He seemed to be having a lot of fun.
Hitzfeld was getting a little impatient. This was all nonsense, and she began to wonder if choosing this book was a waste of time.
However, the concept of this mother river is indeed puzzling... If this is the prototype of the Spirit Sea, doesn't it mean that this phenomenon has existed since the mythological era?
The Nemo customs imply that the dead can really be reincarnated? Is it possible for the remaining souls to enter the bodies of the living through the ritual process?
On reflection, Hitzfeld felt that this was nonsense.
If there really was such a method, then the history of the Dragon Kingdom that she saw would not be such a tragedy. This was something that even the Sun King could not do, so it should be just a stupid custom of the native tribe.
She felt that "Travels in the South China Sea" was still valuable. This value was not only reflected in helping her remember the last words, but also in pointing out the concept of "Mother River", which made her understand that originally not only living things, but also dead things could be transformed into that form.
It's not unreasonable - if the remaining spirits of flying spirits are the remnants of strong consciousness in reality, then as long as it is strong enough, for example, a captain has a strong obsession with his beloved ship from beginning to end, then the consciousness left after his death will outline the entire ship - this kind of thing is not impossible.
All the so-called supernatural and unknown things are just because people have not yet fully understood the principles behind them. Hitzfeld believes that she can find the rules behind them.
Looking at "Journey to the South China Sea" again, the Nemo chapter is also coming to an end with the arrival of the South China Sea patrol ship.
The elite soldiers equipped with guns and armor were far beyond the reach of the native tribes. Ferro was soon discovered by them and taken on board along with the remains of the victims.
Finally rescued, Hitzfeld thought he would be very happy at first.
But what she didn't expect was that in each of the following short stories, Green-Fellow would mention these two adventures, and often revealed a certain regret for the past in his writing.
[When I grow old and can no longer run business, I choose to settle down in Poseidon Port, marry a wife, and live the kind of stable life that most people want.]
[I told my story to many people, and they praised me as a legend, a warrior, and a person blessed by the goddess of luck. My friends are proud to know me, and my children are proud of me. I try my best to please them in front of others, but I know that I don’t think so deep down.]
[Yes, I survived. Among the countless dangers and dangers, the one that impressed me the most was the memory of the Nemo Islands. Everyone praised my wit and luck when they heard me describe it. They all thought that it was a blessing for me to escape. Only I...only I often wondered if this was considered the loss of a precious treasure.]
[This is what happens when people get old. They say that old people are actually dead before they get old. They don’t live in the same time as others. The world they see is different from others. It’s all memories, the reflections of memories left in time.]
[I am afraid I have reached this state. After all, I already have countless wealth, and my children can't spend it all even if they go bankrupt for three generations. I have seen so many dangers. I have no shortage of women or experience. The only thing I lack is another life.]
Hitzfeld half frowned, and it took him some time to understand what the man meant.
Probably... Green-Fellow had experienced everything that a civilized person should experience. At that stage, he no longer wanted money or status, but he still missed his younger self, the crazy self, the lucky self, the self who always had adventures.
Just like what he wrote below: "No one would know what kind of life Green-Ferro, as a Nemo, would have had if the patrol ship had not discovered the Nemo Islands."
Actually, I just want to find excitement.
Seeing this, Hitzfeld felt that it was a bit unfair to call Green-Ferro a "merchant seeking death". He was qualified to be called an explorer.
Although serious explorers actively seek death, he is passive, but he has been accustomed to the interweaving of bad luck and good luck over the years, and he obviously enjoys it.
[I know very well that my children will abandon me and my friends will leave me.]
The travelogue was almost coming to an end, with only the last page left for Hitzfeld. She saw this sentence first, then turned the page and saw an illustration.
It was still a black and white line drawing, of a pier, with a shriveled figure holding a cane standing there, with a hazy sea horizon in the distance. The whole person was out of place with the noisy pier.
[If I were given the choice again, I would definitely not go crazy.]
[I will accept the captain's invitation, board the Thunderbolt again, and join them in hunting down the most ferocious sea monster on the sea, the Kraken.]
[I will warn the Nemo people when the patrol arrives at the archipelago, command them to repel the attack, lead them to hide and move, and discover the secrets buried in those animal skin scrolls.]
[I realize that my life is about to end, and I am here to confess... I confess that I strangled that native girl.]
[A long time ago, I once asked her tentatively, what would happen if I was not the ancestor of the Nemo people. Her answer was: A long, long, long time ago, the Nemo people were not Nemo people, and the fish in the sea were not fish.]
[I thought it was just the ignorance of the natives, and suspected that she would reveal my secrets, so I looked for an opportunity to murder her.]
[But now it seems that I am the one who is truly ignorant, and I will pay the price with loneliness for the rest of my life.]
[But how can that atone for sin?]
[I can never go back...]
“I didn’t expect a travelogue to be so informative.”
Seeing this, Hitzfeld couldn't help but sigh.
The girl strangled by Ferro should be Shama.
That sentence really contains philosophical truth, especially for someone like her - a civilized person who understands theory much better than Ferro's half-baked civilized person, she can understand more from it.
For example, evolution and development.
There were indeed no fish in the sea in the past; they evolved from other things.
There were indeed no people on land in the early days, but that was also evolved from other things.
A fish is no longer a fish once it comes ashore.
Similarly, if Green-Fellow became a Nemo man, then he could really be a Nemo man.
The temptation of a lost life to a person who has seen all the prosperity is so strong that he will still think about it day and night before he dies.
Of course she didn't care about the details; she cared more about the extra gains.
"The 'mother river' of the Nemo people..."
"They think that the Mother River can contain everything, and all things from ancient times to the present may appear in it. So can it be understood as... 'There is only one Mother River in the world'?"
As if a flash of inspiration had passed through Hitzfeld's mind, he came up with a bold idea.
What if we change the word?
What about replacing 'Mother River' with 'Spiritual Sea'?
"There is only one spiritual sea in the world?"
"There is only one spiritual sea in the world...!?"
After reciting it several times, Hitzfeld threw off the quilt and jumped down to the ground, starting to put on his clothes for going out.
Then she quickly ran to Ashley's room next door, woke the girl up, and asked her where she hid the dagger.
Chapter 56: The Ghost Experiment 1
"Heath... What on earth does Heath want to do?"
Hitzfeld went downstairs with the dagger in hand, and Ashley followed her, still rubbing her eyes.
The girl had dressed in clothes suitable for going out just like her, and even though she had said many times that there was no big problem going out this time and that she wasn't needed, Ashley still insisted on going with her.
Then, of course, they met Kurumi who was patrolling with a candle in hand on the second floor.
"Walnut." Hitzfeld glanced at her. "A puppet and a wooden man... is the difference really that big?"
"As you can see, Walnut doesn't need to sleep in most cases." Walnut bowed to her, "Walnut's body has no sense of pain. Even if it is damaged, it can be repaired by sending Walnut back to the library."
"What about your spirit? If you were really a human before, wouldn't your spirit be tired?"
"I will be tired, but Kurumi has too much free time. Even if I close my eyes for a few minutes, I'm afraid the host won't notice."
"Are you tired now?"
"I can stay up all night, Master."
"Go to the room on the third floor where I do experiments. There is a leather paper package in the second drawer from the top on the left side of the table by the window. Go and get it for me."
Walnut took the order and went to do her job. Ashley continued to rub her eyes, and then she was surprised to find that Hitzfeld didn't seem to intend to go outside.
Why is she wearing so many clothes? Isn't there a fire in the room?
"I just don't want to appear in that world naked," Hitzfeld explained, then added, "I told you you didn't have to come."
"Is Heath going to the dream world?" Ashley was stunned at first, then became excited in an instant.
To her, the civilized world is no longer as strange and mysterious as it was at the beginning. She gradually integrated into this world and accepted its customs and culture, but she still couldn't understand what the dream world was.
Occasionally, she learned that extraordinary people could control their spiritual thoughts to ascend into the dream world, forming an avatar in the dream world and lurking in the ruins of the dream world to explore.
Adventure - she thought there was no better place for a warrior of the Sky Hunters to display her talents. She had always wanted to be an extraordinary person, but everyone she knew said that she had no talent in this area.
"If you have even the slightest bit of talent, we can find a way to get you started."
She still remembered that this was the response she got after asking the agent named Ethan Doyle for advice.
"Of course, this requires the guardian's permission. We don't do this kind of thing anymore... We won't do it again because it might lead to some very bad things happening. You'd better give up the idea."
He said this because he judged that Heath would never allow her to do this job, so she had to settle for being a Flintstone Knight - this was all she had studied well.
If you can't be a transcendent, then be a Flint Knight who can restrain transcendents.
Anyway, she has to be of some use, otherwise she will have to rely on Heath for protection when encountering evildoers. I just want to help her...
——Given this background, it is understandable that Ashley would have excessive curiosity about the dream world.
"Do you know how dangerous it is?" Hitzfeld kept admonishing her along the way. "It's not like you haven't been to the dream world before... In the past eternal nights, when it came, or when you had nightmares on ordinary nights, your spirit was a flickering green mist in the dream world... You have entered that place countless times, but you are not aware of it. But when you are aware of it, you have to pay an extra price and take some huge risks that are reserved for those who are awake."
"I'm willing to take this risk!" Ashley clenched her fist and patted her chest, "I've made up my mind!"
"Then come along." Hitzfeld gave up persuading her.
Her mentality is better now than before. It is useless to just stop a child from throwing a tantrum. If she insists on playing, then let her play. When she really sees something weird, she will naturally know that it is not fun.
Anyway, compared with the adventures in the previous cases, what we are going to do this time is not very dangerous and can even be done at home.
She was looking forward to seeing whether the experimental results would be the same as she had guessed.
When I got to the third floor, I found Walnut was already waiting there.
She was a really qualified housekeeper. Not only did she bring what Hitzfeld wanted, but she also put a tray next to it with two cups of hot water and two servings of pastries, which were sprinkled with soaked raisins.
This was not achieved in a short period of time. It can be inferred that she had prepared for it in advance - every night.
Hitzfeld stopped praising her and walked over to pick up a pastry, broke it open, and put the smaller part into his mouth.
Walnut had been watching nervously, and when she saw Hitzfeld nod slightly, she was so excited that she almost jumped up.
She also remembered that I don’t drink tea…
Hitzfeld looked at the two cups.
There was a tea bag in one of the cups, and the other was empty. It was obvious that Walnut remembered her preference completely - she only drank water in most cases.
I have indeed been in a daze for too long.
In the past, I turned a blind eye to the concern from the outside world.
"Is this for me?" Ashley also picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. While chewing, she got the answer, praising Walnut directly: "It's delicious!"
Then she glanced around the room and finally stopped at Hitzfeld, not knowing what to do.
This is an ordinary bedroom, and it is no different from other bedrooms in terms of furnishings and specifications.
"Help me, let's push the bed to the side."
After eating, it was time to work. The three of them worked together - actually most of the work was done by Walnut and Ashley. They moved the bed and the table to make a small space in the middle.
Hitzfeld emptied the contents of the package, and they saw that there was a large pile of candles inside.
But it didn't seem like an ordinary candle... It was shorter, thicker, and whiter than the candles sold outside, a bit like -
"Death candle." Hitzfeld revealed the answer, "A special reverse version."
"What do you mean?" Ashley didn't understand.
"There's a reason why funeral candles are so expensive. They do have some ability to ward off evil spirits."
Hitzfeld explained calmly, "It's just that most of that comes from empiricism. Some materials are useful, but some are purely metaphysical... I have mastered the fundamental principle, and I have reversed it based on that, adding materials that attract the undead. Isn't the function reversed?"
"Can this candle attract the undead?" Ashley stared.
She was a little scared, but more out of curiosity.
Heath did say that she was also a funeral director, but Ashley...she usually had to hang out at the Knight Academy most of the time, so she couldn't see Hitzfeld making candles and coffins, so naturally she didn't feel much about it.
"The dagger in your hand was reforged with the nectar of the blue sauers. These candles are barely of the same kind."
As Hitzfeld explained, he squatted down and drew a relatively simple but neat five-pointed star ring on the floor with chalk, and began to place the death candles at various nodes of the star ring according to the requirements of the ritual.
"It uses the ointment extracted from the bodies of wild beasts that have been paralyzed by the blue flower."
At this point, she added in her mind: The price is not cheap either...
This experiment better really verify something, otherwise she will lose a lot of money.
Well...but she just found a sucker.
Baron Kager is so fascinated by the mysterious world, so he would probably be happy to provide more financial support...right?
