As a result, the noise in the corridor attracted Ashley again. Hitzfeld's warnings were futile, and he was forced to accept a third person to join the cleaning team.
Then Daryl was alarmed again... The mechanical apostle thought for a while and concluded that "it would be incompetent to make His Highness expend extra energy as a guard", and without saying a word, he snatched away the only mop left by Hitzfeld.
Well, now the rag belongs to Walnut and the mop belongs to Daryl, and they are all in Ashley's hands, so I have nothing to do at all.
Oh no, there are still.
Exhorting them to do their best, Hitzfeld went downstairs and patrolled the area around the manor with a lantern.
Especially the workshop behind the wooden bridge, a place she missed so much that she had to unlock it, go in to take a look, and touch the rusty tools before she was willing to leave.
After such hard work, coupled with the fatigue and tiredness from the journey, her eyelids were already drooping.
Of course I feel tired, but I also feel very fulfilled.
I have witnessed sacrifice and darkness, and that is why I can appreciate the preciousness of this peace.
Finally, they entered the cemetery in the courtyard and came to a wooden sculpture of a hugging figure. The girl stayed here for a long time before finally taking the first step towards the mansion.
After I came back, I checked the cleaning first and found that most of the work had been done.
This makes sense: her absence for a few months doesn't mean that no one has taken care of the house during this time, Walnut is always there. The accumulation of dust in the house may not have lasted for three days, and many places were skipped after being touched without any dust, which is certainly a fast progress.
"Then go to bed." Hitzfeld officially announced, "You can take a break during these two days. Ashley can take a leave, but the price is that I will check her progress in cultural courses."
Ashley was halfway through cheering when she heard the second half of the sentence. The smile on her face fell halfway, and she went back to her room muttering to herself.
It took some time to arrange a place for Daryl to live. She insisted on staying in the same room with the girl, but Hitzfeld couldn't stand the thought of having a non-human humanoid creature staring at her in the room while she slept, so after much persuasion, he arranged for her to move to the bedroom opposite.
"This stupid apostle..."
After taking off his clothes and slowly sinking into the hot water, Hitzfeld breathed in comfort while complaining, "Hasn't she ever thought that I don't need her protection?"
The Mechanical Princess' authority over the Apostles and Privates comes from the Dead Bone Ice Needles. With such a spirit, her combat power is actually stronger than that of the Apostles.
"But robots can stay awake, but you can't."
The voice of Ms. Yusilian came from the heat. She had taken off the earrings and put them on the shelf. She began to sneer at her words.
"I used to be able to stay awake." Hitzfeld's eyebrows jumped. "Even now, staying up all night for a few days is nothing to me."
"That's not a good habit, dear." Ms. Yusilian said frivolously, "It's the sequelae of insomnia. You've been troubled by insomnia for too long. The most fatal thing is that you once obtained the Nature Orb. On the one hand, your body is used to the feeling of sleepiness and fatigue. On the other hand, you subconsciously think that staying up late is not a problem and that you have ways to cure the loss."
"This is not good. Over time, your mind and body will have problems. I recommend that you try your best to adjust your biological clock and get a good rest like a normal person."
"...You really know a lot, Ms. Yusilian."
"Of course. I am the great queen of the Mimics, the eternal ruler of the Latadians, the supreme master of the art of fusion, the heir of the Spear of Destruction, the King of Blood, and the most beloved lover of the Sun King Amen Harwin, Eusirion Vincent Zachariah—"
"A drop of blood." Hitzfeld added.
Then she fully realized why many people like to sing in the bathroom - the amplification and echo effects are really great...
"I have something to ask you, Ms. Yusilian."
After she had finished venting, Hitzfeld spoke back.
"Hmph, you pissed me off. I decided not to respond to any of your requests."
"I want to know if my body has been affected by the Sun King's true blood, and if so, whether I will become another of her in the future."
"Oh?"
The shelf shook slightly, and after a moment she saw a miniature bird's head emerge from behind the baffle.
It was also blood red, with a blood crystal texture that was different from feathers. The bird fluttered its wings and landed on the edge of the bathtub, and she could vaguely tell that it had turned into a crow.
"Not even close."
Blood Crow looked at her carefully and shook his head.
"My face can't compare."
"The height and figure are not comparable."
"The hair luster can't be compared."
"You're not good at anything. Your only advantage is that you have a soft temper."
"Am I soft?"
"This softness is compared to her."
Hitzfeld was inexplicably happy. She was already very satisfied with her current appearance and had no desire to continue "evolving".
At this time, Blood Raven noticed her collar.
This leather collar...it is actually a protection from the "mother". It cannot be taken off at all and must be worn even when taking a bath.
"This thing..."
"This is what my mother left me." Hitzfeld said lightly.
Although she didn't seem to care, she still sank a little deeper into the water, letting the water reach her chin.
"A very ancient blood curse." Blood Crow looked up as if recalling, "It uses blood as a driving force... It's one of the few blood curses that can also work on real blood. With this thing, at least your body won't be affected."
"By the way, your name is Hitzfeld?"
"That's my last name."
"I do seem to remember there was a plan to launch an alien space, but what it was called? I mean, was that family the Hitzfeld family, was it just the Hitzfeld family? I can't remember it at all."
"Because you are just a drop of blood?"
"Are you looking down on me? At that level, even if I cannot be called a true god, my status is almost the same as the four ancient gods. A drop of my blood is enough to travel through space alone. Who are you looking down on with just a little bit of information?"
"That's why."
"Secret Keeper Contract."
Blood Crow uttered a word that they were all familiar with.
"You underestimate the 'Secret Keeper', little Annie... That's her 'Secret Keeper', it's hers alone, and no one else can know the details except her."
"You are her husband? You can't?"
"Neither can I."
Blood Crow nodded.
"And I never thought that couples should talk about everything."
Hitzfeld thought about it and asked in confusion, "What if you knew it before the Secret Keeper Ceremony was established?"
"The memory of this part will be erased."
"So exaggerated?"
"This is Ling Yan. Do you think it's something frivolous?"
"What if - I mean what if, this time many people in Aisha have learned the secret of the divine blood, although they don't know as much as we do, but at least they have guessed the relationship between the Aisha King and Alvin."
After all, with such a big penis, those people would have doubts unless they were fools.
"What if these people are excluded from the Secret Keeper Ceremony?" she asked, "If it is really only Xiasha and I who sign the contract with her... will those people's memories of the secret also disappear?"
"It will disappear." Blood Crow nodded.
"So for your own safety, I suggest you go to the capital as soon as possible to complete the final ritual."
"I will."
Hitzfeld said no more.
Next, the Blood Crow would jump up and down on the edge of the bathtub from time to time, and his words and deeds were full of urging her to go to the capital to keep the appointment.
Hitzfeld knew that she was still thinking about getting Alwin pregnant, but there was no way she could fulfill her wish.
Alwin is beautiful, pretty, and gentle, and is indeed a perfect marriage partner.
They always say that I am gentle, but in fact, Elwin is much gentler than me. She is really a very likable ruler, and I like her from the bottom of my heart.
Even if they were just considering the overall situation - for example, maybe Ms. Yusilian thought that the combination of divine blood and divine blood was best - they were indeed the most suitable, but Hitzfeld still had his own selfish desires and ideas.
That was not any feeling related to "love", she was very clear about that.
How to put it... The love history of the Sun King opened her eyes. She fully understood and respected the choices of these people, but if she were to try to imitate them herself, she felt that she could not do it.
Love is always selfish, just like if she were asked to fantasize now... to imagine Xia hugging another woman, being intimate, kissing... she would feel as if her heart was being cut by a knife. She felt that if she did the same, Xia would have similar feelings.
How is she qualified to do this?
This is disrespectful to everyone. At least in her opinion, she could not accept such a relationship.
"rigid!"
After repeated persuasion had no effect, Blood Crow was so angry that he said, "Why don't you just write her name on your butt!"
"You are insulting me, Ms. Yusilian."
Hitzfeld retorted in all seriousness.
"According to what you said, you and the Sun King did not get along so well from the beginning. The reason why you were willing to accept such a relationship was mainly because you had fought side by side with each other for so long that all your feelings and resentments were smoothed out, making you feel that the fact of 'being together' itself was more important than that meaningless dispute."
"That's right! That's it!"
"What if you didn't have such an experience?" The girl tilted her head. "What if your relationship didn't reach that level before you became immortal? Would you still accept that she had another lover?"
"Don't even think about it." Blood Crow answered directly, and then was choked by his own words.
"Okay, I know what you want to say..."
The bird looked a little dejected.
"You have your own ideas... That's good... Ha! If she had thought the same way at the beginning... Never mind, then I might not have any business..."
"So am I." Hitzfeld achieved his goal, stroking his hair and smiling.
"I belong only to her."
"She belongs only to me."
"I just want this... I don't want to think about anything more."
"What if this will lead to worse consequences?" Blood Crow stared at her.
"Namiya only has this much Sun's True Blood left. If you get married, the child you give birth to will have a chance to combine the two True Bloods. She will be the most perfect leader of the next era. You will miss the opportunity to start this era..."
"I have also sacrificed a lot, Ms. Yusilian." The girl interrupted her.
"I've given so much...even to Coldis."
She paused.
"Only in this matter do I want to have the power to choose on my own."
Blood Crow shook his head: "Whatever you want."
It turned into two ruby pendants again and lay there motionless.
Hitzfeld was finally free, which was quite refreshing as she felt she had vented her emotions and gained recognition from her elders. She stretched out her body again, paddled her hands and feet back and forth in the water, and hummed happily.
But if you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries.
It was only as she sat on the bed and dried her hair that she recalled the question she had originally asked.
Ms. Yusilian said that my physical development has nothing to do with the Divine Eye?
Doesn't that mean this is my original talent?
Her movements gradually stopped, and she put the towel on her thighs and began to stare blankly.
My body was transformed from my original body... Does this mean that I was born to be a girl...
Bow down.
No towels in sight.
She hoped these two guys wouldn't grow any bigger.
the next day.
Hitzfeld was awakened by the earrings placed next to his pillow.
"Get up!"
The earrings are shaped like small trumpets.
