"Ashley Kay."
Chapter 50 Summer, Autumn, and Winter
It was mid-September when I set foot on the land of Port Wein again.
Thanks to the Baron, Hitzfeld saw the vastness of the Wayne-Portman Air Force Base. She was greatly shocked by the huge hangar filled with hundreds of airships and aircraft - even though those aircraft were all biplanes.
"Have you thought it through?"
As they were about to part, a large group of people stood on the main road outside the base. The Baron stood at the front of the group and stared at the gray-haired girl.
Hitzfeld changed his clothes.
Black windbreaker, black stockings, high boots, and a black women's felt hat.
It didn't stand out because all the women were dressed similarly, she just had an eye patch.
The men were also dressed in black, and each of them had a white rose pinned on his chest.
This is a memorial to the dead.
From the Baron's perspective, they want to pay tribute to the deceased Britney Skye.
From the perspective of others, the countless human bones buried at the bottom of the sea are certainly worth doing so.
"Let's each keep a copy of the case report." The baron glanced at his pocket watch. "According to the time, the person who delivered the report should be arriving at the White Shadow Palace soon."
"So you don't have much chance to regret. Make sure you choose this result."
"Yes, Baron." Hitzfeld answered without much hesitation, "I know this is the Baron's good intention, and I feel honored and humbled by it... But I am just a detective, and I only want to be a detective."
"The attitude you actually displayed had nothing to do with 'extremely frightened'."
The old man's mouth twitched, "Your abilities are definitely not limited to being a detective!"
"Oh, Baron." Hitzfeld smiled slightly, "Sometimes you don't have to find a position that matches your abilities to be considered suitable. There is no such truth in the world. It depends on whether the person is willing or not."
"You're wild, Miss Hitzfeld."
"Not at all. I'm a very timid person."
"So be it." The baron's face turned completely gloomy.
"Pol will take you into the city. Just tell the driver where you want to go. I won't take you any further."
"Goodbye then."
Ignoring the other person's back as he walked away, Hitzfeld still nodded in greeting according to etiquette.
Then she was forced to face a new problem.
"Heath! Heath!"
A sturdy woman with brown skin and short platinum hair, wearing a men's black suit, rushed to the girl by force under the pull of Ethan and Zafira. Before she could say anything, she gave her a bear hug.
"?"
Xia Yibing, who was standing behind, had her eyes bulged out.
The two grown men's faces were wrinkled as if they were constipated. This woman was so strong that they couldn't even hold her down!
"The air here smells terrible! Heath!"
"Ah... this is due to industrial pollution..."
"I don't like them! Heath!"
“Maybe you’ll like it later…”
"They kept holding me down and wouldn't let me speak! They also pulled me and wouldn't let me move!"
"That's for your own good..."
"Also, this dress is so uncomfortable to wear, can I take it off?"
"I can't...so let go first, okay Ashley, you're hurting me."
I am speechless.
According to Hitzfeld's understanding, after coming to modern society, Ashley will soon be immersed in all kinds of new and novel things and unable to extricate herself.
For example, touching the wings of an airplane, breaking a car door, strangling the driver's neck and almost causing a chain reaction... Anyway, there will be a lot of things that can attract the child's attention.
Child...yes of course, she is only 15 years old after all.
Although he looks... a little stronger, he is technically 15 years old.
However, Ashley was much more stable than she thought.
She was indeed curious about everything, but she preferred to stick to Hitzfeld.
Hitzfeld was puzzled and asked her why.
She said: "Because when the mother exploded, apart from me, Heath was the one who was most affected by the mother!"
...What can Hitzfeld say?
Ashley made me feel so heavy that I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. But after all, she was the one who said "all things have spirits", so she deserved it.
Just as a group of people were thinking about how to stuff Ashley into the car and how to arrange her life after returning, a long black car slowly drove into the Central Parish Cathedral in the city.
There were four people sitting in the carriage, two Flintstone Knights and two priests who were participating in Operation Crystal Sea.
Kangana Frick's face was tense. From the moment he got out of the car until he led these people into the back hall of the cathedral, his expression did not change at all.
It looked like...the person who had cried bitterly in front of the two "girls" before was not him.
Or maybe it was just a dummy that looked like him.
"Welcome, Flick."
In the back hall, Senar, dressed in a white robe, slowly came forward and stopped the men from kneeling before him. He ordered someone to bring in a few chairs and persuaded the four men to sit down on both sides.
His full name is Darken Senar. Although Hitzfeld would say that he has almost no presence, he is indeed the head of the Cathedral of the Central Diocese of the Mechanical and Sun Goddess Church in the capital of Wayne Port, as well as the Pope.
It's not unreasonable for Hitzfeld to feel this way, because even if you take the Blackwood Parish into account, and involve the already sacrificed Blackwood Parish leader Isaac Rhodes, the entire church gives people the feeling of being very... indifferent to fame and fortune.
Large-scale missionary activities?
No.
Designate an additional religious holiday in addition to Saturday, the religious day of worship?
nor.
If this is in modern times, that is, on a highly technologically advanced Earth, it is not hard to understand. After all, as living standards improve, the influence of religion on society is declining sharply. Many religious clergy find it troublesome, so it is even more normal for civilians not to care.
But this is another world full of evil spirits. Under the oppression of evil spirits and weirdness, people should have a strong need for religious beliefs.
Rather than being a religious group, the entire Xieyang Cult is more like an independent force directly under the royal family in a religious guise.
"They showed me the action report in advance. I have to say, no one expected it to be like this..."
Senar's hair and beard were gray, but they were all short. He had a pair of blue eyes and wore a white robe that dragged to his feet. His overall outfit was similar to Isaac Rhodes, and he also had a large, exaggerated mechanical-style gold necklace around his neck.
Unlike Isaac Rhodes, this necklace also dragged out four golden chains, hanging from his front and back, swaying slightly with his movements.
"Torres." Senar looked to his right, "According to Sister Cybert's description, you did not lose control of this operation."
"Hmm." The white-haired priest did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the Pope. He stood up and nodded obediently, "Your Majesty, I think I can control the nightmare stably..."
"Whether it is stability control or not is not up to you to say." Senar interrupted him without further ado, "Sister Cybertron..."
"I'm here, Your Majesty."
"Take Torres to the Dream Corridor to see Ms. Pusiens for a diagnosis. I hope she can write me a detailed reply regarding his current condition."
"Understood, Your Majesty."
"?" The white-haired priest was confused. He thought he could give Senar some suggestions on his freedom this time. Why did he leave after just saying one sentence?
After the two left, only Senar and the two Flintstone Knights were left on the field.
Carlo was not someone who could sit still in such an occasion. Senar simply asked him a few questions, waved his hand and let him go.
So that left only him and Flick.
"How are you, Flick?"
"no problem."
The two chatted about some daily topics, and Senar suddenly took the subject to a deeper level.
"Gold-level metal toxins are not pleasant to the touch. You've been at the gold level for several years now... Hmm, why do you look better now than before?"
"Perhaps it is because I have fulfilled a wish in my heart, Your Majesty."
"About your mother?"
"...That's right."
"So you hate the diocese at that time." Senar looked at him calmly, "You hate that we bought your mother with such a small amount of money, and sent them to die in the subsequent operation."
"I—" Frick's chest heaved.
"I really want to say I hate them, but reason tells me that the diocese didn't send them to die. Bishop Fili, who was traveling with them, also died unfortunately. This is just... a necessary price to pay in the process of exploration and pursuit of freedom."
"It was precisely because I saw that you had this kind of awareness that I gave you the opportunity to become gold."
Senar nodded, his expression instantly switching from sunny to cloudy.
"You were directly commissioned by His Majesty and me to monitor and investigate Aisun Hitzfeld... the detective who had made great contributions in the Golem Curse and the Ticket Curse. But after reading the entire operation report, I felt that you did not travel with her all the way."
"Your Majesty, I wrote it in the report... I was injured at the time... I couldn't just force myself to live with her."
"But the effect of this observation is almost zero..."
"Extremely intelligent...quick thinking...excellent observation...strong action..."
“Is this the kind of evaluation report I want?”
"What is her hidden ability?"
"What other secrets does she have?"
"Never mind the details, you haven't even established a general guess!"
Frick's eyes twitched, and he stood up consciously and half-knelt on the ground.
"I'm not blaming you, either, Flick."
Senar just shook his head slightly when he saw him like this.
"But this is a task entrusted by His Majesty with great care. If I can't even do this, how can I explain this to His Majesty?"
Frick lowered his head and said nothing.
"never mind."
Senar stared at him for a long moment, then straightened up.
"Claire sent me a telegram yesterday saying that there was movement in the Worm Ruins again."
"Just go to the northwest and help him deal with the creepers."
He waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to see anyone right now.
"Your Majesty."
Frick still didn't get up.
"how?"
Senar stopped.
"About Aisun Hitzfeld..."
"Well, you go ahead."
"Her reasoning and analytical abilities were the primary reason why the truth of the Crystal Sea was uncovered, and even why everyone on this trip was able to return alive."
"so what."
"So I think……"
Flick took a breath.
