"I'm fine." Hitzfeld came to his senses, and his blue eyes regained their composure.
"Go get me some hot water. I want to wash my face again."
"OK……"
"Also, when you're done with this, go to the sink. There's a bar of soap wrapped twice in a towel in the cabinet below. Use that to wash your hands, and then go upstairs and bring me the birdcage."
"Ok!"
She had her own idea, and Walnut was cheered up.
After he left, Hitzfeld did not remain in a daze any longer. Instead, he quickly took out a few new sheets of manuscript paper from the side and began to write replies to different editors one by one.
[Dear Professor Paul Drak, I am honored to receive your letter, but I do not think I am qualified to give advice on physics, especially applied physics...]
She wrote very quickly, as if the mysterious master's cursive writing just now had also influenced her. Lines of letters were connected by the pen and stretched out on the manuscript paper, majestic and elegant, with a strange beauty.
After writing the reply to Professor Mengcheng, Hu Tao came back with hot water. She washed her face and drafted another one about the tree rings.
[…I have thought a lot and think it is unwise to start this experiment rashly at this stage. The experimental procedures should be stopped at the animal experiment stage, including the boiling blood potion. I apply for a week to investigate the possible hidden dangers.]
There was almost no study of the wording, and all written expressions were done in one go.
A total of three letters were written. The last one was to the Dream Corridor, asking Pusians for the improved formula of the new nourishing incense, and vaguely mentioned that this thing would be "very useful" to her.
Because she wrote so quickly, Hu Tao came down from the next floor when she was checking it.
She brought back several wire cages, which contained five birds in total: a gray pigeon, a brown owl, a white eagle, and a winter sparrow. Two winter sparrows were trying to hit the cages, showing very strong personalities.
This was very different from how they had behaved in the beginning, but Hitzfeld knew it was normal—it was how a bird like the Winter Sparrow should behave.
"It's hard for you."
Grabbing the cage of the winter sparrows, Hitzfeld opened the window and let the pair of birds out.
Then she looked at the three remaining birds, her eyes moving back and forth among them.
Finally it fell on the white mountain eagle.
Chapter 41 Original Sin
In the morning, Hitzfeld marked his book and finished his reading and writing work for the night.
Several experimental projects have been temporarily suspended. She is no longer studying these things. Yesterday she read all night long just two biographies of travelers.
They were all old books, describing the landscape and humanities of the land before the gray fog descended. Hitzfeld read them as storybooks without any thoughts, and it felt quite interesting.
"Bang bang bang!" There was a flapping sound from the side.
She turned her head and saw two cages standing nearby.
There was a gray pigeon squatting in a cage, as quiet as a chicken.
In the other cage was the gray-spotted owl, also known as the half-moon-eyed owl, which was the cause of the banging noise.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Seeing her turn her head to look at her, the owl not only became restless but even more manic. It continued to bang the cage hard. Only the gray pigeon huddled aside and looked at it worriedly.
Hitzfeld put down everything he was doing, stood up with his legs together, walked in front of it, and squatted down little by little.
"You want to go out?" She stared into the owl's half-moon eyes.
The darker the environment, the brighter these eyes appear.
Both cages were placed in a dark corner. She felt like she was staring at a lump of coal, but this lump of coal had two big, lively eyes on its head.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The owl responded with a bang, and then called out to her, "Cuckoo!"
"I won't let you out." Hitzfeld said calmly, looking at the gray pigeon. "One of you signed a contract with me, and the other signed a contract with it. I won't use any of you until I find a way to completely control it and destroy it."
"Bang bang bang bang!" The owl screamed angrily, banged the cage one last time, turned around and ignored her.
Sure enough, this thing also signed a contract with me.
Hitzfeld's lips curled down.
She had long had a hunch that the intelligence displayed by the gray owl was a little unusual.
It will hide its shortcomings.
Whether it's the silly look when he bumped into an obstacle when you first met him, or the fact that he always sleeps and ignores people on weekdays, these are probably all fake.
But in fact, it knows a lot. It knows very well that its master is not itself but the mysterious master who resides in this body. So it is waiting, waiting for the right time for the mysterious master to give it the real mission.
This had nothing to do with Hitzfeld for the time being. Anyway, she had made up her mind that before she thoroughly investigated the relationship between the mysterious master and herself, she would not take any risks in anything related to the other party.
After all, she can no longer afford to die.
Although it sounds ironic, she has no choice but to accept this reality.
There was no way she would let Lengdis's death be in vain. She felt that that would be the greatest disrespect to Lengdis.
So she became more cautious than before, became more independent about some things, and asked Walnut not to leak any secrets.
This can also be considered a test: If Pinocchio can really obey orders and not reveal such important information back to the tree people, then she can really trust her.
It was just dawn, but Hitzfeld had already packed up and was ready to go out.
"Woof!" Lily saw her standing at the door changing shoes and quickly ran over from the stove to rub against her legs, wagging her tail to please her: "Woof! Woof woof?"
"Don't talk nonsense." As soon as its butt was raised, Hitzfeld knew what kind of shit it was going to do. "I can't take you out."
"Ouch!" Lily immediately lowered her body and let out a threatening animal roar from her throat: "Wuluhu——"
"What's your name?" The girl grabbed his mouth, tapped his forehead and started to scold him, "I, your master... prepare food and drink for you every day, and even give you a bath! And what did you do? You can't even smell that your master has changed!"
Isn't this reaching a consensus with criminals?
希茨菲尔越说越气，鞋子也不穿了，拿手套着靴子就要去揍它。
She could imagine why Lily was acting abnormally during that period. It was also because of the influence of the soap. Not only did she not warn the mysterious master, she might have even rubbed against herself who was controlled by that guy and acted intimately with it.
"Ouch!" Lily quickly pressed her whole body to the ground, lying on her side, and finally most of her belly was exposed.
"..." Hitzfeld poked it with his hand for a long time, but the boot finally did not fall down.
"I can't take you out anyway." She lifted one foot to put on her boots and half turned around. "Hu Walnut will come to add firewood in the morning. You should warm yourself by the fire and don't bite anything... ah!?"
At the end of her words, she screamed, her body was knocked sideways by Lily, her feet were forced to be lifted high, and both boots flew out.
This dead dog!
Watching the white shadow fleeing quickly, Hitzfeld propped himself up and stood up, gritting his teeth and wanting to laugh at the same time.
She didn't chase him anymore, just changed her shoes and went out.
The sun has not risen completely yet, the sky is dark, and the shadows of the treetops are blurry.
Although masks can be worn here, if someone is monitoring the woods, they will still be able to see someone walking out.
So she had to choose a time when she would not be easily discovered - after all, she was going out under another identity this time.
That's right, she had put on a replica mask, and her face was that of the thin man with high cheekbones.
That was the identity used by the mysterious lord. It had controlled Hitzfeld to wear this face and arrange things when her consciousness was in chaos.
That's how the Gray Owl, that address, and the package of materials deposited at that address came about.
Hitzfeld wasn't sure how much the mysterious master had done with this identity.
For example, where did the material come from?
She planned to check her bank account first to see if there was any shortage of money, and then go to the address to investigate and see if the other party had any men nearby.
There is also the possibility of subordinates.
If the source of the medicinal materials is the Eclipse Church, then there must be some arrangements made by the other party in Kuroki City.
His figure shuttled through the treetops, Hitzfeld as nimble as a jungle deer.
Her skills are much better than before. Although her strength has not increased much, she can distribute it more reasonably, and her movements are agile and easy.
She took a small path down the mountain and looked around several times to make sure that no one was following her.
Even if someone arranged spies to watch the mountains, those people were left behind by her.
With a sigh of relief, Hitzfeld found a three-meter-high cliff, dug out a thick tangled vine from the snow, and swung down by hanging on the vine.
After walking down another small path, she reached the official road.
Down this road was Flo Street, where there was a bank, but she didn't want to go that way.
She continued to walk around for more than 200 meters and finally found a residential building. She entered from the shadow of the corridor and came out pushing a bicycle with skillful movements.
I learned the lock-picking technique from the leader of the contemporary shadow lion.
Of course, this wasn't something to be proud of...but special times call for special measures, and Hitzfeld promised that she would return it in good shape.
I rode my bike out of the Bridge Street District and checked my account at the Bolikin Bank across the bridge to make sure there was nothing unusual in the deposit.
This shows that the mysterious master did not spend her money to get the materials.
"Is there really an evil follower?"
Hitzfeld didn't want the second possibility.
As she thought about it, her expression changed slightly.
There are two windows in this place. She just entered the VIP room. When she came out, she saw a tall man sitting in the corner, who seemed to be staring at her.
She looked down at her attire.
With a dark black coat, trousers tucked into the boots, a black cape and a silver-headed cane, no one would pay much attention to such a guy.
So he looked over here because he had seen me?
Is he from the Security Bureau?
Or a heretic?
She was still guessing, but the other party had already walked straight up to her.
"you are late!"
The first sentence made her heart skip a beat.
"You are three days late than the agreed time. You should have come to see us on Monday. What have you been doing during this time?"
"If you still want this relationship to continue."
Hitzfeld lowered his voice.
"Then you shouldn't ask these unnecessary questions."
"Unnecessary questions!?" The other party was obviously furious. "Baron Kagel invested so many resources in you, and you promised to deal with that detective!"
Oh……
Hitzfeld suddenly understood.
Maybe he is not a cultist.
It is most likely a kind of original sin that is unique to the human race...
Chapter 42: Dealing with
The other party mentioned Baron Cagel. If she remembered correctly, his name should be Ross Cagel, who was considered the most powerful "fur merchant" in the whole of Sara.
He owns 15 prestigious clothing and luxury brands, and he himself is also a famous clothing and jewelry designer.
Hitzfeld had attended a palace dinner before, and it was only later that she found out that the clothing combinations of most of the nobles who appeared at the dinner were mostly influenced by Ross-Kagel.
Such a person and his family, although not as rich as a country, that is, not as rich as Lawrence, the "Steel King", are definitely wealthy. I wonder how many people want to be at the Baron's service.
Well, the most noteworthy thing is that Ross Kagel seems to be over 70 years old...
So after all this talk, let's get back to the Nature Orb...
Hitzfeld was speechless. She really didn't like this kind of behavior where she had tried her best to explain to the other party that "it was useless", but the other party agreed on the surface but still tested or stabbed her in the back.
Although any extraordinary behavior is understandable when it comes to life, when such a price falls on her, she has no mind to understand anyone and just feels unhappy from the bottom of her heart.
But now is not the time to talk about this. She finally found this clue and planned to follow the vine to find the melon and see if there are other fruits on the vine.
"How dare you mention that detective to me?" She deliberately lowered her voice to complain to him, "You know how difficult that guy is to deal with, don't you?"
