As he spoke, he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a snow-white letter wrapped in a pink silk handkerchief.
As soon as the thing was handed over, Hitzfeld smelled a strong strange fragrance, and she frowned unconsciously.
Pink handkerchief...
Xia Yibing next to her was also frowning.
She knew more about the unspoken rules in the aristocratic circle than the girl did.
This kind of packaging is only used when sending a letter to a loved one.
Obviously, Charcons would not do such a boring thing, so it could only be Berentin.
Berentin... His Royal Highness!
Combined with the fact that Sharcons immediately praised Hitzfeld's graceful appearance, Xia Yibing suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Take it apart and take a look."
After the Marquis also left, she immediately urged the girl.
"Not urgent."
Hitzfeld glanced at her and felt a little amused.
It seems to taste a bit sour.
The possessiveness is really strong...
"Pippen."
Hitzfeld called Pippen over first, "Tell me what's going on... Why are you here from the White Shadow Palace?"
"It wasn't me, it was us!" Pippen finally got the chance to speak. "Oh! Strictly speaking, it was the Director. He was going to the palace to meet His Majesty. When he saw us doing nothing in the lounge, he said he would take us with him. Then, halfway through, news came in that something happened in the museum. I don't know what His Majesty and the Director talked about in there. When the Director came out, he asked me to pass on the message, saying that this was His Majesty's order and that I must prevent any possible conflict."
"He had long expected that Vesta would be restless." Hitzfeld sighed.
When two people who are on the same level and in a restraining relationship have a conflict, going to the emperor to file a complaint is indeed the most efficient solution.
But this will undoubtedly make the ruler doubt his own ability. Regardless of whether there are other deeper meanings behind Villefort's move, and regardless of whether Sarah VII issued the order under his influence, she has done him a favor.
Villefort was so kind to her simply because she was capable.
Calculating his age, Hitzfeld suddenly began to doubt what his relationship with his wife was like back then.
"Faith, Aisuen, faith!"
Xia Yibing reminded from the side.
"Okay, I'll tear it down right away."
Hitzfeld almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He opened the letter and pulled out a piece of snow-white paper.
Chapter 18 Worms
[Dear Miss Aisun-Hitsfeld, I extend this invitation with a humble and honored heart. I hope you can come to the dinner party held in my private residence after completing the investigation mission in the town of Elnak.]
[The dinner will be held on December 12st, and an invitation is attached. If you return to Wayne before the date and decide to come, you can contact my butler, Mr. Bond, with the envelope. The contact information is on the back of the letter. He will arrange everything for you to attend the dinner.]
[Yours faithfully, Berentin Asfen Sara]
The content of the letter was very short, only four lines including the signature. After reading it, Hitzfeld turned the letter to the back and saw a phone number written in numbers.
"How fashionable..." She shook her head, suspecting that Prince Berentin often wrote to girls in this way.
Sarah currently has a phone, but it is not popular, and most news is still sent by telegram. For some common girls or noble girls whose families are not well-off, this phone number can be regarded as a powerful weapon, but unfortunately, Hitzfeld is not fooled.
If Berentin could figure out a computer, she might be interested. But the phone...
To be honest, which may be a little embarrassing for both sides, Hitzfeld not only has no interest in using the telephone of this era, she has not even started to learn how to use it.
Yes—she didn't know how to use that weird thing with a pulley on the surface and a lot of holes on it. She just knew that it was an old-fashioned telephone, and she had never had the opportunity to study it in this life or in her previous life.
He glanced at Xia Yibing and found that the woman had a serious expression, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
"I'm not going," Hitzfeld explained.
The woman's complexion did not improve at all.
"Even if I go, I will ask to take you with me."
Now I finally feel relaxed.
"There's something wrong with this invitation. Don't tell me you didn't see it." Hitzfeld was a little speechless, suspecting that the other party's thinking was disturbed by the pain of the wound. "The date he chose is very clever. Aren't you curious about what this means?"
"What else could it mean?" Pippen didn't understand her hint at all. "He notified you so early and deliberately delayed the party until the last day of the year... Does that mean he's really interested in you?"
"Impossible." Xia Yibing was not angry this time, "This is not in line with his status."
After being reminded by the girl, she reacted immediately and indeed found the strange thing in this matter.
First of all, the time... The last day of the year is irrelevant. It's not his birthday, so it doesn't matter when it starts. The most critical time information here is to confirm that "Hitzfeld has completed the investigation in Elnak Town and returned to Wayne."
"Is this the key point?" Pippen couldn't accept it at first, but after thinking carefully, he slapped his forehead and said, "Ah! Is this what they mean?"
Think about it, why is Hitzfeld currently excluded by the Sara top management and the White Shadow Palace?
There are only two points. The first is that he doubts whether her core as a Devourer is pure or not, and whether it has been tainted by the flesh and blood of the evil god. The second is that he suspects that she is related to the Seed of Destruction, and he wants to temporarily expel her from the capital.
But what if the premise described in the letter happens?
If Hitzfeld had really finished his investigation in Elnak and was allowed to return to Wayne, it must mean that they had determined that she was not dangerous in these aspects, which meant that they could contact her normally and get close to her.
But the effect of adding icing on the cake is always not as good as providing timely help.
The people who came up to her to build relationships at that time definitely did not mean as much to Hitzfeld as the people who were showing her kindness now.
"You can't refuse yet." Xia Yibing grinned, "Because there are not many people willing to take such a risk."
Berentin knew very well that his intentions would be seen through by them, but he didn't care because they really had no better choice.
As for the pink handkerchief, private letters and phone numbers...these are probably just superficial efforts to give everyone a lame excuse.
"Should I go?" Hitzfeld asked her opinion.
This is not to say that she has no opinions of her own, but... everyone has their own expertise. She has been memorizing books and looking at notes all day long to learn how to make incense, and her scalp is already tingling. She doesn't have the leisure time to care about politics.
Sarah understood the political landscape, but she was not an expert in it, and she didn't know what it meant to get closer to a prince at this juncture.
So she needed Xia Yibing's opinion.
If the other party could carefully analyze the overall situation for her, she would be able to make the decision herself.
"Your Majesty is in good health now. You don't need to worry about causing any unwarranted fantasies."
After thinking carefully, Xia Yibing said to her in a very low voice, "Although there are many princes living in the White Shadow Palace, it is true... now is not the time to worry about the future."
She was suggesting that the current situation was not yet a political struggle.
At the very least, it is not to the point where several princes form cliques to fight for the throne.
"So it can be considered?"
Raising his eyes slightly, he saw Xia Yibing frowning again, and Hitzfeld curled the corners of his mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll take you with me even if I go."
clang--
clang--
clang--
Faintly, a low bell sounded in the corridor.
Everyone's expression became serious and they all looked at Hitzfeld.
Feeling his left eye becoming increasingly restless, Hitzfeld took a breath, then quickly glanced at the puppet behind him with a movement that only Xia Yibing could notice.
His name is Asfen.
This is also the middle name of Sarah Royal.
Asfen means poplar in ancient Sara language.
But in the upper left corner of Sarah's royal coat of arms...if her perception was correct...was an oak tree.
"What are you looking at."
Asfen suddenly spoke.
"…see why you're not talking."
Hitzfeld reacted quickly and made up an excuse.
"My mission is only to protect you. Everything else has nothing to do with me."
Hitzfeld didn't want to say more to him. She took her eyes off Asfen, pulled up her blindfold a little, and began to feel the single tentacle.
I feel it...
Then follow the tentacles to feel the eyeballs and try to communicate.
The vision was distorted, gradually changing from clear colors to gray.
As if covered by a gray filter, all the scenes became dim.
Turning his gaze to Pippen, Hitzfeld's mouth twitched.
Pippen's face looked very scary at this moment... His facial features turned into holes, and his skin was like blocks of color mixed with other pigments in an oil painting, still twisting and changing every moment.
Realizing it was being watched, the strange creature stretched out its five claws, which were stretched three times longer, and waved them gently in front of the girl.
Hitzfeld forced a smile and decided not to turn his head to look at Xia Yibing.
She didn't want to ruin some good impression.
With this view, she walked around the room and began to walk in circles.
Picture frames, antiques, armor... She scanned each object one by one, and in the process, their inner truth was completely revealed.
Hitzfeld soon discovered something unusual.
That vase - the one that had been "appreciated" by Xia Yibing and the Marquis of Charcones before, although the outer outline of this thing was also twisting and trembling, she could not see through its interior.
In order to see more clearly, she bent down and even took off the blindfold.
It was a wriggling mass of dark color, vaguely pieced together to form the outline of a vase, and every part seemed to have its own life.
Hitzfeld reached out his hand gently and wanted to pick it up and check it.
But the moment she picked up the thing, she saw that the vase had completely fallen apart.
Countless black worms - as if the vase itself was made up of these things - scattered at lightning speed and spread upwards along her hands.
"!"
Her eyes widened, and before she could scream, the worms had already spread to her collar area.
rustle……
She could feel the tingling sensation of those tiny claws pulling and climbing on her skin. Goose bumps appeared all over her body from her tailbone to her scalp.
She's being wrapped up in these things.
In less than a second, even her vision would be blocked.
Let go, step back...a series of actions are completed almost simultaneously.
The vase fell to the ground and broke, making a crisp sound.
At the same time, she also felt something strange happening in her left eye.
Not stinging.
But it's burning hot.
Endless golden light gushed out, and there were large numbers of shrill cries in my ears.
He steadied himself and opened his eyes again.
All she saw was a pile of dark fragments.
Chapter 19: Trembling Thing
