Walking in the colorless gray fog, Hitzfeld could only hear his own heartbeat.
She has been exploring here for a long time.
I don’t know exactly how long it was, but it was definitely over an hour.
There's something strange about this mist.
Shrouded in it, she could breathe and move without any problems, but she was also trapped here.
There is no end to the corridor of bookshelves in the fog.
No matter whether she went forward or backward, or changed the bookshelf corridor, she could not leave the second floor or Harry's library by any means.
Is this Izabella's purpose?
This damn woman...I don't know if she is dead or not.
After walking for a while, Hitzfeld stopped and sat down on the low cabinet.
She was tired of walking.
This is not the way to go.
The enemy must have realized that their plan had been exposed, and the reality may have been turned upside down and into a mess... and I can only walk through the maze here.
How can this be done...
I have to get out quickly.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld reached out and touched his left eye.
The eyepatch had been lost long ago, and this eye was now free of any restraints.
"The little flaming octopus I caught when I entered the dream world...was it you?"
Press the eyeball through the eyelid with your fingers.
There was a slight stinging pain.
"Since you were able to block the Black Snake's perception at that time and let Izabella expose herself, why couldn't you be more powerful and set fire to them all?"
"Aren't you tainted by the Sun King?"
The eyeball didn't respond.
That was understandable—if it could really talk, Hitzfeld would be terrified.
But it seems to have its own way of responding.
The stinging became more and more intense.
By the time Hitzfeld realized something was wrong, the pain had intensified to a point that was unbearable with human willpower.
"Uh……"
She had to tremble and twist her body, letting out some gasps to relieve the pain.
Then she gradually discovered that... her left eye seemed to be temporarily out of her control and was turning to the side actively?
From this angle, the left eye is blocked by flesh and blood.
She stood up and closed her right eye, then turned her body to that angle so that the pupil of her left eye appeared through her eyelid.
That's a branch off the bookshelf corridor.
In the vast fog, she saw a short and fat man and a woman in a blue dress walking closely together.
"You are such a joke... Miss Harry, I am just a doctor or a half-businessman. I don't aspire to live such an exaggerated life..."
"You called me 'Miss Harry'?"
"Then...Schneit..."
"'Schneit'?"
"Okay--Xona."
"Xiuna, I'm serious. I can give you the medicine and you can apply for the invention rights. As long as it is for the better benefit of people and relieves their pain during surgery, you can produce it as you like."
"Oh!? Honey, do you really think so?"
"We've done that before...you still don't believe in me?"
"No, I believe you."
As he spoke, a sharp sword tip suddenly broke out from the man's chest.
"Shauna! You!?"
After struggling for a while, the man fell limply to the ground.
"I wanted to have some fun with you, but you turned out to be just a pushover."
Staring at the corpse, the woman in the blue dress showed an expression of disgust.
“But it’s not a loss.”
"It is rare to find a kind person like you who is pure in heart in this world... Mr. Ford, please don't blame me for not giving you 'decency'."
Next, two men in black suits walked out of the mist and appeared beside the woman like ghosts.
"Fake the wound, steal the body after the funeral, and use my Necronomicon to revive him."
The woman put on another cold expression.
"I killed him with the Blue Sea. I want to make him my collection. His life and death will be under my control."
"Anything else?" asked the man in black.
"As for the drug he developed, all news about it must be blocked. No leaks are allowed until the new drug is developed."
"Is that medicine so important?"
"Of course!"
The woman turned around so that Hitzfeld could clearly see her crazy smile.
"It's the last piece of the puzzle for the evil spirit agent... With this thing, we can start hatching the Apostles of Greed."
"This plan can be carried out together with the Holy Fruit Society." She walked away in the gray fog.
"Let Izabella come to see me."
"And the child she had with the Paladin, call her too."
"What do you want to do?" The man in black was a little confused.
"As an experiment."
The woman's figure had disappeared in the fog, and only her voice could be heard faintly.
"I wonder if the rebellious flower that blooms from love will be more nourishing than simple greed~"
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Chapter 83: Undead
Seeing this, Hitzfeld vaguely understood.
The gray mist formed by the decomposition of the wisdom fruit tree...its composition is probably Izabella's personal memories.
She must have been coexisting with the fruit tree in some way, and because of her actions, the fruits placed around her also exploded, and all the information contained in the fruits was also integrated into it.
Therefore, the gray fog in front of us is actually a sea of information!
Every tiniest speck of dust contains countless information elements. Being trapped inside such a thing, she certainly can't get out easily!
"But I didn't see anything like this before."
Hitzfeld touched his left eye again.
She tried it: she closed her left eye, opened her right eye, and then concentrated carefully...she kept thinking about seeing something in her mind.
The next moment she did this, she immediately regretted it.
It was like opening a closed door, or like the Kryptonian Ka-El awakening his power for the first time. Endless information and voices rushed into her head, making her kneel on the ground with her head in her hands, gasping in pain.
He immediately stopped this stupid behavior. It took Hitzfeld a long time to recover. He knelt there sweating profusely and didn't even have the strength to stand up for a while.
"Too reckless..." she thought to herself, "I didn't expect the effect to be so strong..."
Her actions just now were like opening a Pandora's box. Now, even if she tried her best not to think or do that, she could still vaguely hear various noises in the gray fog, but they were not as big or complicated as before.
So you still have to rely on your left eye.
By the way, it’s not the eternal night today, right?
My left eye has been showing these abnormalities since Friday and Saturday. Does this mean... I can gradually unlock more of its power?
While daydreaming, he closed his right eye and opened his left eye.
The world before my eyes suddenly changed.
She saw a complicated and noisy Harry Library.
She was the only one there, and the deserted bookshelf corridor was filled with people. They were of different genders and appearances, wearing clothes of different styles and regions, with expressions of sadness and joy on their faces, all reaching out to grab the fruits they needed.
"As long as I have this thing... no one will be able to bully me anymore..."
"If I want to know the truth about Aunt Skye's death, I can only find out what happened in this city 12 years ago..."
"History has always been fascinating. It's a pity that something so counterintuitive... I don't know how many times I'll start to have adverse reactions..."
Figures shuttled back and forth in the corridors and among the bookshelves, whispering... They would even pass through each other as they walked, and the next moment they would disappear into the gray fog, and then new figures would come to fill their positions.
Ok.
Hitzfeld pressed his right wrist with his left hand and clenched the revolver a little tighter.
At least I know where the whispers are coming from.
She began to move on.
Continue moving forward despite these human illusions.
After realizing the nature of the fog, she is no longer in a hurry to go out.
What's the point of going out?
She had basically written down everything she needed to say in that file book. If Xia wasn't stupid, he would definitely look through that file book.
And she herself is not very good at fighting, and in extreme cases she even needs protection from others in real life.
So there's no rush.
The situation before her was so rare that she planned to walk around here a little longer to see if she could discover more hidden secrets... or even explore whether the Black Snake had any weaknesses.
The first illusion I saw just now should be Wallenford and the woman in the blue dress...
Most of the illusions she saw at the moment were waste information. She didn't pay much attention to them and recalled the scene of "love murder" in her mind.
Judging from the many changes in Wallenford's name for her, she should be called 'Schnett-Harry' and has a high status in the Eclipse Church.
Well, that's bullshit too.
Any guy who could survive from such an ancient era to the present day, no matter how useless he was back then, should have become a demon-level character by now.
And there's the Necronomicon and the Evil Spirit Potion she mentioned.
Sure enough, Orwater is the original birthplace...
As he was thinking, Hitzfeld's eyes were fixed on an old man in a white robe.
She had seen this person before.
It was Bishop Kadega in Guozi's memory, the former head of the Northern Diocese.
He did not appear here as a fruit addict, but looked more like a memory left in someone else's mind.
Hitzfeld saw him standing at the fork in the corridor with a high-spirited look on his face, his arm raised and pointing forward.
"dig!"
