This is horrible... Does Ethan have such a strong taste?
She casually flipped through the rest of the content and didn't read it again because she already knew where "Enling Road" was.
If nothing unexpected happens, the church located at the intersection of Enling Road mentioned by Bill Ponson is the one where Nicholas Brende showed his affection.
Putting the book down, she was about to stand up and stretch her body when she immediately heard the doorbell ring.
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
And it kept ringing, which made her guess which bastard was standing outside. She deliberately went to the bathroom to rinse her hands to clean off the dust from touching the old books, and then slowly went over to open the door.
"Did you do this on purpose?" As soon as the door opened, Maps-Dallent squeezed in impatiently.
He was dressed in a formal suit, looking very respectable, with a top hat that matched his outfit, and carrying a brown leather suitcase in his hand.
"It's not even time for lunch yet...what is this?"
Hitzfeld glanced at the box and said to him curiously.
"Bye." Darent leaned the box against the door, changed his shoes, sat down on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I happened to be watching a play at the Pollution Inspection Department, a trial, and I thought you were there too."
"Why am I here?" Hitzfeld was confused. "I'm not interested in watching the trial."
"Hmm? But the person on trial is Bill Cromer!"
"Bill Klomo?" Hitzfeld still tilted his head. "Who's that?"
"Who else could it be... a lackey of the Skye family!" Darent said angrily, "He accused you of conspiring with the evildoers to get the sword... and you sacrificed yourself to help Baron Skye clear his connection with the matter. Have you forgotten?"
"I remember now." Hitzfeld now knew who that person was.
She was the servant of Baron Skye. During the interrogation, Bill Cromer was waterboarded in front of her.
"He was caught?"
"If he's caught, he'll be hanged if nothing unexpected happens... Being involved with Niriku is an unforgivable sin!"
"I didn't expect you to be such a principled person." Hitzfeld came and sat down opposite him. "It's not enough to send the baron off personally, but even his most trusted servant has to be sent off as well."
"Who made me so righteous?" Darent raised his eyebrows at her wildly.
"Just tell me what you're going to do."
"…What are you planning?"
"Don't play dumb." Hitzfeld looked at him as if he was mentally retarded. "You met Xia, didn't you? If she hadn't told you about what happened here, would you have come here directly with a suitcase?"
"You can see that, why do you ask me what I want to do?"
Darent simply gave up and lay on the sofa, not wanting to get up.
"Since I am willing to come, I am naturally willing to accept your invitation—"
"I didn't invite you, so you don't have to go."
"Oh, come on!" Darent pulled his head back instantly, his eyes wide, "She can't go to Fellington with you! You won't take me? You want to go alone?"
"I can find Ethan to go with me." Hitzfeld raised his feet and reached out to stroke the Sheldon that came quietly over.
"Are you kidding me? Isendal hasn't even finished his confinement!"
"I do not have."
Looks calm.
"You know, I don't like bluffing or joking."
She certainly wasn't trying to scare Darent.
If there wasn't a good enough reason, even if Xia Yibing was the director, she wouldn't have asked Ethan to join the operation.
But it had to be Fellington.
It just happened to be Nicholas Brand's hometown.
Combined with Bill Ponson's description... Ghost Street, the weirdos wandering around Ghost Street and handing out candy to children...
Is there anyone better than Ethan Doyle?
She felt that she might not be able to find it even if she searched all over Wayne Port.
Because no normal adult—
Adult man.
I also like collecting those pictures.
"Oh, it looks like he built up some head start without me knowing."
Darent shook his head, stood up and picked up the box next to him.
Hitzfeld originally thought that he was going to leave in anger, but he sat back down, opened the box, and took out a small leather box that could be described as petite.
"What is this?" she asked the wooden man.
"My bargaining chip." Darent was very proud and winked at her wildly.
"Why don't you open it and take a look?"
Hitzfeld's face was full of suspicion.
That's not an exaggeration at all... the other party really looks like the kind of person who hides a spring-loaded devil's head in a box.
To be on the safe side, she placed the box on the low table and moved forward, pulling the big white dog.
"Open it."
The big white dog looked back at her with a look of despair on his face.
"good."
The girl stroked the top of its head.
"I'll make you something delicious tonight."
The dog opened its mouth wide and slapped the box with one paw.
Hitzfeld's breath hitched.
Inside lay a bright silver pistol of extremely exquisite workmanship, which was obviously specially made.
There was also a small card that read:
[To my friend Ezun Hitzfeld as a belated birthday present.
Your loyalty
Irwin-Browhaven-Victoria]
Chapter 9 Moby Dick
This was not the revolver she was used to, but an automatic magazine-fed pistol.
It was larger than any pistol Hitzfeld had ever seen, but the grip was rather delicate, making it seem top-heavy.
She took it out of the box and immediately felt the grip of the gun fit her hand perfectly.
Her hands were small, which made it very inconvenient to use a pistol. She had previously chosen to switch to a revolver because it was more comfortable to hold and could slightly increase her shooting accuracy, but every gun she had used in the past was not as suitable as this one.
It fits perfectly, really fits perfectly. Every line on the handle, every ridge and dent, even the position of the trigger, are all carefully adjusted according to the data of her palm. She could hardly restrain herself from curling up the corners of her mouth, and was very satisfied with this gift.
But that’s not all, the surprises this gun brought her were not over yet.
She tried to eject the magazine, but it was empty. However, she had handled many types of pistols and could tell at a glance that it used the same No. 3 bullet as the Prang, which was arguably the most common and easiest type of bullet to obtain.
Moreover, this magazine has room for modification. If times change in the future and No. 3 bullets are hard to buy on the market, you can replace the magazine and continue to use it.
She tried to load the gun and pulled the trigger. The crisp sound of impact was so pleasant to her ears. She carefully checked the gun over and over again and found a line of ancient Sara language engraved on the bottom of the magazine.
"'Moby Dick.'" She pronounced the word aloud and looked up at Darent. "Did they make this just for me?"
"What else?" Darent curled his lips, his face full of resentment and jealousy, "It can replace three types of magazines, fully automatic feeding, and its kinetic energy is several times that of the Plankton, which also means that its effective range is greatly increased..."
"It's really handy." The girl waved the gun a few times, staring at the muzzle that was two sizes larger than a normal pistol. "This feeling... it should be very comfortable to swing it to hit someone."
"Oh my God! Are you squandering this gift?" Darent held his head with both hands and screamed miserably. He jumped up and picked up the small card. He turned it over and handed it to the girl. "Take a closer look! Look at what's written on it!"
Hitzfeld didn't take the card and started reading the back.
[This is a work by the famous firearms expert Narus. It uses special metal materials. It can greatly improve shooting accuracy and attack power under the condition of being exposed to sunlight. The disadvantage is that the recoil will be a bit heavy at this time, so be careful when using it. "
"?" Hitzfeld felt that she recognized every word, but the sentence they put together was difficult to understand.
What are special metal materials?
What does it mean to improve accuracy and power under sunlight conditions?
Solar powered?
This was an era when the electrical revolution had just begun... there shouldn't be such technology, right?
But it's hard to say, after all, there is a precedent for small batteries. Maybe the level of technological development of the Seran Dynasty at that time was far beyond the current level, and they just lost a lot of technology because of the attack of the gray fog.
So this is their latest creation? A high-tech solar-powered high-powered gun?
No matter how many guesses there are, it is better to try it once. Hitzfeld went straight back to his room, took out a box of No. 3 bullets, loaded them into the magazine himself, loaded it, and went straight out to the top of the archway.
It was a sunny day today, and it was almost noon. Hitzfeld held up the "Moby Dick" to bask in the sun. Originally, she was planning to fire a few shots directly into the sky to try it out, but almost as soon as she raised the pistol, she realized something was wrong.
"White Whale" is running hot.
She loosened her hand a little and felt the metal surface more carefully with her skin, and finally confirmed that this was not an illusion - it was not the metal's natural reaction to absorbing sunlight, it was just generating heat on its own.
It wasn't particularly noticeable at first, but when she maintained this position for more than ten seconds, the rate of heating began to increase dramatically.
It was getting hotter and hotter, and the trigger was gradually scalding. At this moment, Hitzfeld had a vague illusion that what she was holding was not a pistol, but a terrifying beast that was brewing anger.
The situation was far beyond her expectations. She remembered the special reminder on the back of the card that "the recoil will be relatively large", so she added her left hand and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
Like a firecracker exploding on the ground, a puff of white smoke spurted out of the muzzle of the gun.
Hitzfeld only felt a terrible force hitting her body out of nowhere. She retreated six steps while holding the gun. Her heel was tripped by something and her buttocks were almost broken into four pieces.
Darent happened to come up at this time and watched the whole process of the girl falling from the side, laughing with glee.
"You can't, Aisuen~" He laughed and mocked, "You can't even handle the force of a small pistol. I think they sent it to the wrong person!"
“…” Hitzfeld silently got up from the ground, walked up to him, loaded the White Whale, and handed it to him with the muzzle tilted to the side.
"Try it yourself."
"Just give it a try!" Darent saw her intention, took the gun, and snorted, "I've used 'Bull' before, do you think you can still see me make a fool of myself?"
He imitated the girl's previous move and pointed the gun straight up into the air. Just as he was about to shoot, Hitzfeld called out to him, "Wait."
"Why?" Darent turned his head. "Are you going to regret it?"
"Did you get this from Alvin?"
"Yes, they actually came to me on their own initiative...How could you address His Majesty by his name!"
"Did she tell you what special material this gun is made of?"
"How would I know that..." Darent frowned, "I didn't dare to ask more questions. I just saw her write the card herself... Oh, by the way, she smiled a little cunningly at that time..."
"Okay." Hitzfeld suddenly smiled, "Go ahead and shoot."
"?" Darent was stunned.
The girl's smile...almost perfectly overlapped with the smile that he remembered Queen Sarah showing at that time.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Then he immediately knew where this premonition came from - the gun in his hand! It was getting hot! !
Sometimes, the human body's nerves are slow to respond to stimuli, especially when the sun is warm outside. Darent subconsciously attributed the gun's heating up to the spontaneous absorption of heat by the metal surface, but by the time he reacted, it was too late.
He made the same subsequent choice as Hitzfeld - he put his other hand up and shot without hesitation.
"boom!"
This time the firecrackers made even louder noise than before.
