"The clothes are a little small..."
As he walked on the street and noticed the glances coming his way, Hitzfeld began to notice how his clothes fit his body.
And it seemed that the tightness was not just in her chest. When she squatted down in the corridor of Ponceborg just now, the tight feeling almost made her think something was going to break.
Returning to the room on the second floor, he confirmed and locked the door. Hitzfeld closed the curtains, took off his skirt, untied his leggings, and stood in front of the floor-length mirror to stare at his body.
Looks... like it's okay?
The female body in the mirror has indeed grown a lot since she first woke up, but perhaps because of her good proportions, it doesn't look exaggerated at all. The first glance will definitely focus on her legs.
Hitzfeld didn't know much about the concept of body proportions. He only saw people discussing it when browsing some strange forums in his previous life. They said that for the same height, a high waist would look better, and it would make the legs look straight and slender.
It seems to be true...
After standing in front of the mirror for a while, as if remembering something, Hitzfeld ran to the corner in her stockings and pulled the suitcase out with great effort.
Place the box next to you and be in the photo.
Seeing that the box, which had previously reached her waist, was slightly moving down to her hips, Hitzfeld finally confirmed that her height was also increasing.
The effect of getting rid of insomnia?
But she hasn't gotten rid of it completely...
She can only get one day of good sleep every week, which can help her body recover. If the insomnia problem disappears completely, won't she become a giant in no time?
Of course, this is just wishful thinking.
Humans are subject to genetic limitations. Unless there is a mutation, the offspring born to parents of normal height will not be much taller.
A girl can give birth to a girl, but a 2-meter or girl is unrealistic.
"I came into this world after Ramadan last year, and I should be a few dozen days away from turning 18."
Hitzfeld counted the days.
Women's bodies develop early, and by the age of 18, their body development cycle should be almost over.
No... Normally it should have ended long ago. The reason why it is coming to the fore now is definitely because the insomnia has squeezed the body too much, and the nutrition has rebounded.
That's fine.
Hitzfeld didn't think too much about it for the time being.
As long as the growth period is almost over, it's good news, because she doesn't want to... um... have a too seductive female figure.
Of course, it can be taller, with long legs, which will make it more convenient for chasing and escaping.
Although it's quite weird now.
Wait a minute…
She suddenly froze.
Xia, she had been staring at me blankly before, and it seemed that the place she was looking at was...
Hot cheeks.
Looking up at the mirror, the girl's face was indeed red.
It is indeed a very beautiful body.
But why am I the master of this body...
Shake your head and don’t think too much.
Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel relieved as he picked up the skirt from the bed and put it on, straightening out the wrinkles.
Fortunately, my wife had the foresight to anticipate that she might continue to grow, so she bought her underwear with elasticity.
lady……
When I think back to the past, my mood involuntarily becomes depressed.
"Dong dong."
"Who?"
Hitzfeld quickly picked up the leggings and tied them around his left leg.
Women's clothes are really troublesome. They are only designed to look good, but they don't have any pockets on them.
This belt was sewed by her clumsily, and the stitches were crooked and ugly, but it had several small pockets filled with a lot of useful things.
"I."
There was a provocative voice coming from outside the door.
It's Casimir.
Hitzfeld felt a little relieved, but he still took the bright silver revolver in his hand before opening the door.
"Is it really that serious——"
When Casimir opened the door and saw the thing in her hand, his face looked very disgusted.
"These are emergency times." Hitzfeld pulled him in and quickly closed the door.
"Emergency period?" Casimir was stunned, then stared, "Did something big happen that I don't know about?"
Hitzfeld told him about the interrogation of Anthony at Poncebourg.
Including Anthony's final mutation.
"Stimulate!"
Casimir was extremely excited when he heard this. "I should have switched places with you earlier! I think you would be more popular as the host than me!"
Hitzfeld: -_φDead stare.
"just kidding."
Casimir tweaked his tie.
"You have more important things to do... We will do the dirty work..."
"Tell me what you gained," Hitzfeld interrupted.
So for the next fifteen minutes, she listened to Casimir's vivid description of his deal with Mummer Everett.
"Warrenford?"
Hitzfeld frowned slightly.
"The Saint Ford Asylum, the courtyard you mentioned before where the members of the Saint Fruit Society were first found gathering?"
"Yes, it is said that the place is haunted and was abandoned in the early years."
"There's something wrong with this yard." Hitzfeld concluded directly, "There's something wrong with Wallenford. I don't believe that what he left behind is just an ordinary yard."
"I thought so too. I was planning to sneak in and investigate tonight~"
"Tonight?" Hitzfeld looked at him.
"Casimir."
"Ok?"
"Answer me seriously, are you religious?"
"Believe it a little."
"What do you mean by a little?"
Hitzfeld raised an eyebrow.
She had wanted to confirm whether Casimir would be captured and taken to West Grant to become a friendly unit, but she had never expected this answer.
“This has to start with my ability.”
Looking at the girl sitting at the head of the bed, Casimir bowed to her like a gentleman.
"My title is 'Nightmare of Fate'... They don't call me that for no reason."
"Do you know divination?"
"No, it's that I can feel things that I shouldn't feel."
"What do you mean? Be more specific."
"For example, whether it will be sunny or rainy tomorrow." Casimir snapped his fingers, "or whether I will find money when I go out... or whether I can feel Paul Robert being swallowed by something through the door - I can feel all kinds of information."
“Is it controllable?”
"Oh...if this ability is controllable, I would definitely be more than level eight."
"makes sense."
According to Hitzfeld's personal understanding, Casimir's ability - which is undoubtedly at the spiritual level - can be called random divination.
The only benefit is that it is a passive skill that does not require "casting" or even any preparation on his part.
"You see, my ability is so special~" Casimir raised his lips, "It looks like the goddess is winking at me from time to time... So, whether Wu Lun is being a gentleman or for some other reason, I should at least be pious, right?"
There is not a trace of piety in these words.
But he was never caught by West Grant...
It’s true that the human heart… outsiders have no idea what it’s like.
But this further reflects the seriousness of the matter.
People's hearts are unpredictable.
But West Grant—
West Grant and the Harry Library behind it can accurately distinguish people's hearts and even identify those who have faith.
This ability alone is amazing.
I was also afraid...
Well.
Can't think too much.
"You'll never guess what I got."
Casimir's voice pulled her back.
"What a harvest."
"Xiumila——"
Casimir drawled out the note.
"He is from the North."
"He's the Allwater man!"
"……real?"
Hitzfeld was a little surprised.
The archival information of the Golden Knights was not that easy to find. If Carl hadn’t told her, she really wouldn’t have been able to tell.
Because she had never been to the northern land, there were few records of this in her notes.
"And most importantly, he said that when he was still a child, he followed the parish team to run errands and do tasks. One of the tasks was to help Warren Ford open an asylum."
"So he has seen Wallenford?"
"He admitted it himself."
This...is not that strange.
Orphanages are naturally tied to the diocese. Many priests and nuns come from monasteries, and the diocese will definitely not hesitate to give the greatest help to those who are willing to open a local orphanage.
"What else did he say?"
Hitzfeld asked anxiously.
She was looking forward to having solid evidence.
The Stone Hammer Dark Snake originated from Orvoth!
Yes...she had had such suspicion a long time ago.
