“But it can—it can start.”
"Penetration, temperature, freezing... it can realize all the physical forms you can think of, which makes it seem more like a real object rather than a manifestation of a dream."
"Isn't this unreasonable?"
"Obviously that's unreasonable."
"Isn't it dangerous then?"
Xia Yibing couldn't lie down anymore, so she sat up and looked directly at Hitzfeld.
"Is there any way to get rid of it?"
"This is something that he...Lendis left for me. I can't throw it away, and I don't want to throw it away."
Hitzfeld lowered his eyes.
"I don't know how it works. It feels like I had a dream and when I woke up it was there, and I felt like I was supposed to be its owner."
"If you can't throw it away, keep it."
Xia Yibing couldn't stand seeing her like this, so she went over to her, hugged her in her arms and touched her head.
"Now that there seems to be no danger, let's just leave it alone - it can enhance your combat power, right? That's a good thing, and I can feel more at ease..."
She has no self-awareness at all.
Hitzfeld was nearly suffocated by some soft flesh. She looked up and saw the woman's face. She stared at her charming eyes and lips, and drooled uncontrollably.
So the reason why she was willing to do so was of course also related to her coveting something...
"I guess this is a brand that only people who have truly died can obtain."
Trying to put those thoughts out of his mind, Hitzfeld continued his analysis.
"I have studied this phenomenon before, and I have speculated that something happened to Coldis and me when we experienced 'death', causing some elements to be reversed."
Hitzfeld said these words very calmly.
Xia Yibing already knew roughly what happened to Lengdis. The only thing she hadn't figured out was that Hitzfeld was not really from this world, and that she had not always been like this - that was all.
“Like life and death.”
Girl example.
"Hot and cold."
"Those burning flames turned into undead fire after passing through it and were mastered by him. He further developed this power and upgraded it to that kind of black ice flame."
"There is another possibility." She paused.
"Because the dead bone ice needles appeared very early."
"Very early."
"It existed long before Coldis became a corpse stitcher."
"So it is also possible that... it was some kind of artifact from the beginning, given to the Hitzfeld family by the Sun King."
"Or a projection of a divine artifact."
"If that thing is conscious, it might even be a dream it had."
They discussed here for about seven or eight minutes before Xia Yibing roughly understood Hitzfeld's current situation.
The origin of the Dead Bone Ice Needle remains a mystery, but it is indeed the manifestation of Hitzfell and can be used as an immediate combat force.
However, her authority as the "Mysterious Lord" has nothing to do with this thing. It was because she absorbed a large amount of knowledge from the world of evil gods during the fight against Coldis. With this knowledge, she instantly climbed to the top in this upgrade system - she was qualified to master and interfere with the operating rules of that system.
The orb of nature reunited her with her torn consciousness as she mastered this power, and she truly became the Lord of Mystery, with almost perfect control over the power of her left eye.
"What can these eyes do now?"
Xia Yibing asked her while driving.
"Backtracking."
"Or backtracking? ... Don't you have any other functions after mastering this?"
"It has been purified by the blood of the Sun King for so long, it's great that it still functions."
"Then there's nothing special about you, the mysterious master."
"I can also use it to deceive the evil eye of Eternal Night. As long as I keep watch, it should not be able to locate the coordinates of this place during that time."
"So awesome? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"I lied to you that I was a puppy."
"Now that you mention that I miss Lily."
The car drove past the Wayne Building.
The two people in the carriage did not notice that there was a person in a maid's uniform standing on the high steps.
She was giving orders, directing a group of men in black to put shackles on the nobles.
Chapter 4: Pillars of the Nation
"Welcome~Welcome~"
When he met His Majesty the King, Hitzfeld found that she was fiddling with a set of white jade tea sets out of boredom, and in her eyes, he seemed to be much more interesting than that set of tea sets.
"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."
She glanced around the hall and vaguely felt that several eyes were staring at her. She did not dare to be negligent and half-knelt down according to Xia Yibing's specifications.
"I obviously made a mistake, but you are still willing to give me a chance..."
"There's no need for polite words between Aisuen and me~" Alwin waved his hand to interrupt her, and approached her and whispered: "After all, we both have her blood in our bodies... No one in this country knows better than me whether you are a traitor or not."
There is absolutely no trust issue.
After confirming that Alwin was not joking with her, Hitzfeld felt relieved and was helped up. Several people were led to the backyard and began to discuss the impact of the sea of time.
Is he the king after all?
Hitzfeld stared at Alwyn's soft profile.
Unlike Xia who only cared about me and the mysterious Lord, she asked about the sea of time right away. As expected, different positions also give different perspectives...
"In other words," Alvin asked again, "the Sea of Time no longer exists?"
"Yes." Hitzfeld nodded, "For now, it no longer exists."
"You can't rule out the possibility of a new life in the future, right? Because this is a new history? Can it be regarded as a new era starting from 1800?"
"Probably so."
"I've heard your statement from many people, and it's not the first time I've heard it, but I still want you to say it in person to me so I can feel at ease."
"Then... can you tell me more about the mysterious Lord? I am also curious about your current condition."
"My pleasure, Your Majesty."
After waving away the servants and allowing only Nian Lun to join the team, the four of them wandered around in the backyard for a long time and finally finished explaining everything about the mysterious master and the mysticism.
“Your contribution is so outstanding.”
Alvin suddenly looked at the girl seriously.
"Whether it's the discovery of alternating current or the foundation of modern mysticism, even being named an earl is not enough."
"Your Majesty..." Nian Lun seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"But if you do that, it will hurt you." Alvin changed his words, "You are the Lord of Mystery. You are even more important to Sara and the entire Icarolin Continent than I am. You should not expose this talent. So I'm sorry, Aisuen, I can't give you any open reward."
"This... Your Majesty is kind enough to do this..."
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing looked at each other and could see the joy in each other's eyes.
Although they had already deduced the attitude of the person in the White Shadow Palace from many signs, they dared not guarantee it until they actually heard her say these words and completely defined the matter.
But now it works.
There will be no more problems.
Xia Yibing still has some vacation time left, so they can have fun in the house on Iris Street for a few more days.
"A question." Alvin interrupted their joy, "Is it true that as long as the mysterious Lord exists, the power of the evil god cannot come?"
"Probably not."
Hitzfeld thought for a moment before answering her.
"Because of the Dream World, Your Majesty."
"There are two main channels to trace those things. One is to look directly at them in the Eternal Night, and the other is to connect them through the Dream World."
"I just blocked one of the roads. As long as the gray fog in the dream world doesn't dissipate, even if they can no longer sense the coordinates of this place, they can still stuff things into the gray fog at random."
"And then descended from the gray fog? What an interesting metaphor."
"Then I feel relieved." Alvin smiled at the two of them.
"I have another mission here, and I need you two, and other national pillars like you, to complete it as soon as possible."
……
"Roskagel, you've killed us!"
Time goes back to one hour ago.
The accusations that came from the crowd of nobles were so heartbreaking that they could be described as tearful.
"I told you not to bring this dirty upstart along, but you didn't listen! Now this guy is causing trouble again! Haha! You'd better pray that you will die in there, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
The tall police officer stepped forward and kicked the guy who had been threatening before, knocking him to the ground.
"Listen!" he said loudly, "According to the charges, you have violated more than 30 Sara laws, including but not limited to smuggling, tax evasion, illegal association, illegal financial transactions, and collusion to murder security agents!"
"The post office is across the street. You have ten minutes to contact your family and legal personnel. After ten minutes... do you see that bus down there?"
"It will take you to Kevin Prison... So don't just stand there, go! Go!"
He brandished a scabbard dagger like he was driving a flock of sheep with a stick. The so-called nobles were all panicked and dared not even look him in the eye. They were led by other people in black to send telegrams or write letters.
Only an old nobleman with white hair and beard did not join them. He took advantage of the time when the male police officer turned his back to quietly approach the bottom of the stairs and stared at the dashing maid standing there.
"Madeleine Bakinsa...is that your real name?"
"Not bad." The woman hugged her shoulders and looked down at him, deliberately looking elsewhere, and reached out to lift her scattered hair.
"If you didn't have a second maid by that name, it was indeed me who sent you in."
"Why?" Baron Kagel's eyes widened. "What benefit did the Security Bureau give you? Why would you give up your wealth and glory and become their dog?"
"You have done such outrageous things, you are totally unaware..."
Madeline gnashed her teeth.
She took out a small notebook from her chest - the gap in the white slit, opened it, cleared her throat and read: "In October 1985, you took the opportunity of cutting clothes for Baron Bruno to ask him to pass a letter to the Minister of Customs. The content of the letter was that you learned the whereabouts of a certain artifact through Baroness Mason. You should have received a warning at the time, and you also enjoyed its benefits, but you did not listen to the explanation given to you by His Majesty."
"You have committed treason just here," said Madeline, and she saw with satisfaction that the Baron's body began to tremble.
"Then you secretly colluded with a series of dignitaries including Baron Bruno and the Minister of Customs, planning to drag her down, either through a deal or by murder, to get that thing. You are guilty of treason here."
"I didn't!" the Baron let out a sharp scream.
"I never thought of rebelling!"
"I have always been...always loyal to His Majesty! Your Majesty knows my feelings! I even designed clothes for Your Majesty...I am wronged! I have no intention of rebelling!!"
"What are you yelling about!" The male police officer came up and kicked him over.
"Like a ghost howling... Were you wronged when you robbed the woman?"
The Baron raised his hands to block his tears, but instead of stopping, he cried even louder.
The noise soon attracted other people, and even some passers-by stopped and stood on tiptoe to watch.
The male police officer looked up at Madeline.
Madeline nodded at him.
