"boom!"
After closing the trap door above their heads, the two waited in the darkness for a long time. Only when they were sure that there were no more pursuers did Hitzfeld hear the sound of someone sighing.
"It's not safe yet."
she heard him say.
"I won't hold your hand. Just try to listen to the movements and follow me."
He led Hitzfeld through the darkness.
This seemed to be a dug tunnel, but there was no strong smell of earth. She guessed that it was designed when the monastery was first built.
After walking around for a while, she seemed to have gone 2-3 meters deeper underground. A door was pushed open in front of her, and light instantly spilled out and enveloped her.
Hitzfeld closed her eyes in advance very experiencedly. She opened her eyes after a while and her body just crossed the threshold and entered a room...how to put it...it should be a temporary shelter.
This place is only the size of an ordinary living room, but it is crowded with nearly 20 people. Most of them are teaching staff wearing black robes and black skirts. The old man in white robe who escaped earlier is also here.
"What are you doing here!"
When the old man saw them come in, his face changed drastically and he immediately came up to push the man.
"It's too late for you now... Leave! You are not welcome here!"
"Arthur!"
The man in black pushed him against the door with a bang, approached him and whispered, "As the head of the Blackwood Parish, you condoned those people to preach here... That's fine, but is this how you treat your savior?"
"You are not worthy of being my benefactor!" The old man retorted viciously in an equally low voice: "How much suffering have I endured because of you? Do you think that helping me fix a few light bulbs can make up for it?"
"What about her!?" The man quickly glanced at Hitzfeld, "If it wasn't for her, would you be alive?"
“……” The old man was silent now.
He also turned his attention to the new guest, looking Hitzfeld from head to toe.
The silver-gray hair was braided and tied close to the cheek.
Fair and delicate skin, and flawless facial features.
The most impressive thing is the gray-white eyelashes that give her a unique temperament, paired with a black eye mask covering her left eye.
Where did this noble lady come from?
Even if you ignore the fine fabric she was wearing, the face alone was enough to evoke associations.
Is it... that the nobles from the capital landed in the town and were trapped by the blockade?
"My name is Arthur, and I am the parish chief of this town."
Pushing the man aside, the old man walked up and introduced himself.
"Thank you for your help, but I have to figure out why you followed Rafa in here..."
Chapter 91: The Savior of Blackwood Town
"She didn't follow me!" the man interrupted him.
Then he noticed that the girl was looking at him, and he immediately straightened his attitude and introduced himself: "I am Rafa Pisis, an inventor..."
At this point, his expression became a little unnatural, and his tone became self-deprecating: "Even though I may not be able to invent anything good in my lifetime, I prefer to call myself that."
"I..." Hitzfeld opened his mouth.
She wanted to say her name was "Hitschfeld" - which was a bit perfunctory, because she didn't intend to say her own name.
But she soon realized that this was in the past, more than forty years ago. There should be no "Hitzfell" in Blackwood Town at that time.
So she paused for a moment and said reflexively: "... Walnut."
"My name is Walnut."
What kind of weird name is this?
From Arthur and Pisis' reactions, Hitzfeld could clearly read disgust and astonishment.
"Okay, Miss Nutella," Arthur said, "a priest will come with a dog to smell you later. If the dog doesn't bark... you can come in and stay for a while, but if it barks, you have to leave. Can you promise not to come back after being expelled?"
"...Okay." Hitzfeld nodded, then smiled: "Don't worry, you won't be implicated."
"This is not a question of involvement!" Arthur's face flushed red, as if he was exposed for some dark thoughts. "This is just... a necessary procedure! So that more people can survive! So... let's not talk about this!"
He had a bad temper, she had seen it from the beginning. And this might not be his original character, she had just seen his eyes clearly, there were dense and frightening bloodshot in them.
Pisis received the same treatment as her. They were asked to stand at the door and not move. Someone had already gone to take the dog away.
"How long have you not slept?" Hitzfeld asked suddenly.
"People here should average three days," the man answered. It was purely a reflex.
But soon he showed a surprised expression: "Where are you from?"
Regardless of whether you are a local of Blackwood Town or not, if you live and work in this town, how can you not know how big the trouble is now?
She actually asked such a question that goes against common sense, as if not sleeping for a long time was abnormal to her!
"Is it because of evil spirits?" the girl asked again.
"That's about right." Pisis guessed that she might have walked in by mistake from some dirt road, and patiently explained to her, "This town is in trouble... There is a group of villains preaching here... It's not the kind of formal religion you understand. They believe in evil gods. If you meet people wearing black robes and behaving strangely on the street, you should leave and avoid them... By the way, this is for you."
He remembered something, reached into his pocket and took out a ball of white silk.
"Cotton?" Hitzfeld took it and squeezed it to make sure it was cotton.
Without waiting for Pisis to explain, she quickly glanced around.
Everyone who looked over, from the angles she could see clearly, seemed to have something white stuff stuffed in their ears...
"This is to prevent the soul from being polluted by the name of the evil god." Pisis explained, "The effect is not very good, but it can at least delay it a little... How did you get here?"
"Dug out of a grave."
"...You are very humorous, Miss Walnut." He thought Hitzfeld was unwilling to say it, and seeing that she was alone without any companions, he guessed that her relatives and servants were all killed.
Such a young age! She should be around 18 years old?
He felt a little emotional, and the sympathy that rose up in him made him give up asking further questions.
Just then, the dog came.
A tall priest was leading a creature that looked more like a lion than a dog. Hitzfeld restrained himself and let the beast come close to him and sniff around, and successfully made it sneeze several times with the smell of perfume.
So was it called or not?
The priest and the other refugees who were keeping a close eye on this place were stunned, and they all looked up at Arthur.
Arthur had a gloomy expression and waved his hand to ask the priest to take the dog away quickly.
hula-
At this moment, the atmosphere of the shelter changed completely.
The expressions of those people were originally distant and wary, but now they turned friendly and came up to greet them one by one. There was even a middle-aged nun who wanted to try pinching the girl's face.
Hitzfeld had no interest in interacting too much with the others, and rejected them coldly but politely. He turned his eyes and saw a father and daughter hiding in the corner.
They were sloppy... People here were all sloppy, and she could smell the accumulated sweat and stench in the air when she first came in.
But this father and daughter were much dirtier than the others, as if they were picked up from a garbage dump and stuffed in before they had time to take a shower or change clothes.
Hitzfeld wanted to go over, but was stopped by Arthur and his men.
"My gun." The other party stretched out his hand, "It's time to give it back to me."
"I think she should take it!" a voice came from behind.
Everyone turned around, and Hitzfeld was surprised to find that the person who spoke was the sloppy father.
He held the skinny child in his arms, sat in the corner, raised his dirty face and said loudly: "You have been holding it for a long time, but you don't even have the courage to load it!"
"How can someone like you lead us to escape? I suggest you give it to her. Even if you don't give it to her, you should give it to Mr. Pisis!"
"What Rock said makes sense..."
"But this is our only gun...it should be given to the most senior Bishop Arthur..."
"Being the highest in status doesn't mean anything... Status is useless now. What matters most is being able to take us out of town..."
It was like a conversation starter, and apart from the people in the monastery, a small number of townspeople began to talk about it.
They spoke very loudly.
Before Hitzfeld had time to put on her earplugs, she thought the noise was deafening.
"Shut up--" Arthur stood on a high place and banged on the lampshade, making a loud noise like a gong.
"A bunch of idiots! Fools! Are you trying to lure everything outside in here?!"
these people……
Hitzfeld was secretly ashamed when he saw this.
To describe them as a mob is a compliment... No wonder Walnut said that the escape attempt they organized ultimately failed.
So I am in Walnut's nightmare now.
Because of the contact before coming in... puppets can actually dream?
"I can hold a gun!"
Rafa Pisis said loudly, he knew that if he wanted to quiet everyone down he had to reassure them first.
"I'll lead everyone! Let's break out!"
"impossible!"
Arthur knocked harder.
"As long as I'm alive! You're just dreaming!!"
Hitzfeld narrowed his one eye.
She seemed to understand a little bit.
According to Walnut's previous description, the breakout operation led by Rafa Pisis involved nearly a hundred townspeople, and during the operation he was the undisputed organizer and could be said to be the core of the team.
But now he has obviously not achieved such a status.
He actually had a chance.
If she hadn't intervened in history and caused Bishop Arthur to survive.
Hitzfeld was a little confused because she didn't understand what this meant.
She knew this was Walnut's nightmare, and then what?
What should she do?
What should she do to get out of here and pursue her true goal?
Just when she failed in every attempt and thought that she might have been trapped here by Walnut, a name suddenly absorbed all her attention.
"Lilith..."
"I know the person in charge they sent. Her name is Lilith Glee..."
She looked up suddenly, her one eye gradually widened, and in the dim light she saw Pisis standing on a stool and giving a speech to everyone.
"I talked to her..."
"She promised me she would do everything in her power to save the town..."
"Now those people have controlled at least three streets nearby. We can't stay here and wait to die..."
"We must break through..."
"We must find a way to find Officer Glee!"
"He's right!"
It was the sloppy father who responded first.
"We should do as Mr. Pisis says!"
"Let's break out!"
