"Yes, Your Majesty..." Tite agreed immediately.
"Then this body..."
"Put this body in the morgue first. I'll need it later."
Hitzfeld saw the madness and covetousness in Tite's eyes, but she didn't expose him because he was still useful.
She waited in the study, and half an hour later, Tite came back and handed over a thick manuscript... no simpler than most historical books.
Even if he is the King of Ghouls, this writing efficiency is too exaggerated.
He must have had a premonition that he would fall, so he left the manuscript in advance to benefit his descendants.
Dispelling Tite, Hitzfeld began to delve into the knowledge.
The extraordinary people on Earth have complicated feelings towards the mysterious. On the one hand, they are fascinated by the powerful power it bestows, but on the other hand, they are afraid of its impact on sanity.
She had no such worries.
Mystery is just an incarnation created by the evil gods. Judging from the results of the earth's extraordinary people coming into contact with mystery, this thing has not even given birth to a sound consciousness.
However, her body contains both the blood of the Sun King and the flesh and blood of the evil god. The status of either of them is much higher than mere mystery.
So she was not afraid of anything at all, but instead thought it was an opportunity.
Tit-Ferham has lived for so long, and the fact that Farrell House has become the underground king of southern England is enough to prove that his knowledge reserves are outstanding among the extraordinary people in the world.
There shouldn't be anyone else who has gone further on this path than him. She can use this opportunity to formally understand the "human desire" route and prepare for what she wants to do next on Claire.
……
Time passed and two days had passed without me noticing.
At noon on the third day, Hitzfeld put down the parchment, rubbed his eyes, and leaned his head to the side in a daze.
"It's not that humans can't be resurrected from the dead."
Accompanied by a cluster of green mist exploding, the doctor came out again.
"The 'Human Desire' route includes a ritual that can introduce mystery into the corpse to stimulate the remaining 'desire and resentment'. In this way, the corpse can be directly upgraded to a 'corpse doll'."
"You came to him to learn this knowledge because you wanted to turn that little girl into a puppet and use her to attract mysterious attention?"
"I wonder how you collect mysterious…"
Hitzfeld, however, directly started another topic.
The gears on the Doctor's face jammed.
“…You guessed it.”
"The total amount of mysteries remains the same, which means we can't kill them all by killing them."
Hitzfeld smiled.
"No matter how many extraordinary people you kill, there will be more and more mysteries in the world, until one day that boundary is broken. Either a monster extraordinary person will emerge to fight against you, or they will attract the evil god."
"But this situation has never happened before, right? Then there is only one possibility - at the end of each round of purge, only one extraordinary person is left, and all the mysteries of the world have been swallowed by him."
"Yes." The doctor admitted directly, "That is my duty, my job."
"I'm really curious." The girl looked at him, "How could a man who is hundreds of years old want to marry a mortal..."
"I'm curious."
The Doctor looked extremely puzzled.
"Your time is so precious, but you have the mind to ask me these?"
It's almost the fourth day, the day that Tite and the Gate of Life had agreed upon.
Shouldn't she be anxious to figure out how to save people?
That kind of pressure is enough to crush anyone, so why is she not nervous at all, as if she is sure she can win?
"When you ask me this kind of question, I can only tell you that she is different," said the doctor.
He doesn't care anyway.
This kind of thing would not affect the secret he was keeping. If Hitzfeld insisted on wasting time, he would satisfy her.
"What's the difference?"
With his head tilted to the side, Hitzfeld flipped through the pages, trying to look slightly interested, but not too interested.
"From what you said before, her name seemed to be Laurel... Laurel-Vera-Hitzfeld?"
But if anyone could get under the table and look, they would see that both of her legs were trembling slightly.
"She goes by a lot of different names."
The doctor looked into the void, and two blue flames flickered slightly.
"I haven't even necessarily seen her true face... She's so smart... The most cunning woman I've ever met."
"You know, because of my work, I have always maintained close communication with the Hitzfeld family. On the one hand, they continuously extract knowledge and teach it to me, and on the other hand, I work for them and help them clean up the pollution."
"My first meeting with her was in that small auditorium, yes, where your body was found."
"We were talking, having a conversation about something on the table. She came in and I hid and I heard her asking her mother: 'Why don't we just fix this once and for all'."
"I thought she was interesting, so I asked her after she left... I could tell the woman was just trying to fool me, and the name she gave me was not the same as mine."
"But the birdcage is destined to hold only canaries. She is an eagle, and those people can't restrain her for too long."
"Time has proven that I was right. I don't need to be impatient, because as she grows up and develops her ambitions, she will inevitably investigate me."
"She's the smartest Hitzfeld."
The doctor used the word 'most' for the second time.
"After taking charge of the manor, she managed everything in perfect order. The conflicts accumulated by the previous generation were easily resolved by her, and the entire Secret Keeper family was unprecedentedly united."
"Why are there conflicts among the Secret Keeper families?"
Hitzfeld asked him.
"Because willpower cannot be inherited." The doctor spread his hands. "It was the first generation of Hitzfeld who made the decision to make the noble sacrifice. The subsequent Hitzfelds are indeed likely to inherit it, but it cannot be inherited through blood after all. As time goes by, some people don't want to do it anymore."
"They are mortals after all," he said softly.
"Even the extraordinary cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death, let alone mortals. The division of the manor is inevitable."
"During this process, there may even be defectors. They are unwilling to know such a secret but can only stay in the manor and die quietly. They also want to touch the mystery and even fantasize about replacing her..."
"I have dealt with quite a few of these people myself."
The doctor stared at the girl and nodded slowly.
"I still remember their wailing and begging before they died. They tried to persuade me... saying that I didn't need to sacrifice so much just for a goddess who refused to show up. I think they had some truth in what they said."
“History is driving it.”
He floated to a row of bookshelves and gently stroked the historical books.
"I have also fantasized about whether I would have an ex... How could immortality really happen... Will there be a day when my spiritual world completely withers and I only think about death? What's the point of doing all this?"
"After all, I am too old... Although my body is young, I have seen too many sunrises and sunsets. My relatives and friends have passed away in the afterglow of the sunset. All I can do is put a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone every year."
"..." Hitzfeld remained silent.
She couldn't experience that state of mind, but she could feel a strong sense of despair if she put herself in their shoes.
Watching relatives and friends grow old, but oneself are not affected by time.
If a mortal gained immortality, he could at least indulge in the secular world and get drunk. But he couldn't, he had to wander around the world, looking for and hunting those rotten pieces of meat.
After living like this for too long, it's normal to start thinking, "What's the point of living?"
If you want to get out of it, you have to humble yourself and experience a relationship again.
"That's when I felt I was really close." The Doctor's voice was still coming.
"I don't want to be emotionally involved with anyone anymore because they're going to die anyway."
“I am the incarnation of a pendulum. I stand in the long river of time and look over hundreds of years. But a pendulum can make anything fly, but it cannot make itself fly.”
"What's the use of that momentary joy? It will eventually be repaid with loneliness."
"Maybe one day I will become a useless person, with only a young body but no desire to move, just like when we want to sleep sometimes it's not because we are tired, but simply because we miss the feeling of sleeping..."
"..."
Hitzfeld clenched his fists.
"Until you met her?"
"Ah."
The doctor nodded.
"Until I met her."
“Her presence is a ray of light.”
"We both think the other is a weirdo, but the difference is that I don't want to get in touch with her, while she has been pestering me since she was a teenager, and she won't back down no matter how coldly I treat her."
"When I was bored, she snuck out to me and ordered me to take her in, otherwise she would have nowhere to sleep."
"When I feel depressed, it is also her... She suddenly appears, takes out flowers and gifts like a magic trick, sits on the sculpture table, kicks her feet and taunts me, blaming me for forgetting my birthday."
"I wanted nothing to do with her, and I'm pretty sure that never changed."
"But one day when I remembered that it was my birthday a long time ago... I found that she was not there, and then I realized that I had long been accustomed to her."
"She was like a lively little deer, leaping into a gray painting."
“…I can’t ignore her.”
His narration was like a poem, taking Hitzfeld back to the history buried by fog and time.
She vaguely saw a little girl with chestnut hair who hid behind statues... and behind steps... and often jumped out at the most unexpected angles, climbing up and down like a monkey.
She vaguely saw the girl grow up, from a petite girl to a slender and graceful girl, and began to immerse herself in the library all day long, constantly enriching her knowledge.
"The Hitzfeld family has made too much sacrifice to keep this secret. I want to find a way... to protect Your Majesty and prevent everyone from getting hurt."
She is indeed lively and vivid.
The yearning for mystery eventually developed into a deep attachment. They got together without telling anyone and secretly had a child.
"I'll draw you all."
She saw the man standing in front of the picture frame, waving his brush, and quickly sketching out a graceful woman.
"unnecessary."
She saw her walk up and kiss his cheek.
"I don't want you to know what I look like... I just don't want me to bring that kind of pain to you again."
"You'd better forget me."
“Forgetting is the best memory.”
Chapter 73: Reversed History
When he came to his senses, what Hitzfeld saw was a ball of green mist approaching with a completely distorted face.
The doctor's facial features were barely discernible, except for two points of cold blue light that shone through the dark gaps, representing his eyes. She couldn't see his mouth and nose... But at this moment, she vaguely imagined a man's gloomy and angry face from those gear structures, and imagined him uttering these words in an extremely complicated tone: "How dare you peek at me...?"
Oh, it seems this is not fantasy but reality...
So that's it, this is the "intertwined reaction produced by spiritual thoughts".
She leaned back slightly to avoid the doctor's subsequent questioning.
"Esun-Hitzfell" is now undoubtedly immersed in "Dr. Mechanic's Nightmare", and their spirits are intertwined with each other. In this process, some memory fragments may escape, and it happens that her left eye... is very good at reading this thing.
"You made up the rules," she said. "'Secret Keeper Duel'? You failed to keep the secret."
"You won't have the chance to see secrets of this magnitude again." The doctor warned her with a gloomy face, "Show me your skills, don't let me lose my patience completely..."
Hitzfeld gave him a long look.
"I will."
