease was so strange.
I don’t cough when I smoke, nor when I eat or drink, but I cough most violently when I do nothing.
That's not a lung disease at all.
But there was something in his lungs...
The thing was craving to eat, craving to be constantly nourished by the smoke.
"There should be a reaction between the Devourers."
After a pause, Hitzfeld whispered, "Why didn't you notice when I threw you out?"
"It's very simple... ahem... because I'm not a God Devourer, but a failed wooden man..."
Li Ang answered while coughing.
"I wanted to be a guy like Darent, but unfortunately, not everyone is as lucky as him."
Hitzfeld fell silent again.
Then she took a step toward Leon.
Another step.
Finally, I leaned over to steady him, then pulled him to an empty room to lie down and rest.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll turn into a monster?"
Leon obediently let the girl find the handkerchief in his pocket and use it to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He asked Hitzfeld in a hoarse voice.
"I don't believe Shadow Lion would allow an agent with the potential to go out of control to go out and do something." Hitzfeld said, "So you probably won't turn into a monster, and even if you do, it won't harm your companions."
"But does your family know that you play like this?"
Then she looked at Li Ang again.
"For a vague reason like 'love'..."
Failed wooden man.
With the story of Baliu as a prelude, Leon's reason for doing this is obvious - he hopes to prolong his life, and then he can marry Baliu-Rome with peace of mind.
"It's normal that you don't understand." The man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly, "Because you have never experienced that feeling firsthand, the kind of touching and warmth that wells up from the bottom of your heart when you are in love."
I just listen to your nonsense.
Hitzfeld poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, asking him to rinse his mouth and wash his hands, then asked, "Is this the surprise you planned to give her?"
"Leon Cornerel still loves Bariu Rom. The reason he avoided her all these years is not because he was timid about this love - why not just tell her the truth?"
"It would be a surprise if it succeeds." Li Ang said softly.
“But now that it fails, that’s a shock.”
"Anyway, it doesn't matter to her whether a male human is 60 or 30 years old. She will gradually forget about this relationship and start a new life. I don't need her to know this. It will only deepen her impression."
"Is it worth it?"
Hitzfeld still didn't quite understand.
If it was a love affair between a human and an elf - if there were elves in this world - or something else across species, she would find it acceptable.
But Baliu is a tree man.
For humans and trees, it is almost impossible for them to enjoy physical pleasure.
So this is pure spiritual love?
This kind of thing...
"I think it's okay~"
Li Ang didn't feel that he had suffered any loss. He put on his playful smile again and spoke familiar words.
"I just don't want her to be a widow at that age."
Chapter 66 The Continuing Nightmare
He picked up the empty cup and smashed it on the man's head, causing him to let out an exaggerated scream of "Ah~". Only then did Hitzfeld feel a little relieved.
"You're just playing with fire." She was now 100% sure that this was entirely Li Ang's own decision. "Life span, inheritance rights...what else are you going to invest in? You're not even going to explain it to her?"
Imagine that the other party can hold a high position in the Security Bureau in his early thirties, at least a small team leader, and he will have no shortage of either ability or network resources.
And his last name is Cornerell, which means he definitely has a bright future.
But in the end, it all ended up like this just for a spiritual love. It seems that the inheritance right is gone, and it sounds like he doesn't have much time left to live. For the woman's mental health, he doesn't intend to tell the truth.
This is simply——
"A licker," Hitzfeld said in a translated tone. "You're just a retard licker, Cornerel."
"What kind of word is that?" Li Ang protested. "What do you mean by licking...what do you mean by licking a dog? I'm so romantic! Shouldn't you be moved to tears by me?"
"What the hell are you crying about!" Hitzfeld wanted to smash his head with an empty cup, and asked him arrogantly: "Does Pusiens know about this?"
"Yes... She actually did the implant surgery for me."
