Reflecting on this, she suddenly understood why she became so bold: not only did she agree to give a counter-gift, but she also gave an extra piece of underwear.
To put it bluntly, this behavior is really too dissolute.
Being unrestrained and undisciplined was totally contrary to her character. But it was not because she was expecting something to happen. She now understood that it was because she was afraid - afraid that even that person would leave her.
So rather than being indecent, it's better to say that he's trying to please her...
I took advantage of her love for me, for this body and this appearance, and on this basis I guided and teased her.
It seems that this can deceive reality and make everyone, including myself, ignore what happened before.
"Am I being too mean?"
Staring at the blurry reflection on the water, Hitzfeld whispered in a voice that only he could understand.
"He looks conservative, his personality is conservative, but his actions are seducing her."
"Once. Twice."
"You know she might also be under the influence of the 'Mysterious Lord'."
"…But have you really made up your mind?"
"If she really comes back, would you dare to see her?"
The question seems to have no answer.
The sound was so quiet, even quieter than the air, that not a ripple appeared on the water surface, gradually revealing the girl's clean face.
A sigh.
Then she felt something wet rubbing against her face.
It's Lily.
She forgot to throw away the washed Sheldon, and the dog was still in the bathroom, its fur all wet, coming over to lick and rub her with its tongue.
"Your IQ goes up and down, and I find that really weird."
Hitzfeld forced a smile and reached out to rub its head hard.
"Is it my imagination?"
"You seem to know exactly what happened to me, and I can feel your concern. You are not like a dog at all..."
"Woooo..."
Lily rubbed her head against her gently and nudged her with her nose, which made the girl giggle softly, and the heaviness she had felt before disappeared.
"thank you."
After laughing, Hitzfeld leaned over, hugged Lily, and sniffed hard.
"I was planning to think about something else, but I didn't expect to trap myself..."
"You are also my little bodyguard. Thank you, Lily."
Then she suddenly seemed to remember something and changed the subject: "But your mouth tastes a bit bad."
"As the saying goes, it's better to do it today than today. Everything just happens to be right. Let me brush your teeth for you."
She let go of the big white dog and picked up a large brush from the shelf next to her, the one she usually used to brush shoes.
When I turned around again, the dog was gone.
He retreated directly from the bathtub to the bedroom door and was trying to half-stand up to reach the door handle, obviously wanting to escape quickly.
"I advise you to give up resistance."
Hitzfeld stepped out of the bathtub with a wicked smile and walked towards the dog in the corner.
……
"Ah!"
At the same time, Xia Yibing had just finished reading the reply letter sent from Hitzfell Manor. She sat on the bed with her legs apart, twisting a pair of black stockings in her hands, lost in thought.
"Either there's something wrong with me, or there's something wrong with Aisuen."
She suppressed her urge to sniff, folded her socks, and carefully put them in a small drawer, and began to think about what was going on.
"Some kind of mystery? But how could there be such a rogue mystery..."
"It would be nice if I could see her directly."
"Well, these things are not enough to satisfy you."
Calculating her thoughts, she took the letter back and read it again.
Counting the several small packages that Black Owl sent back, did she mean for me to transform Black Owl and then see her through Black Owl's eyes?
Some hesitation.
Although Heixiao and Xia Yibing don't have a deep relationship, she must be a little averse to rashly using medicine on her pet.
Let's wait and see for a while.
She looked out the window.
Today is Saturday, and after darkness falls, it will enter eternal night. If nothing unexpected happens, the spiritual sea phenomenon will occur in two hours.
She can decide whether to leave on Monday based on the feedback.
Chapter 26 Prelude
Time passed, and Xia Yibing continued to study the reply letter sent by Hitzfeld while eating bread stuffed with raisins.
[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 Howling" 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.]
She focused on this part, frowning and nodding from time to time, not knowing what she was thinking deep down.
"Of course I have considered whether the fish in the Spiritual Sea were transformed from humans, but I certainly haven't thought about the Secret Realm of the God..." Xia Yibing muttered to herself with her head down.
The main difference is that it's a bit big - the secret realm of the God that she knows usually requires very harsh conditions to reach.
For example, like Hitzfell Manor, when the manor was still considered a secret place, the condition for entering it was to step in at the moment of each season change.
How can this be done stably?
There are other legends. The entry conditions for the secret realms of the gods in those legends are either more stringent than this one or require solving some mechanical puzzles. They are so difficult that sometimes she feels that they are really just legends.
As for the "Spiritual Sea" - the "Spiritual Sea" of Dongquan Island, if this can also be considered as the secret realm of the God, its entry conditions are much simpler than other secret realms.
But that may not be a good thing, because those who touch it are in a passive position throughout the process. They cannot decide whether to leave or stay, and the price of peeking into the secret may be losing their own life.
Thinking of the consequence, Xia Yibing looked up at the window, confirmed that the window gaps were tightly closed and locked, and then put it back with caution.
She had no interest in taking risks alone. After all, she was now the director of the Security Bureau, a big shot in the royal capital. It was definitely not her turn to take the lead in this kind of work.
Still worried, she left the bedroom and ran around the whole house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked tightly and nothing could sneak in. Then she went back upstairs to the bedroom, opened the closet, and revealed a black machine hidden inside.
It was a transmitter. It was not big, about the size of a few books stacked together, with a few cables connected to it and a few small remote sensing gadgets tightly glued together.
Xia Yibing took this thing out and placed it at the door of the cabinet. Then she took out a pair of headphones and put them on. She pinched a remote sensor with her fingers and began to vibrate her fingers rhythmically, sending a telegram according to the internal code.
"I have an order!"
On the other side, at the No. 3 observation post on Dongquan Island, Gare Fermod jumped up and called out to his two companions next to him: "Hurry! It won't be long before they come up!"
"Oh!" The two companions were both men, and looked about the same age as him. They quickly followed Gare's instructions and sat down. One of them stared at Gare, while the other looked out through the glass.
The observation post is a tower, which is nearly seven stories high. It is welded with glass on all sides to form a sealed space. The searchlight on the top can be controlled and rotated from the inside.
In addition to receiving telegraph messages, two high-power telescopes are also assembled here. The observers' job is to stand guard here and report any unusual movements that they think are "abnormal" to the main station immediately.
Over there, Gare had already typed the telegram. He took out a piece of paper that smelled of ink from the typewriter and took a look at it. "She wants us to report the real-time situation."
"So what do you mean?" asked the man sitting next to him.
This man's name is Lil, Lil Perez, he comes from an agent family and he will be 3 in 18 months. This job is an internship.
"I didn't see anything unusual." Another person looked out through the telescope. "There's nothing in the town, on the sea, on the beach. I think they're still putting on their shoes."
This person looked older, about 25 or 6 years old. He was Rossi Ian, who had been transferred to the island for garrisoning because of a mistake he made, and there was still one year left in his five-year cycle.
"So do you want me to write this, Rossi?" Gare asked.
"No, no, no, don't do that!" Rossi turned around in horror, "That woman will kill me!"
Gare threw his head back and laughed. Young Lille looked at Gare and then at Rossi. He paused for a second before he realized what was happening and started laughing too.
"You're too scared of her, really... If you've dealt with her up close like I have, you'd know she's a human being too, and she wouldn't lose her temper for no reason."
Gare quickly wrote a few lines on the paper and handed it to Lil, patting him on the shoulder: "Thank you, kid, call her back."
"Oh... just hit me directly?"
"Of course - don't touch that button. The channel is set for you. It would be wrong if you touched it."
After instructing Lille on how to operate this thing specifically, Gare stood up and walked over to the other telescope, squinting his eyes and fiddling with it.
As we can guess from the prefix "No. 3", there are at least two such observation posts on the island.
There are actually 10 of them, and their field of vision almost covers the entire Dongquan Island. Outpost No. 3 is not difficult because they can still see the town within their field of vision. If it is the th or th stations, it is really difficult. When the signal is not good, they can only use campfires for early warning.
"You know, he was lying to you just now..."
While Gare was fiddling with the telescope, Rossi leaned over and spoke to Lille.
"This broken island only has one channel. Anything we send can be received by other outposts..."
"Oh!" Lier suddenly realized, "So the director's order is for everyone?"
"You must remember not to make any mistakes while she is still on this island." Rossi patted his tender face. "That woman's tolerance for mistakes is different from that of ordinary people. Big mistakes may not be a problem, but she will be very angry if you make small mistakes in daily life."
"That's because small daily mistakes are something that can be avoided as long as you concentrate and be careful. I don't think there is any problem here?" Lil asked.
Rossi made a speechless expression, turned around and ignored him.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Xia Yibing sent another telegram, ordering all the outposts to report to her every three minutes.
"I don't understand what she is thinking..."
Rossi held the telescope and turned the chair to move in the space.
"This damn island has been haunted for a long time. Who else is making such a fuss like her?"
"Even when Villefort was still here, he didn't stare at me like that..."
"Want me to open a recording for you, Rosie? I think she'd be happy to give you a few more years..."
"Be a human being, Fermaud! You know I'm counting on that day!"
"6:52," Lille announced. "The next three minutes are almost up."
"There's nothing unusual on the beach," Rossi replied.
"There is nothing unusual in the town." Gare replied.
"There was no one on the street, and nothing to see."
Lear began typing a telegram, sending back a message.
After a while.
"6:54," Lille announced. "The next three minutes are almost up."
"There's nothing unusual in the city," said Gare.
"The beach too—wait?"
Rossi wanted to say that there was nothing unusual, but he suddenly frowned, leaned forward and bent his upper body, staring at the camera with his right eye wide open, his face full of horror.
"What did you see?" Gare glanced at him and turned the telescope in his hand in that direction.
"What did you see... Talking Rosie!"
"Maybe it's an illusion." Rossi put down the telescope and stared blankly.
"I saw a little blue person standing on the beach. It should be a woman... She was wearing a skirt..."
"You even noticed that she was wearing a skirt, and you said it was an illusion?"
"Because the next moment she's gone!" Rosie screamed. "And then she's gone, you know? She's gone!"
