There has always been a group of people following him and helping him. Combined with the self-deprecating words he just uttered, they are probably hoping that Aman can cheer up and go back to fight for his own rights.
Aman didn't make up his mind until recently, when he heard the news of Goli's collapse. This explains why he laughed at himself and why he looked a little frustrated.
"There's nothing much to say..." A'man wiped his face with his right hand, "I did not make up my mind until not long ago. Before that, I had been avoiding my responsibilities. I always felt that people like me... to put it bluntly... were cowards and had no right to meet them. I know that even so, many people still see me as hope. I'm ashamed... that I didn't respond well before."
"It's all over, Your Highness." Stimulated, Miss Mary finally mustered up the courage: "As long as you wake up, it's never too late."
"It's too late." Aman waved his hand. "Yan Ke paid with his life for this."
Signaling Mary not to interfere, he leaned against the wall casually, facing the girl on the bed, and said to her: "I plan to go back and raise the flag again. Very few people know about this. We also know that our power is very limited. It is unrealistic to make all the Goli lords surrender just by justice. Therefore, we need Sarah's help. My followers nominated Yang Ke to run for this matter."
"Yan Ke is the messenger of Mo Keli. Mo Keli is the father of my brother's wife. He is my uncle and knows a little about me."
"But my uncle didn't care about dealing with Sarah. Yanke was not trusted. He rarely even met Yanke."
"That's what Yanke told me. He said that although Mo Keli seemed cruel at times, he was still a good person."
"Of course I want to believe Yang Ke, but since I have decided to take on this responsibility, I... must be responsible for all those who follow me. Every decision I make may kill them."
"I want to make sure whether my uncle Mo Kaili is still loyal to me. It just so happens that the bounty mission I did some time ago involved those evil followers, and I accidentally intercepted a batch of evil books. I am very sure that those people want to eat my flesh and drink my blood. I used this to conduct an experiment: I let Yang Ke accidentally reveal to Mo Kaili that I can change my appearance."
"Then ask him to try his best to reject your uncle's help and suggestions, arouse his suspicion, and see if he will sell this secret to the Eclipse Church." Leon helped him complete the answer.
"Ahem...it seems that Your Highness is very confident in his abilities."
If you don't have confidence, it's impossible to catch the traitor in this way.
Angelo's power and the extraordinary talents of Poseidon's followers seem to be far more than just changing their appearance.
"Then why did you get in the car?" Bariu frowned, "You shouldn't have come!"
She didn't understand. These people obviously knew that there was something wrong with the letter from the beginning, which was enough to confirm that Mo Keli had a rebellious heart.
Then why did you come?
It is definitely not a wise move for a prince to go into danger alone.
"We are different from Sarah." Aman curled his lips.
"It's not enough to say that we are short of people and money. What's the use of such a group of people even if they know that Mokali and Eclipse are colluding? After we return to Goli and spread the word, how many people will believe us?"
"We need to get evidence of the deal between Mokeli and Eclipse." Mary added, "Only in this way can we destroy his prestige and His Highness can get his things back."
"Then why don't you ask us for help?" Baliu was even more dissatisfied.
"Sara's Chamber of Commerce may not want His Highness to return alive, and you had an accident on the southeast coast some time ago. We are not sure if you still have the strength to spare..."
Mary didn't look too good either.
This is actually quite annoying to talk about, because when this kind of communication arises between countries, especially when one side is particularly weak, there are too many factors to consider.
She knew what the other party was thinking. He was just blaming them for hanging on even though they were so poor, and even suspected that Sarah would do something bad to them.
But the more they thought about it, the more worried they became. They were just afraid that Sarah would do that - because it would be too easy.
"I've explained it." Aman looked at Hitzfeld.
"Now, Miss Hitzfeld, I want to know why you decided it was me, and what you called me here for."
Baliu also looked over.
She was also very curious... Even if there was a 50% chance of guessing wrong when choosing between the two, how could Hitzfeld be sure it was "Yodral" and not "Billis"?
"Because you smoke for too strong a purpose." Hitzfeld said softly.
"I've asked some people, you smoke at other times, your addiction is not much lighter than Mr. Bilis, but when you live with Mr. Bilis you stop smoking."
"There's no way to explain this." She stared at Aman. "I can only suspect that you smoke to hide your face... You're still subconsciously afraid of being discovered, but since someone is creating smoke to block your vision, you don't want to touch tobacco anymore."
"...This is a flaw." Aman frowned, "Anything else?"
"Mr. Billis lived so close to Temple that he had every opportunity to tamper with his hat."
"For example, hide it!" Bariwu suddenly realized, "or just ask him to meet outside! Only in this case will he not have time to inform you!"
She realized it, because Billis and Tompley were roommates!
In other cases, if the communication or interview occurs in a public place, there may be witnesses.
Especially Miss Mary, she was originally on the same side as Aman and Tompley, so she would definitely pay extra attention to the movements over there. But even if she was a flight attendant, she couldn't stay in the bedroom all the time, so Bilis could use this private space to ask Tompley to go outside to talk!
Temple may have noticed that there was something wrong with him at that time. He immediately realized that this was the person they were looking for on this trip - Bilis might know the details of the transaction between Mokari and Eclipse.
He could have rejected Bilis first and found Aman to discuss countermeasures, but either... he was confident that he could escape, or he felt that there were residential areas on both sides of the railway, and even if something happened, there would be a chance to call for help, so there was no need to do anything that might alarm the enemy.
So he just followed.
And then never came back.
"Were you locking the door when I came looking for you?"
Li Ang finally discovered the problem and opened his mouth wide, "Could it be that there is——"
"Bilis." Aman replied coldly.
"We were planning on leaving right after we dealt with him. If you had come any later, he wouldn't just have been tied up and stuffed under the blanket."
"Is Nandez your man?" Hitzfeld asked suddenly.
Everyone else, including Aman, was stunned.
Nandez...who is that?
"It's the conductor!" Miss Mary reacted the fastest, "It's the conductor!"
"I'm looking for you now to ask if the conductor is in cahoots with you. If so, I suggest you start the train right away..."
"But since you want to just leave, then that's not it."
“This result is terrible…”
The girl's voice sounded a little weak due to weakness.
But the audience all shuddered unconsciously, and terrible speculations arose in their hearts.
"Hitzfeld."
A'man narrowed his eyes and asked the question.
"Why……"
"Because those people can also figure out what she can figure out!"
Baliwu interrupted him harshly.
"You were targeted from the moment they found out that Yanke Tompley was not Aman Angelo! It just so happened that during the day we investigated the Red Leaf Hotel and alerted them again—"
"It means an attack could come at any time." Leon clenched the gun in his hand, walked inside, and glanced at Hitzfeld.
So this is what she meant by not having time.
This is such a pleasant surprise.
Chapter 40: Escape 1
In the hotel lobby, Sheriff Rand was talking to Baliu about the key point.
"You heard me tell him before. I told him... my father died of lung disease, but I am 100% sure that he was killed by those villains. You may be confused by this contradictory statement."
Next to the sheriff was a large beer glass, the liquid in it was now half gone compared to when it was full, but he still looked normal and his speech was well controlled.
"This is basically the most bizarre case I've ever experienced... I was about 8 years old at the time. I don't know what was going on in my mind that afternoon. I walked across half the street to the police station where my father worked to play with him. Then I saw a man jump in from the window and shoot him... I lost him just like that."
As he said this, Sheriff Rand lowered his head and looked at the tabletop shaking back and forth: "I told them everything I saw, but they told me - there were no wounds on the body."
"How is this possible?" Ashley glared, "You said you saw him get shot. Was that just an illusion?"
"That's not right." She reacted quickly, "If it was an illusion, how could your father die?"
"That's what I said." Sheriff Rand nodded vigorously. "But they said... the autopsy results showed that he had a severely diseased lung in his chest. Those organs were in very bad condition. They believed that he died of complications from lung disease and severe internal bleeding."
"Plus, no one else in the police station was attacked, and no one saw any suspicious people passing by the window. He was eventually diagnosed with a lung disease attack, and it was not even considered a death in the line of duty."
"This..." Ashley was stunned, "Did you see what the person who jumped in looked like?"
"It was noon." The sheriff shook his head. "I was hiding under the table in the shadows. From my angle, I could only see large patches of blazing white light when I looked out the window... The man's clothes and face were completely blocked by the light. I could only judge that he was a man."
"Has anyone from the Shadow Lion or the Cult come to check?"
Sheriff Rand still shook his head.
"You underestimate the difficulty of survival." He said with a smile, "See those drinkers in the corner? Most of them don't have stable jobs. Let me teach you a little common sense, Ashley... The reason why everyone is paid weekly now is because life in the past was ten times or a hundred times harder than it is now. If you extend the payroll period a little longer, hundreds or thousands of more people will starve to death every extra day or two."
Ashley was a little confused. She didn't understand what Rand-Ann meant by suddenly switching to this topic. It took her a while to realize that he was justifying the injustice he had suffered.
That was a time when people were starving to death everywhere. There were far more people desperate than now, and they were more likely to take risks. The police force must have been even tighter at the time, so how could they squeeze out a transcendent to investigate such a "small case"?
Ashley then became more confused: Sheriff Rand was clearly a victim of that era, and he and his family were very likely to have suffered injustice, but he didn't think about seeking justice or even revenge?
"I don't complain..." The sheriff shook his head, "Because there are too many people who are qualified to complain about fate before me. Instead of complaining about this, I'd rather complain about myself. If I hadn't suddenly decided to go find him, he might not have stayed in the office and wouldn't have met the assassin."
"But this is always going to happen!" Ashley shouted, "Your father must have offended those criminal organizations... They are targeting him! Something will happen to him. If you hadn't witnessed it, even you would have thought he died of lung disease!"
"I have indeed been telling others this." The sheriff raised his eyebrows. "My mother and other close friends have said this many times over the years. I almost believed it myself."
"But I don't care too much about it." He grinned again, "I am satisfied that this matter did not affect my mother... I am the only man in the family, right? I have to take responsibility... So until I hid them, I didn't tell anyone that I wanted to be a policeman."
"You didn't even tell your mother?"
"No - because she will definitely not agree, and she will do everything she can to stop me from doing this. But I have made up my mind, and I will not give her the chance to be sad."
"Time heals everything... She was really sad at first because I kept lying to her that I worked at the docks. But when I told her I had been a police officer for six years, she thought about it and let it go."
Ashley stared at him blankly, looking at this middle-aged man who was already a little drunk.
She seemed to suddenly understand why the other party had said before that this side "has indeed not grown up yet".
Almost the same dilemma as her own, the same difficult choice...but Rand-Ann's way of dealing with it was indeed more adult-like than hers.
Indeed, no mature person would seek someone's consent before doing anything she is determined to do.
"Sheriff, you..."
Just as he was about to speak, cheers suddenly broke out from the corridor entrance.
The two men and the dog looked over there and saw four people surrounding the gray-haired girl coming down from upstairs.
Hitzfeld looked far more delicate tonight than usual.
Her skin was whiter than milk. Her black dress had no leather corset around her waist, but was simply decorated with a layer of black cloth. Yet she still looked so slender, like a willow branch swaying in the spring wind.
Her every move was more charming than usual. At this time, she was supported by a cloaked woman wearing a mask. One hand was gently placed on her hand, and the other hand carefully lifted the hem of her skirt. Every step she took seemed to be walking on the hearts of those drinkers, drawing their crazy cheers.
"See?" Leon came closer and said in a low voice, "This is your current fame... Even if you haven't solved the case yet, you are still the most popular detective in all of Sara."
"..." Hitzfeld felt as if there were ten thousand Xia Yibings crawling all over his body, giving him goose bumps.
"It's just to attract attention anyway...you guys hurry up and find Nandez to drive."
"Is it really just to attract attention?" Baliwu beside her squeezed her, "How about I try to let go of your hand and you walk on your own..."
You are only acting so arrogant because I am in a bad state now.
Hitzfeld glanced at her indifferently.
Bariwu clearly felt the implication, the threat that you will be in trouble in the future.
Thinking of the rumors about this person and her series of operations and calculations since they met, the tree girl felt a little cold behind her back.
"I'll go find Nandez!" Mary volunteered. "Your Highness, will you come with me?"
After saying this, she looked at Li Ang, and her intention to protect him was self-evident.
"I'm better than him, I'll go with you." Baliu glanced at Ashley and felt that being a maid was a waste of her talents.
Since Ashley was there, Hitzfeld let her go and help.
"Can you walk a few steps?" Baliu asked Hitzfeld.
"I can handle it."
"That's it... You stay here and wait for the train to sound. When you hear the train sound, get out and get on."
"By the way! Don't forget to notify Sheriff Rand!"
After giving their instructions, Aman, Miss Mary and Baliu left quickly.
