She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to rush to those newspaper offices and chop people with a knife.
Being commented on and discussed like this... For Xia Yibing, this is a serious insult to her lover.
She didn't care about the inside story, these people pissed her off! She just wanted to vent!
But the next moment, her movements suddenly stopped.
Another newspaper revealed its cover, which was an enlarged photo. One could see that the background should be the port terminal, and a girl in a long black dress was walking toward the shore under the escort of attendants - this should have been a candid shot by a reporter on the roadside.
The face in the dream, the familiar eye mask...Xia Yibing naturally knew her name.
She was in a state of ups and downs early in the morning, but it was all because of this person...
But that wasn't what gave her pause.
The reason is - the girl in the photo, the person in her dreams, her hairstyle has changed significantly.
No longer are easygoing hairstyles like shoulder-length hair, single braids, and ponytails.
It became solemn.
Become serious.
Being pulled up.
Be restrained.
Passively asserting a certain sovereignty.
As she watched, Xia Yibing suddenly grinned.
“Hahahaha…! Haha!!”
The more you laugh, the happier you are, and the wilder you laugh, the more unrestrained you become.
He grabbed the newspaper, quickly changed his shoes, and rushed out like a whirlwind.
Chapter 3 New Friends
Like Xia Yibing, Hitzfeld is also troubled by the emerging trend.
While they were working hard overseas, the country never stopped working. New things and inventions emerged one after another, and the one with the greatest and most far-reaching impact was undoubtedly the rapid development of communication technology.
"Broadcast?" In the carriage, Daryl looked at the "iron tower" that her princess pointed at, "Does that mean... they have also mastered the means of long-distance communication that does not require a physical connection?"
"It's always been there." Hitzfeld, who was sitting opposite, took his hand back. "Even if it's just a technique with a narrow application range like 'Blood Spirit Technique', they already had it accumulated a lot. It can only be said that it exploded."
"Is this a threat to His Highness?" Daryl narrowed her eyes slightly. "I don't think His Highness is happy about this..."
"No, this is actually a good thing." Hitzfeld held his forehead with his hand. "It's just that, at this point in time, it's not a good thing for Aisuen Hitzfeld."
The rapid development of communication technology will undoubtedly greatly enhance the efficiency of information transmission between units. The most direct impact is that the feudal monarchy's control over remote areas has been greatly enhanced.
She personally had no ambition to be king, and as long as Elwin was still in this position, she would not even think of disrespecting the royal power. The more stable the royal regime was, the better it was for her, and she also needed an increasingly powerful Sarah to fight against the gray fog together.
However, as she said, another direct impact of advanced communication technology is the rapid development of the news industry. There may not be any signs in the small cities further away, but in the capital and in Wayne Port, major newspapers have already set up new broadcasting departments. They sell the newly produced terminal equipment at a relatively affordable price - this is to compete with the price war to seize the market, which indirectly leads to the hottest news during this period, that is, the news of "Earl Xieyang" sweeping at an unprecedented speed.
She didn't like being a star. She had been a standard member of a traveling theater troupe in the past, so that was fine. But now the news was so hot that even the portraits and photos were being hyped. Hitzfeld personally felt that it was a bit too much.
"Is that why you changed your image?" Daryl seemed to understand and looked at her hair tied behind her head.
The girl nodded, "It would save a lot of trouble."
Compared to usual, her outfit was the same. She still wore a long black skirt that reached her calves and black stockings. The only difference was the color of the lining and the style of the shirt - and a dress coat on the outside.
In the past, the gray hair was mostly loose. Either loose or tied into a ponytail, leaving only a very thin braid on the side of the cheek, the length is almost just past the chin. But now the hair has been carefully taken care of, most of it is gathered behind the head and fixed with a dark brown wooden hairpin.
The bangs covering her eyes were naturally moved away... After all, she was a count, and her information was so widely circulated that it was meaningless to cover her left eye with bangs. This exposed most of her face, and the black eye mask was so eye-catching that people felt an invisible majesty while marveling at her beauty, and dared not stare at her too much.
"I think she looks better than before," Daryl commented after looking at her carefully for a while. "She seems more reliable."
Especially the pair of ruby earrings on her ears. The bright red matches her fair skin, making her look quite charming.
You mean "more mature"?
Hitzfeld's brows jumped, but he was too lazy to correct the statement.
Daryl is one of the only remaining mechanical apostles. The biggest difference between mechanical apostles and other "robots" is that their bodies are almost entirely made of metal.
Well, just like Coldis... The only difference is that Coldis had his heart pulled out, while the Mechanical Apostles still have their hearts, which is their only weakness and the reason why she can rest assured about them.
The dead bone ice needles can affect them through their hearts. The principle... Hitzfell feels that it has something to do with the black flames burning on those mechanical centaurs. It seems to be a kind of spiritual material beyond common sense, and some of the characteristics of the black flames seem to have been brought to her along with the ice needle inheritance.
It doesn't matter, these things can be discovered slowly. It's just that Daryl has been away from human society for many years. Although she claims to be able to see through the "dirty human heart", she still inevitably appears stupid in some places.
For example, just now, Daryl obviously wanted to please her. Her heart beat faster when she said that, but some of her knowledge - or vocabulary was still too poor, and sometimes what she said made people laugh and cry.
Daryl is her personal bodyguard, but Hitzfeld always has the illusion that he is leading Ashley.
Fortunately, she is not as good of a eater as Ashley, and it is impossible for her to suddenly explode and rush to hug me without warning...
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but lower her head.
Because the area is too prominent, the inner thigh can no longer be seen.
Her physical development seemed too good compared to other girls of the same age... This was another thing that troubled her.
In fact, she had another guess: her development might be related to her mimicking a goddess.
That was the adventure story in Talignan. She was forced to do so in order to cope with the crisis at that time. In the end, she survived by chance. It seemed that nothing had changed, but she always felt that her left eye... this dishonest eye was manipulating the nutritional energy in her body, trying its best to make her grow into a true goddess.
If this goes on, won't I completely turn into the Mechanical Sun Goddess, or the Sun King Amen-Haven, as time goes by?
Thinking of the back figure he saw in the Gray Mist Temple, Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Just by looking at the back you can tell what a perfect body that is. Being able to replicate a body like that would be the dream of any girl.
But she doesn't like it, she would rather be unique.
Apart from anything else, Xia definitely likes her current face more. If she really wants to become a goddess, how can we get along with her?
Isn’t this blasphemy?
I'm having some random thoughts.
Looking at the street scene receding outside the car window, the girl felt a little emotional.
but……
Compared with the hardships a few months ago and those days of fear, this kind of life where one can let one daydream is probably the best.
Ordinary days were so precious that she simply leaned back in her chair and tried to take a nap, letting Daryl help her keep watch.
The destination of this trip was not the back mountain but the government hall. This was somewhat related to her identity but not that much. It was simply because she had just returned and some identity procedures needed to be confirmed.
Sarah's title and official position are separate, and no one cares if you have a title but no official position. However, Sarah does not practice hereditary nobility, and the descendants of nobles must exchange for merits of the same level to inherit the title, so most nobles can get to the top because of their official positions.
Therefore, there are very few people like this. Hitzfeld received the reward this time based on his meritorious service, and the title of earl also comes with an official position.
But she had just returned after all, and the information about her official position could not be spread out casually like a title. She needed to go to the City Hall to receive the award and then confirm it together.
The news had been passed on long ago, and when she arrived, the chief executive of Kuroki City had been waiting for a long time.
"Front-Kelis, you can just call me Front."
He was a very friendly middle-aged man. He looked to be over 40, but he had maintained a very good figure and had not gained much weight.
In the reception room, Hitzfeld saw a standard heavy sword hanging on the wall.
"That's what I usually use for training." Fu Rong noticed her gaze, "It's just a little hobby that can't be shown on the stage... It can't be compared with the earl's wisdom."
"I think it's true that I'm a moody person as the rumors say, right?" Hitzfeld said with a smile.
She felt that Fu Rong's attitude was a little too enthusiastic.
To put it more extremely: he is a little afraid of her.
"Ahem! This is actually because..." Fu Rong coughed, "This city - the entire Blackwood City should actually be grateful for your dedication. You have saved this place more than once, which is actually equivalent to... saving me."
So that’s what it is, it’s metaphysics.
Hitzfeld finally understood why he acted like this. The reason was simple: she was involved in both the second Golem Curse and the Shadow Poison Needle Case. It was no exaggeration to say that she had made great contributions. The two disasters were nipped in the bud and undoubtedly saved Forron-Kelis's political career. Although he might have been newly transferred after the Golem Curse broke out, this did not prevent him from seeing himself as redeemed.
After all, Hitzfell Manor is located in the back mountains of Blackwood City, and her other property, No. 12 Flo Street, is in the city. She can even be said to be a native of Blackwood City. Which chief executive would be so blind as to let go of such a big shot?
Build good relationships so you can ask for help when you encounter difficulties in the future.
After all, not everyone can achieve extraordinary things, and having some extraordinary relationships is very important.
Hitzfeld was not impatient. She listened to Fu Rong's speech patiently, adding a sentence from time to time to guide the topic in the desired direction.
She doesn't like politics very much, and doesn't plan to get deeply involved in the political game, but she can accept "a little exposure".
It's not for herself, but if she and Xia Yibing still want to continue to develop in Sara, political resources cannot be ignored.
At the very least you have to be in the middle. You can't make enemies everywhere.
Fu Rong saw her attitude and was secretly delighted. He consciously ended the topic and handed the file bag containing the certificate of title, medal of title, and official appointment to the girl.
It was afternoon when she came out. Hitzfeld was free now, and she planned to go to the commercial street to buy some clothes first.
Not only did she buy some for herself, she also planned to pick some for the people she liked, as well as for Ashley, Walnut and the others.
But she is a celebrity now.
There wouldn't be much fan effect in a place like the city hall, but if she dared to get off the car now... her gray hair and eye patch would be too conspicuous.
"In addition to the items on the list, pick out a few clothes of similar style for me." So she asked Daryl to be in charge, "Similar to what I'm wearing, preferably with looser chests, but it doesn't matter if not, you can tailor them yourself after you buy them."
Daryl nodded, placed his right hand on his chest and swore, "I will complete the task!"
It's just buying clothes. I didn't ask you to cover the rear...
As the apostle pushed the door open and was about to leave, Hitzfeld thought again of the destined meeting in the near future.
"Oh, by the way, let's see if there are any styles similar to nun's skirts... If there are any, buy them all, and buy a few more sets of socks and other things."
Daryl saluted again and got out of the car meticulously.
"Huh..." Hitzfeld finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no mirror here, so she had no way of telling whether her face had turned red when she spoke just now. But judging from the rising heat, it probably had.
The red one is not light.
"Fortunately, it was a mechanical apostle with dull emotions, otherwise, if it were someone else, they would definitely ask why..."
Now she finally realized the benefits of having Daryl as her follower. No matter what orders she gave, she would not feel confused, and would obey and carry out the orders.
Having such a follower is really convenient when dealing with some private matters that are too embarrassing to talk about.
But...even so, there is still some information that I don't want Daryl to know.
While he was alone in the carriage, Hitzfeld touched his earrings and whispered, "Regarding the honor of being awarded to us as the 'Secret Keeper Family'... I want to know what you think."
"You disturbed my sleep."
She touched it several times before a lazy voice came from her earring.
"You are not so weak, Ms. Yusilian."
"You are really rude, little Aini. I am the creator of the Imaer family. I am the ancestor of your sweetheart by blood relationship. Shouldn't you be more respectful to me?"
"If you wouldn't be so frivolous all the time, I'd be respectful."
"That sounds really nice! But you have to know... I am not only your good ancestor, but also the closest partner and husband of the Goddess Jiyang. And you have inherited her true blood, so can't I be considered your elder?"
"I just want to ask about the so-called 'Secret Keeper Ceremony'. I don't want to get close to you. Please respect yourself, lady!"
The more Hitzfeld spoke, the more his face darkened. The guy in the earring really deserved a beating. How could the Sun King choose such a guy as his partner and husband?
She must be talking nonsense and exaggerating, right?
In reality, "Lady Yusilian" is Zachariah - the Blood King who personally started the Ancient God War and Elsa's suffering.
This guy is indeed not dead. After separating the power of the blood source, she hid in the body of Wan Ling and fell asleep. If it weren't for Xi Na sacrificing herself to drag the Nine Evil Gods to death together and gather the third blood source swallowed by the Nine Evil Gods, she would not be able to wake up again.
"This has nothing to do with that little girl!" Ms. Yusilian was unhappy. "Although I acknowledge her courage, don't get the cause and effect wrong - it's because she awakened me and I taught her how to use the power of blood, so she can use the spirit of true blood to blow them to death!"
"How else do you think we won? I tried my best to kill them but couldn't because I lacked the True Blood Spirit. The entire battlefield was divided and I couldn't even sense my own body!"
"Then you are actually just a drop of King Zachariah's blood." Hitzfeld began to mock her, "How can you have the nerve to call yourself the goddess's companion?"
"This... every drop of blood is hers!" Ms. Yusilian was furious. "What's the difference!"
"But I have used my divine eyes to look at the time projection. In that scene, the goddess's partner should be a woman with a thorny tail."
