Is this... the art of language?
It is clear that it has never been passed down, and there is almost a universe between them, but as long as the time is right, some words will always come out.
Ok.
She was finally convinced.
"I will tell His Majesty your name." Hitzfeld continued, "We must find out something."
She could tell from Alwin's words that the restart of the Voyager Program was an inevitable result.
The White Shadow Palace didn't call her here to ask for her opinion, but just to inform her that there was something waiting for her to do, and she had no room to refuse.
And this time, they were cooperating with her with unprecedented strength. People... things... whatever she wanted, I guess they would give it to her.
Even Tenize had to be brought along in the middle - regardless of whether Alwin thought so or she simply wanted to cheer up her brother, the fact that Tenize joined the team meant that you could indeed regard him as a special hostage.
This can calm people's hearts.
Tell the rest of this team: Even Tenet is here, look! Sarah didn't send you to die in vain.
If the support can reach this level, there is really nothing to complain about.
All the trust must be transformed into pressure and motivation... Hitzfeld's brain was already working fast, and she was already thinking about who to look for.
But Xia Yibing has a different opinion on this matter.
"Whether it's you or me, there's absolutely no reason to jump right into the next job right after finishing one, right?"
Hitzfeld only felt an unruly hand gripping his lower back.
"We still have a few days off."
"Now I order the mysterious master to put aside everything and travel around Wayne Port for a few days."
Chapter 9 Daily Life 1
The next day, early in the morning.
In the house at No. 221 Iris Street, Xia Yibing was sitting on the bed near the door, with most of her body covered in the quilt, leaving only her shoulders and arms showing as she held the newspaper.
The newspapers were old ones. After all, I came back late yesterday and the newsstand at the intersection had closed long ago. These were the things that the hostess of the house left behind when she left last time.
Although it was an old newspaper, Xia Yibing read it with great interest. This may have nothing to do with the content of the newspaper - when you have received enough compensation, or benefits in reality, you may also be like her and study even the low-quality advertisements that you have seen countless times.
The source of everything was right beside her…it was the other half of the bed, near the window of the room.
The young detective named Aisuen Hitzfeld was curled up in the quilt, sleeping on her side facing this side.
It cannot be said that the privilege of the Lord of Mystery completely eliminated insomnia. In fact, because the knowledge that Hitzfeld mastered came from the world of evil gods, she could occasionally hear whispers in the void more often.
But it also has practical benefits... One of the benefits is that if someone can completely drain her physical strength, she will be forced to fall asleep - this is exactly the same as a normal human being.
Xia Yibing was still very careful. She specifically asked: Now that the Nature Orb is gone, will doing this kind of thing consume her life again?
Hitzfeld was still in the afterglow at the time, so she didn't think too much about it and foolishly told her directly: "No."
"Because... heh... I'm no longer an ordinary Devourer."
"I think that among all the Devourers in history, none of them can control foreign flesh and blood like me... to this extent... it is no longer a burden to my body..."
"At least, well, this level of physical exertion won't affect your vitality..."
"Wait." Then she finally reacted, "You suddenly ask me this, are you thinking--"
So it was only natural that this ending would happen. Xia Yibing knew very well how rare it was to have such a leisurely life after becoming the leader of the Shadow Lion. She was really open-minded without any worries. It could be said that she had never slept so comfortably before.
But even though it has already happened.
Even though this was not the first time between the two of them, they had experienced many of these things many times and had even explored more than the other person.
Xia Yibing couldn't help but feel anxious and worried, and kept thinking, could my luck really be that good? ... Such a good Aisuen, such a good little angel, really belongs to me?
She was always worried about gaining or losing - so most of her mind was not on the content of the newspaper. Whenever she couldn't finish reading a few lines, she would turn her head and glance to the side.
A glance is not enough, sometimes you have to lift the quilt to take a look, and put your hand in to feel whether what you see is real.
With all her fiddling around like that, Hitzfeld would have woken up even if he was sleeping like a pig.
"..." Feeling her body was alternately hot and cold, with something touching her from time to time, the girl opened her eyes drowsily, and after realizing what was happening, she propped herself up and got up.
But she failed because of a physical problem: just as her spine was bending, she felt a sharp and aching sensation in her waist. She lost her balance and fell down again, with her face hitting the pillow.
"Tsk!" Xia Yibing watched the whole process and was amused by her naivety.
Her eyes were fixed on the silver-gray hair and the half-exposed black leather collar. The woman recalled certain feelings happily while sighing: Aisuen's pounce just now really looked like a silver-haired squirrel.
"Very funny, isn't it?"
Turning his head slightly, Hitzfeld's voice turned cold.
"No--" Xia Yibing immediately realized that her laughter had caused trouble. She looked down and saw that most of the girl's back was exposed to the air, so she quickly tried to cover her with a blanket.
"Well...it's not the beginning of spring yet, it's still a bit cold in the morning..."
"Morning? My instinct tells me this isn't morning."
"It's not hot in the afternoon..."
"It's already afternoon?"
"Actually, I think there's no harm in sleeping a little longer. Just like when I have free time, I lie on the table to catch up on my sleep... I'm usually very busy... I always sleep a little when I can."
Xia Yibing's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally it was almost inaudible: "Besides, you don't usually sleep, so I thought... well... this should be good for you, right?"
Hitzfeld was so angry that he laughed - he had never seen anyone so shameless.
Now she knew a property that was even worse than natural black and natural pink, and that was natural shamelessness. Xia Yibing had obviously mastered the true essence of this.
But what can she do?
You made your own choice, so you can only bear with the pain all over your body.
"I want noodles." She suddenly said, "Spicy beef noodles."
"You made me unable to get up, so you go buy it for me... or you do it."
"I'll buy it for you." Xia Yibing cheered up, knowing that she meant forgiveness by saying that.
As for cooking...are you kidding?
She would definitely do it, after all, she had done special research in order to take care of the little angel in the red earth plains...but what day was it now?
holiday!
It's holiday!
Time is so precious, how can we waste it on cooking?
The woman threw back the quilt, jumped out of bed, quickly put on her socks and clothes, and went out.
Hitzfeld watched the entire process. She picked up the newspaper and covered her face with it so that Xia Yibing wouldn't see her blushing face.
She didn't put the newspaper down until she heard the door close.
He tried to get up again, but lay back down with a groan.
"This is really a bad idea..."
Looking at the curtains, imagining the street scene through the gap, Hitzfeld was forced to admit that this was a strategic mistake.
Consuming the Nature Orb can be said to have almost eradicated her physical hidden dangers - after all, she can completely control her eyes, and excluding the possibility that this thing has some unknown effects, she feels that she will no longer be troubled by those things.
But there are naturally pros and cons, that is, her body functions are recovering towards "humanity".
She could still go without sleep for several days, accumulating all her fatigue until it exploded in the eternal night, but if she got tired in the middle, she would fall into a dream uncontrollably.
She gained a healthier and stronger body than before, but she no longer enjoyed the benefit of unlimited recovery of her physical strength after exceeding the critical point.
So to sum it up simply... when she was doing certain things, she couldn't suppress Xia by exerting her physical strength.
It turned out that it was possible, although the process was unbearable to look back on.
But now it was completely hopeless.
If she couldn't think of a way - that is, to truly grasp the "weakness" of women, she felt that waking up like today might become a common occurrence and encounter in the future.
"We need to find a way to study it..."
Hitzfeld was not reconciled.
It seems as if Xia is the only one who is obsessed with beauty.
She wants to know whether it is good or not.
Unfortunately.
If you want to kill a thief, you can't save him.
Just when Hitzfeld was racking his brains, thinking about whether he could go find Sixus or the Dream Corridor - or even use his own expertise as the Lord of Mystery to research some special potions, Xia Yibing returned triumphantly with a lot of food.
"I bought you beef noodles, spicy... and ginger meat pie, roasted salt potatoes, and two baguettes."
She threw all the things on the table, ignoring the possibility that the notebook on it might be stained with oil, and the girl's eyes that wanted to stab her, and put her hands on her hips, as if she was the one who should praise me.
"Eat quickly."
But Hitzfeld soon discovered that this man had ulterior motives.
“There is still a lot of work to do after eating.”
"..."
The girl on the bed was silent for a while, then asked, "You mean... the house hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Do we need to do a thorough cleaning after dinner?"
It has been a while since she left here to return to Blackwood for recuperation. Although the bed has a bedspread to prevent dust from gathering and is still sleepable, other places are...
Xia Yibing was so anxious last night that she didn't even have time to bring up the matter.
"No." The woman shook her head.
"That's what you said, you were going to take me out to play?"
Hitzfeld guessed again.
"Not at all."
That's bad.
The corners of the girl's lips gradually turned down.
She looked at the delicious food on the table and suddenly felt like not eating anymore.
"Just kidding."
Xia Yibing laughed and hugged her.
"I just like to see your little grey eyelashes tremble."
"Eat quickly, Aisuen."
“I bought all this for you~”
Chapter 10 Daily Life 2
Half an hour later, Hitzfeld was sitting there wrapped in a bathrobe, drinking the hot water that someone had specially poured for her, with her feet dangling in the air, watching Xia Yibing bending over to clean the house.
Sweeping and mopping are just the basics. After that, you have to wipe every corner with a rag, clean the spider webs, and drive away any small animals that may exist.
House No. 221 is not small. If the living room outside is included, Xia Yibing will be busy until late at night and still won’t be able to finish the work.
Hitzfeld would definitely go to help later, but she deliberately did not move now, just wanting to savor this feeling carefully.
As for what it feels like...
This house obviously does not belong to Xia, but she is willing to work hard on it as if it were her own home, which shows that she truly regards this place as her home.
Hitzfeld felt that this was more important than anything else. She could see Xia Yibing's affection for her from her hard work, and she felt very happy. Even the tasteless boiled water seemed to have a hint of sweetness.
As I was thinking about it, the rag had already swept to my feet.
"Lift your feet higher." Xia Yibing ordered.
Hitzfeld did as he was told and watched the woman kneel on the floor, rubbing the shadow under the table with a rag.
