The superposition of two opposite conditions, extreme cold and extreme heat, caused some of the parts to collapse directly.
Hitzfeld had anticipated this, and she added a lid in advance to prevent the material from splashing. Afterwards, she collected all the molten metal and continued to recast, repeating the process.
This is the longest and most laborious step.
She was busy all night, until dawn, but the whole process was not completed.
But the results have begun to show. 41 of the 38 parts have been recast, and only the last few small and relatively delicate parts are still resisting.
Hitzfeld was so absorbed in her work that she didn't even realize it was daybreak. She focused all her attention on this matter, concentrating her thoughts and recasting them tirelessly.
In this process, gradually, mysterious influences began to take effect.
The rules of reality began to take notice of the "Lord of Mystery", and this was the knowledge that was allowed, it was not "innovation" but "discovery".
So there will be no surprises, and the last three parts were recast successfully.
After taking a breath, Hitzfeld didn't take a rest and immediately assembled the finished product into a large-caliber pistol.
It's colder than it used to be.
The metal surface turns completely silver-gray, giving it an icy feeling.
It felt very cold in the hand, but Hitzfeld himself found it quite comfortable to hold.
"Is it daybreak?"
She could already see the daylight outside.
Just in time, she came to the open space outside to bask in the sun, took out three ice blast bullets from her bag and pressed them into the magazine, then held the white whale high into the sky.
The cold gun body gradually heated up and became completely hot.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
Hitzfeld took three steps back and fell to the ground, which offset the recoil caused by the charging.
Judging from this movement alone, the original performance of the White Whale has not been damaged.
The charging ability should come from the material itself, and the forging process or whether it is recast has no effect on it.
"Then it's time to try something new..."
With anticipation, Hitzfeld once again let the white whale bask in the sun, then held the gun in both hands and aimed it at a tree trunk ten steps away.
This time, she summoned the Dead Bone Ice Needle as well and simply placed it inside the muzzle of the gun.
"boom!"
Another loud bang.
A large hole as big as a bowl appeared in the tree trunk at the first moment. Another tree behind the trunk exploded with a cluster of ice crystals and dust. Then, based on the bullet-hit part, that piece of the trunk began to shatter like ice crystals and fell down with a rattling sound.
"boom!"
The noise woke up Lily on the other side of the river. The Sheldon had been lying here guarding for almost the entire night, and after waking up, he continued to bark loudly at that direction.
"The power has increased." Hitzfeld took a breath.
But before she could feel happy, she felt a strong dizziness coming over her out of nowhere.
It's a bit like extreme fatigue, the kind of state you feel when you have been suffering from insomnia for too long and have to go to bed.
"Don't waste time like that next time."
She hurried back to the tool room to put on her clothes, and despite her sleepiness, she turned off the stove, put away the tools, and ran back to the manor villa to rest and sleep.
After using up the accumulated number of magic rings, he fell into a deep sleep.
After waking up, Hitzfeld first felt that someone had crossed the ice needle mark.
"It's Ashley."
She recognized the scent of one of them.
But there were three of them.
Of the other two, one gave her a lifeless feeling, while the other gave her a feeling like a new bud.
"Prusione, and tree rings?"
"What are they doing here?"
Ashley is coming back around this time, but there’s no need for these two people to come, right?
Or did I forget to write more about the new road to them, and they couldn't wait, so they came to ask questions in person?
No matter what, she had to meet the guests. She quickly washed, dressed and went downstairs. As expected, it was these two people.
"It's so rare."
Nian Lun smiled and said, "I thought you were going to lock us out."
"It's been long enough." Hitzfeld shook his head. "I'm not that fragile."
"I'm more surprised that you came here in person," she said, "after all, you've sent so many things... I have to thank you."
Then she saw Nian Lun’s expression change.
"I didn't send you anything."
Annual Rings said.
"I didn't, Hitzfeld."
Chapter 20 In the Afternoon
Walnut was working on a fallen tree outside the tool shed, and when Hitzfeld called him back, he was holding a pile of equally divided firewood in his arms.
"Your Majesty!" When Pinocchio came to the living room and saw Nian Lun sitting on the sofa, he bowed immediately, but not a single piece of the firewood in his arms fell.
"Let me ask you," said Nian Lun in a very stern tone, "During the time you were here, has anyone else come near here?"
"Huh?" Walnut was stunned and quickly shook his head, "Never!"
"You haven't seen any suspicious individuals approaching here, not even a bird or some kind of wild beast?"
"If there is such a thing, then Hu Tao would have reported it to the master long ago." Hu Tao still shook his head, his expression a little dull, "...Your Majesty, can you tell me what happened?"
"It's nothing actually..." Hitzfeld interrupted and repeated what the others had just confirmed.
"Wow! A letter with unknown origin appeared? Aren't those materials sent by Your Majesty?" Hu Tao was shocked after hearing this.
It knew that Hitzfeld went to pick something up yesterday.
It made no suggestion because it also believed that the materials were sent by the tree rings.
"You are also from the library, right?" Ashley, who was sitting next to him, looked a little unhappy. "Have you ever thought of writing a letter to your master to confirm it?"
"Walnut has already recognized Miss Hitzfeld as her master." Pinocchio shook his head repeatedly, "Walnut can't do such a thing."
In its view, that was tantamount to betrayal - while serving its master, it wrote down all the information about the master's encounters in a letter and sent it back to its former organization. To put it bluntly, this was quite bad.
"What should we do now?" Ashley looked at the tree rings and then at the cloaked woman sitting next to her. "Can we find out the origins of those materials?"
"It's difficult." It was Hitzfeld who answered, "If we had started investigating immediately, there might have been some hope. But now..."
That street was located in a downtown area with a heavy flow of people. It was common for shops to be closed in that kind of place. The patrolling police officers had no way of caring whether anyone went to a certain shop to deposit a package. She even suspected that the shop was now deserted.
Finally, it was Pusiangsi who spoke: "Go and bring the things to us."
The girl didn't need to worry about this matter. Walnut volunteered to make up for the mistake and ran to the tool shed to get everything.
"Dragon Blood Tongue Orchid, White-striped Huntsman Spider, Ghost Grass..." Pusians began to identify the ingredients in the small paper bags one by one. After a while, she raised her head, and her face in the shadow was lost in thought.
It is true that they are all controlled materials, especially the dragon's blood tongue orchid and the devil's grass. The former is the lead to many highly toxic medicines, and the latter involves firearms modification, which is an absolutely forbidden area for ordinary people.
But that’s about it - each material is either rare or expensive, but you can’t say there’s anything wrong with the materials themselves - that is, they can be used normally, and no package of materials has been tampered with.
Even this package of materials is not cheap, and its value is close to ten thousand Sera... Which evil person with such a desperate mind would do such a thing?
"Aisun." Year Ring took a deep breath and changed to a more intimate name. "I know that some things have happened during this period... well, things that none of us want to see. I'm sorry for what has happened, because the Wheel of Fortune is also handling some cases. This is not a question of knowing or not... I'm sorry that no one saved your parents back then."
She had indeed deduced this information.
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
However, the inference is indeed not enough. In Nianlun's eyes, that was a tragedy that happened many years ago, and Hitzfeld only obtained this information through Dr. Mechanical.
"But people need to look forward." The tree rings continued, "We cannot go against our ideals in some aspects just because we have suffered such a heavy blow. That would also let down the victims, and they would not be able to rest in peace..."
This was becoming increasingly wrong, and Hitzfeld couldn't help but frown: "You should just say that you suspect I'm colluding with them."
"I do have doubts in this regard, so I want to apologize first." Nian Lun admitted it very straightforwardly.
"I am considered young among the tree people, but I have seen more people and things than you. I have seen too many people who said they wanted revenge, but actually betrayed during their convalescence... and even fell! I don't want to see some of these things happen to you."
"I am concerned about you." She carefully emphasized the rhythm of her words, and glanced at Ashley who was about to speak, "...just as a friend."
"I'm not colluding with anyone." Hitzfeld was also very straightforward. "Why, you don't know my information channels? I haven't had much contact with other people since I was brought to Flo Street. You know this very well."
There were some real contacts. After all, she was both a detective and a funeral director. She had met all kinds of clients before, but that was all done under the witness of the accompanying detective.
It was either Ethan, Darent, Xia Yibing, and sometimes Alfred or Zafira.
In short, she had never had a private relationship with anyone - that word didn't exist for her.
Next, Hitzfeld asked Walnut to go upstairs and bring down the birdcage containing the gray pigeon and the brown owl.
Both of them took over the annual rings to check, but they couldn't find any problems.
"It's not an evil creature in disguise, and it doesn't have any strange smell." Purson commented.
"On the contrary, this pigeon..."
After staring at the gray pigeon for a long time, the cloaked woman looked up, her gaze from the shadows almost fixed on the girl's face.
"I don't know about this." Hitzfeld answered the previous question word by word. "I can swear to it."
"Just deny it." Year Ring breathed a sigh of relief. "If you deny it, we can investigate it as another matter... How about it? Make sure there is nothing wrong with the potion and the bird?"
The latter question was directed at Purcell.
Every profession has its specialties. It is true that the tree people have a long lifespan, but Nian Lun does not like alchemy. She thinks it is too weird to fiddle with various plant corpses, and she will vomit if she does it herself.
"No problem," the cloaked woman said hoarsely.
"Then you don't have to worry about it." Nodding again, Nian Lun looked at Hitzfeld again.
"We'll find out what happened. You can just rest and recover."
"What about these materials?" Hitzfeld was a little nervous.
"You can use it." Pusiangsi interrupted, her voice a little loud, "But what exactly are you going to use it for? Regarding that purpose...Xinlu, you have to write a report and submit it."
“I’ve submitted it.”
“Submit it to whom?”
"Director Imaar."
"That doesn't count."
This time, the two old women shook their heads together.
"Don't think there are things we don't know. Of course, I'm not saying that Xia Sha will protect you, but the transmission of letters to and from Dongquan Island is more troublesome - not everyone is lucky enough to subdue the North Wind Sea Eagle."
"Then don't report it." Hitzfeld stood up.
"No report can be as detailed as the one the person involved can explain to you in person."
"Isn't that why you came here?"
"So, let's eat first."
She cooked herself and showed off her cooking skills, and both guests were full of praise for her invention.
This doesn't necessarily have to be said out loud, like Priscilla, who said almost nothing at the table but probably ate more food than Ashley.
Her revealed height and hands and feet... should have been disguised with wood, right?
Its actual body should be very small and shrunken, and I don’t know how it can have such a big appetite.
And there are annual rings.
