Or maybe it's a bit funny... Hitzfeld really didn't expect that there would be a day when Ashley would care about him like this.
She told Ashley in a bad mood to sleep well and not to think too much, then she took the candlestick and went back upstairs to her bedroom.
But she wasn't actually wrong much.
She thought to herself as she took out her key and opened the door.
It's not two weeks, it's four weeks...
If you ask her whether she can hold on for such a long time without any relief, and whether she is tired, it must be uncomfortable.
But she felt that compared with the experience after falling asleep, this torment was not difficult, and she could still hold on for a while.
Especially since Xia also gave me a pair of socks that had probably been worn. With this feeling of being wrapped up, the time could be extended even further.
Thinking of this, she almost tripped when she entered the room.
She lay on the edge of the bed and looked back, and saw a dead white dog lying there, not realizing at all that it had almost embarrassed its owner, and was grinning at her.
"..." Hitzfeld stood still silently, let go of his skirt, stepped back to the door and pushed it open, with one hand on his waist and pointing outside.
The big white dog's ears, which had been erected, suddenly drooped down.
"Woo woo~" It came to the girl's feet and rubbed her legs, with its whole body lying on the ground, and its tail wagging rapidly behind it.
Hitzfeld remained unmoved. He continued, persisted, and even pointed outward a few more times with greater force.
The big white dog's eyes rolled, and he suddenly turned around and jumped onto her bed, burrowing into her bedding and lying motionless.
"Pretending to be dead, huh?" Hitzfeld walked up and started grabbing it through the quilt, "Come out!"
She lifted a corner of the quilt and reached inside, but found nothing. The big white dog came out from the other side.
She moved to the other side and continued to grab, but again she found nothing. The big white dog shrank back into the quilt again.
After catching the dog, she got so angry that she kicked off her slippers without caring about her manners, got into bed with her skirt on, and desperately pressed the dog in the middle of the bed. She gathered the quilt together on both sides and trapped the stupid dog inside like a baby swaddle.
"Woof woof!" Only Lily's dog head was left exposed, turning from time to time, twisting left and right as she struggled inside.
Hitzfeld lay on the bed, gasping for breath. After he recovered, he straightened his hair and looked at the silly dog in deep thought.
"Do you really want to sleep here?"
"Wang!"
"But you usually sleep outside. If you say you're afraid of the cold, that's not a good excuse."
"Wang!"
"Ashley is usually so nice to you. Even when she beat you up, it was just an act. Are you afraid of her?"
"Wang Wang!"
"You didn't look like this the last time she came back..." Hitzfeld frowned, not understanding why Lily suddenly went crazy.
All possibilities were raised and denied one by one, and finally she felt that she might be close to the truth.
"You want to sleep with me?" she tried to ask.
“Awooooo ...
The big white dog shook its head even more violently, and it was obvious that it was extremely excited.
"The point is not to sleep together, but to let me sleep and rest..."
Fully understanding Lily's meaning, Hitzfeld laughed.
It was just an animal's vague instinct, but it happened to fit the loneliness she felt when she fell asleep without anyone to accompany her - she could just hug Lily and use this method to ease her fear.
"Okay." She reached out and rubbed the dog's head. "I promise you."
"Woof~!"
"But not today."
“Wuwu…!?”
"Not today." Hitzfeld leaned over and kissed Lily on the forehead. "Ashley finally got to come back once. There aren't many such opportunities. I have to seize every moment."
"I'll sleep with you tomorrow."
"Oh no, I should ask you to sleep with me..."
After comforting Lily, Hitzfeld went out holding the candlestick and took a tour of the manor house.
The dead bone ice needle is the manifestation of her nightmare. This thing can be mixed with the mystery of the manor, which may be because they have always been together like this.
Through the ice needle mark, she can control whether the manor appears in the secular world, and can naturally sense whether someone approaches the mark or enters the manor.
But the manor was not a continuation of her body after all, and she could not sense some of the internal facilities and safety hazards with her mind, so she was still very careful and checked the entire building every night before going to bed.
A man was patrolling in a dark, empty house, especially considering that it was a "thousand-year-old house" and there was a large cemetery next to it.
This is actually a great test of courage.
A normal person might not dare to come, even Hitzfeld might not dare to come a while ago.
On the one hand, she was not sure whether she was guilty of anything concerning the cemetery. On the other hand, she felt that it was too eerie. She was terrified to even approach it in the middle of the night, let alone patrolling there.
But not now.
Never.
She hasn't solved all the mysteries yet. For example, she still doesn't know whether the real owner of the black collar is dead or alive, and where he is now...
But she already knew most of the truth, and she no longer found this place scary.
After touring the main house, she took the hat and scarf from the hanger at the door of the hall, removed the base of the candlestick, and put it back into a lantern along with the white candle pierced by the base.
This beautifully shaped white candle with a faint fragrance when burning is also called a death candle in this world.
They are usually used for the dead and only appear during funeral ceremonies.
Hitzfeld himself is a funeral director and knows how to make this kind of candles. So all the candles stored in the manor are of this kind.
She didn't care about the legend and was too lazy to change, so she took the lantern and walked on the manor path, passing through the forest of stele and the treetops as a living person.
The waning moon cast her shadow, and before she knew it, she stopped by a stream.
A few meters away was a wooden bridge. Because no one had walked on it recently, the snow on the surface was piled high.
Hua Hua——
The winter wind blew through the woods on the other side.
The leaves are just a swaying corner, like a goddess of the night lifting her veil to reveal a Western-style building.
Hitzfeld stood there with the lamp in his hand, staring at the other side for a while, but ultimately did not cross over.
After returning, she put her things away, found the bathroom in her room, took off her clothes and started to wash.
After getting rid of her fear of the manor, the advantages of this place became apparent. What made her feel most comfortable was the decoration style that was ahead of its time, which was most evident in the bathroom.
Underfoot are black and white tiles with granular surfaces, and all the fine gaps are filled with a waterproof coating.
The washbasin and toilet, as smooth as white porcelain, saluted her as if welcoming a living king.
Of course, there is also her favorite shower room, which has enough space to stand and a clean white bathtub.
The hot water had already been boiled, she prepared the water and immersed her whole body in it.
In order to relax for a while and completely wash away the fatigue of the past few days, Hitzfeld was too lazy to put on underwear. He just wrapped himself in his nightgown and came out, drying his hair while adjusting the temperature of the copper furnace.
People who have just taken a shower are the least afraid of cold, so this temperature is a bit high.
Glancing at the bed, Lily was already asleep on it.
"It's time to get to work."
Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Hitzfeld took out a thick black leather notebook from the drawer, which was completely different in style from other notebooks of the same kind.
Each page of this thing is parchment, and most of them are blank, with only the first few pages filled with content.
Hitzfeld prepared the pen and ink, but was not in a hurry to write on it. Instead, he carefully read over what he had written from beginning to end.
"Confirming the possibility of the 'Mysterious Lord' reshaping the supernatural system through the influence of flint toxins."
This is the title of the first chapter.
It is also the only title of this "book" at present.
The Lord of Mystery is a name she randomly gave herself, meaning the one who holds the mysteries.
Otherwise, always calling it Mysterious 10 or Mysterious 10 or something like that... She still felt it was too weird.
She knew very well that the fact that she had eaten the mysterious source that took root in the earth would not have much impact on Namiia.
Because the earth has only the source of mystery, if it is pulled out, mystery will disappear from the earth.
But Namiia has lost its mysterious source and its creators, those evil gods... the outer gods, they are the source of that knowledge.
So even though she was already "Mysterious 10", in theory she could interfere with and find all the evildoers by influencing this path, but if she didn't want to be directly exposed to those things, she'd better give up this idea.
That knowledge is a good thing, but it cannot be used casually.
One is to whitewash.
One is that she wanted to try to see if she could combine the systems of the two worlds and forge her own path on that basis.
Chapter 6: Extraordinary Fork in the Road
Hitzfeld ate "Mystery" in a dream, and the feedback he got was only valid in the dream and was not brought out.
This refers to the feedback from the body. The strength of her flesh, blood, tendons and bones has not changed, and her body is still delicate by extraordinary standards.
All she can bring out is knowledge, and that is "black knowledge". Not only can she not use it to gain feedback and strengthen her body in reality, but she also has to be extremely careful when using the knowledge to transform external objects, for fear of attracting the attention of something.
She didn't think it was a bad thing, but rather felt lucky.
Because the origin of this knowledge is unclear, if she can really use it to strengthen her body, even if she uses insomnia as a convenience to improve herself madly, she may end up becoming a deformed monster.
Her status in the mystery can crush the "source of mystery", so she is immune to distortion in dreams. But this privilege may not be effective when facing the real source of mystery - those outer gods, and she does not want to take risks.
If you really want to use "black knowledge" as you please, you have to whitewash it.
On this basis is to walk your own path and make others' things your own.
In this way, she is the Lord of Mystery, and there are no restrictions on how she uses knowledge or how she acts. She may even be able to embark on a third extraordinary path.
[There are currently two extraordinary paths in the world... the nightmare system of the 'justice' camp, and the upgrade system of the 'evil' camp.]
The tip of the pen moved as Hitzfeld wrote the next line of characters following the previous text.
[The nightmare system refers to the extraordinary path of sharpening and strengthening the spirit with nightmares as the foundation. The class concept of this system is particularly vague, the formation time is slow, and the combat effectiveness is greatly limited. It takes a lot of time to reach the stage of the present spirit with "extraordinary" combat power.]
[This process is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, your spirit will become corrupted and degenerate, turning into a 'corruptor' monster that is difficult to kill with conventional means.]
As if he felt that the description of this road was too poor, Hitzfeld thought about it and added:
[The advantage of the nightmare system is that it is based on oneself. Self-awareness plays a dominant role in the extraordinary path. As long as the mind is strong enough, hidden dangers can be suppressed.]
"But nightmares themselves are also a major weakness..." She shook her head as she wrote.
I originally wanted to write "a strong mind also makes it easier to fight against evil gods", but when I think about it, that's not the case at all. For this path built on nightmares, the existence of nightmares makes it easier to penetrate the weaknesses of the mind.
To put it simply, it is easier to break through defense.
If you lose your defense while arguing with others, at most you will lose some face, but if you lose your defense while playing games with the evil god, you may lose your life.
This is also why she suddenly wanted to establish this project, because she had a sense of crisis, and the flaws of this path and the upgrade path taken by the enemy were a bit too obvious.
The mythical particles disappeared, and it was no exaggeration to say that Namibia had entered the Dharma Ending Age. The efficiency of various magic and mystical energy mobilization was infinitely reduced.
But those outer gods obviously took another path, the path of the mind and the path of the soul.
[After the particles disappear, both sides try to find their own way to gain an advantage.]
Hitzfeld continued writing.
[Compared to the 'nightmare' path, the 'level up' path is much better. First of all, it has a complete knowledge inheritance and level system, knowledge and application are separated, and the cost of learning it is very low...]
She once possessed Claire and worked as a witch apprentice for a period of time. If this profession is still retained among the evil followers in Namibia, they can easily cultivate a large number of middle-level combat forces in 3-5 years.
A black spider pet that can act as an eyeliner and integrates reconnaissance and alarm functions.
Any bottle of magic potion thrown out at random might explode or grow flesh and blood tentacles to cause trouble.
