"Half of it." Kurumi nodded. "Kurumi has been with His Majesty for a long time. Just like His Majesty said, as long as one lives long enough, anyone can become knowledgeable."
Then I have seen similar situations.
Hitzfeld narrowed his one eye and said, "Can you introduce me to him?"
Complications may be understood in this way.
I gained a lot from yesterday's experiment. Apart from briefly seeing Xia in my dream, the biggest good news was that I confirmed that the mysterious master was not my clone.
It wasn't another "Hitzfeld," because if it were, it wouldn't have made that kind of arrangement with Xia... Hitzfeld was sure of that.
It should be the embodiment of that knowledge.
Of course, the idea of "knowledge coming alive" sounds too absurd, but it is really possible in this world - she suspected that the knowledge was transforming in her head - absorbing the characteristics of the evil god's flesh and blood, and sharing part of her memory.
But that was just sharing, not empathy. Perhaps compared to the evil god's flesh and blood, the Sun King's blood, and even that vast and magnificent knowledge, her mere human memory was too insignificant, so insignificant that the things she cherished most were not worth mentioning in the eyes of the mysterious master.
It clearly saw those things and those scenes, but it was never as sad as I was.
This is intolerable behavior.
From that moment on, she developed murderous intentions towards the mysterious master.
They didn't really do that. On the one hand, they were not sure how to completely eliminate it. On the other hand, they were not sure whether Sarah really needed the mysterious master or the "new system" it explained.
Did Hu Tao see this and say that to me?
Then I underestimated her too.
She's much more perceptive than I thought...
"It means 'growth of consciousness'." Walnut nodded again, "The forbidden flesh and blood carries power and knowledge. If they cannot be controlled, those things will suck the host dry and then breed a new consciousness."
"What kind of consciousness?" Hitzfeld asked, "Does it come from the original owner of the flesh and blood?"
She thought to herself that she had never seen the Sun King descend in my physical body. At most, my eyes could control fire at certain times - for example, she used it to escape death in the town of Elnak.
"That's uncertain." Walnut said he was not sure either. "Most of those consciousnesses do claim that they are the 'great ones', but there is no proof yet, and there are also examples of them being destroyed by the 'great ones'."
"Is there such a thing?"
"If I remember correctly, there was a case 16 years ago - a Devourer went crazy, her body expanded to three times its original size, and her body was covered with sharp teeth... She rushed into the street in broad daylight and bit everyone she saw, shouting loudly that she was actually the God of Darkness."
"and then?"
"Then she was burned to death by the black flames."
"Black fire? The kind that feels cold?"
"No, the temperature was extremely high, far exceeding that of ordinary flames." Walnut shook her head again. "We checked afterwards and found that it was not something that human power could do. It seemed that she had alarmed a true god in the void and was punished and destroyed by it."
"Were you startled by the name she recited..."
Hitzfeld was a little disappointed.
She also wanted to get some new information to infer whether there were other identities behind the mysterious master.
For example, could it be the owner of the evil eye?
Could it be that there is another evil god behind the evil eye?
But the information now is still too little to support her conclusion.
"Hu Tao has seen a lot of things over the years, and the feeling he gained is that if there is a problem, it needs to be solved. It is useless to just procrastinate."
Pinocchio said again.
"It's amazing that the body owner can figure it out on his own. Walnut also admires the body owner."
"You're exaggerating."
Hitzfeld coughed uncomfortably.
"How about you tell me about your first... I mean, employer?"
"That Rafa Pisis, may I know who he is?"
She tried to be careful with her words because she had already deduced that the "culprit" who caused Walnut to suddenly "be inspired" was probably Mr. Pisis.
He must have done something noble in the eyes of humans, but that may not have produced some results that were good enough in Walnut's eyes, causing Walnut to solidify that prejudice.
Of course she would be curious.
She didn't feel jealous or anything... She didn't feel anything towards Kurumi, and that was the employer Kurumi served in her "human stage", which was separate from her current one.
Her first employer as a puppet should be herself, there is nothing to worry about.
This can also be considered as understanding the servant's past and eliminating future safety risks.
It's what her new employer should do.
"Mr. Pisis is a good man." Walnut looked outside the house.
"Many people only know that he is a good man, but they don't know that he is actually a great inventor."
Chapter 63: Mr. Rafa-Pisis 2
As Walnut continues to describe, the language takes Hitzfeld back to that time.
In 1943, in Blackwood Town, the first golem curse broke out, and Walnut and Rafa Pisis died one after another... Walnut was 13 years old that year.
But she and Rafa Pisis knew each other earlier than that, more than a year ago, in the late autumn of 1941. When she was 11 years old, her father personally took her to the man's home and begged him to take his daughter in.
"Mr. Pisis is a gentleman. He is meticulous about his dress and manners, and he pays special attention to time," said Walnut. "I say this because he goes to the town church to pray every Saturday. My house is right in the middle of that road. When I was very, very young, I sat at the door of my house more than once to watch him walk there. I counted countless times, and each time his left foot only took 72 steps. The total number of steps for both feet was 145. Not more, not less."
Hitzfeld thought that such a person must be extremely opinionated. He had obviously received a good education and stood out in Blackwood Town... She didn't understand why such a person - especially as Walnut said he was an "inventor", why would he choose such an environment.
This is not surprising. Inventor is not an old word even today. The technological progress of Namibia or Changxia has just entered the electrical age at best. During this period, there will be many strange people and things among the people. Maybe one day you will wake up and see new things in the newspaper.
In order to better complete their work, most of these people - inventors - will choose to live in a place where it is easier to obtain information, transportation is more convenient, and material conditions are better.
Blackwood might not be shabby, but it's a far cry from its neighbor, Wayne Harbor.
Some parts are not available at the hardware store in town.
This Rafa Pisis is either a boastful amateur scientist or he is an expert who has the ability to solve a series of difficult problems on his own.
"I guess your first communication was not very pleasant," she said softly.
Walnut looked over in surprise. "...That's true. There were many families who couldn't afford to raise children at that time. You might think that people living on Flo Street, or even the entire Bridge Street area, were all poor. But in fact, they were not really poor. The real poor people were those who had to worry about whether they could have enough to eat. There were such people everywhere in Sara at that time, even near Wayne."
"So you can imagine," she continued, "if Mr. Pisis took me in, the carpet in front of his door would be trampled by other people the next day, and many families would want to give their children to him."
"Aren't they afraid that he's a bad guy?" Hitzfeld wondered.
This situation is similar to the famine years, right? According to her understanding, only during the period of severe famine in history would parents be willing to give up their children like this.
But this is Namiia, where there is the dream world and evildoers. Can they judge that Pisis is a good person and will not do anything excessive to their children?
"Everyone knows that he is a good man, there is no doubt about that." Walnut said firmly, "He has lived in this town for more than 10 years. He built such a big house by himself... At first everyone thought he was a weirdo. There were rumors that he would catch children and eat them in the dark without turning on the lights even at night."
"But as time went by, especially when people found out that he was actually very helpful and was willing to help repair broken farm tools, this rumor disappeared...People who lived nearby often sent him crops and fruits. If he hadn't refused, they would have wanted to help him plant the abandoned fields."
"Everyone knows that Mr. Pisis is a good man." Hitzfeld repeated this statement, "A good man would not do anything to his own children, so if anyone is hungry, they can send their children to him without worry. It's almost like foster care."
The family that sent the child to school are good people, and the distance to the school is close, just in town. They see each other every day, and the relationship is not distant - isn't this equivalent to finding a wrong person to raise a child with?
To be honest, Hitzfeld despised this kind of behavior. She certainly knew that some people were really desperate, but others had no obligation to help you in this way.
In the old days, the prerequisite for many people to adopt was that the original family had to sever ties with the child first. Only in this way would the child become close to them in the future, be willing to recognize them, and help them in their old age.
If she paid so much and couldn't even get this kind of guarantee, she really couldn't think of any other words to describe it except being wronged.
Of course, Rafa Pisis probably doesn't care whether anyone takes care of him in his old age, but he must be annoyed by others disturbing him every other day.
"How did your family convince him?" Hitzfeld asked.
In fact, she already had some guesses in her mind. This question was not difficult, and there were only one or two answers.
"If I was taken in as a servant, then what I just said would definitely happen." Walnut said, "But I was taken in as an apprentice. That was the second time I approached the house, and the first time I actually went in."
"My father changed his story this time. He lied and said that I had been interested in handicrafts since I was a child. I liked to splice wood and made a chair when I was three years old..."
"..." Hitzfeld's face twitched slightly, and he felt that Walnut's father had a talent for lying.
"Mr. Pisis obviously didn't believe it, but he agreed anyway." Pinocchio crossed his hands together. "He really is a good man."
She always emphasizes that the other person is a good person. This can be understood as her subconsciously feeling strong guilt towards this person, so she always has to say good things about him.
Hitzfeld thought it might be because... Walnut was more sensible now than before. She discovered that her father's motive for sending her away was not pure, that is, the family was not so poor that they could not afford to support her, and that the man was just being clever.
Rafa Pisis should have seen through this, but he still took Walnut in, which made Walnut grateful.
Hitzfeld did not specify the specific details, nor did he ask.
So out of character.
It has been so many years since this happened, and it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong. Only Walnut knows what she thinks. Her feelings for Pisis and her father are not something that Hitzfeld can control now.
The sincerity of a puppet is very rare.
Now a little puppet wants to express something to her, so she just needs to listen attentively.
"He took me in as an apprentice—" Kurumi took a breath, "but actually, I only did the work of a servant at the beginning."
"I would like to help, but I... after I broke two unknown machines, Mr. Pisis basically gave up on me. From then on, I was responsible for sorting his clothes, cleaning, and weeding his backyard."
“You were 11?”
"Yes...any questions?"
"No." Hitzfeld said nothing in the end.
She felt a little irritated.
The desire to kill the mysterious master has faded a little.
She has always been proud of her work because it has really changed the fate of many people and saved them from the abyss.
But now she finds that there is so much darkness in the world and so many people who need to be saved. The light she emits is far from enough to illuminate everything. At best, it is just a firefly.
In the past, she would not think about these things because she knew very well that there was no point - just like a person would not seriously think about how to create a sun to dispel all the darkness in the world. They all knew that it was impossible, so there was no need to think about it if it couldn't be done.
But now it’s different, now she may be holding the valve of the “sun” in her hand.
Mysterious Lord.
Will the establishment of a new system usher in a new era for Namya?
To this world...is Detective Hitzfeld more important, or is the mysterious Lord Hitzfeld more important?
She was thinking.
She doesn't know the answer.
"Isn't the owner curious?" It was Walnut who rescued her from the vortex of her thoughts.
"…What are you curious about?"
"I wonder what he is researching by locking himself in the house all day and night."
"Well, I am indeed curious... so what is it?"
"Light bulb." Walnut uttered a word.
"He should be working on a new light bulb."
Chapter 64: Mr. Rafa-Pisis III
“…Why a light bulb?”
After a long pause, Hitzfeld instinctively asked a question.
"I don't know about Walnut." Pinocchio shook his head. "But he studies some iron wires every day... He pulls various metals into wires and winds them into wicks, then passes electricity through them to make them glow. Isn't this making light bulbs?"
"But..." Hitzfeld almost didn't get around the corner, she took a breath: "But does the 'light bulb' need to be invented again?"
Walnut still shook her head, indicating that she didn't know the specific situation, but according to her understanding, electrical appliances at that time were iron luxury goods, and there were only two power stations in the entire Blackwood Town.
Hitzfeld frowned and thought about it, and it seemed that it was not unreasonable.
The technological level of Sarah - and even the entire Changxia world - can only be described as difficult to describe in a few words. Real innovation has been stretched out on the timeline. Many technologies that seem particularly advanced and obviously out of step with the times are derived from archaeology.
For example, small battery technology and the small flashlights used by the agents are made through archaeology and the restoration of ancient technology.
