Their job is the best cover-up. Others will only think that they are moving according to plan, and it is difficult for them to think too much even if there are evil followers watching them.
"Your boss has been very busy lately."
Around the third day, Hitzfeld stood in the bay on the seabed, staring at the Pierre, twirling his hair with a somewhat melancholy look.
After learning what kind of magical vehicle they would be riding on this trip, she, like Alvin, couldn't wait to give others a surprise.
Ethan, Darent, the Cornerell couple, the priest duo... these people have experienced surprises one after another - or rather, frights, but only Xia Yibing has been busy with cases during this period and has no time to go home for her intimacy.
People's patience is limited. For Hitzfeld, although she would not be angry about this, she could not help feeling bored. The idea of threatening the other party as if it were a prank had completely faded.
This idiot... If she had only come back to stay for a day, she would have discovered that a lot of things were missing from the house. Then I could have brought her here.
But if she didn't come back, she must have her reasons. Hitzfeld decided not to dwell on it too much, and she also took the time to go to the Dream Corridor a few times.
One is that she has to thank Pusiangsi for improving the ointment. This disfigured old woman can be regarded as half of her mentor. If Mrs. Gulliver enlightened her, then Pusiangsi was one of the reasons that made her more determined to continue on this path.
Another thing is that she plans to use this last bit of time to write some modern mysticism textbook outlines for Pusilint.
After all, she... well, she was still receiving a salary from Dream City. Although she deserved this treatment based on her contribution, and no one in this era would say that she was being paid more than she deserved, she had never taken care of the affairs here. According to modern people's thinking, the money was a bit hot to the touch.
Prissy didn't care; she didn't expect Hitzfeld to do anything.
He even laughed and taunted her when he saw her: "I thought I could only see you come to Dream City again when I was about to die."
This was undoubtedly a complaint, and Hitzfeld was a little embarrassed, saying that she would try to list the outline of modern occult teaching materials in the last few days.
The so-called modern occultism is to broaden the path based on the original "nightmare supernatural system" and incorporate the potion system that she has mastered, which is certain to be safe and whose materials have been completely integrated with the local world.
It also includes the recognition and learning of the enemy's extraordinary system - and it is limited to learning.
She eventually gave up on the idea of integrating the "Mystical Master System" into the old system because she really didn't think it was necessary.
The new system has huge risks, and even with her as a buffer, it is not suitable for promotion. She believes that as long as it can develop step by step, human civilization will soon burst out its own spark and develop a system that truly belongs to itself.
This is not delusion, but a reference to another world. The progress of the times usually takes some key technologies as turning points. Earlier it was the steam engine, later it was electricity, the Internet... Whenever such a turning point really appears, when the entire civilization begins to adapt to it and digest it, it will inevitably usher in explosive growth in technology in a short period of time.
The significance of alternating current to the electrical revolution is unquestionable. Now all cities in Sarah are innovating power stations, and submarines have been seen here... She believes that the day of seeing jet planes and even rockets is not far away.
But to her surprise, Pussy refused her offer of help.
"If every time there is a hard demand, we have to wait for you to have a change of heart before sorting it out, how can we carry out our work?"
She said this to the girl, then opened a drawer, took out a package and threw it to her.
"Get well gift, take it and get out of here."
"What is this?" Hitzfeld knew that she was just being stubborn and stayed here shamelessly, pinching the surface of the package back and forth, trying to guess what was inside.
"I heard that Imaar moved to your house. Considering the needs you may have in your life, I made some props and incense for you."
Hitzfeld was stunned at first, then his face turned red.
"No..." She jumped up as if the cushion on her butt was on fire, "She and I... I just... we are not that kind of relationship."
My goodness, should I say that she is indeed an old woman who has experienced the test of time? How can she be so shameless?
Lu Xi'er's gift already had this kind of meaning, but the little nurse at least kept her face and only gave him a pair of strange shoes.
She just gave it to her directly! And she said it in front of her without any shame!
"You don't need to repeat this story." The cloaked man raised his hand. "I would have believed it in the first few months, but now... every time you come back, she wants to stay with you. Every time she stays at your place, she looks radiant. There are so many times when she hugs you and kisses you on the street... Do you think everyone is blind and stupid, and you can deceive people with this kind of story for a lifetime?"
With every word she spoke, Hitzfeld retreated as if struck by an invisible hammer until he sat back in his chair, slumped in it, and lay motionless.
Priscilla found it amusing—but for this man, such an out-of-control scene was rare.
"There's no need to feel ashamed." She observed the expression on the girl's face. "Do you know how many lovers Villefort has hanging around?"
"Three?" Hitzfeld half raised his eyes, feeling that he had overestimated.
But the cloaked man shook his head: "Five."
"so much?"
Hitzfeld sat back up immediately, his face full of shock and surprise.
Villefort... that's Batty Villefort!
He looks like an honest man, but... I really can't tell!
"His family is not very... I mean, does he have the conditions to raise so many people?"
"Who told you that he needs to be raised?" Prins also looked at her strangely. "They are voluntary. Villefort's relationship with them is a bit complicated."
"complex?"
"Because some of them were prostitutes."
Hitzfeld fell silent.
She suddenly realized that in this era, for some people, "five" is not necessarily a derogatory term, it can even be seen as a symbol of kindness.
"People are under a lot of pressure, agents are under even more pressure. And as you can see, if you don't want to get into certain bad habits, that's the best entertainment."
Pusiens said something that could subvert a normal child's worldview in a serious manner: "Almost all agents have had similar experiences. Some were with prostitutes, some were with married women, and some were even with their colleagues. As long as it is not against the other party's wishes, why should we feel ashamed of such things?"
"wait."
Sitting in the alchemy hut in the corridor of the dream world, breathing in the refreshing incense through his nose, Hitzfeld felt his brain a little dizzy.
She had to slow down.
This may be an unforgettable growth experience, in which she realizes that she doesn't know enough about Namiya and Sarah.
This society seems to have two shells, one is the morality that is always on people's lips, and the other is the indulgence in pleasure.
Is it for fertility?
Not quite.
It must be because the pressure from the evil spirits was too great, coupled with the lack of entertainment methods, which led to the gradual growth and complete formation of this abnormal trend in her opinion.
Perhaps the lower and middle classes would be more restrained for the sake of face and try to hide any scandals, but when it comes to the upper class... Hitzfeld couldn't help but think of the salon cocktail parties that the nobles and businessmen loved to hold.
Is it really just a salon gathering?
It wasn't a blow, but it was a big shock. After all, if she didn't figure it out on her own, no one would take the initiative to point it out to her.
Apart from Priscilla, she had nothing to care about.
"What about the cult?" Hitzfeld asked. The cult seemed to be her last hope.
"It's possible that some of them who have lost their faith and are obsessed with pleasure will get involved with nuns, but most of them... I think about 80% of them are really upright guys."
That's ok.
Hitzfeld felt better.
The sect is also one of the main themes of society. As long as they can maintain the moral atmosphere, she will not be unable to withstand this impact.
If you think positively, it is nothing more than a means of relieving stress. If I remember correctly, the social atmosphere before the French Revolution was even more corrupt, and Napoleon was the king of cuckoldry.
Compared to the previous situation, it is much better and does not seem unacceptable.
Then she began to wonder how many other people around her had similar experiences.
"Ethan has it?"
"No."
"Where's Mapes?"
"I can smell something...it should be nothing."
After asking around and finding out nothing, Hitzfeld couldn't help but feel much better.
This shows that there are many people who have a bottom line, and she no longer feels like an outlier.
but……
She frowned and thought again.
Leon and Baliu are newlyweds, so it is normal that they do not have such needs because they can satisfy each other.
Darent looks young, but he is actually an old guy. He has a daughter and has experienced a deep love... and loss. It is normal for him not to have such a love.
Everyone else had reasons to a greater or lesser extent, or she could guess based on her understanding of them, but Ethan was the only one she couldn't figure out.
"Ethan isn't getting any younger," she sighed.
"Yes."
The Lord of the Dream Gallery agreed calmly as she fiddled with her potion.
"I heard that the candy store has a new trick recently. It seems that you can put the cards into a deck for battle or something..."
"But those who play that are all children. He is already quite old, but he is still studying those childish pictures."
"..."
Hitzfeld always felt that she was hinting at something, but her current experience was not enough to comprehend the true meaning.
"Your theories have already been sent here and sorted out." Pusiangsi looked up at her. "After the textbook was published, your name will still be printed on it, and the editor will be on the second line. Do you have any objection?"
"No." Hitzfeld was naturally happy and relaxed. "Should I go up and take a look?"
"I don't want to see the disgusted look on their faces that they would rather see you than Grest."
"Then I understand."
Hitzfeld gathered her skirt and left the bench, "I'm out of here."
"Take that."
Pusiangsi did not forget to remind her.
"Don't underestimate what I make. This style... even His Majesty has praised it."
Hitzfeld returned to No. 221 with gifts and a strange look on his face. As soon as he went up to the second floor, he bumped into a soft body.
It was Xia Yibing - she helped the girl steady, then she widened her eyes and shouted at her: "Ai Suen! Oh my god! There's a thief in the house!!!"
Hitzfeld was stunned at first, and then almost laughed out loud. But she pretended to be serious on the surface: "Oh? Really? We were robbed?"
It seems that during the time she gave up, Alvin had been forcing others to reveal information to the woman in front of them.
"Come and see!"
Xia Yibing took her home and stretched out her hands to show her various positions.
"Here! The drawers and cabinets have been emptied!"
"And here! Your book is gone too!"
Xia Yibing's face was filled with shock.
On the one hand, she was shocked that such a book could have been stolen from a police chief like herself. On the other hand, it was the first time she had seen someone steal books.
Would those villains have fallen into such a state if they could read?
Whenever there was any trouble, she would go to watch and discover a pattern early on: all the surrounding shops were basically looted and smashed by the thugs, but the bookstore was the only one that remained safe and sound.
At most the bar counter was turned upside down, but the things on the bookshelf were not moved at all.
"Don't worry... there's no point in worrying."
Hitzfeld tried his best to calm the woman down and asked her what she had been doing these days.
"Go after that Vespakinsa!" Xia Yibing said unhappily, "What bad luck... We released her portrait to collect clues from the public, and someone said they saw her whereabouts, so I immediately took people to chase her."
"Did you catch up?"
"If I catch up with you, will I still have this expression?"
Xia Yibing gritted her teeth and reached out to pinch her face.
Even though she knows him so well, she still asks this. Is the little angel doing it on purpose?
She took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from her bosom, which looked like it had been crumpled, and handed it to the girl.
"She left this thing for us, you can see it for yourself."
Hitzfeld unfolded the letter and found that it could indeed be called a letter.
[Dear Director Shasha-Emar and Miss Aisun-Hitzfeld, I can roughly guess that this case will eventually fall into your hands. I would like to express my sincere apologies for wasting your time and advise you to give up - when you see this letter, I am afraid I will no longer be on land.]
Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows slightly.
