"But no one can do anything about it." Xia Yibing shook her head. "From the conditions given, she didn't leave the palace at all during that period. Her daily routine was very regular, and she was accompanied by guards in almost all her actions."
"Isn't that just another kind of secret room?"
Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows.
The White Shadow Palace is an extremely large secret room.
"Secret room? That's a good description," the woman said approvingly. "The people she found failed one after another until word reached His Majesty's ears, causing him to become furious."
Hitzfeld imagined that if she were King Sarah, she would not be very happy if she found out that her daughter used her privilege to bring questionable people into the palace just because of a broken necklace.
Are those guards and spies just for show?
You don't use the good things given to you, but insist on going outside to pick up trash.
"So I found you guys?"
"Yes."
"The case that you finally solved?"
"Yes."
"How did it break?"
Hitzfeld was in high spirits.
"I guess it wasn't done by humans... Was it some kind of animal? Or some other unexpected factor?"
Xia Yibing frowned and looked at her.
"Aisun."
"how."
"Why do you judge like that?"
"I was just guessing."
"…You guessed it right."
After looking at her deeply, the woman sighed again.
"The necklace is made of du silver."
"You know Duyin, it has a brighter color, but its structure is more unstable than steel and it reacts easily with a variety of chemicals."
"Of course, ordinary people wouldn't encounter these chemicals easily, otherwise this thing wouldn't be a piece of jewelry...but she was unlucky."
"She loved hunting, and the autumn hunt was over. I asked her in detail what she had experienced during that time, and she told me that she had rescued a stoat in the jungle."
The girl's whole face wrinkled.
Stoat.
If she remembered correctly, this refers to... the flat-headed brother?
"You mean the smell of the ferret?" she asked.
"But the smell of the stoat will not have any effect on Du Yin..."
"No, but with the miasma, that's not certain."
"She has the habit of doing morning exercises - in the backyard of the White Shadow Palace. The Comb River runs directly through that place, and fog is likely to form in the mornings in late autumn..."
As she described the case, the details of the case became completely clear.
After being accidentally sprayed with an indescribable spray by a ferret, our thick-skinned Princess Vona cleaned the necklace and forgot about it.
After so many days, the smell has long evaporated. I don't smell any odor when I wear it normally, but that doesn't mean there is no odor left in those gaps.
So one day when she was exercising - maybe riding a horse, bending over or something else - the residue reacted with some plant aroma in the mist, causing the metal frame that wrapped the gem to loosen and soften, and the gem fell out in the process.
Very clear and simple.
Following Xia Yibing's instructions, Vona quickly found the gem in the backyard, but no one would have thought that this was the case before finding out the truth.
"Does that make her look at you differently?"
Hitzfeld arched his eyebrows.
"I remembered you through this incident, and then I found out that you were pretty and had good taste, so I started to pester you."
“This isn’t funny!”
Xia Yibing was a little angry.
The more relaxed Hitzfeld acted, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Doesn't she care at all?
So how does she feel about me?
Xia Yibing had heard that this kind of relationship between women... as long as it was done in secret, was not uncommon in the circle.
But they are not very "loyal". Many people really just want to have fun and change their partners faster than they wear clothes.
Could Hitzfeld be that kind of person?
What are her thoughts on this...?
Hitzfeld's eyes flickered secretly.
She looked carefully at the woman in front of her, her eyes moving across her legs, waist, abdomen, and chest, finally stopping at her face and looking into her eyes.
"I don't care because I believe in the promise you made to me..."
She moved closer.
Looking from the side, he almost squeezed into the woman's arms.
The first thing Xia Yibing smelled was the faint fragrance of magnolia.
Because of the height difference, when they were close together, the fragrance she could smell was always stronger than that of the young girl.
Who made her lower her head and it was her hair.
The novel describes the scent of a lover's hair as the most charming catalyst.
She didn't understand it at the time, but now, she needed to force herself to be patient in order to suppress the desire to hug her.
"hiss--"
As I was daydreaming, I felt a sharp pain in my left hip.
Hitzfeld's little hand was pressed there, and then she looked up, the hair on her face slid down, revealing two eyes, one gold and one blue.
"Is it still uncomfortable here?"
That was the injury he suffered while trying to save her.
She is showing her attitude through her actions.
Compared to these messy things, she only cares about her safety...
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Chapter 70 Seeds of Hope
Having worked in the Security Bureau for more than 40 years, Ethan visited Kevin Prison as a prisoner for the first time.
This was no ordinary prison. All the prisoners inside were serious criminals involved in evil activities. He was even very clear that this prison was not their final destination, because considering the importance of the city of Wayne Port, it was too dangerous for them to stay here.
The prison guards were very polite to him, probably because they had heard something. After they locked the door, Ethan sat down on the small bed against the wall. He tried to check the time and touched his watch. He smiled bitterly when he felt his empty pockets.
Nothing was left for him, he was treated completely like a prisoner.
So what does the future hold?
If my mysterious mother is really related to the Seed of Destruction, and I am the product of her and my father, my identity... those people actually want to use me?
It is impossible for me to stay in the capital any longer in such a dangerous situation... Kevin Prison is just a transit station after all, and I may be sent away again before dawn tomorrow.
The darkness was silent, and not even the sound of the wind could be heard outside. Ethan couldn't find anyone to share his distress with, and he wanted to sleep but couldn't, so he tossed and turned in his small bed.
Until he caught... the slightest movement coming from the darkness.
No, it's a feeling.
He instantly jumped up from the bed and rushed into the shadows like a cheetah, creating the illusion that there was no one in the cell.
"Very good." A familiar voice came from outside, "You have not lost your vigilance. I can save a lot of steps."
"Chief!" Ethan approached quickly from the darkness, stared at the fat man behind the iron fence and asked, "What are they going to do with me?"
“You should ask me what I intend to do with you.” Villefort shook his head, his face looming in the shadows.
"I'm sorry about Blit, but I'm glad the rest of you made it back alive. It wasn't easy... I'm sure you understand how difficult it is to do this now."
"I am the key... right?" Ethan said bitterly, "Not only do I bleed the blood of sinners, I also bleed the blood of that thing... I am a monster..."
"No, you are a human." Villefort interrupted him harshly, "You are a monster? Then how did you pass the physical examinations over the years? Are you mocking our security agencies as trash? You idiot!"
Ethan lowered his head and stopped talking.
This was of no comfort to him, and Villefort's personal will could not reverse the current situation.
"We have discussed for a long time that you are the key," Villefort continued. "If Hitzfeld really saw those things, then it is certain that if it was you who killed the thing in the end, the result would be worse than it is now."
"The real natural disaster will come now." Ethan said, "It has been planned for forty years. My father was also killed by them in this way..."
"I have this suspicion, but all the people who intervened in the personnel changes are dead now."
"Chief." Ethan looked up. "I don't care about this...really...I'm glad that Hitzfeld was able to catch me. Maybe if I just disappear, all the problems will be solved..."
"idiot!"
There was a loud clang, and the fat man reached into the fence, grabbed his collar and pulled him over.
"What do you think she was doing? Just to stop a disaster? She was also trying to save your life!"
"We all want to save you! Isendal! But the prerequisite is that you want to live!"
"I don't see any hope." Ethan was hanging there, expressionless, "That's the Death Tree... If they have to be on guard against me every time, I don't think Vesta will let me live until next week."
"Then destroy it completely at the root!" Villefort said in a very light tone, almost uttering the words from his throat.
"Level 9 file? What the hell is that!"
"Destroy it completely! So you can live peacefully for another forty years!"
"You are just the 'key' anyway, aren't you? As long as you are not the thing itself, destroy it - all this will be over!"
"You have to be able to do it." Ethan smiled. Although he was touched, he didn't take it seriously.
The legend of the Dead Woodland has existed for a long time, and this thing can be traced back to two centuries ago. So many years and so many generations have failed to completely eradicate its threat, so how could he put his hope on this.
Villefort let him go violently, and paced outside with his hands behind his back.
"The reason this thing couldn't be solved for so many years is because someone was hiding in the dark and manipulating it."
"We are like rangers... we search the forests for sneaky things every day, and cut down the saplings of those things when we find them."
"But we can't cure it completely because there is still a group of people playing hide-and-seek with us. Whenever we leave or we are not paying attention, they come out and spread their seeds in the soil again."
"So you see? If we can kill the people who spread the seeds, find where they store the seeds, and destroy them, the problem will be solved."
Ethan was somewhat moved.
But he dared not.
He didn't dare pin all his hopes on these words.
"Someone will take you away before daybreak."
He looked up sharply.
"Don't be afraid...you are mine." Villefort forced a faint smile. "You can't stay in this city until all this is settled. Don't trust anyone when you get there. Stay there honestly. If you are alive, you will be of great help."
Ethan just frowned at him.
"Why, aren't you happy that you don't have to go to jail?"
