But he was ultimately unable to save himself. Even if he had not been swallowed up by the sharks and the light-spot tentacles, his body, consciousness, and even his entire existence would have disappeared with the end of the "Spirit Sea".
The whole process of death was silent and soundless, like a blue pantomime. Hitzfeld felt it was extremely weird and terrifying just by imagining it, and she couldn't help but worry about Xia even more.
"No one told me that she was in such a dangerous place..."
However, Xia Yibing was very understanding. She knew that the girl would definitely be worried about her if she was written like this, so she immediately wrote a few words to comfort her under this topic, saying that the spiritual sea here might seem scary, but as long as she locked herself in the house, nothing would happen.
Are those creatures made up of bright blue spots unable to pass through walls?
Hitzfeld thought about it and found that she couldn't remember it.
She didn't remember the spirit sea she saw on the ship, nor whether those fish could penetrate obstacles like ghosts. She only remembered that they seemed to be able to penetrate people... Of course, it could also be said that people were penetrating them.
"Another space?" She stared at the description and pondered for a while, considering the possibility of what the woman described.
Finally, she simply sat down, took out a pen and paper, and started writing back to the other party on the spot.
[Regarding the different space you mentioned, the spiritual sea phenomenon of Dongquan Island may involve a mysterious passage involving different space. I think it is entirely possible.]
[Taking the "Book of Roaring" and "Gray Mist Temple" as examples, and even taking this manor where I am as an example, I believe that the passage does exist, and it may lead to an undiscovered secret realm of the Lord God...]
In a long and eloquent article, Hitzfeld wrote down all the information and suggestions he could think of.
It is indeed very similar to the characteristics of the God's Secret Realm. If that is the passage leading to a secret realm, then all the people who accidentally came into contact with the Spirit Sea and disappeared with the Spirit Sea over the years may not have died on the spot.
But why they never appeared again, and why they did not reappear when the spiritual sea appeared later, she still couldn't figure it out.
Maybe there was some danger on the other side of the passage, and they all died there one after another.
"There is also a possibility..." The girl paused for a moment.
"Those schools of fish are them..."
Yes, if what Frick said was the essence and the truth, then the souls of the victims might have changed completely after their death.
Instead of joining the next spiritual sea in human form, they will transform into fish.
She got goose bumps.
Does Xia know?
She was there when Frick said that, and it would be very easy for her to look up information in her current position. She must know more than me.
She said there wouldn't be any problem, so she must have her reasons...
I hope the virus didn't come down the passage, so that she can come back to Blackwood to see me in two weeks at the latest.
With her face slightly flushed, Hitzfeld calmed her breathing and continued to write, writing down all the information she had obtained about the "evil essence" and mentioned that she hoped to obtain some for experiments.
[Of course, this is based on your own convenience.]
she concluded.
[Hope everything goes well for you...I miss you too.]
That'll be fine.
She completely ignored the strange words at the beginning. She thought it was best not to dwell on the matter too much, otherwise she would be the one who suffered in the end.
"Boom!"
The windows vibrated.
Looking up, she saw an interesting scene - two winter sparrows flapped their wings and pecked at the glass with their beaks, and beside them, the black owl stood proudly like an iron-blooded instructor.
You are addicted to bullying, right?
You made them specially for me to see, does that mean you would have eaten them directly without my instruction?
Hitzfeld was so amused by the silly bird that she opened the window and two winter sparrows immediately fled in, first flying onto her shoulders and then hiding in her hair.
A little itchy.
Then a feeling of joy arose - because the two little animals actually trusted her so much, this was the touching feeling that came with being entrusted with trust.
But she soon calmed down, because she knew that it was not because of her high charm, but because the will of the living beings was distorted.
"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
She hugged her chest and looked at the black owl, thinking that it would also like to come in and sit.
Black Owl ignored her and shouted to the person next to him.
Hurala!
Before Hitzfeld could react, a gray pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the house, almost making an emergency landing on her head.
Oh……
She reacted.
This is the one sent to Annual Ring...
It's just a little later than Black Owl, and the round trip from Wayne is faster, so the time is about the same.
She walked over, intending to catch the pigeon to check the reply from the tree rings.
"Gah——!"
But the cry of the black owl was heard again behind him.
Hitzfeld suddenly had an ominous premonition and bent down reflexively, feeling a gust of wind passing over him.
Then there was a loud bang.
She looked up and saw a brown owl, also with cylinders on its legs, banging against her bedroom door.
Chapter 18 The Possibility of Meeting
An owl delivering a letter... this fantasy scenario actually happened right before my eyes.
Theoretically, this thing seems to be very suitable for delivering letters. I don’t know who can tame an owl to serve as a postman.
Hitzfeld calculated that the owl and the gray pigeon arrived almost at the same time, and she had a guess in her mind about the culprit.
The fat pigeon had stood up on its own and was hopping around on the floor, looking for something to peck at. Hitzfeld ignored it and went to the door, where he bent down and picked up the dazed owl from the ground.
This bird is not big, it is two sizes smaller than the black owl, and it looks very cute, which really makes it unworthy of the title of bird of prey.
Being held gently in his arms and using his fingers to gently comb the feathers on his belly, the owl arched its back slightly and made a comfortable cry.
Hitzfeld took the opportunity to dismantle the cylinder and placed it on the desk to rest, then walked over, grabbed the gray pigeon and did the same thing to it.
When she caught it, she clearly felt that the pigeon was a little thinner and not as fat as when she first bought it.
She gathered her hair to drive away the two winter sparrows, then walked over to close the window.
"..." As a result, when Black Owl saw that she was going to do this, he strode in directly. He was very familiar with her and drank water directly from her cup.
Do whatever you like.
Hitzfeld ignored these stupid birds, put both cylinders in his hands, and decided to look at the gray pigeon's first.
As expected, this is a reply from the tree rings.
The leader of the Tree People was very sincere. She first sincerely apologized to the girl and said... Although she had long seen that there was a problem with the seal of the collar, if she rashly said such a thing out loud, the impact might be even greater.
[I hope that time can smooth out all wrinkles, just like time washes away suffering and leaves growth rings in our bodies... But it seems that this is just wishful thinking. Some saplings are special. They grow faster than expected and can already stand on their own.]
Is this a different way of praising me?
The corners of Hitzfeld's mouth curled up. She would not let go of Nian Lun's crime of concealing the truth just because of a few compliments.
[As for what happened, your Shadow Lions also sent me a report. After reading it, I can roughly guess what happened. I know it may be too late to say this now, but I still want to say: If you don’t want your parents to die unjustly and don’t want their sacrifice to be in vain, then you can try to imagine returning after the recuperation is over, and be with us, and we will help you complete your revenge.]
[To some extent, the nature of the library is very similar to that of the Red Rose. It's just that they are more responsible for the royal family, and they mostly take on major cases. Of course, the library also takes on many major cases, but you have met Maps-Dalent, you should know that there are also many people with non-official backgrounds here, and most of them have similar experiences as you.]
[The power of one person is insignificant, even if that person is called Aisuen Hitzfeld, even if she has the eyes of God.]
[Have a good rest.]
[But remember, there are a lot of people who care about you.]
Annual rings are annual rings after all. She really couldn't feel resentful about this tone that was half elder and half friend.
Later in the text it said that many of the materials she asked about were too dangerous, and the Tree People could help collect some of them, but she needed to write another letter with details about the extraordinary experiments and new paths.
[This matter involves too much, my suggestion is to find someone to talk to you in person.] The tone of voice reveals the uneasiness of Nian Ling.
[Besides, this is not my area of expertise. You'd better send a letter to the Dream Corridor, or call me directly.]
[As for how to make the phone call... You should have received the generator specially adjusted by Bodrak. I asked them to connect a line to your place. It will arrive in the next two days. Remember to sign for it.]
The attitude and information are very clear, and communicating with smart people saves effort.
Hitzfeld read the letter again to make sure there were no omissions, then opened the second cylinder and found only one address on the letter paper: No. 72 Nandou Street.
What the hell?
She put the two pieces of paper together and compared them, frowned, and suspected that this was something the tree rings had sent her.
This should be the case. After all, the gray pigeon is not a black owl and cannot carry a heavy package.
She glanced at the black owl. The big silly bird was also looking at her.
Hitzfeld walked over, sealed the reply letter and tied it to the dog, then opened the window, indicating that it could roll away.
As a result, the silly bird didn't leave, but came closer and rubbed her waist.
What the hell?
Hitzfeld was frightened and quickly took a step back, continuing to stare at it, while the other four birds stood by and watched in a daze.
Could it be... Xia's hint?
After thinking for a while, she opened the envelope, bit her lip, suppressed her shyness and took off her pantyhose, then put them back into the package and tied it up for Black Owl.
The black owl couldn't stand it anymore. It clucked, walked to her teacup, and knocked hard on the rim of the cup with its beak.
“……”Want to eat?
Hitzfeld finally understood, and she fled the room in embarrassment, returning a moment later with a basket.
Inside was a large piece of raw meat, a pot of water, several large bowls and plates, and a small bag for grain.
After taking out everything except the raw meat, the black owl flew to the side without any hesitation and stretched its head to tear the meat from the basket.
It was extremely hungry, so it pulled out a large piece of meat and swallowed it in a few bites, enjoying each bite very deliciously.
Seeing this, the owl couldn't help it and tentatively flew to the side of the basket.
The black owl pulled out a piece of meat and turned to look at it.
The owl stared at it for a while, then took a step forward.
The black owl poked its head out.
The owl backed away quickly.
"Why are you bullying it?"
Hitzfeld slapped Black Owl on the head.
"Isn't this much meat enough for you? Give it some!"
"Ga!" The Borean Sea Eagle protested. It felt very embarrassed.
The piece of meat fell out of the owl's mouth and was quickly picked up by the owl. It flew to the chair and started to eat it.
Two winter sparrows and a gray pigeon were lying on bags of grain and eating them with relish. There were also bowls and dishes next to them for them to drink water and take a bath - every bird was taken care of.
"Should I turn you into my eyes too..."
Hitzfeld stared at the chirping winter sparrows, hesitating.
Naturally, everyone likes cute things. Whether compared with an owl or a gray-haired pigeon, the image of the winter sparrow is much better.
But she always felt that this was a deception and felt a little guilty about this behavior.
When the gray pigeon heard this, its eyes widened and it cried out in dissatisfaction.
"You don't count."
Hitzfeld touched it.
"Your original identity was food. You're lucky to be alive."
