Hitzfeld had a feeling.
he's changed.
Something was growing and budding inside him.
Something that frightened her...
"You've been planning this for a long time, haven't you?"
The man buried his face, and only his voice came slowly.
"Half of my dry food is missing. I always thought I accidentally lost it, but there's no reason... My physical fitness should be better than yours..."
"You stole it."
"Desca, is that so?"
“…This is the best option.”
The voice paused for a moment before answering.
"I would like to know."
"If you must listen - my future is brighter than yours."
"Feel sorry……"
"I'm younger than you, Bricher. You have to admit that. I'm 10 years younger than you, younger and stronger. If I become a Golden Knight, I can be used by them longer."
"Feel sorry……"
"You should know how difficult it is for the cult to cultivate a golden seed. They have spent so many resources on us. We must not die here."
"Sorry Deka...I don't understand..."
"I am the golden seed chosen by the Bravo family to support me. If I die here, the Bravo family will be annexed by the Dontsk family, which is not good for the situation in the south... and may even lead to a civil war."
"I do not understand--"
“And you have no background!!”
A roar shocked Bricher and Hitzfeld.
At this moment, the ghostly voice also began to tremble.
"You... you are from a commoner family, Bricher... no one is optimistic about you, no one supports you... no one is betting on you, your life and death will not involve too many people... not many people will suffer misfortune because of your death..."
"Is that why?"
The man's face became ferocious again.
"I don't understand, Deca..."
"Sorry……"
"That's why you did it!... I took care of you for so long! You once told me that you would change the situation where civilian knights could hardly stand out after you took the throne! I regarded you as a savior! All of us are!"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you..."
"You are a traitor! Descartes-Lavos!"
“But I’m still going to do it!!!”
The voice growled and covered Brichel again.
If you listen carefully, it does sound younger and more energetic.
And more determined.
"This isn't a peaceful world Bricher... don't you understand?"
"We all want change, who doesn't? But who will do it? If only one person can leave, who will survive and be better for Sarah? I have to consider these factors!"
"You are just a coward--" the man roared, "I misjudged you! Coward!"
"I'd rather be in your place..."
The voice whispered.
Hitzfeld seemed to be able to outline a young face from this voice, full of sadness, even pain to the point of shedding tears.
"You've taken so much care of me, Brichel...you even saved me twice. It's no exaggeration to say that I owe my life to you!"
"Please believe me... I really want you to be alive. If it was before the gray fog, I would have saved my rations for you even if I didn't eat or drink."
"But it's different now, Bricher... the situation is different now..."
“I must survive!”
He said word by word.
"I must survive...get out...return to Wayne...and support the Bravo family in taking power...only in this way can Bishop Senar have a chance to compete for the Pope, and our ideals...and everything that follows can be realized."
"So I can only say sorry..."
"I'm sorry I have to do this, Bricher."
"You can tell me your last words and I will pass them on to your family."
"I swear, I will take good care of them, and I will continue to carry your ideals with me."
For a long time, Hitzfeld heard nothing.
She almost thought the auditory hallucination was over, but the next moment she vaguely heard a "hiss" sound.
Blicher was laughing.
Laughing, laughing wildly.
"Brichel!"
"That's enough, Deka, you don't have to say any more."
The man stopped laughing and stared at Hitzfeld with a sarcastic look on his face.
It was like looking through her at someone else.
"You keep saying that you will change the plight of the common people and help everyone live the same life as the nobles."
"But you're just lying."
"Brichel, we all swore an oath!"
The voice said angrily: "You can insult me, but you can't insult our common ideals!"
"Come on."
The man curled his lips.
"That's what you said, but Deka, didn't you notice it yourself?"
"When you are faced with a dilemma, the route you ultimately choose is the same as those noble masters."
“You may have us in your eyes, but it’s pity.”
"Pity is not what we want. What we want is to truly change our own destiny..."
“I will do that!”
The voice roared.
"I will spend the rest of my life working hard! Try my best!"
"I don't believe it anymore."
The man said coldly.
"There is no savior, Descartes, no."
"It's unrealistic to rely on people like you who have never experienced the suffering of the lower classes... I understand now that I can only rely on myself."
"Brichel...!"
The voice screamed, because it seemed to see that the man was actually loosening the handle of the pickaxe.
"Leave with your nobility."
Brichel let go completely, and he fell quickly along the slippery seaweed, finally revealing a weird smile.
"I'll wait for you in the abyss."
"…and Sarah."
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Three updates of 10,000 words to make up for the update I owed yesterday morning.
And... Xiaoshaomao has also given a lot of tips... Then it would be even better if we continue at around this time tomorrow.
Chapter 38 The Missing
It wasn't until the man named Blicher completely disappeared into the darkness that Hitzfeld woke up.
"Ow!"
She heard a dog barking.
It's Lily...
"What's the matter with the sudden frenzy? Or did you smell her?"
She also heard the voice of Sixus.
Yes.
Hitzfeld suddenly remembered that if they could count on someone to break through the barriers of sea water and cave environment to rescue them in the current predicament, it would probably be only Sixus.
Because she is not purely human, she can reshape her body to a great extent, which may include turning her hands and feet into flippers that are more suitable for moving in water, and replacing her body with an underwater breathing system.
But what am I doing now...
Thinking back to this question suddenly, Hitzfeld was finally surprised to find that she seemed to have lost control of her body.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't "lost" but "cannot". Her whole body seemed to be paralyzed after being frozen for too long. Although she could still control it a little, she had lost the sense of touch in almost all parts of her body.
It was like she had turned into a shell, a wooden body, and she was just pulling this body to move.
Action - Climbing continuously using the Changxia Knife - repetitive, cyclical, mechanized action.
She heard the barking of dogs getting closer and closer, and seemed to see the faint light of a fire in the darkness.
"Ahh! Ahhh! huff huff..."
It felt like something soft and wet was licking her face.
"sand……"
Then there was the sound of boots crushing seaweed, and a figure stood in front with a torch held high, vaguely extending his hand towards this side.
But Hitzfeld no longer had the energy to recognize her, or to imagine anything else.
Her body, soul, and spirit were all exhausted. She used the last bit of her consciousness to activate the Ring of Desire, calling up her second chance for sleep in a week as an emergency measure, closed all her senses and thoughts, and plunged into the gray fog.
A dreamless sleep.
I woke up and opened my eyes to see the wooden cabin.
The low deck is less than one meter above the head, and people with higher upper bodies cannot even stand up straight when sleeping on it.
Just by looking at this, Hitzfeld knew that she had not been sent back to town, but was most likely still on the ship.
There was no sense of pitch and roll associated with the rising and falling of the sea, indicating that the ship must have been towed ashore.
Hitzfeld tried to move his fingers and toes to make sure there were no problems with his nerves.
But there was a tingling sensation in my arms and a slight discomfort in my lower body.
After all, she had experience, so she tried her best to stand up and sit up, first pulled out the needle of the left IV, then reached her right hand down and pulled out the catheter as gently as possible.
I shook my head and felt that I was still conscious.
But it still feels uncomfortable.
The soreness of her muscles was one thing, and it could be said that her whole body was sore and swollen... The other was the hunger in her stomach. She had never been so hungry before.
At the head of the small, broken bed was a wicker basket containing some dried fish, scones, and unknown fruits and vegetables.
