But she didn't end up doing that.
Looking at the increasingly bright sky, she was looking forward to the arrival of the Black Owl.
Chapter 8: Sleepless Dreams
Ashley left and went on another long journey after breakfast in the morning.
It’s not too far actually - the winter training camp of the Knight Academy in each city is not too far from the urban area, probably only a few dozen kilometers. You have to live and train in the wild and live the life of a savage.
Children who grew up in civilized society might not be able to adapt to this, but Ashley...for her, returning to the wild was like returning home.
So there was nothing to worry about, as Ashley herself said, if she let go of the restrictions and fought for her life, the female instructor might not be the one to escape alive.
Before she left, Hitzfeld handed her something.
It was a dagger, only slightly longer than a dagger, shaped like a sword, with an iron-blue metal handle wrapped in a layer of black leather. Its size and outline were more rugged than those of an ordinary dagger.
"This is not an ordinary weapon." Hitzfeld warned her, "When you encounter troubles that you cannot solve, it may be able to help you do something."
Ashley agreed readily, but she could see that the girl didn't really take it to heart.
It’s not that she doesn’t value it - maybe in Ashley’s eyes its commemorative significance is greater, but the girl still believes more in her own military force.
"I can't help you get rid of the toxins in a short period of time, but I can still help you with this small favor."
Hitzfeld muttered to himself as he watched Ashley go away in the jungle until she disappeared at the end of the road.
"Metal recast with Blue Sleeve Nectar. I hope you won't need it next..."
A shadow fell overhead.
She looked up and saw that it was a large eagle.
Its huge wings created a whirlwind, and the bird of prey landed on the wooden railing of the corridor with ease, holding an unfortunate squirrel in its mouth.
Just standing, this thing is almost half the height of Hitzfeld. Its beak and claws are sharper than knives, and the length of its wings when spread out horizontally is amazing.
This is the black owl, a species of northern sea eagle. Xia Yibing introduced it in detail in her first letter.
This is a pet that the woman captured in the open sea, and now it temporarily serves as her exclusive messenger.
This was not the first time Hitzfeld had dealt with it, and he was well aware that it had a high level of intelligence, almost comparable to the family dog.
So she said directly: "I remember I told you last time that if you want to get a reply from me, then don't hunt squirrel tits in this area."
The black owl tilted its head to look at her, then let go and dropped the squirrel to the ground.
What is the use?
Hitzfeld was speechless.
Its mouth was so powerful that the squirrel had been crushed to death long ago, and what lay there was just a corpse.
Too lazy to care about it, I went into the house to get the package and tied it up with the special rope buckle.
The black owl flew away without making a single sound.
"So cool." Hitzfeld looked into the horizon, watching it fly farther and farther away.
However, this is a journey across the ocean, and carrier pigeons are unable to fly and are at risk of being preyed on the way, so only this large sea eagle is trustworthy.
Thinking about how one day she would have the guy lying on her knees begging her to jerk off, Hitzfeld went back into the house, put on some gloves and got to work.
It is very tiring to take care of such a large mansion by oneself, and dusting alone takes a lot of time.
It was barely time to finish at noon. Hitzfeld used the leftover soup from yesterday to make a bowl of noodles. While eating, he was thinking about whether he should find some help.
Although she said it was a recuperation, she was not staying here to cultivate her body and mind. Her core was the various researches.
It’s not so bad at this stage, because many materials are in short supply, so she doesn’t have to spend a lot of time on research and still has time to take care of the house.
What to do from now on?
I won’t be able to be so leisurely after the materials are delivered. If I don’t clean up, do I have to wait for Ashley to come back and ask her to do it... once a week?
He quickly shook his head.
She thought that kind of life was too shabby.
But who to look for...
This is Hitzfell Manor, her home, and she can hardly trust ordinary servants.
And if, to put it another way, she was willing to recruit help, then she would have no reason to alienate those friends.
She felt that she was not ready yet and that the matter could be put aside for a while.
After finishing her work, she crossed the single-plank bridge during the day.
She deliberately avoided the mansion and did not go in, but there were two warehouses next to the building, which she used as a tool room. They were filled with various hammers and nails, and in addition to materials, there was even a small lathe.
This thing is very easy to operate and any carpentry apprentice can use it. It can be used to bind iron sheets and make some simple parts.
Hitzfeld had spent two weeks modifying it, and now it can wrap bullet skins and fire more than 30 rounds an hour.
The efficiency is very low, but considering that she is the only one operating it and the machine is old, the results are acceptable.
She didn't intend to build an arsenal, she just wanted to use it for experiments.
She stayed in the tool room until 4:30 in the afternoon, and when she came out, her sleeves were still stained with oil.
Putting "preparing work clothes" into her schedule, Hitzfeld went upstairs to take a shower, changed into a long black dress similar to a nun's uniform, put on a mask and went for a walk on the street.
It was almost dusk and the streets were filled with people leaving get off work.
Flo Street was still very busy, and the Bridge Street District had also regained its vitality, a huge difference from when the golem cursed it.
Hitzfeld walked farther this time. She did not cross the bridge, but took a detour to other places and brought back four gray pigeons from the evening market.
If the merchants are not lying, they are all trained homing pigeons.
She couldn't always rely on the Black Owl and the Winter Sparrow to help deliver letters. She had some ideas to convey to Wayne, and it would be much more convenient to have carrier pigeons.
I stomped my feet on the steps of the mansion and felt that the temperature was even damper and colder than in the morning.
Yes...it's been sunny all day today and the snow is melting. It looks like it will be very cold tonight.
I lifted the cage and looked inside. Four gray pigeons were huddled in a corner and shivering. Not even the cooing sound was made.
Hitzfeld felt sorry for them and did not put them in the pigeon house that was specially built in the afternoon. Instead, he carried the cages directly into the house.
"You better be strong."
She said as she took off her mask.
"Normally, I don't like pigeon meat, but if any of you can't make it through the winter..."
"Pfft!"
"..."
Turning around, I saw the big white dog jumping down the stairs with its tail wagging. It walked to the table and licked its mouth while staring at the birdcage.
Hitzfeld stared at the dog for a while, and seeing that it showed no sign of giving up, he walked up and kicked it in the butt.
"Ah!" Lily turned around and shouted.
Then he saw that it was Hitzfeld and lowered his head again.
"Woof! Woo woo~"
"Don't pretend." Hitzfeld grabbed its mouth and shook it up and down. "If I find out that you bully them when you have nothing to do, you won't have dinner that day."
The big white dog didn't dare to move, and let her talk and scold him.
Then Hitzfeld put on his slippers and went upstairs. He looked at the entrance to the stairwell and then at the birdcage on the table, grinning and giving the pigeons a hideous smile.
Dinner was toast and ham.
Hitzfeld cut a piece for Lily as well, then broke off half of the cake from the plate, crushed it into a small dish, and fed it to the four pigeons.
The room was warm, and the pigeons came back to life early, scrambling for food, with flapping wings in the birdcage.
Hitzfeld was afraid that they would get hurt in a fight, so he simply opened the cage door and let them out, wanting to see if they were really as well-trained as described.
After the four pigeons came out, they did not fly far away. Instead, they stood on the dining table to drink water and peck at food.
This behavior is quite well-behaved, but a little dull.
You are homing pigeons. You are so weak in vigilance when facing strangers you just met. Can I really let you run long distances...
Hitzfeld suspected that she had been cheated by the merchant. This behavior did not seem like she had been trained.
Their closeness to me could be explained as "recognizing my master", but they didn't guard against Lily at all, which was really worrying.
But I've already bought it, and it's still a small animal after all, so I might as well just keep it.
Stroking the wings of a pigeon, feeling it rubbing its head against her fingers without knowing why, Hitzfeld smiled helplessly.
Even if she couldn't run long distances, she could deliver the mail to the post office opposite No. 12 Flo Street after some training. This would at least save her the trouble of running back and forth down the mountain, so it wouldn't be a waste of money.
But did I really buy you just to deliver mail?
It was as if another Hitzfeld was asking himself this question.
……
She knows the answer.
……
She just didn't want to admit it.
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Happy New Year~!
Chapter 9: Give Mystery
That night, Hitzfeld unexpectedly suffered from insomnia.
The stage play with intertwined gears was played out over and over again in her nightmares. Sometimes she was a spectator, and sometimes she participated as a puppet. The only thing that never changed was the ending - the gunshot that woke her up.
There was no light in the room, and it was dark. Hitzfeld stretched out his hand into the air and touched a handful of smooth dog hair.
Lily didn't go out during the day, and the bath she took last night was still effective today. The sleepless girl sniffed the dog's hair twice to make sure there was no peculiar smell, and then she put her head back on the pillow.
In her previous life, she always saw foreigners sleeping in the arms of their pets, and she thought these people were really hardworking and could keep their pets clean enough to go to bed with them.
Later, she realized that the reality was not so beautiful: white people all have body odor to a certain extent, and the houses they live in are already filled with accumulated odors. The smell of pets is not obvious under the cover of such smells, and some smells are so strong that the pet's odor can't even be smelled.
The Sara people actually have the same problem, otherwise perfume would not be so popular and the status of perfumers would not be so respected.
But Hitzfeld absolutely could not bear to become this kind of person. She was very glad that neither she nor Xia had body odor, and there was no way she would allow a pet to get on her bed.
You can go up there, but you must clean it thoroughly.
"Ah... so it's not that I don't want to sleep... it's just that my efficiency is really low."
Once again awakened by the sound of gunfire, she put her hands over her eye sockets and used the skin on her arm to feel her eyeballs trembling slightly under her eyelids.
So much time has passed, the sadness and fear have long faded. But the disadvantage of this system is that nightmares will definitely be unforgettable, and she can't help but fantasize... When time goes back to before winter, will she have a chance to save everything?
But she was really very tired, her spirit was like a compressed spring, and she knew that something bad would happen if she didn't relax.
This is why she agreed to Lily.
She also knows her limits. A dog's request can never change anything.
She would be startled awake - then think and recall in the darkness, before falling asleep again under the invasion of sleepiness.
Then I was awakened again - this process repeated over and over again, intermittently until dawn.
When she finally woke up the next day, she found that the sun was already high in the sky.
But she felt sore all over. Although her spirits had improved a little, her body felt as if it had been run over by a huge truck.
Hitzfeld suspected that Lily jumped on her back and played around when she fell asleep, but she had no evidence, and the big white dog looked innocent enough.
Anyway, I live alone now, so why not just be a little lazy today...
With this thought in mind, she continued to lie in bed until 2 . Then she reluctantly crawled to the bathroom, braving the cold to get some water, and soaked her body in the hot tub.
"Oh……"
