Hasim was startled by the sound and the book slipped out of her hand and hit her face, causing her to twitch on the bed in pain.
"What kind of book is this?"
In the woman's eyes, Hasim's identity was equivalent to that of a criminal, and a criminal would have no privacy when facing a detective, so she naturally walked over, picked up the book, and turned to the beginning to read it carefully.
I originally thought it was some kind of classic book, or at least a record of magic spells or something, but I didn't expect it to be a comic book when I opened it.
There are no words, only pictures. The content is probably about a group of blood-slaughterers taking revenge on a ferocious blood beast in the wild. From time to time, there are scenes of various limbs and blood splattering, which looks quite exciting.
That's right... The Kingdom of Corrupted Blood prohibits the narration of real history, but fantasy creation is no problem. Taking into account the fact that the text carrier may be slandered and lead to disputes, comic strips - and comic strips without even a single character - are naturally the best choice for creators.
"Are there many books like this?" She flipped through the picture album and asked Hasim in a deep voice.
"I can't say a lot," Hasim said helplessly, "I can only say it's everywhere."
"What about the subject matter?"
"All kinds of things... the adventure ones are the most popular, and then there are the... sensual ones."
Nodding to show her understanding, Xia Yibing returned the book to her and walked out of the room without saying a word.
She knew Hasim's background and of course it was impossible for her to stay with her for long in private. She wanted to go back to her room to wash her face, but suddenly she heard footsteps coming from the corner - it was Shana in a gorgeous dress chasing after her.
If you didn’t come last night, why don’t you come tonight?
Complaining in her heart that the other party was meddling in her affairs, Xia Yibing pretended nothing had happened and closed the door.
"She's in there?" Shana only brought one servant this time, and she understood what was going on. "I heard someone sent you something, signed by the Blood Mage Guild. I guess she's tired from developing the ointment, so she should have a good rest."
Xia Yibing didn't say anything and tried her best to force a smile that was neither awkward nor impolite.
The other party must be talking about the ointment to prevent the "hounds". This is perfect, so she doesn't have to come up with excuses to cover it up...
"I should have said this. Please forgive me. This was not a test. I simply recalled some horrible things at the time... I was shocked and ignored it."
"Nothing ma'am, it's not shameful."
"But I can't just pretend nothing happened." Shana raised her eyebrows and added, "Bring the things."
The maid stepped forward and took out a bulging cloth bag from her waist.
The bag made a rustling sound when it was shaken. Xia Yibing frowned. She seemed to have heard this sound not long ago...
"Hero's Bone." Shana revealed the answer. "I heard that you were looking for this thing to calm your mind? It is said that the effect of hero's bone is particularly excellent for people like you. Considering that most of the hero's bones on the market are fake, I took the initiative to get some."
"Thank you." Xia Yibing said in her heart that you really helped a lot, but her face looked very cold, "I'll bring it in for her later... Is there anything else?"
"No more." Shana smiled slightly when she saw her accept the things.
"Please inform me when Miss Hitzfeld recovers."
“I hope to talk to her again about working together.”
She came and left quickly, and disappeared in a short while.
Xia Yibing took a deep breath and was about to go back to her room when she suddenly thought of something. She opened the door behind her and looked for Hasim: "Do you think these bones are real?"
"It's too easy to find the hero bones with the mansion's ability." Hasim was surprised, "They didn't have to lie to you."
"You don't understand what I mean." Xia Yibing frowned. "I want to say - since there are so many fakes on the market, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish them, how did she manage to pick out a bunch of fakes in such a short time... um?"
She pointed to the bag, feeling that she had made her point very clearly.
"You mean this?" Hasim suddenly realized, and guessed the answer in one word: "It's very simple... because she can use her connections to dig up the hero's tomb."
"tomb?"
"Yes, otherwise where do you think hero bones come from? And what kind of person is considered a hero?"
Hasim began to explain to her: "These bones should all come from the Heroes Cemetery outside the Sea King City. The so-called heroes are those who died on the front lines. Their bones are buried in the cemetery and nurtured by the soil. Because of the concentrated blood and flesh essence, spirit and other factors before death, they can be transformed. This is also the origin of the hero bones' function of nourishing the spirit."
“…Isn’t this a kind of blasphemy?”
Xia Yibing didn't understand.
If you really don't care, then why bother listing tombstones and graves in the first place?
"Of course they care." Hasim sighed, "Just like some villages in the wild, some villages don't have blood killers and can't resist the gray fog and blood beasts, so they follow the nearby blood bone forest. The blood bone forest allows them to pick up branches and sell them back. In return, the villagers who are about to die of old age have to enter the blood bone forest to be eaten by them."
"The villagers don't want their family members to suffer such a disaster. They will prepare a... well, a so-called blessed coffin for their family members, but it is usually useless. The coffin itself is made of bloodbone wood and can't stop the sharp tree roots at all."
I seem to have heard this story before...
"Those are people from small places," Hasim stressed. "People from small places are petty and don't understand that sacrifice is the only way to preserve the overall situation."
“Some things you can’t get without paying a price.”
She felt a little sad, perhaps because she was thinking about her own story.
After saying goodbye to Hasim, Xia Yibing returned and found Madeline lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
He shook the man awake and threw another bag of Crunchy Lemons over to him: "Open your silver eyes and check how many of them are glowing."
From the moment Madeline described the feeling just now, Xia Yibing had some guesses in her mind.
Does the fact that there are fewer shining bones mean that the closer you are to true heroic bones, the brighter the light?
Hasim’s description should be incomplete. In addition to those factors, there is another extremely important condition for the formation of hero bones, that is, time.
Bones buried in the soil... let's just assume that the soil is spiritual. It definitely takes a lot of time to nourish the bones to that level.
No wonder there is a shortage of goods on the market. Unless they are the ones who truly control the cemetery, those small vendors simply have no channels to source goods.
But Neptune City is different.
She had heard that before the war with the Mechanical God Kingdom, Posu Mansion used this place as its territory and resisted countless invasions by blood beasts.
During this period, countless people died in the battle and were all buried in a similar place, which is now the heroes' cemetery mentioned by Hashem.
So, if there happen to be a few sticks in this pack of Crunchy Le that are from ancient times...
Hope arose in Xia Yibing's heart.
She hoped for the best.
Otherwise, the young director of the Sarah Homeland Security Department might have to play the role of a tomb robber.
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Chapter 133 Exploring the Sanctuary
"Really? You don't know the arrangements above either..."
"Yes, my lord."
Only Sister Monia was left in the empty hall to report to the abbot. She was extremely nervous and kept having illusions - there were countless tentacles gathered together in the shadows behind the pillars, and the tip of each tentacle spontaneously formed into a sharp blade.
This was how Tamo died, and she was afraid that she would accidentally follow in his footsteps.
"Then what is the use of this huge temple?" Hitzfeld asked her in return, "Since you just said that only extremely important areas need to be built to guard the temple, how is this temple built?"
"I have only vaguely heard of the method of making the temple." Monia did not even dare to look up when she spoke, "It seems to be related to the 'God Seed'."
"God seed?"
"Yes, you should know that we are not the only ones in the church... There are also some servants... They are the ones who truly serve the gods and seek the path to salvation. A group of them master, or we can say they transport the seeds of gods! They come here with the seeds of gods in their hands, bury them in the ground, absorb the essence of flesh and blood and spiritual energy from the nearby land, and quickly a flesh and blood temple grows up."
This answer was somewhat unexpected. Hitzfeld had originally wondered whether the Blood Temple was a living creature from the beginning - because she had seen similar things in Dragon Country, and suspected that this thing was just a clone of some giant monster.
But according to Monia's description, its essential nutrients come from the nearby soil, which is a little different, as if it is more similar to some kind of plant.
"As for the role of the cathedral." Monia took a breath, "If the church deployed 306 Savior Sisters here to heal the soldiers on the front line, then the role of the cathedral is to revive these 306 Savior Sisters."
"You mean Su Sheng?"
"Yes, sir. For example, you are now... your existence and authority are recognized by the Holy Church. It is not because of anything else, but because you drank the blood of the Holy Church."
Hitzfeld's eyebrows jumped. She didn't do that. It was this ghost who was trying to please her.
"You may want to make the temple remember your presence and prevent others from approaching pretending to be you... but this is far from its true function. The main purpose of doing this is to prepare a new embryo inside the temple - a flesh embryo that belongs only to you."
"When you encounter misfortune due to an accident or some idea, such as some flesh and blood experiments, your soul can escape from the old body and transfer into the flesh embryo nurtured in the temple, and wake up again."
So that's why it's called resurrection.
Hitzfeld looked calm, not feeling the slightest bit sorry for missing this opportunity.
The blood she fed to the temple belonged to Hashem, which meant that the embryo being conceived at this time was also Hashem's flesh and blood, and had nothing to do with her.
This was a good thing, because before she could really figure out the true nature of this church organization, she didn't want to have any physical contact with anything about it.
She didn't even intend to allow this temple to actually touch her, such as the cobblestone pavement and the hard seat under her butt. If these things were also part of the temple's physical body, she would never have stepped in.
What's even more interesting is that, because the Holy Temple insisted on coming close to lick her, it indirectly endorsed her identity, rank, and path system. Including Sister Monia, no one present just now suspected that she might be an infiltrated spy.
Of course, if you really want to be serious, she is indeed a spy.
At the same time, Hitzfeld realized that the hidden danger had not been eliminated.
"That means that Tamer, Sam...even Marian, they may all be resurrected here?"
The first two didn't matter, she could just kill the next two. Her main concern was that Marianne had been resurrected, and it would be hurtful if she jumped out and pointed out that she was not Hashem.
She could just kill all those who knew about it, but how would she explain it to others afterwards?
But she was planning to use this identity to continue climbing up the ladder and collecting information, so it would be a waste to expose herself like this.
"The Church will not automatically resurrect those killed by the Bishop." Sister Monia said respectfully, "They can only be resurrected with your permission, otherwise they are no different from being dead."
"Also, you said Marianne... Marianne did record her breath and blood, but Marianne's embryo has not responded at all. That's why we think she is missing..."
After asking Monia a few more questions and making sure that no further value could be squeezed out of her, Hitzfeld waved her to leave, as she wanted to be alone for a while.
This guy was too scared, and she felt as if she would become deformed at any time. It would be better to let her go for now.
Monia is still useful. She can help her deal with other nuns, and she can also help her deal with the Governor's men in the future.
As she expected, the three seats here originally belonged to Tam, Maria and Mona.
These three people are all bishop-level savior nuns, and the mystical knowledge they mastered has broken through the 6th level. However, according to the experience of the Earth's mysterious system, breaking through the 6th level is an intolerable taboo area. Once you break through to this stage, it is no longer possible to rely on "knowledge to control reason and control the body", because the practitioners of this system are not self-transcendence in essence. All their efforts to this end are just to turn themselves into better carriers of madness. For those things that can't wait to come down, breaking through the 6th level is a signal.
Under normal circumstances, that is, referring to the model of the Earth, anyone who reaches the 6th level on this path will quickly attract the attention of the Void.
It’s like being in a vast orchard, while other fruits are still green, but you are already full and juicy, with your bright red skin emitting endless fragrance. All of this combined together is like an active invitation to them: Please eat me.
Madness will quickly take over everything you have.
Whether it is spirit or flesh, your appearance will change into an indescribable form in a very short period of time. At that time, you are them. They occupy your flesh like a candle and burn your spirit like a candle flame, thereby implementing their plans on earth.
But this is naturally short-lived. If your "qualifications" are not outstanding enough, and you cannot rely on the mystery and knowledge attached to madness to quickly break through to a higher level, then this candlelight will not burn for long and may be extinguished in an instant.
Those things don't matter.
Yes... after all, they are just tools and food, they will not be stingy with such consumption.
It is enough to be able to come, even if it is only for a moment. Perhaps for a life of that level, a moment can do a lot.
After thinking so much without realizing it, Hitzfeld felt a little creepy.
She knew very well that the reason why Monia and even herself were not noticed by the evil god and were not infused with madness was that there was really no sober evil god here.
There were originally, but they were destroyed in the war of gods many years ago. The ancient Latadians led an army to fight against them, and blood flowed for ten days and ten nights. In the end, both sides died together, sacrificing everyone and the nine strongest warriors, and those things were sealed in the corpses of the warriors.
The Tomb of the Nine Knights is the Tomb of the Evil God, but just like the nuns can be resurrected by the Holy Temple after death, they are not completely dead and may wake up at any time.
Yes... just like "Diat Klebatolal", maybe it was awakened by tomb robbers, or maybe it woke up on its own, and its consciousness remaining in the corpse had been devoured by the evil god. When it woke up, it was no longer a Bloodborne Knight, it was the master of the Horned Throne, the creator and ruler of those Void Hounds.
What luck, isn't it?
It is like a vast orchard where the orchard owners, the "farmers", have to sleep because of illness. The mysterious factors they left behind are so rich that they are like fertilizers that fill the land, allowing the fruits to thrive, and even break through to the 6th level through their own research and wild growth, and each one is plump and juicy.
Hitzfeld herself is the biggest fruit, but there is no "farmer" to pick her or interfere with her. This opportunity is too rare.
She even began to doubt Alvin.
