But you saved me too!
Ashley growled inwardly.
...more than once!
"Don't think too much if you're not yet an adult." Hitzfeld waved the spatula in the air. "I'll go sort out the things they bought first, and then I'll go upstairs to see them... In the meantime, could you please prepare the meat?"
"Ah..." Ashley opened her mouth and stammered, "This... I think it should be okay..."
"Then I'll leave it to you~"
Ashley watched as she came over and wiped the foam off her face.
"Don't think too much."
"You can come and help me whenever you want."
Ignoring the "strong girl" who was so moved that she was about to burst into tears, Hitzfeld returned to the living room, pinching his temple, thinking that he had finally dealt with one problem.
Unprofessional people like to do immature things, and immature people are always daydreaming.
Should I be glad that Emily was precocious in this regard?
But she was too precocious...she actually had such a romantic thought about Alvin!
Xia Shi has never made a clear statement on this matter, but judging from her tone, she seems to be quite in favor of it.
These people are really messing around...
"Your Majesty."
Seeing her coming, Nian Lun immediately stood up from his chair and saluted her.
She can be casual on the phone or in a letter, but she will never lose her manners in person.
“Oh…!” Hitzfeld came back to his senses from a trance, “It’s His Majesty the Crown of Annual Rings…”
“Your Majesty.” Nian Lun bit the word as if he was going to kill someone. “If the bishops under my command knew that you addressed me like this, I would be executed on the guillotine tomorrow.”
"It doesn't matter, right?" Hitzfeld was sweating a little. "You're a tree man anyway... You won't die if I chop off your head, right?"
Is she really kidding?
"Ahem!" Seeing her squinting at him with dead fish eyes, Hitzfeld felt relieved, "Okay... I'll call you Ruth."
"So Ruth, have you taken your friend's request to heart?"
"Of course, I have already brought the three 'relics' you requested from the secret treasure house of the Tree People."
"Huh? Why didn't I see it?"
"We each took it. Imar asked about it on the way. They just took it upstairs."
"Is it……"
Hitzfeld looked at the tree rings, then looked again at the white-bearded old man sitting across from the tea table.
That's ancient.
An ancient tree man from Aisha who witnessed the rise and fall of the Imaar family.
This guy and Walnut are the two managers of the manor. Walnut is more responsible for the house, while the old man is more responsible for the outside.
If I remember correctly, he is not used to manifesting as a human...
Except when he was teaching Emily and telling her stories, he would rather have his roots planted next to the cemetery.
His words were "this will better distribute nutrients to the garden," but Hitzfeld could see that was just an excuse.
He had long been accustomed to being alone. He had refused to come to many parties before, so why did he choose to come this time...
With half his eyes closed, Hitzfeld looked at the old head and then at the tree rings, thoughtfully.
Is that so...
Spring is coming.
It is the season for all things to reproduce.
"What are you looking at?"
Year Rings almost had "unhappiness" written on his face, "My intuition tells me that you are thinking of something rude."
"I think so because you always address me with honorifics." Hitzfeld laughed and tried to change the subject. "Why are there only a few of you? I remember inviting everyone, didn't I?"
The range of this "everyone" is quite large, including Alvin, Annual Ring, and of course Ethan, Zafira and others.
Forget about the two Time Dragons, as their relationship is not that close yet, but she did invite most of the people who were truly considered friends, even Torres and Cybertron were considered.
It's not just a matter of thinking "we've already called so many people, a few more won't be a problem", there are also serious considerations involved.
After all, intelligence had been gathered in the second century that the enemy might possess transformation abilities similar to the Mimic.
What are you waiting for?
Of course, all the close relatives should be called in and their bodies checked.
"Imaer did mention it to me, but not everyone has time." Nian Lun curled his lips, "Otherwise you shouldn't have brought only one person back here."
"Too."
Hitzfeld felt a little melancholy, thinking of the wooden partner who had rejected her.
"I'm glad you consider me a friend...really, Aisuen, I'm especially glad."
"But some things can't be done the way you want them to be."
"Forget about those young people. They don't understand... they like excitement... if they agree, then they agree."
"But I can't."
"Even though I really don't have anything to deal with right now, I'm free! But I just can't go... You should understand what I mean."
He simply felt that as an "old man" in the organization, he should set an example in certain moral aspects...
You can't say it doesn't make sense.
If it was a mythological world like ancient Greece, with many gods and stories of people and gods everywhere, it would be fine. But now there are only them.
Will this preference cause people to be uneasy?
Or maybe it’s not that people’s hearts are in turmoil.
Mapes just wanted to eat the same meals and sleep in the same bed as his new partners.
He didn't want to create a rift in the new relationship that he had worked so hard to establish, and from a professional perspective, Hitzfeld had no choice but to admit that he was right.
Anyway, it's confirmed to be him, so he can do whatever he wants...
Hitzfeld received several forwarded letters from Annual Rings - all of which she had contacted using the Root Network and then copied. She read the letters as she went upstairs.
The first was from Ethan.
[I'm sorry I can't go, Hitzfeld. You know - I'm in charge of setting up the 'projection device' from Wayne to various places, and the Engineering Academy... Paul Drake has some new ideas, and we hope to hurry up and get everything done before the summer.]
At the end, he also expressed his happiness.
[I am very proud to receive this invitation.]
[I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but one thing I definitely did right was being your guide.]
[Enjoy the party and enjoy life.]
[In the new era, you are the glory.]
Ethan agreed to the so-called special request, namely "even if you can't come, you must provide some information sufficient to prove your identity," and his reply was impeccable.
"..."
Hitzfeld held the letter and stopped at the corner of the second floor for more than a minute before continuing upstairs and opening the second letter.
This is Zafira's.
[I'm glad you still remember me... I did hear some things, such as the princess of the Mechanical Kingdom.]
[I don’t want to say something similar to other people, it’s too cliché. So please allow me to express my admiration for you!]
[After all, the things you experienced, even if it was just what I could find out, I still think I probably couldn’t do it…]
Then there was Torres.
[You don’t ask me for help when you have troubles, but you think of me when you are enjoying yourself?]
[Do you think I am the kind of person who likes to avoid difficulties and curry favor with the powerful? I tell you that you are completely wrong!]
[Anyway, I’ve been very busy lately… very, very, very busy… The diocese has been issuing birth-inducing tasks like crazy lately, and I haven’t slept for at least two days and two nights!]
[And there is also Cybertron... the lifespan of the dream demon... we need to find a solution before that deadline.]
[Anyway, I'm busy, that's all.]
[Hope you have fun!]
that's it?
Hitzfeld turned to the other side and saw another paragraph.
[We have helped you in some way, right?]
Correct.
[So if you still consider us friends...]
How about it.
[I would like to ask you to contact Conte Sixus.]
[I heard that she is not only good at curing mortal diseases, but also studies the diseases of some special life forms.]
I forced that damn kid to speak honorifics...
Hitzfeld held the letter away, already certain in his heart that he would help.
Next is Cybertron.
[Uh... Torres should have said what he needed to say. That's probably what he meant.]
[I'd like to say we're honored to have your invitation...but we really can't get away.]
[By the way - if he makes any excessive requests, please don't agree!]
[We're not that bad yet!]
[I pay my highest respects to you!]
Even if you beg me not to help, I won't listen.
Hitzfeld grinned.
How can the dignified Goddess of Shadow Night be influenced by mortals?
I'm sorry, I will definitely help you with this!
Turning further down, I found Li Ang.
No - it's understandable that Ethan and the others didn't come for dinner because they were on official business assignments. The organization knows that you are a married man, so they specially arranged for you to work in the royal capital. Do you refuse this?
Then he opened the letter, and the first sentence convinced Hitzfeld.
[I guess I'm going to be a father soon.]
I am really impressed.
This……
If I remember correctly, Baliu is a pure tree man, and Leon was originally a pure human, but in order to be with Baliu, he found a way to transform into a wooden man.
It seems that wooden people and tree people cannot reproduce offspring?
Adoption?
Or surrogacy?
As he continued reading, Hitzfeld realized that all this was actually related to himself.
This is a gift from the times - after Shadow Night fell, she took out some blood and bone wizard spell models for the Engineering Council to study, and one of the results could make the wooden man into a tree man more thoroughly.
I see. It’s not about “breaking reproductive isolation” or something like that. It’s about making reproductive isolation non-existent…
