From this perspective, the witch's combat power is no less than that of the Shadow Lion Agent. Unless they have reached the level of a living spirit and can materialize nightmares as weapons, ordinary agents have almost no counter-attack ability against witches.
But how many spiritual-level characters are there in the entire Sara?
Even if we bring in the gold-level Flint Knights, the number is still incomparable.
The number of extraordinary people on Earth has not increased because there is no evil god to help, only a mysterious source with barely awakened consciousness, unable to stop the Secret Keeper faction from strangling and exterminating the "dark knowledge".
When these things cannot spread freely, their numbers naturally grow slowly.
But there are no corpse stitchers in Namibia...
Even if she reluctantly inherited this position, there was something far more terrifying than the mysterious source in the starry sky. She was hesitant to even use knowledge, and could not suppress its spread at all.
[…In summary, I think it is urgent to create a third path, or at least correct some of the flaws of the nightmare path and improve it.]
After writing, she read it again in conjunction with the previous text and nodded, confirming that there were basically no omissions.
"Then the introduction and the reason are almost there... at least enough to get by and prevent them from suspecting that he has any relationship with me."
Exhaling, Hitzfeld turned to the next page, his expression becoming even more serious.
“But how exactly?”
"Do I really have to learn that thing..."
The rash use of "dark knowledge" would attract the attention of the evil god, which restricted her from directly writing down the knowledge and teaching it to others.
This thing - right? The hidden dangers are already very great. The higher the level, the closer to madness and distortion. She doubts that people who have truly passed the sixth level can't even maintain basic sanity.
The evil followers don't care about the cost, they are just a bunch of lunatics.
But that's impossible for Shadow Lion Agent.
Even if the evil god does not pursue them and allows them to go down this path, their end will be very miserable.
Therefore, it is not enough to just teach knowledge directly, and here we have to talk about whitewashing.
"Dark knowledge" can be whitewashed by fully understanding and grasping that knowledge and applying it in reality.
For example, the technique of quickly adding fuel to bullets that she had used before, this part of knowledge was forgotten after she used it.
Its roots were removed from the gray fog and it completely became hers.
And after being cleansed - here we have to mention a method she inherited from the mysterious source.
She had a feeling that she could learn "mysteries" and pass on "the knowledge that truly belongs to her" so that others could become stronger and advance in level by learning this knowledge.
This system is basically the same as the one used by evil followers. The biggest difference is that she herself replaces the "mystery", and she is the one who gives those people the "mysterious feedback".
She wasn't sure if she really had the ability.
"Power...power...where does it come from?"
Taking away the black cover book, she wrote quickly on the manuscript paper.
"Feeding back to the flesh and blood, is this equivalent to a kind of energy transfer? But how does it work? Is it absorbed from the surroundings or directly infused by the mystery itself?"
She didn't know; she hadn't done the experiment yet.
It was too dangerous to experiment on Ashley, and although she wanted to get rid of the metal toxins, it was not too urgent now.
Ashley has just started to accumulate toxins, so there are not many and it will take decades for them to break out.
But she didn't do nothing.
He stopped writing, opened the drawer, took out a thin test tube, and stared at the bright red color inside, lost in thought.
It was Ashley's blood, which she had drawn specifically before the girl fell asleep.
That is to say, if the hidden danger can be solved through the whitewashed knowledge, such as using some potions that burn the internal organs to burn away the toxins...
"The five internal organs medicine...can be fatal if you're not careful."
Shaking his head and looking down at the remaining bottles and jars in the drawer, Hitzfeld felt the arduousness of this task.
"Dark knowledge" is not perfect. In addition to "using" to whiten it, there is another way called "innovation".
Most of those potions were made of materials that could be found on Earth. When the evil followers in the Namiia world were learning them, they must have made some changes to the original materials, replacing most of the materials with those that were unique to this world.
She didn't understand this part of knowledge. If she could figure it out on her own, the new formula would belong to her.
"Fortunately, I know how to make incense, so I already have the basics."
"Let's start with materials that are heat-toxic."
She made a list, got up, cleaned the table, and took out a set of experimental equipment from the cabinet next to it.
The candlelight flickered in the room and the cold wind was blowing outside the window.
The winter of 1986.
It was another sleepless night.
Chapter 7: Reply in the Morning
After working all night, when Hitzfeld was startled by the sound of birds, the sky was already starting to light up.
At the point where night and dawn intersected, she stared at the sky with flickering eyes, and remembered that she had not yet replied to Xia.
The experiment failed.
This was the second experiment so far, and the first time that Ashley's blood sample was used. She was mentally prepared for failure.
[The heating effect of the sunflower is still a little insufficient. Next time, you can try adding the juice of fire grass or blood-red snake orchid...]
She wrote the above sentence at the end of the manuscript paper.
[I don’t have any blood-red snake orchid at home, so I need to find a way to buy it. However, this herb is a controlled substance, or I can ask Xia for help…]
Having written this, she thought for a moment, then turned the page and began writing back to Xia.
[Dear Xia, I am fine:]
[I know that my willfulness during this period has caused a lot of trouble to everyone. I am very sorry, but I want to state that I have not suffered any setbacks. Instead, I have gained something from the last mission and need to hide away to conduct research.]
After writing this sentence, she frowned, thinking that the lie was a bit blatant.
She was not in a good state, and Lily could see it. Who would believe it just by saying so?
Before I met him, I seemed to have told Leon that this was related to the secret of Hitzfell Manor...
Thinking of this, she continued writing: [I am not sure whether Cornerel told you everything that happened, but I guess he did, so you must have guessed that this matter is related to the manor itself. Yes, it involves the secrets kept by the Keeper.]
[Someone once wrote in a book, 'Grief is not about losing hope, but about living with the absent.']
[I experienced this feeling once at 12 Flo Street, and I complained to you about it - even though I knew she was gone, and even when I watched her die, I didn't feel that sad, but when I returned to my daily life, living in the place where we had lived and moved together, touching those books and desks, cabinets and curtains, I couldn't help but imagine... her shadow there.]
[Every time I think of this, the pain gets worse. This may be what they call the effect of contrast, which reminds me all the time that she is gone, gone, her identity information has been cancelled, her bank account has been closed, the clothes she left behind are worn by others, and there is no such person in the world anymore.]
[Of course, I don’t have to mention the lady here… I just want to tell you that I have encountered a similar thing again.]
[When I was a child, I read "Old Things in the South of the City". The protagonist walked through the yard and saw the drooping oleander and said to himself: Dad's flowers have fallen, and I am no longer a child.]
[I used to not understand it. I felt that this paragraph was too sentimental because I had never experienced its foreshadowing - the love our parents had for us.]
[I think some people are just like this. We walk in time, being pushed along, while they accidentally walk outside, and their voices, faces, and smiles are frozen there.]
[I have seen many sentences like this. I didn’t understand it before, but by the time I understood it, it was too late.]
[So I think you can understand what happened to me and what I am struggling with by now.]
Having written this, Hitzfeld stopped writing, reached out to his face and rubbed his brows to relieve the soreness in his eyes.
She was being lyrical but restrained.
Xia Yibing was only slightly worse than her in finding clues. If she could get all the information from Li Ang, combined with the fact that she knew she wanted to find her parents, she would easily guess what happened.
So she didn't mind telling her part of the truth, which meant that half of her plan was destroyed.
But no one can understand the end of the stage.
Maybe everyone will pity her for what she lost in the end, but they will only think that it was the evildoers who killed her relatives when she found out about it.
...rather than that being her father.
Thinking this way, Lengdis had already run away from time.
He disappeared hundreds of years ago and is no longer with us. His identity and accounts have been cancelled, and the only person in the world who knows this name besides her may be Laurel.
[So I also hope you can understand that I will return to live here...]
She continued writing.
[I want to make more assumptions about how he lives here.]
[Although I wasn't there when he died, I didn't even see his face.]
I have finished writing the most difficult part, which can be regarded as an explanation for my abnormal behavior during this period.
The next part went much more smoothly, and she began to use code words to describe what she had gained from the Shadow Poison Needle Case.
[I have intercepted a batch of good stuff. After careful consideration, I have determined that this will have an important impact on our subsequent work.]
[The world is changing, just as time never stops. Those who remain unchanged are destined to perish. If this process cannot be accelerated, it is hard to say which side will eventually dominate this era.]
[I hope Xia can support me. I am doing research and I need Sarah to help me.]
She was unapologetically blunt when she wrote this.
She felt that she deserved it - not to mention how much she had contributed to Sarah and how much she had given, her current research was not for her own pleasure.
If there is an achievement, it will benefit all the extraordinary people and all the agents. It will also be a great thing for Sarah, and her request should be met unconditionally.
She believed that Xia Yibing could understand it, and as for how to talk to her superiors, she also believed that she could handle it.
Then he just read from the script and wrote down a list of all the materials she could think of at this stage, even if they were not temporarily needed, and implicitly suggested at the end that it would be best to get her a discount.
Having written this, she briefly calculated the assets she currently held.
She owns three properties in total: Hitzfeld Manor, 12 Flo Street, and 221 Iris Street.
Selling any of these three properties could fetch a lot of gold seras. The house on Flo Street, which has the worst location, might only fetch a few hundred gold seras, but the house on Iris Street is close to the aristocratic district and is the undisputed center of the royal capital. In addition, it is located at a crossroads and has good commercial value, so it can easily be sold for more than 1000 gold seras.
It may sound a bit too cheap, but real estate is not valuable in this era.
If there are many deaths, there must be no shortage of houses. From time to time, there are centralized auctions of vacant properties in the Qiao Street District, but the transaction rate is less than 50% each time.
In addition, she had a deposit in the bank and a gold shop. The deposit in the gold shop was the inheritance left to her by her wife. All the contracts and cash discounts amounted to 2 Selas, which was definitely a huge sum of money.
The bank account is a current account. The remuneration from some of her past cases, including the salary that Mengcheng gave her every week, which amounted to several thousand li, was also deposited into this account. Currently, it has accumulated 7 li.
Living like this, she has no worries about food and drink.
If Xia Yibing's salary was also taken into account, the two of them could live in any mansion for the rest of their lives.
but--
But this does not take into account the situation of excess consumption.
This amount of money is enough to live an ordinary life. However, the circle of extraordinary people is different from that of ordinary people, and the prices of many precious materials are extremely high.
Take the blood-red snake orchid that she wanted to buy as an example. A fresh, just-picked blood-red snake orchid can be sold for 3000 Sera on the black market.
If she keeps buying like this without considering the discount, she will become a pauper in no time.
She wasn't ready to leave the manor yet, so she had to be careful with her money and try not to spend all the remaining money before she could produce results.
She also believed that Xia Yibing could understand these jargons. They would live together in the future, so she hoped that she would understand that saving money for them would also help herself.
[I saw your photo, you are beautiful...but I'm sorry I can't take a photo for you.]
[I miss you too, Xia. Sometimes I wish I could be there for you in an instant, but I’m not ready yet. I want to rest for a while.]
[As for the gift you want...]
As she wrote this, her breathing began to quicken.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and all sorts of bold thoughts were running through her mind, causing her face to blush unconsciously.
It was a sweet trance.
When she came to her senses, the black stockings and the small clothes rolled inside had been stuffed into a new package and sealed together with the manuscript paper.
Hitzfeld kept reminding himself: It can be taken apart again.
There are plenty of new packages. You can open them and take them out to exchange for gifts.
