"Have you discussed this matter with Vesta and the others?"
"of course."
"Really?" Ethan approached the fence. "Why do I feel like he wouldn't agree to such a request?"
"I guarantee with my reputation and life that you will not betray me. If something unexpected happens, he will be very happy to see me dismissed."
“…Are you crazy!?”
Ethan slammed his head against the railing.
"I'm not crazy."
"Then why do you try so hard to protect someone like me?"
Ethan's roar echoed in the darkness.
“Our values are not equal!”
"You're the director!"
"How could you do such a thing?"
"You are responsible for the fate of other agents!!!"
"Don't worry about it." Villefort stepped back and raised his hat a little.
"Forget it, I'll explain it to you."
"Your father taught me a lesson. He said, 'If we don't do our best to fight for every glimmer of hope and slowly gather them into a miracle, there will be no hope in this era.'"
"We are all doing what we think is right, so don't think you are too special."
Villefort stayed in Kevin Prison until dawn.
The prison guard at the gate was staring at the morning mist and yawning, when suddenly he saw a team of fully armed policemen in black walking out of the mist.
He startled and woke up his dozing companion, and they both saluted them.
"Good morning sir, how can we help you?"
"My name is Kleinamis, and I am only responsible to Mr. Daniel Vista."
The hook-nosed man grinned at him, "Follow instructions, we'll transfer the prisoners."
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Ethan Doyle."
The prison guard's pen fell to the ground. He turned around, and his mouth opened so wide that a light bulb could fit into it.
"What's wrong? Is it inconvenient?"
Clenamis had a bad feeling in his heart.
"No...I know..."
The prison guard can no longer speak.
"But... Esendol... Mr. Batti-Villefort came by ten minutes ago and said that he was responsible for the transfer procedure of this person..."
"What did you say?"
Clenametus was horrified and grabbed him.
"Bati-Villefort—where is he?"
"Still down there!"
"Take me to him!"
A group of people rushed from the surface to the underground in a panic. Their running startled many jailers, who rubbed their eyes and stuck their heads out, curious about what they were busy with.
"Isendol——!"
Running in front at the fastest speed, Clenamis was the first to rush out of the corridor, and almost hit the iron bars of the opposite cell.
He stared into the cell and vaguely saw a shadow beside the bed.
Not yet able to move away?
A little more relieved than before.
As long as it's not transferred away.
No, it should be said that as long as the person is within ten miles of the area, he has a way to capture him.
"Good morning, Kleinamis."
A voice came from the cell.
Hearing this voice, Clenamesh's eyes widened.
He began to tremble, watching the figure step out of the shadows step by step, revealing Villefort's honest face.
"How dare you..."
“How dare you…”
"What's wrong with this?"
The fat man cheerfully reached out his hand and adjusted his collar through the fence.
"Go back and tell Vesta that I want to spend a few days in Kevin."
Chapter 71 Variations
"Hitzfeld." There was a knock on the door in front of me. "A letter from the Dream Corridor."
"I'll be right away."
Hearing that it was Xia Yibing's voice, Hitzfeld put down his pen, rubbed his swollen temples, stood up and walked to the door to open it.
"Have you stayed up all night again?"
There was no light outside, so she could only see the woman's shadow. The other person could see her much more clearly, and the fatigue on her face should be clearly visible.
"Didn't I tell you I'd check these things?"
After handing the letter to the girl, Xia Yibing squeezed into the room, walked to the table and looked at the pile of books and materials on it.
I flipped through it casually and found that it was all about the development history of Wayne Port.
Does she really intend to find the old royal party in this way?
Since the Security Bureau has no clue about this, don't hold out hope for these books that can be bought on the black market.
"I didn't count on them." Hitzfeld defended his actions while opening the letter, "It's just that... every time you solve a case, when you suddenly feel that you have a clue, that clue doesn't appear in your mind out of thin air."
"You mean to say that it has accumulated experience, and we have known about it before." Xia Yibing interrupted her, "So you want to read these things just to accumulate experience, so as to prevent yourself from not being able to jump out when you need to?"
"That's right." Hitzfeld gave her a relieved smile.
Because she was very tired after staying up all night, she did not wear an eye mask. She pinned her hair with a hairpin to prevent it from blocking her vision, leaving her eyes completely exposed.
It was the first time Xia Yibing saw her with this hairstyle and this smile... She looked a little silly.
"Then you can't not rest." She glanced at the bed. The sheets and quilt were neatly laid out, as if she had folded them for the girl.
"Insomnia is the inability to sleep, not the need for rest. Even if you lie down with your eyes closed for a while, it is more efficient than flipping through books for 30 or 40 hours without interruption."
"I know...but, I might be too involved."
Hitzfeld smiled at her foolishly again.
"I originally thought I would take a break after watching for a while, but I got so absorbed in watching that by the time I realized it, it was already daybreak..."
What a fool.
Xia Yibing felt helpless and distressed.
Of course she knew why Hitzfeld was trying so hard.
It was for Ethan.
It has been two days since I returned from Prince Berentin's banquet.
All of them have been running around desperately these days, using their connections to make inquiries, all in order to rescue Ethan as soon as possible.
"I also bought you breakfast."
Xia Yibing placed a steaming oil-paper bag on the bedside.
"What is it?" Hitzfeld looked up from the letter and sniffed.
"Why doesn't it smell like frying meat patties?"
"You stay up late every day and still want to eat fried food? This is honey bread, which is more expensive than fried meat patties!"
"But fried meat patties are spicy..." Hitzfeld's face suddenly fell, "I don't want to eat sweets every morning."
"Hey! This is not up to you!"
Chewing the bread with some difficulty, Hitzfeld suspected that this was the woman's way of taking revenge on him.
"What's in the letter?" Xia Yibing looked at the letter on her lap.
"Prusione wants me to go down."
"About the case?"
"No, it's about starting a class in Dream City."
……
Arriving at the end of the dark corridor again, Hitzfeld knocked on the door three times according to the rules.
"Come in."
When I pushed open the door, it was not surprising that it was a familiar scene - a dwarf in a black robe was standing on a raised stool fiddling with beakers, and various glass tubes were filled with a pink liquid.
"If you don't remind me, I will really forget about this." The girl walked over and sat down opposite, looking at the big-bellied vessel in front of her.
"What's this."
"The extract of Bashi Blood Orchid." Pusiangsi replied, "I don't need to explain its effects further."
"'It can make those who are determined become more determined, and make those who are bewitched change their minds.'" Hitzfeld read out a line from his wife's notes.
"I always thought that was an exaggeration...it's just a pick-me-up, right?"
"Not much." Pusiangsi nodded. "You are indeed very talented. I am considering whether to accept you as my student."
"I'm afraid it's not convenient right now." Hitzfeld declined politely, "If I can solve the problem of the Death Tree, I'd be happy to do it."
What she read these days was not only the history of the development of Port Wein, but also various folk legends - all about the royal family of Sara.
After all, identity and position are crucial if one wants to continue dealing with Prince Berentan.
She was now almost neutral, and the prince was willing to communicate with her. But if she became Pusiens's perfume-making apprentice, with this relationship between them, Berentin might never see her again.
"So when are you going to come back for class?"
Pusiangsi asked her calmly.
"I don't care, but those students...they keep talking about you."
Am I that popular?
Hitzfeld was a little surprised. She thought her experience in Dream City was just a dream for most people, including herself. She didn't expect that so many people still remembered her.
"As usual, come to class every Friday night, or you can change the time yourself."
Hand over an ink contract.
"The salary is 6000 Goli per week, and there is a new course on the impact of public opinion on social psychology. You can decide the topic yourself. If you have no problem, just sign below."
The two sides knew each other well, so Pusangsi didn't bother to talk too much with her.
There are no problems with the treatment and time arrangement, and the clauses are much simpler than modern contracts.
Hitzfeld read it quickly and signed it.
"you can go now."
Pusiangsi said immediately.
