“Don’t do that…!”
"It took me so long to find you..."
"I haven't realized yet... those scenes I imagined..."
"How can you leave..."
"How can you leave...!!!"
The gunshot shattered everything.
Ten thousand mirrors.
Ten thousand projections.
Every piece of the picture shattered into light, turning into dots of bright blue light, blending into this ocean of time and drifting with the flow.
But the mysterious master didn't dare to look anymore.
She is no longer a simple shadow, but has lines and colors.
Her face gradually became clearer and turned into what "Aisun Hitzfeld" should look like.
But she had lost her courage…she dared not say anything or look anymore, and she just curled up her whole body in the abyss, like a baby spinning in mid-air.
A hand touched her hair.
There was a pause at first, then the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and he suddenly exerted force, hugging the similar body into his arms.
"never mind……"
Hitzfeld tried her best to make what she thought was the most gentle sound.
The mysterious master whimpered, and his limbs wrapped around her tightly like an octopus.
"he died……"
"Yes, he is dead."
"He is unwilling to look for another possibility..."
"That's because he has something more important to teach us."
"He even wanted me to kill him myself... How could he be so cruel..."
"Because he's a professional - he's strong enough, and we should be like him."
The mysterious Lord gradually stopped crying.
She raised her head, and at last, at this moment, the other Hitzfeld revealed his face to his original self.
"You want to... take over his job..."
"If he can do it, there's no reason we can't."
"That's thousands of years of loneliness... You can only become a shepherd and a night watchman. The fireworks of that prosperous age will have nothing to do with you! You will forever fall into the abyss and be accompanied by loneliness! When everyone is celebrating and laughing, you can only watch..."
"If this is my mission in this world, then I am willing to do it."
"It's only necessary to sacrifice my..."
The mysterious master's lips trembled and he shook his head a little bit, showing a slight struggle.
But Hitzfeld had worked so hard to get the process to this point, so of course there was no way he could let her escape.
So this time it was the other way around, and she turned into an octopus, holding on to the other person tightly and not wanting to let go.
"You underestimate me."
"You underestimate Xia too much."
"Try to have a little faith in other people. I believe we can do it, and I believe she won't let us down."
"Then there will be no you and me..."
"There isn't one. There is only one Spirit Sea in the world, and there is only one Hitzfeld."
"You will inherit the dirt..."
"We are the barrier that prevents them from flowing into reality. All mysteries must be reviewed by us, and we decide their fate."
"Is this really a good idea... Another form of mysterious master, allowing civilization to develop on its own..."
"You have already seen its potential. What it needs is not mystery, but mysticism."
"But the threat from Aishazhou..."
"The invention of alternating current was enough to make them suffer."
"The threat of the evil god..."
“So it takes a shepherd to guard the sheepfold.”
The mysterious Lord raised her concerns one by one, and Hitzfeld refuted them one by one.
Finally, there was nothing more to say to each other.
They relaxed their bodies from the tightly embraced position, clasped their hands together, looked at each other's faces in the mirror, and then little by little... began to touch their noses.
Infinite light bursts out from the point of contact.
All the oceans, blue lights, and crystal spots seemed to encounter a huge suction force, pouring into her body from behind the mysterious master.
Her body became brighter and whiter, like an incandescent bulb that overheated and overloaded. After a flash, it disappeared, leaving only Hitzfeld standing there.
"..."
She didn't move, nor did she speak. She just stood there in a daze for a long time, like a corpse.
Then she raised her hands and clenched them, looking up at the sky. A golden light seemed to flash under her silver-gray hair.
"what happened?"
Outside, everyone is paying attention to the night sky.
Because that is the source of the change - even though the night sky now looks pitch black as if there is nothing there, they will not forget what was there just now!
What about the huge dark cloud projection... the blue vortex as deep as the abyss of the ocean... and even the giant golden eye peeking out from the dark cloud...
So many weird things, so many strange images!
Ethan bet that many people in Wayne Port must be scared to death - if they could see and receive the news, some of them must have been planning how to submit to the evildoers, right?
"Ethan..."
Darent gave a low cry.
"I know."
Ethan nodded and glanced at the girl who was still sleeping on the bed. His expression was complicated.
Was it her fault?
he does not know.
But as long as there is no sufficient evidence, his duties remain unchanged.
Anyone who dares to hurt her or is unfavorable to her will be kept out by him.
"team leader!"
Suddenly, someone broke open the door and spoke breathlessly to the inside.
"The situation outside!"
"I think you should all go down and take a look!"
"No need." Darent walked to the window and suddenly pulled down a row of curtains.
Suddenly, a huge moon emerged.
It hung in the air, dark gold in color overall, with a slight gradient light throughout, but it could hardly illuminate the surrounding darkness.
what is that?
The moment they saw it, everyone froze.
Not only the agents, but also all the Flintstone Knights, everyone who looked up at the night sky at this moment, they all felt their bodies stiff and it took great willpower to control their movements.
It seemed as if it was something extremely dangerous and terrifying, as if it was their destined enemy.
Suddenly—the moon turned.
It turned around little by little, and a "pattern" appeared in the center of the sphere, and it was trembling slightly like a living thing.
"That's not... the moon..."
Ethan nearly broke his gums.
He tried desperately to move his body, to move under this gaze.
But no.
I just can't do it.
Being stared at by this thing, enveloped by its gaze, not to mention being able to move, even his thoughts were petrified.
Finally, everyone who dared to look at the night sky stopped moving.
They turned into stone sculptures, even their thoughts solidified, and they almost lost their breath of life.
Until a figure appeared on the ground.
She opened her left eye, and inside it was an eye that looked exactly like the "moon".
She opened her eyes and looked into the moon's eyes.
"If you don't want me to find you where you are."
"Then you'd better take your strength and get out of the night I protect."
Chapter 101: Esun Hitzfeld's Autobiography
On Monday, when the sun smiled again after a whole day, I found that Hitzfeld Manor below was much more lively than usual.
At almost every intersection you can see a few people in black suits standing guard, and even more are police officers in black uniforms. The police in gray are not even qualified to be here.
In the bedroom of the mansion, Hitzfeld had already woken up. She didn't change her clothes, but lay down in the quilt in that outfit, holding a cup of hot water that had just been refilled, and the cup was still steaming.
There were a lot of people here... lots and lots of people. There were more than 15 faces in sight, both men and women... They didn't care about privacy or offense now. She saw several people with their hands on their guns, and they were very nervous.
They are afraid.
She was afraid that she, as the hostess, would cause some big trouble again.
To be fair, this is understandable. Hitzfeld doesn't care. If she wasn't stared at like this, she would find it incredible.
That would be too unprofessional and would be despised by an amateur like her.
And she found that she even liked being valued in this way. It was not because she liked to show off or felt that what she did was great, but - how to put it... When she sat here, even if she didn't look up, she could hear so many different kinds of breathing in the room, and even if she didn't listen carefully, she could sense all kinds of footsteps and shouts coming from downstairs.
"Move that cabinet gently... don't block the stairs... Okay... okay... just put it here!"
"You guys go clear the snow off the lawn and the cemetery. Be careful not to damage the tombstones."
"Is the generator fixed? Generator! Where's the helper we promised you?"
"Someone from the other side, please help! Group 6 needs to set up a temporary sentry tower on a high ground!"
...All this makes her feel very "popular".
Or it could be described as the breath of life, and she had indeed been away from this breath, this atmosphere, for almost two months.
"Ms. Hitzfeld, we...actually don't want to do this to you."
A Shadow Lion agent who looked quite young was sitting at the head of the bed. The armchair that she usually placed in front of the desk was moved over and used as a small table. Then they found a small wooden stool and laid it flat to serve as a matching seat.
The other person was sitting there and talking to her in this posture, but he was tall and had long legs, so it looked very awkward for him to sit like this.
"But you have to know that based on the intelligence we have received so far, what you have done in the past period of time... is extremely dangerous, and you did not even report your plan."
"Even if the result is good... well, at least it looks good, we can't... well, be indifferent to all this."
"Jack! Get out!"
Along with the scolding, Ethan came in with a stack of things, followed closely by his wooden friend, who in turn was followed by the silly dog Lily.
