For example, remind her when the monster is walking out of the aisle.
There might still be injuries, but there definitely wouldn't be that many deaths.
But he just watched that thing go by, and in the end he put the blame on her, which was something Hitzfeld could not accept.
What? Are you trying to take advantage of my guilt and make me think that "it's all because of me" and "it's because Aisuen Hitzfeld was so desperate that he had to make this trip" that led to this situation?
impossible.
She didn't accept that logic.
She is awake now.
No longer have any longing or fantasy about some things.
Even if she had obtained the title of "Count" - she might still regard Alwin as a good friend, but she was not a patriot and she was not a Sarayan.
Looking back now, Charuni's suppression and harassment of her before his death had a very clear purpose.
I played the bad guy myself, and then taught my successor to revive me... This made people feel grateful and serve the new king from the bottom of their hearts. This is also a very old-fashioned method of the emperor. Now she can see it clearly.
"Whatever you think." The man exhaled, feeling somewhat helpless and nonchalant.
"I didn't really plan to do anything... I just wanted to return the favor. If you don't like it, that's good."
After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave.
"and many more!"
Xia Yibing called him.
"...The old woman only sent you here?"
She was very suspicious, both about the old woman and what kind of abilities this guy actually had.
"I wasn't sent by her. The people she sent are still waiting for you in Trierred."
The man waved his hand.
"What's your name?" Hitzfeld asked.
"Robo, you can just call me that."
"Are you bringing students here for an inspection?"
"Yes... Although the climate there is harsh, it does contain many prehistoric mysteries. I am responsible for investigating this subject, and I am currently writing a paper on the disappearance of the Willis people."
"The Willis..."
Hitzfeld groaned.
"how."
When the man heard her elongated last word, he stopped and looked back.
"You know the Willis too?"
"The prehistoric survivors who drifted here from the Cambia storm have a mysterious origin and an even more mysterious disappearance." Hitzfeld nodded. "There is a legend that they were sent to this continent by the gods, but there has been no relevant evidence."
"You know so much? It seems you have been prepared, Miss Countess Hitzfeld."
Robb grinned at them.
"I did something wrong after all, so I apologize again."
"If you need help with academic matters, you are welcome to come to me."
Chapter 11: Survivors (two in one)
After Rob left, Hitzfeld asked the crew for boiling water, coal slag and a shovel, and asked them to find a sufficiently strong sealed trash can. She wanted to use boiling water to melt the ice and shovel all the blood and meat into it.
"No, no, no... How can we let you do such a thing? You have already helped a lot, you saved all our lives! You should go back and rest now!"
Upon hearing this, the conductor, Mr. House, immediately came over and waved his hand in objection, as if the girl's request was some kind of transgression.
Seeing this, Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other and guessed that Mr. House must have recognized her identity.
Although Mr. House looks very straightforward and righteous now, he is actually quite afraid of death. Logically, he would be eager for the "secret police" to deal with the mess in carriage No. 4. Then there is no reason for him to stop it and try to please Hitzfeld with words.
There was only one possibility, that was that he recognized her, and he knew that she was a count, a great noble. If his connections in Wayne were deep enough, he might also know that the internal purge that took place not long ago was also closely related to Hitzfeld.
This was indeed the case, and Angel House had already recognized who they were.
He had always heard of the Earl's name, and he knew that people who wanted to curry favor with her and get to know her would line up from the Central Square to Changning Street. Of course, he couldn't miss such an opportunity, and even... he had to take the opportunity to perform well.
"Please let me come, yes you heard me right - let me come."
He took the kettle and shovel from the bewildered crew and started working while talking, saying, "Look at you... Look at how decadent you all are. Do you have any sense of being a Sara citizen? The glory of Xiyang has always been shining on us! How can we be defeated by such difficulties?"
His acting was a bit too exaggerated, Xia Yibing showed a look of disgust, while Hitzfeld couldn't help but want to laugh.
Okay.
She just saw that these people were arguing and quarreling, so she asked to do it herself. Unexpectedly, it seemed to have an unexpected effect, not only causing the conductor to work hard to show off, but also stimulating several young men in the crew.
We argued before because we didn't want to be ordered to do hard labor by the stingy Mr. House. But this is a sweet and lovely lady in front of us!
How can we let such people do the cleanup work?
It's not that he wanted to show his affection to Hitzfeld, but the education he received over the years made him feel that delicate women and children should be protected by himself.
So it's a matter of self-esteem...
Hitzfeld could probably understand this state of mind, so she didn't force anything. She just told these people to "notify her immediately if there is any unusual movement of the Nightmare corpse", and then she and Xia Yibing took Lily back to carriage No. 5.
There were many people in the aisle of carriage No. 5.
It wasn't the passengers in the hard seats and dining car at the back - after hearing about the accident, those people wanted to squeeze as far back as possible, and few dared to get close.
This was a group of young people, more than twenty in total, most of them were young and beautiful girls around fifteen years old. There were only two thin boys leaning at the back, one of them looked over with curiosity, while the other squinted his eyes with some disdain.
"What are you doing here?"
Xia Yibing thought they were going to cause trouble, so she stood in front of the girl and walked towards them quickly.
"You are the students brought by Luo Bo, right? From what he said, you should be studying ancient literature and history? Then you'd better not get too close. Some of the things you see will make you lose your appetite."
Having been in a high position for more than a year, her momentum was extraordinary. This group of children who had not yet fully entered the society were immediately frightened by her. Some timid girls shrank behind their friends, but still couldn't help but peeking out.
"No...it's not like that!" The girl leading the group insisted, "We don't want to go to the front, ma'am! We are...we know you guys will be busy in the front, and the Earl didn't close the door when he came out, so we're afraid someone might sneak in to take something...so...we're just watching here!"
Is it because of this?
Xia Yibing was dumbfounded. She found that she seemed to have wronged these children and her expression became a little stiff.
"Let me do it." Hitzfeld muttered, then turned sideways and walked to the front, staring at the girl who was speaking and said, "Thank you, may I know your name?"
"My...my name is Esther! Esther Murphy!"
The girl was so nervous that she even took a small step back the moment she stepped forward. However, she still mustered up the courage to answer the question and said her name accurately.
Hitzfeld saw that she had a very eye-catching milky white skin. Her facial features were not very delicate, but they were pretty enough. Her hands were always crossed in front of her body, and even when she was most nervous, she would just pinch her left wrist with her right hand.
He has received a good education and is likely to come from a prominent family.
She made a judgment.
There is a difference between socialites and socialites. In Hitzfeld's mind, the lowest level of socialites are undoubtedly those women who only know how to pursue perfume and powder, hang out in salons, theaters and other places all day long, and are not very decent themselves.
She had nothing in common with those people. If they just loved beauty, she would not discriminate against them, but their purpose in pursuing fame and fortune was to hook up with nobles greater than their families and men stronger than their fathers, and even to spread the news in small circles as a topic of conversation. This was behavior she could not tolerate.
She would feel that the sacrifices of many people, including her own, had been wasted.
But the girl in front of him... Esther Murphy, her fingers were white but not delicate. Although they were not the kind of hands used for farm work, they were definitely not the kind of "powdered claws" with long nails.
"Your grandfather is Professor Murphy?" Xia Yibing reacted at this time, "The expert in the field of literature and history, the master of archaeology?"
"Yes!" Esther recovered a little. She took a deep breath and added in a very low voice, "Professor Robb's last name is also Murphy..."
"Huh?" Xia Yibing was stunned again, "He is your father?"
Esther's lips twitched, but she didn't reply.
"Okay." Hitzfeld suddenly said, "Now that everything is settled, there's no need for you to stop here."
"Ester."
"Eh? Hmm!"
"Thank you, you did a great job. Your classmates should listen to you, right? Organize them to go back and rest. It's best for them to stay in the carriage during this period of time."
"Oh oh...ok!"
The little girl listened to her very much. Everyone could see that she had some admiration for this place. She immediately organized the crowd to go back to their respective homes as Hitzfeld said, and the corridor suddenly became empty.
"You're quite popular with the kids."
Xia Yibing followed her into the bedroom, holding the dog leash tightly in her hand.
"I can't believe you have students everywhere."
She was obviously unhappy. Lily looked up at her, her ears drooping and not daring to make a sound. She quietly crawled to the side, curled up into a ball, and buried her head.
Hitzfeld responded by turning around suddenly and pecked her on the lips before anyone could react.
Xia Yibing was stunned, touching her lips and unable to speak.
"Don't bother with a bunch of kids."
Hitzfeld walked around and closed the door, then turned around and said, "You should be able to tell that Professor Robb changed his last name because of Esther's mother."
what?
Xia Yibing frowned, and thought about it carefully and it was true.
I asked her if Robbo was her father. Logically speaking, this was not an out of the ordinary question, but the child didn't say a word and seemed a little embarrassed.
That's not the case - Robbo should not be her biological father, but she also said that Robbo's surname was also Murphy. It is likely that something happened in her original family, and later her mother met Robbo and chose to remarry. Robbo made sacrifices for various reasons and changed his surname to his wife's.
By the way, Old Murphy is an antique expert in this field, and Rob is also in this field. Maybe he did this out of admiration for Old Murphy.
Or maybe it's to protect the reputation of the Murphy family...it can be any of these reasons.
"They are nominally still father and son," Hitzfeld said. "That's why he always calls himself Rob, because his 'daughter' is in the team he leads, and if he keeps emphasizing the word 'Murphy', others will feel uncomfortable."
It feels like a relative, right?
Xia Yibing understood that it was Robo who was protecting the child.
At the same time, she suddenly understood why Robo did not choose to stop the Nightmare Egg Sheath before Car No. 5, but let it enter Car No. 4.
There is a daughter in the team...
Ok……
"I'm not saying I agree with his approach." Hitzfeld let down his hair and shook his head, "but I can understand it to some extent..."
"At least I don't look down on him anymore."
"Woo~~"
Lily seemed to see that their atmosphere had returned to normal, and she jumped up and tried to pounce on her.
It hasn't walked enough and wants the two of them to take it out for a few more laps.
"Get aside!"
Xia Yibing raised her foot to push it away, and hugged the girl like a child.
"I took you out for a walk and something like this happened... You need to reflect on this!"
She pointed at Lily, and Lily stared at her innocently. This scene really amused Hitzfeld, and he lay on the woman and laughed until he was shaking.
"Then..." She gradually calmed down, "I'm a little tired... How about we wash up and go to bed?"
Xia Yibing naturally had no objection, but because she had taken a nap at noon and was not sleepy at all, she asked Hitzfeld to wash his hands and come back to rest, and she sat beside her to keep an eye on her.
While the girl was washing up, Xia Yibing walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. When she turned around, she saw a book on the table next to her.
I picked it up and saw, "The Mystery of Willis".
What a strange name... Willis... I think Aisuen mentioned this word to Robbo just now?
Tilting her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, Xia Yibing opened the hard cover of the book, dipped her fingers in saliva and began to turn the pages quickly.
The Mystery of Willis is not a very thick book. It is more of a ghost story than a literary history - that is, it is based on literary history and combines the author's personal understanding to expand some content that is most likely fabricated.
