"..."
At this moment, Xia Yibing's nerves were tense.
She saw it clearly, when the girl mentioned this word, Amara…his eyes also began to flicker synchronously.
His jaw muscles were wriggling, his fists were clenching, and the muscles under his clothes were tense and contracting, like a dormant cheetah that could suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.
Hitzfeld was not afraid. She did nothing. A giant flaming python and a bony snake approached Amara from both sides, almost eye to eye with him.
Under this kind of force, the madness in Amora's eyes quickly faded. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a dark golden, tattered metal headband.
"I don't recommend you take it directly."
He hesitated.
"This thing is very evil, be careful not to be bewitched by it."
Hitzfeld wanted to say that it didn't matter, because even a rookie like Amara could hold it, so as long as she didn't wear it formally on her head and just held it with her hands, it would be fine.
But Xia Yibing came over immediately... She first stretched out her hand to stop Hitzfeld from touching her, then carefully took out a pair of metal tweezers and used the tweezers to pick up the metal headband.
Amura: "..."
Hitzfeld: “…”
There were footsteps in the corridor. It should be the agents crowding up.
At the last moment, Xia Yibing suddenly asked the prisoner: "Have you ever thought about it?"
Amura was stunned: "What did you think about?"
"That painting - you should know who created it. Have you ever thought that the person who cooperated with you had impure motives and actually just wanted to use you to achieve his personal ambitions?"
Amora pursed her lips: "Of course I have thought about it."
"Let me put it this way, ma'am. It is precisely because I know who the artist of that painting is that I made the following series of choices."
"Because I know what they are doing now is not a 'revolution'."
"I don't intend to let this thing fall into their hands either."
……
Amera is taken away.
Square face, Beetle... One car after another drove in quickly, surrounding No. 306. Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing stood at the door, watching him being escorted into the car with stiff steps, and he was still holding the photo album in his hand before he disappeared.
"Are you sure now?"
Hitzfeld felt a breath above his head, and at the same time, a pair of hands reached out from behind and gently wrapped around his waist.
"The mysteries of both cases have been solved... The remaining murderer is basically identified as Barish. It just so happens that Alvin is about to investigate the nobles in the capital. We just need to report it and let them execute it violently. We can just wait and see."
"Then you can rest."
Xia Yibing tilted her head slightly, and her nose sniffed from the girl's hair all the way to her ears, and then rubbed up to her neck.
It is not about lust, but because of excessive fatigue, the instinctive desire to seek spiritual comfort.
Although the case was solved and the cause of Alfred's death and various details were investigated, he was still someone they knew.
Xia Yibing still felt lost, as if something was missing in her heart.
"rest?"
Hitzfeld sighed quietly.
"We can't rest now..."
how?
Xia Yibing frowned.
What else is there to do?
The cause and effect have been figured out, and even the most important crown has been obtained. What else is there to do?
"Before I asked you to set up this trap, I stayed at the White Shadow Palace for one night." The girl said, "Aren't you curious about what Alvin and I were talking about for so long?"
how could I know.
Xia Yibing's face was turning darker.
Although she knew that nothing was likely to happen between Aisuen and Alwin, she still cared a lot about the girl spending the night in the palace.
Out of respect for Aisuen, she had never mentioned it... But now, Aisuen had brought it up himself and asked her to guess.
How could she guess?
Guess they spent the whole night studying mechanical devices?
"I told you, relying solely on the light of salvation and these people is not enough to cause a major turmoil."
Hitzfeld shook his head.
"They are the 'trigger' and the 'catfish'. The manipulators just want to use them to trigger a bigger chaos. This chaos is bound to sweep up all Wayne people, from the powerful officials to the beggars. No one in this city can stay out of it."
"impossible."
Xia Yibing's first reaction was disbelief.
Even if the data exaggerated by Amara is true, just count them as 2,000 people. As long as the White Shadow Palace is determined, it will be enough to use a part of the power of the Flint Knights to clean them out.
How could that possibly cause the kind of chaos that Esun was talking about?
Even with Barish's support, it would be impossible.
"Of course it won't work just like this, but adding a name makes it different."
Hitzfeld reminded her.
"Have you forgotten?"
"Alwin is not known by that name to the public."
Chapter 83: The Cage of Power
The sun disappeared over the end of the mountain. When the hour hand and minute hand overlapped at half past five, the last ray of light faded away, symbolizing that a bustling city officially entered the curtain of night.
Compared to any other year, Wien in 1986 was very different. The rediscovery of alternating current meant that the city no longer needed to carefully calculate its nighttime electricity consumption, and the recent surge in the popularity of sailing and business had greatly increased the city's population. The combination of the two made Wien's nightlife richer and more prosperous than ever before, and it had gradually acquired a touch of "modern" style.
Under the flashing neon lights, a car stopped on the side of the road.
This is not an ordinary car. If you are a connoisseur, you can recognize it just by looking at its front face outline - although the car logo has been deliberately removed, it is actually an advanced version of the Kainuo Lion, the Kainuo Duke.
The current market price of this thing is 12 Sera gold coins, and there is no market for it because Skye Industries, the original manufacturer, has gone bankrupt and been taken over. Those who are lucky enough to buy it are not short of money and will not resell it.
A tall man hurried out from the neon lights, looked around to make sure no one was following him, then opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
Duke Keno started the car immediately and slowly drove away from the neighborhood.
"You're being followed."
The woman driving the car said softly.
Her figure was shrouded in shadow, but from the angle of the street light, one could see the wrinkles on her hands, which was enough to prove that she was not young.
This is true, because Rose Dodge is a grandmother to Heltim. He had heard a lot about the legend of the genius Barish from Lu Lun since he was a child. Like Lu Lun, he also felt sorry for how this "Grandma Rose" married an ignorant painter.
From then on, Rose no longer used the last name Barish.
She is the mistress of the Dodge family. Her stance and perspective on things are completely different from Barish's.
It's just that the relationship between the two families is indeed special. Heltim knows some details. That is because his grandfather helped Eumli Dodge, the stinky painter, and married Rose to him, Eumli did not separate from Barish according to the rules after he rose to power, and the two families still kept in touch through letters.
Especially Lu Lun, his father would get angry and hit him on the forehead at any time, every time he encountered an important matter, he would write a letter to find Rose, as if he didn't know what to do without this grandmother.
Of course, Hailtim didn't dare to say this, no matter who he was in front of.
But after hearing this accusation, he couldn't help but defend himself: "But I turned back three times..."
"It's because of your behavior that they doubt you."
Rose interrupted him, reaching up to remove a cigarette from her lips and gently blowing the smoke out the window.
The lines on her face are very deep, but her facial contours are well maintained, and one can still see the shadow of her youthful elegance.
Her manners were also quite elegant; even the way she inhaled, exhaled, and flicked the ash looked extremely expensive.
Heltim was completely attracted by her actions. He couldn't help but think that he was so popular with girls, even the daughters of nobles and officials were crazy about him, but he had never seen anyone with a temperament similar to Grandma Rose.
Who is the closest person?
Well, apart from the daughters of those ministers, he unexpectedly discovered that the closest person was the Earl Xieyang who had made him angry.
Is it because she became a count at such a young age?
It didn't seem so... He listened to her lecture for half of the class, and her calmness, sophistication, and composure left a deep impression on him. She was different from any other girl he had ever seen, and it must be due to wisdom - it was wisdom that gave her an intellectual temperament.
"You're thinking about women?"
Rose could tell at a glance that he was daydreaming, so she reached out and burned his hand with the cigarette butt.
"Ow!"
Heltim cried out while covering the burned area.
"You should learn from your memory." Rose continued to look ahead. "Now you should understand what your Grandpa Dodge is doing."
"I did peek at the reply letter." Heldim stammered, "But I don't understand... should we really..."
"It's not something you can decide on." Rose interrupted him, "This is treason, to put it bluntly. Have you ever seen a rebellious relative be pardoned?"
Heltim shook his head slowly.
"But I still don't understand." There was some confusion in his eyes at this time, "Why, Your Majesty... Why do you say that Your Majesty is the usurper?"
"Because she is not 'Xilu-Asfen-Sala'." Rose said, "The real Princess Xilu has probably met with an accident. Considering that the old royal party revolted before the late king's death, the entire capital was in chaos. We believe that someone has usurped Princess Xilu's identity, and the person sitting on the throne now is not a legitimate royal family member."
"But the Tree People..."
At least Heldim was not stupid enough. He thought, if this was the case, how could the tree people remain indifferent?
After all, the nobles of their level knew that the Treemen were the guardians of the royal power and the most steadfast allies of the Poplarwood royal family. If the current king was a fake as the other party said, the Treemen should be the first to discover it.
But the fact is that nothing happened.
The Treemen fully support the new king, and the new king can also drive the mechanical sun. This is enough to prove that the new king has no problem with his identity and bloodline.
But he had to swallow the rest of his words because the old woman on his left was looking at him with a terrifying look.
Heldim suddenly realized - if their family... strictly speaking, the rebellion started with that stinky painter, then it was obvious that they needed a suitable excuse, or a name.
Only with such a name can they make a bigger noise, and only with a name like "illegitimate position" can they pull as many people as possible into this vortex and induce them to support this side.
So it doesn’t matter whether this name is true or not.
As long as the royal family cannot prove that the current king is "Shiru-Asfen-Sala", they have the opportunity to stir up an unprecedented storm.
In other words, relying on public opinion to force the royal family to make concessions to the nobles?
Or do they really want to "force the emperor to reform the system" as written in the letter?
What "republic" and what "parliament"... There are a lot of incomprehensible words in it. Heltim feels dizzy just thinking about it now.
He had absolutely no idea how the situation had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
He has no ambition... Lu Lun has already told him the family's development plan for the next ten years, which is to "maintain the status quo." He has also repeatedly warned him not to cause trouble for the family outside.
Why did it suddenly become like this?
“Sometimes it’s not okay if you don’t fight.”
Rose took another drag on her cigarette.
"Your father is a mediocre man. He can rely on experience to do things, but he can't see the future. He can't smell the fishy smell of the knife above his head."
What did she say…?
Heldim was stunned.
Could it be... related to Lawrence's retreat?
Is the White Shadow Palace really going to make a big move? And what they are doing here is just to fight against the king?
They are not rebelling, but saving their lives?
