Hearing the order, the ground under the carpet bulged again, like a soft wave carrying her forward.
This is long overdue!
Hitzfeld sighed inwardly.
Ah, I really don’t have much experience…
In fact, there is a more convenient operation, which is to make physical contact with the entire cathedral, transmit thoughts directly through flesh and blood connection, and turn this huge building into her clone.
But she didn't want to, she thought it was too disgusting.
Whoosh-!
Soon, the carpet carried her all the way to the staircase door.
All the noise ended here. Hitzfeld tried to walk into the corridor and look down. There was another long spiral staircase.
This should be it.
She looked around and told the temple not to let anyone get close to here. She quickly went downstairs and sure enough, she saw a blood-red core in a layer of blood mud.
This thing was a bit like an unpolished ruby, with a bumpy surface, about the shape and size of a rugby ball. A small part of the body was submerged in the soil, with many blood vessels and nerves extending from the surface. They gradually grew larger and spread, growing together with the blood mud and bone columns around them.
This is probably the "divine seed" that Monia mentioned.
Take out the medicine bottles, unscrew the caps of those nourishing auxiliary aromatic medicines first, so that the entire underground will be filled with rich fragrance.
I don't know if this thing actually has a sense of smell. The main function of these scents is to guide it into a dream. In theory, they can alleviate some of the pain and discomfort that may occur in the process. Hitzfeld sincerely hopes that it can enjoy it.
After waiting for a while, the fragrance became stronger and more alluring. Hitzfeld sneezed several times because of the inhalation, and her mind felt a little light-headed, as if her soul could leave her body at any time if she wanted to.
She knew it was almost time, so she took out the developer and other main chemicals, and poured them on the ruby with trepidation.
Looking at the effect, it seems that there is no response.
Just when she thought it was useless, the surface of the ruby suddenly collapsed into hundreds of dense holes, which spontaneously bulged and shrunk like the opening of some organ, and then a large amount of green mist suddenly spurted out from the holes.
It became.
The presence of green mist means there is a result. Hitzfeld kept a sufficient distance from the ruby and reached out to the suspended mist.
There was a rustling noise behind me.
Looking back, it seemed like something had shrunk back.
"...Nothing is allowed to touch me while I'm reading your dreams," Hitzfeld ordered again. "Including you - do you understand?"
Fearing an accident, she even used her divine eyes to scan the surroundings. She felt at ease only when she felt the entire cathedral begin to tremble.
Reaching out and touching the green mist, his spiritual will was sucked in.
"The raw material of the God Seed is human..."
"Rebellion..."
"I want you to stay here and watch over Aisha's future..."
"The undead will not succeed..."
"You don't understand your own ending at all..."
It was like a huge whirlpool, with countless blurred images and sounds rushing in at a rapid speed. Hitzfeld could not remember all the information at all. When she regained consciousness, she felt like she had landed on a stranger again.
A projection in time, she was cleaning the floor.
The reason why I say "she" is because the smooth floor just projects the girl's face. She is a girl with bright orange hair, charming features, and a lot of freckles on her face.
"Alian is pretending again..."
"That's right, it seems like she's the only one who's particularly hardworking..."
"That's why no one wants to play with her..."
"I really don't know why the master would let such a person in..."
Sensitive to the discussions, Hitzfeld saw a group of servants standing over there with the help of the girl's peripheral vision.
She suddenly thought of Miss William of the Ghoul Castle.
But unlike the maids who were well-dressed, these servants were all dressed in coarse cloth. Some of the older ones looked to be 30 years old, with bloated and thick hands and feet and bodies, without a trace of the beauty that the word "maid" should have.
Seems like it should be so?
There's no beauty in these words themselves...it's true that sturdier maids are easier to do the job.
Before her brain could react, Hitzfeld was thinking about a bunch of random things, but she seemed to have other ideas from her perspective. The girl called "Alian" suddenly stood up and walked over there, saying to them in a hoarse voice, "This is just the right time to pass on the master's order. From today on, you are fired."
The air suddenly became silent.
After the silence comes the explosion.
"What qualifications do you have to say this?"
"That's right! You're just a newcomer... Where's the master? I want to see the master!"
The stout maids were filled with indignation, as if they were being treated unfairly.
"You have no right to say these things."
Yalian still had that indifferent tone.
"In today's world, the master recruited you to come in and saved your life. He valued your good limbs and strong bodies, but you took it for granted and just wanted to rest and enjoy yourself after finishing the minimum work every day."
"Just firing you is already very merciful. If I were to handle it, I would rather feed you to the blood hoof beasts."
The maids were stunned. The oldest one pointed at them tremblingly and said, "You... are so pretentious and cold-blooded... The master will fall into a big trouble because of you..."
"Pretending? You are just a bunch of foolish women."
Although he couldn't see the expression on her face, just by listening to the tone of her voice, Hitzfeld felt that the girl must be curling up her lips in sarcasm and ridicule.
"I see a place that is not clean, and I feel unhappy, so I find tools to clean it up... Is this just pretending?"
"you……"
"A foolish woman is a foolish woman. She uses her own dark and dirty thoughts to judge others, thinking that others will be the same as herself."
"Pack……"
"Use your brains, which are not much bigger than those of blood beasts, and think carefully. Why do I, Yalian, need to pretend to do anything? Since the day I entered this house, when have I ever concealed my hatred for you? Just like when I saw the floor was dirty and felt unhappy and looked for something to clean it, I saw some shameless dirty things in this house who were self-righteous so I wanted to clean them up. Have I ever concealed anything?"
"what!"
The older maid screamed and rushed over, her fat body trembling.
The perspective was shifted, and Yalian should have turned sideways - and maybe even tripped her in the middle, causing her huge body to fly out and knock over a sewage bucket.
"From now on, I am the supervisor of the maids in the house."
Pick up a mop and point the stick in a certain direction.
"Take her with you, get out!"
"Get out! Get out!"
As if in response to the order, a mouth suddenly opened at the top of the wooden stick and started shouting along.
"Get out! Get out!"
The floors, doors, handrails at the stairs...all the furniture seemed to come alive at this moment, repeating the command together.
Those "foolish women" were frightened by such a change. They no longer thought about the difference in strength between themselves and the girls. They ran down the stairs like crazy, broke open the door and escaped.
This is really... really a big surprise...
Hitzfeld “took a breath.”
She had done this kind of regression and possession many times, but this was the first time that the person possessed had such a unique personality.
Wait... I seem to have seen or heard of this kind of strong and independent personality somewhere...
Boom!Boom!Boom!
There were footsteps below, as if something was lurching up the stairs.
Yalian looked over and caught a glimpse of an old man in a dark windbreaker appearing at the stairs.
This is obviously not a normal human being.
His skin was too white, as pale as the bones of the blood-bone tree, and his body was covered with bark-like blood-streaked lines. He was most likely a person in the shape of some kind of blood-bone tree.
"Well done, Yalian." She praised him right away. "It's no wonder that I recommended you to the young master... those foolish women are so inferior to you. They are simply not of the same species."
"From a physiological point of view, they and I are both human." Yalian shook her head, "That's not the case, Grandpa Gu."
"As for."
The old man laughed and shook his head.
"Didn't you say it's a mess out there?"
"As someone who watched the young master grow up, and witnessed him lose everything and fall into this situation, I sincerely hope that he can one day regain what he lost."
"It's definitely not possible to rely on him alone, so Yalian, just treat it as the old man's talkativeness..."
"Grandpa Gu?"
"Are you interested in being the hostess here?"
Chapter 135 Memories of the Temple Part
Yalian's name is Yalian, she has no surname, because she doesn't know who her parents are. This kind of situation is not suitable for forcing a surname, let alone in Elsa, even in the wealthy Weinport.
There are only a few opportunities for large-scale population entry. If a child does not have this awareness when he is young and insists on giving himself a surname, then if he misses it, he will really miss it.
It has been a long time since Hitzfeld experienced life from someone else's perspective. Her spirit is still strong and she dare not miss any details. She carefully examines all the scenes at the beginning.
Information obtained from Yalian's subsequent conversation with "Grandpa Gu": This white-skinned old man is called "Gu" - this is not his own request, but since the first day Yalian came to the house, all talking things called him that, so she followed suit.
Of course, the pronunciation of "古" is definitely different from Hitzfeld's native language, but this is not a problem. She can already switch between her two native languages.
Hitzfeld felt that Grandpa Gu must be a tree man for three reasons. First, she felt that he looked a lot like a blood-bone tree. Second, she noticed that he always shed some white powdery dead skin from his body in daily life. Third, she noticed that he never ate in public.
If this thing is really a spirit of the blood and bone tree, according to what the blood and bone trees themselves said in Alessia's dream - any living non-human on this land will eat humans.
People can gain nutrition from eating these things, and if they take a special path, they can advance through them. The same is true for these non-humans, their way of transcendence is to evolve towards humans, which is why the blood and bone forest in Alessia's dream looks like a human.
That is, there is only one trunk at the bottom, and the branches are more and more similar to the shape of a human torso and shoulders as they go up. However, that shape is still very primitive compared to Grandpa Gu, so she wondered if there was a possibility that Grandpa Gu was the incarnation of an even more ancient blood bone tree.
But if the Blood Bone Tree has this possibility, why doesn't the tree in Posa Mansion have this tendency?
That tree is the Blood Bone Tree King, whose age and strength far exceed those of ordinary Blood Bone Trees. All the Blood Bone Trees in the wild know how to trade with humans and eat corpses to transform into humans, but that Blood Bone Tree King is obviously not dead yet, and it had previously obeyed Shana's orders and sent her leaves, but how come it has no tendency to do so at all...
She felt that either something had happened or the tree was not as simple as it seemed.
Bunoriel should not have missed anything after being threatened by me, considering that it is his daughter Shana who controls the tree king when he is outside, well...
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld felt that it was right not to completely trust Shana.
You are on guard against me as if I were a ghost, always making small calculations in secret, and I won't reveal a little bit of you until I can see a little bit of you, like squeezing toothpaste. This kind of cooperation spirit is too stingy.
Of course, the other party did confess that she didn't really want to cooperate, and the reason she was willing to contact them was for her father who had worked hard all his life. Hitzfeld was not sure whether this idea was right or wrong, because she could not predict the future, nor could she directly say what the consequences of this naivety would be.
It would be fine if it was just your father, but now it is obvious that your father's wife and the rest of his family were killed tragically at the hands of the high-ranking officials of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom. It is impossible to expect this kind of revenge to stop. The result of betting on both sides may be to be torn apart by both sides.
While thinking, Yalian got up.
This girl is indeed very special, not only in her personality, but the most obvious thing is her bright hair.
The people of Aisha do not only have black hair, but black hair makes up the largest number. Hair of any other color looks a bit dull and depressing.
For example, Hasim's silver-gray hair, or dark gray, dark brown, or dark red. Really bright hair colors are very rare, and Hitzfeld also heard from the servants that before the "master" took Yalian home, she was troubled by this and was not even qualified to be a branch picker.
The hair color is too bright. Regardless of whether anyone will be jealous, if you join the team and walk together, this color is likely to attract some attention that would not otherwise be paid attention to.
This was too dangerous, so no team wanted her. Neither the mercenary team, the mopping-up team, nor the twig-picking team wanted her. She could only stay in the shelter every day, picking up the rotten meat discarded by others to survive.
She even has to fight with others for dead meat... Some children or vagrants are either cowardly or disabled, and can only live on garbage like her, so they have to fight for these little resources.
This is not even the saddest thing. The saddest thing is that the shelter is defenseless at night.
This remote town does not have the extra manpower to patrol at night. Guarding the city walls and protecting the houses is already the limit. It is impossible to stop those things that sneak into the city in the dark.
People die here every night, and their deaths are varied and bizarre.
According to the case that Hitzfeld heard, some people were looking for food late at night due to hunger, and suddenly fell down while walking in the alley. Their companions found that their skulls had been opened and the brain in the cranial cavity had been dug out without any trace left.
