She spoke ancient Sarai.
Hitzfeld immediately noticed the difference.
And it wasn't the ancient Sara language she knew, but a more streamlined and somewhat differentiated language, but enough to be understood.
"Yeah……"
"So this is the consequence..."
"Evil God..."
"Outer God..."
"Ah!" Hitzfeld was forced to scream in pain again.
The woman's voice sounded very comfortable. Letting it spread in my ears and create ripples, the pain of being twisted by the tentacles was also alleviated a lot.
But, just when she mentioned the word "Outer God".
The pain suddenly intensified.
It was as if it wanted to crush her brain and break out of her head, it was so strong that it was unbearable.
"this……!"
In the eyes of Ferdinand and Aglaia, the gray-haired girl was staring with her one eye, her lips slightly open, half of her tongue sticking out, and her hands tightly pinching her neck, looking like she was about to suffocate.
The strangest thing was that even after all this, her one eye did not move away from the pages of the book, and was still staring at the whirlpools.
"Aglaia--" Ferdinand cried, "come here--close the book!"
A look of shock and confusion flashed across Aglaia's face, but he immediately ran over and slammed the cover shut as ordered.
The vortex is gone.
The pain was also rapidly easing.
Hitzfeld could feel her real self - Ferdinand supporting her from the right.
But she also had another feeling.
That is.
her body.
The body of her that was now half-kneeling on the ground also existed in this gray fog temple.
"hehe……"
"Are you feeling better, Hitzfeld?"
Ferdinand kept hitting the girl's back with his fists, trying to help her calm down while lowering his head to ask her.
He was really scared.
Before things changed, he never expected Hitzfeld to have such a strong reaction.
Hitzfeld could hear him, but she didn't want to answer.
She existed in two spaces at the same time, because the woman's presence in the Gray Mist Temple was too strong, and all her energy was focused on her, leaving her no time to care about anything else.
Will she turn around?
Hitzfeld stared at the back.
"Who are you……"
"My name doesn't matter."
A faint echo floated in the temple.
"What matters is this statement: Unexpressed emotions never die. They are simply buried alive to emerge in uglier ways in the future."
"And then, Esun Hitzfeld—"
She saw her reach out her right hand, grasp the sword with an extremely gentle movement, as if caressing a lover's back, and turn it slightly.
"It's time for you to go."
Instinctively, Hitzfeld looked at the sword.
She only saw a bright golden light shining at the intersection of the hilt and the blade, that is, the intersection of the cross.
The light devoured everything like a scorching sun, including her own. Her already weak spiritual consciousness was burned to ashes in an instant.
The actual experience is that your eyes flash forward and then darken.
She came completely back to reality.
"Hitzfeld!"
Seeing the blue-eyed man regain his spirit, Ferdinand finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aglaia, get some more hot water."
"Oh!"
"Wait... change it to hot chocolate!"
"Ok!"
The two men began to serve the girl in a hurry, supporting her and giving her hot drinks, which made Hitzfeld laugh and cry.
"I'm fine, Professor."
She sternly rejected Ferdinand's attempt to give her a third cup of chocolate.
"I'm much better now...really, it was just an accident."
"It's okay."
Ferdinand nodded slightly, then shook his head repeatedly.
"Those vortices - I did notice that they have a suction effect on spiritual thoughts."
"But neither I nor Aglaia reacted that much. We just felt a little dizzy after staring at it. I thought you had a similar reaction, but I didn't expect——"
"Anyway, this is my mistake. I must apologize to you. I'm sorry, Hitzfeld."
Hitzfeld was also shaking his head.
She didn't think Ferdinand had to apologize.
Shifting her gaze to the code book, she remembered the words the blonde had given her.
[Unexpressed emotions never die...]
Unexpressed...
Ancient Sarai is exquisite and concise, and one word can have many meanings.
"Unexpressed" can also be interpreted as "not appearing".
So could it be the possibility she was thinking of...
And those tentacles...
The barrier that prevents them from extending downward.
Could it be...
Squint slightly.
Under the confused gazes of the other two, Hitzfeld touched the black collar around his neck.
Chapter 41: Origin of the Book
Hitzfeld also knew that this thing looked ungentlemanly.
However, ever since she woke up in this world, she has never been able to take off the collar.
Its material is very special, a bit like leather, but soft on the outside and hard on the inside. No matter whether it is torn or cut with scissors, no mark can be left on it.
And it feels very gentle to wear. Normally, no matter what material it is made of, wearing it day and night will wear out the skin, or at least make people feel very uncomfortable.
This thing is an exception, and sometimes Hitzfeld even ignores it.
Because it hadn't shown anything special and had almost no presence, Hitzfeld had basically given up on getting rid of it.
If you think positively, there is no need to understand it as a collar.
Chokers, clasps, and even special necklaces...it doesn't seem unacceptable to look at it this way.
She knew why she could see those things just now - they were all gifts from her left eye.
She once thought it was the eye of an evil god, but later, after a series of speculations and evidence, she thought it was one of the eyes of the Sun King.
She thought that the objective effect of this thing was positive and constructive.
Now my extremely weak spirit and deeply troubled insomnia... these are just the necessary prices to pay for reaching the extraordinary.
But now all these ideas are going to be overturned.
It was because she saw those tentacles, those thin, twisting monsters extending from behind her left eyeball and spreading across her head and neck.
So this collar wasn't put on her for no reason?
That barrier, is it related to it?
Was it what stopped those tentacles from spreading into my organs below my neck?
This matter was different from the cases she handled, and her attention was immediately diverted here.
After all, whether the death ticket case is solved or not will not have much impact on her. But if the problem of her body is not figured out and the bad part is not solved, she may die.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but imagine what would happen if there was no collar, no barrier, and these tentacles were allowed to extend.
…She didn’t think the answer would be optimistic.
This is erosion—
Yes, she confirmed, the Eye was eating away at her body.
Judging from the fact that she couldn't feel any unusual movement of the tentacles at all, the purpose of the eyes growing them was not to hurt her.
It's more like an invasion, a fusion.
The tentacles that spread into her brain had their tips completely fused with her brain tissue.
They are basically grown together, which is why they caused such intense stimulation just now.
Based on this point, it can be inferred that the purpose of those tentacles that have not yet fused and are piled up at the neck, their drilling downwards, is to further merge with her body.
As for the consequence of the fusion, will it bring more special powers or cause her to be completely controlled by the eyes, or even further deformed into a monster... Hitzfeld is now more inclined to the latter possibility.
Maybe I'll have to go to the library soon.
She thought so.
It's not that she looks down on others, but - if she wants to solve this level of trouble, looking at the entire Changxia, only the Wheel of Fortune can give her hope.
She was constantly thinking, which in Ferdinand's eyes was evidence of being too tired.
So the decryption work was stopped directly, the book was put away by Ferdinand, and then he took Hitzfeld to the backyard and brought a recliner for her to lean on.
"Professor." Seeing him turn around and want to leave, Hitzfeld quickly called him.
"What?" Ferdinand turned around immediately, "Want something to drink or eat?"
"..." Hitzfeld was speechless.
She once again refreshed her understanding of Ferdinand as a person.
All along, no matter what others said or the stories she heard from somewhere, they all told her that "Ferdinand was a very rigid person."
She actually had reservations about this, because in her dealings with Ferdinand, he behaved fairly normally.
He can laugh, talks quite a lot, and has rich facial expressions during class. He looks quite normal.
However, she now thinks differently. She admits that those people are right. This person is completely hopeless in terms of emotional intelligence.
It is true that she is not familiar with this person and is not an important person to him, but at least she is a guest today, right?
A guest had a problem at home, and he thought the best response was to leave her lying in the yard?
Did he think that the fresh air, elegance and quietness here would be convenient for her to rest and restore her energy?
