The Sky Hunters are gone.
Just like all our predecessors who made sacrifices for the hunting environment, no one came back from the fog this time.
Ashley, you are alone from today on.
At night, she hid in a cave alone, hugging her quilt and having a dream.
There is a mother in the dream.
And there was the beautiful scenery that her mother had told her about.
Chapter 1 The Unemployed Detective
On June 1984, 6, a new plaque was hung at 6 Iris Street.
In the words of the landlord, she couldn't just sit there and eat up all the money she had. Since neither the Security Bureau nor the organization she was currently affiliated with had prohibited it, then according to convention, it would undoubtedly be very appropriate for her to open a private detective agency.
"Left... a little further to the left..."
"Yes, that's it, very good, this angle is perfect."
He supervised the construction team to hang a long flat sign with the words "Hitzfeld Office" on the second floor. Hitzfeld paid the completion fee and calculated his current financial strength.
It cost 500 Goli to find the connection.
It cost more than 600 Goli to customize the plaque.
The labor cost is much cheaper than expected, only more than 190 goli.
Adding the living expenses in the capital over the past few months, she no longer had much money left.
She shouldn't have ended up in this situation so quickly, because she had been an assistant teacher at Pusilint for more than a month, and she had been paid 2200 yuan a week for six weeks.
The cost of living in the royal capital is much more expensive than other places. For example, in Blackwood City, Hitzfeld's weekly expenses are 80 gori, sometimes less than that. In Wayne Port, the cost will soar to more than 700 gori.
A weekly salary of 2200 Goli, with a weekly expenditure of 700-1000 Goli, should not be insufficient, and there is still a lot of surplus.
But unfortunately, Hitzfeld is not a resident of the world of long summer at heart. Compared to most people, she has a very luxurious habit - hot shower.
The price of hot water on Iris Street fluctuates between 10 and 13 goli per minute every year, so we'll take the value of during this period. If you take a 30-minute hot water bath every day, then seven days a week, Hitzfeld will spend more than 2600 goli on hot water alone.
What can you do with a weekly salary of 2200?
She can't even take a comfortable bath every day.
Sara people do not like to take a bath. According to Hitzfeld's observation, most Sara people take a bath once every two weeks.
Why is perfume culture so popular here? Hitzfeld thinks this may be one of the reasons.
Fortunately, they know that not taking a bath will make them more likely to get sick. Even those who don't like to take a bath or have no money to do so will wipe their bodies with a wet towel every day. Some who live near the beach will even jump into the sea to take a bath.
When Hitzfeld was a child, he read "One Thousand and One Nights". There was a story in it about a bathhouse worker who traveled to another world and found that there was no bathhouse there. So he opened a bathhouse by himself. With his superb bath-scrubbing skills, he was appreciated by the king and was awarded a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister.
If hot water wasn't so expensive, she would have wanted to give it a try.
Anyway... this is enough to explain why she put up this sign.
Bathing is not cheap.
Because you need to recuperate your body and let your spirit recover slowly, the combination of various ingredients is not cheap.
If she didn't want to live off her savings and be forced to sell off one or two of her three properties in the near future, she really had to find a way to make money in the long term.
After the plaque was hung, Hitzfeld put on new socks, new shoes, and a new skirt. She even spent a long time looking in the mirror, picking out some of her gray hair and braiding it into a braid that would better reflect her noble temperament.
Looking forward to guests coming with great joy.
But she waited from morning till evening.
Even wait from the 6th to the 16th.
Not a single customer arrived.
When Maples-Dyrant heard about this, he sent a letter from 12 Flo Street to make fun of her, claiming that this was the retribution for her being a pushover.
Hitzfeld knew what he meant - the wooden man was implying that she had let the doctor and Helen escape in the town of Barwick, causing the case to remain unsolved and the bounty that she was supposed to share to be lost.
She knew that his real thought was that he was unhappy that she hadn't gone back to make him fried pork chops, so she immediately wrote a reply letter, telling Darent in a very gentle and kind tone: She had developed a new type of fried pork chop in Port Wein, which not only had a crispy crust and tender meat, but also had a thick cheese paste sizzling in the middle when you bit into it.
From then on, Darent's frequency of writing to her changed from one letter every two days to one letter every two days.
He couldn't stand Hitzfeld's verbal torture, so he decided to study "cheese pork chop" by himself. But he really didn't know how to cook, so he was forced to write to Hitzfeld frequently to ask for the key points.
Hitzfeld resented him for always telling her about the town of Barvik - she didn't regret letting the doctor go, but she regretted not taking a few more gems to put in her pocket at the time - so she always provided false information in her replies to mislead him.
Only when she thought of Maps-Dalent's bitter face in front of the stove did her heart, which was constantly tense due to financial problems, feel better.
This went on until the 28th, when June was almost over. We had another guest at home.
Lolita Conte-Sixus with purple highlighted hair.
Before opening the door, Hitzfeld never thought that the person coming was her.
"Your place is quite clean."
Sixus changed his shoes and walked in. Without waiting for the owner's consent, he walked around the upstairs and downstairs, and made comments everywhere in a very impolite manner.
"I heard from Alfred that you take a hot bath every day? You should be awarded the Order of the Steam Bringer, even though your practice site is not in the boiler room."
Hitzfeld couldn't stand her shitty humor which was even more disgusting than black humor, and asked her what she was doing with a frown.
Sixus works for both the Security Bureau and Prislint, and can receive two salaries from the royal family.
Add to that her profession and the nature of her job, and there's a high probability that it's involved with the Wheel of Fortune, so there could be a third person whose financial strength is much better than hers.
So Hitzfeld was still quite unhappy.
Thinking about it now, she actually hoped that these system departments could be a little more tacky and give out some cash rewards for what happened more than a month ago.
"Ah~ Actually, I'm here to say hello to you on behalf of Barty."
"Where's Xia?" Hitzfeld sat opposite the sofa, his tone slightly fluctuating.
It has been a while since the death ticket case came to an end.
Xia Yibing was sent to the hospital for recuperation afterwards. She remembered that she was not seriously injured and would be able to be released in a week at most.
But she hadn't heard from her for such a long time, and Ethan and others hadn't come either, which made her a little worried. She suspected that Xia Yibing had some psychological problems.
She had asked Alfred about this many times, but each time she got a perfunctory answer.
Plus, she was still under surveillance—and it was even stricter—so she could only seize opportunities like today to ask more questions.
"She's fine, she's just a little scared to see you."
Sixus's expression was somewhat amusing.
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Hitzfeld didn't understand at all.
"Let's not talk about that for now... Hitzfeld, do you want to go out and play?"
"Do not want to."
"The Thorn Birds have been fighting fiercely with the royal family recently. After all, they have the most to lose... If those nobles want to investigate, it would be easy to find you. Aren't you afraid of being implicated?"
"Not afraid."
Hitzfeld looked away.
"Anyway, I'm just a detective. You guys are here to support me if the sky falls."
"Oh! That's not the language of a man who saved the world."
"It was Sarah Homelander who saved the world, and I just did some tiny bit of work by chance."
No matter how Sisyphus tried to persuade him, Hitzfeld just wouldn't listen.
This really pissed off the mixed-haired loli. She jumped up and glared at Hitzfeld.
Hitzfeld: =wφ（tea~
"All right!"
Sixus quickly became dejected.
"I know you are complaining that we are still monitoring you and forbidding you to leave the capital within a year."
"But, if I tell you there is an opportunity here that will allow you to temporarily avoid this vortex of conflict and help carry out a mission with a high reward..."
"Will you agree?"
Chapter 2: The Disappearance of the Skye Family
"Tell me."
Hitzfeld declined to comment.
In fact, she didn't care at all whether she could leave the capital.
The dead ticket case seems to be over, but the mess left behind is quite troublesome to deal with.
For example, whether the royal family is using cultists to weaken the power of the great nobles.
For example, although very few people already knew the true identity of Deepnes, the King of Rebellion, he died quietly in the capital. If Hitzfeld herself was a cultist, she would definitely discuss with her companions and the organization how to retaliate.
The game between the royal family and the Thorn Birds Merchant Alliance.
The game between the Kingdom of Sara and the Church of the Eclipse.
This mess should last for quite some time.
Her fame had already spread through that open class, and incidentally, she had offended the Larence family (in the eyes of outsiders). There might not be many people who valued her, but there were already few nobles who didn't know her.
With his name already exposed, as Ferdinand's former assistant coach, and with many connections to Ferdinand's death and the incident at No. 27 Yongen Street, leaving the capital might not be a safe idea.
No one likes to be watched every day.
But if her life is in danger, this kind of surveillance can be considered as a protection for her.
She believed that both Sisyphe and Villefort were aware of this. It was precisely because they knew that Villefort sent Sisyphe to talk to her about this matter, which might mean that they had found a way to remove her from the center of this vortex as perfectly as possible without offending any aristocratic forces.
So she decided to listen.
If it's suitable, you can accept it.
Inappropriate... Anyway, what she saw and heard in the Gray Mist Temple gave her a lot of inspiration. What about "The Book of Roaring", "Ceres Continent", "Cerran Language", these special terms are all related to some bold guesses.
She continued to go to the library on the 221st every day under heavy protection and continued her research. If she ran out of money, she would take on some detective work - or if that didn't work, she would accept Pusangs' invitation to give lectures in Dream City, which she thought was also pretty good.
Think boldly, maybe in a few days you will receive a summons from the White Shadow Palace and you will have the chance to visit the palace.
"This is me..." Sixus pressed his barren chest, "Of course it's mainly Barty, and... well, there is also a compromise plan discussed by Pursance and those people."
"What is the plan?"
"If you can solve the Skye family's biggest problem these years and help them find their long-missing daughter, or at least find out where she went... then the business alliance headed by the Larence family can stop spying on you."
"That's weird." Hitzfeld crossed his hands on his knees. "There were so many people to investigate in the last case, why did some people choose to target me?"
"Maybe it's because... you're the only one who was close to Nosa and didn't die after the case was over."
Sixus shrugged.
"No one really thinks you played any important role, but many people think you must know the truth that we tried so hard to hide."
"Hiding the truth is for their own good."
"Oh~ Miss Hitzfeld~" Sixus gave her a tactical backward move, "I love to hear your words so much."
"But some people seem to be extremely smart, but in fact they are just fools. If the Mechanical Sun Goddess is willing to show mercy and exchange their missing wisdom for light of the same proportion, Wayne Port will become Storm Cliff."
Hitzfeld suspected that as a doctor she had seen too many mentally retarded patients, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why her complaints were as sharp as a scalpel, without any dirty words but so precise and deadly.
"What's going on with the Skye family."
As a detective, of course you have to have sufficient understanding of the client before taking a case.
"If Lawrence is the king of steel, then Morrison Skye is the king of aviation." Sixus began to explain to her, "Skye Aviation Industries has a monopoly in the industry. Without their permission, you can't even see an airship, let alone a sale."
"Do they only sell airships?"
"They have airplanes, too, but they're not something that most people can see... They only sell airplanes to the royal family, and to other people... even if they dare to sell them, you wouldn't dare fly them after you buy them."
