For example, slapping the nobles in the face viciously and making them kneel down to the ice needles.
This is certainly possible - it's not impossible, but I have been avoiding this kind of plot.
The rhythm is wrong.
Although I am the author, I believe that the characters are alive. From the moment a work is created, how to understand the characters and stories in the book is no longer up to the author alone.
Then I naturally have to think about it... Hitzfeld, since she has decided to be a guardian in the shadows and to walk a path different from the Sun King, the 17th King of Serran, Amen-Hawin, will she consciously demonstrate her strength?
Not really.
If that's the case, I can make her and Alwyn the dual kings when Charuni dies, one light and one dark, and even the Nightingale Division can become Hitzfeld's personal exclusive action team.
If I didn’t write it like that then, I won’t write it like that now…
I hope to present a story that is different from "Emerald", rather than a simple remake of the previous work. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Coldis's inheritance was inevitable, I wouldn't want to give her the power she has at this stage.
But I have to give it, there are almost 300 million words now, if I don’t give it, it will be too dragged out and the subsequent plot will not be easy to develop.
What I meant by the above paragraph is that she actually has a very high status and is very powerful.
There is no demonstration or writing that some people are already afraid of her and dare not do anything to her because [time cannot advance that fast] and [it is not appropriate to write this in this unit].
I was trying to convey a higher level of oppression, like, “She looks harmless, but you know it’s a lie.”
You know she made mistakes, but you are deeply fascinated by her story.
The Three-Body Problem gave me some inspiration, and I tried to learn and evolve...
How should I put it? I am certainly not so ignorant as to not listen to other people's opinions. Whenever I encounter doubts, I try my best to explain clearly why I do this. I think this is the author's basic obligation to the readers.
But please have faith in me.
I went to bed early this morning. I will try to update four chapters tomorrow.
Chapter 1: Madeleine Bakinsa in Action
When Ross-Cagel got up, washed, and took care of everything with the help of the servants, and finally sat down at the table to enjoy the first meal on Monday, he couldn't help but think of the agreement he made with the detective more than a week ago.
"She broke her promise," the Baron murmured to himself.
"Sir?" A pretty maid next to him came forward and pretended to listen.
"It's none of your business." The baron waved her away.
The maid had dark brown, wavy hair with gradients, olive skin, high cheekbones, thick lips, and a pair of bright and slightly raised eyes. A pair of full and plump contours were clearly visible under the black uniform.
Although she doesn't meet Wayne's aesthetic standards in terms of her appearance, her figure, demeanor, and temperament make her very distinctive.
At least any man who has seen her will never forget her. That face is indeed iconic.
"What's your name?" The Baron felt that the depression in his heart had eased a little. He asked her questions in his old voice while eating.
"Madeleine, sir." The maid spoke in a very soft voice. When she spoke openly, her voice should be mellower and louder. Lowering her voice made her tone sound low and sexy.
"Madeleine Bakinsa."
"Bakinsa?" The baron looked up. "I've heard of you. As far as I can remember...Bakinsa was one of the first warriors to open up the Gray Fog Channel. How could you..."
"That's all in the past, sir." The maid lowered her head and sighed softly, "If you want to know..."
"I want to know," said the Baron at once. "Please tell me, Madeleine."
For this man, who was known for his impatience, such treatment was a great gift, and many of the servants stationed nearby could not help but raise their eyebrows, feeling that this "Madeleine" was in for some good luck.
What other story could there be? It was nothing more than a poor noblewoman selling herself to serve a man. If nothing unexpected happened, she would then tell the story of Bajinsa in a roundabout way. When the baron was fully aroused, it would be time for them to get out.
This is the private life style of Ross Cagel, the "Baron of Dress". Although he is wealthy, he has the same problems as most men. Because of his former career, he made many mistakes when "tailoring" for those rich ladies and young ladies.
"The Bakinsa family has long been destroyed, or strictly speaking, there is no such thing as a 'Bakinsa family'."
The maid Madeline looked very indifferent. She did not look at the Baron, but kept staring at the mural opposite.
"Many people speculated that I was the descendant of a hero after hearing my name, but I thought it might just be a coincidence. That fleet never came back..."
"Oh, is that so?" The Baron interrupted her rudely, put his arms around her slender waist and pinched her itchy spot.
"First...sir!"
"From today on, you are one. You can declare to the public that you are a descendant of Bajinsa. You don't need to wear this dress starting tomorrow."
Hearing this, the servants around, both men and women, showed envious expressions.
Although the Baron has many shortcomings, such as arrogance and... his romantic nature, he is indeed never stingy with his own people.
There are more than twenty places where mistresses are hidden that these people know of. Every lucky one can make their dream come true and enjoy the glory. This kind of temptation is so tempting that not only women but also men have the idea of it.
Some conscious servants were about to leave because they knew that this restaurant - that table full of food - would become a battlefield between the two.
"Did I let you out?"
A shout called them back.
"Fools!" The Baron looked very angry. "Did I say what I was going to do? Did I give the order for you to leave?"
"Who gave you the guts to guess my intentions without permission? Or do you think I'm old and incapable of making decisions, and I need you to tell me what to do?"
He flew into a rage, and any interest he had shown earlier faded.
"Sorry babe, I would love to get to know you better, but not today... I have an important meeting today."
After scolding the servant, he turned to Madeline and apologized to her in a low voice.
"Madeline, everything is up to the master's orders."
Maid - perhaps now we should simply use the word "woman" to describe her. She looked at least 25 years old, and her body was no longer young, but full and attractive like a ripe fruit. The baron almost couldn't hold back just by watching her swaying her waist, but he thought of today's business, and thought about his age, and that he had to prepare medicines in advance to do some things, so he could only suppress the evil fire, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and got up and left.
A luxurious carriage was already waiting at the door of the mansion.
When getting in the car, the Baron suddenly felt someone behind him. He turned around and exclaimed in surprise: "Madeleine? Why are you still here?"
"Sir...you didn't let me go either?"
The woman twisted her hands together, her face showing an expression of shyness and embarrassment. She looked extremely helpless, as if she had no opinion of her own and everything had to be arranged by the baron.
The Baron suddenly felt in a very good mood.
How long has it been since he felt this way?
This feeling of being completely trusted and even completely relied upon... Even though he has a lot of women, he knows very well why they let him touch them!
"It's not easy for you either."
He sighed, waving his hand towards her.
"Come on, get in the car with me."
"Just follow me today."
The coachman stared straight ahead with his eyes almost bulging out.
Who doesn't know that the Baron of Ceremonial Dress is suspicious by nature?
He had so many affairs and almost 20 children, but he never married any woman.
He never lets others interfere with his private life, his mansion, and the things he has to deal with.
Not to mention women, even his son is not allowed to touch!
A guy like this actually allowed a woman to ride with him for the first time?
Is the sun rising from the south?
Contrary to the beautiful development that everyone expected, the carriage was extremely quiet throughout the journey, without any strange noises.
The Baron even opened the curtains early in the morning, fearing that the long journey would make the lovely woman he had just fallen in love with feel uncomfortable.
"That's what carriages are like."
He sat opposite and talked big.
"It's bumpy, but that's the journey. I know a lot of people think that using horse-drawn carriages is outdated... I don't think so. I think those idiots don't respect history."
The corner of Madeleine's mouth twitched, but the Baron did not notice.
"You know history, right? Oh, I forgot you knew the story of Marpa Gymnasium. You are definitely not an ordinary woman. I guess you have studied for two years? Do you know math?"
"Not very well, sir. I'm afraid I only know how to count."
"How many can you count?"
"Twenty, sir."
"Okay, maybe we can play a game where we count to five and then start over, count to five and then start over again... If you count wrong, you will be punished~"
The Baron became interested again and started talking to Madeleine at length.
About forty minutes later, they finally arrived.
"Is this... Wayne Building?"
Madeline looked outside through the car curtain and caught a glimpse of a towering building seven or eight stories high.
Even in the royal capital, buildings of this specification are extremely rare, not to mention that there is a circle of black glass attached to the outer layer of the building, allowing the entire building to continuously reflect brilliant light outwards as the angle changes.
It is like jewelry, far beyond its value and significance.
"Does it look good? It was just completed this spring."
The baron gestured in that direction with a proud look on his face.
"Look at the brands below... 'Ross Gold Crown', 'Kagel Tailoring'... I also have investments here, so I got a lot of space."
The carriage stopped here for three minutes, and Madeleine was forced to listen to three minutes of self-praise.
Her smile seemed a little forced, but the Baron was immersed in his own world and didn't notice her abnormality at all.
"Just wait here."
Finally, the Baron was leaving.
He told Madeline that he would be back soon and on the way back he would let her know what a real "bumpy" ride was.
Madeline acted flustered and shy, but after the Baron left, her face turned cold, she lifted the closed curtain a little, and watched the Baron cross the road accompanied by the guards and enter the Wayne Building opposite.
"You've gone to such lengths and you won't even take me in..."
She frowned.
It seems I have to figure out a solution myself.
Chapter 2: The Trial of the Lion King
Carefully holding the handrail, Hitzfeld stepped into the car amid the strange and astonished gazes of others. He felt his heart was beating like it was about to jump out of his chest.
A chuckle came from the driver's seat. As she closed the car door, she turned her head with a sullen look and caught a glimpse of Director Xia in uniform leaning there, holding the steering wheel with both hands and a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand.
"You smoked again?"
"This is not smoking..." Xia Yibing shook her head, "You have also studied psychology and hypnosis, so you must know how important the little props that can create swirling smoke are to our business."
"But you promised me not to smoke!"
"So I didn't smoke." The woman stepped on the car to start the car. "I just lit it and held it. This is just a false impression I wanted to give people."
Is it really an illusion?
Hitzfeld stared at her suspiciously.
If she remembered correctly, she couldn't light a cigarette if it was too hard.
If you want to light a cigarette, you have to take a puff with your lips. Only by letting the fire be sucked in can the tobacco at the front be ignited.
In other words, even if what the woman said was true, she at least took the first puff. How can she say that she didn't smoke?
"Very short." Xia Yibing knew what she was thinking, "Really...very short, it didn't even reach my lungs. I vomited right after taking the first bite."
Hitzfeld fell silent.
"What's wrong?" The woman turned her head to look at her while driving. "You look listless. It's a rare opportunity for me to stay in Wayne for a few days. I'm fine. I thought you would be very happy."
The last time we met on the beach was actually the result of her forcing it.
Otherwise, she would not be so poor that she could only row a small boat by herself. Soon she returned to Port Wein to report on her work.
