The intensity of this work was too exaggerated. Xia Yibing's eyes were swollen from reading so much that she even saw triple shadows when looking at the characters, and her brain was dizzy.
"Then let's take a break." Hitzfeld closed the album and walked over silently to massage her shoulders.
Xia Yibing reads more words, while she reads less words. She has not been idle this morning. After all, time is tight.
Although he did not say it explicitly, those in the know knew it very well... The focus of the Pierre's next action would be to buy time from the enemy. On the one hand, it would try to rescue Aman, and on the other hand, it would find the possible "Silver-eyed Seagull" before the enemy.
It was really important, because they had no idea what the enemy was doing, and they had no idea whether they had found anyone. They even knew very little about the Silver-eyed Seagull, and they were in urgent need of all kinds of relevant information.
"A little to the left." Xia Yibing enjoyed the girl's massage and hummed in comfort, "A little to the right, a little below... Oh, you can open a massage parlor with your skills..."
"Are you feeling better?" Hitzfeld helped her lift her messy hair. "Drink some water and take a rest. Shall we continue?"
“Go on…” The woman’s face had just started to improve, but when she heard this, her face turned green. She picked up the book she had just read and continued to read it in front of the girl. After just one glance, she screamed, “No, I’m sick! These words are moving! Ugh… Ugh!”
She wasn't pretending to be a fool on purpose; this disgusting thing was genuine.
Hitzfeld also began to have a headache.
The person who is most proficient in this job on the Pierre is Xia Yibing, but Xia needs normal rest - she does not have insomnia nor is she a mysterious master, so she cannot work continuously for several days and nights like herself.
But if this happens, how long will it take to finish reading these books?
Not to mention that you have to summarize and organize the content in the middle. Don't forget to categorize the content after reading one part, and then find that you have forgotten which books you have read when you finish reading the next part... The progress of your review will be extremely slow.
It was also because of this concern that Hitzfeld was reluctant to let more people join in to help.
The more people there are, the harder it will be to summarize. When one person says he has read these books, and another person says he has read those books, it will be a mess. She would rather come by herself.
"At least ask Ethan and Cybertron to come?" Xia Yibing began to find laborers to share the pressure. "Ethan is still very reliable, and Cybertron is careful. Just don't let Torres come."
"Okay." Hitzfeld stood up and said, "I'll go get someone."
"There is another way!" Xia Yibing suddenly raised her voice.
"What?" Hitzfeld looked back at her, only to see that her face was red, she was hesitating, and her eyes kept glancing at the book she had just thrown away.
what?
He frowned and picked up the book, then opened it to the marked part and read it carefully. Hitzfeld stopped moving, only the exposed tips of his ears gradually turned red.
This book is a bit unorthodox.
The title of the book was "A Study of Human Potential." It seemed to be fine, but the chapter she turned to was about a study of mental fatigue.
[After several experiments, we can determine that human fatigue can be divided into two types, namely physical fatigue and mental fatigue. The latter is particularly difficult to recover from. Conventional knowledge shows that only naps and sleep can effectively recover from mental fatigue, but I would like to add that there is actually another most primitive way that has been overlooked, which is natural desire. Using our desire for the opposite sex's body can effectively recover from mental fatigue.]
There was even a picture at the end. Although it was a very low-quality ink printout, it was enough to see clearly what it was: there were three men sitting in a row, and opposite the main perspective was a beautiful girl. She was wearing cool clothes, exposing a lot of skin, and her chest was directly showing the white cleavage.
"Dirty."
Throwing the book back, Hitzfeld left these words and turned away.
"Aisun!" Xia Yibing rushed over and hugged her and started to act like a spoiled child. "I don't want you to wear so little... but maybe it will work, why don't we give it a try?"
"Your is better than mine... Can't you just hold it up and print it on your face?"
“How can yours be the same as someone else’s?”
This woman's head and mouth were full of twisted ideas. Hitzfeld couldn't break free and his attitude gradually softened.
That's the case in theory... Anyway, they had done what they were supposed to do. Every time they rested together, Xia would bury his head in her chest and push against her. There was no need for such a big reaction.
"Then... give it a try."
Muttering quietly, Hitzfeld quickly turned around and pressed the dazed woman's head down - directly onto his chest.
This feels really weird.
She was embarrassed and ashamed, and she began to regret it.
"I'm fine." Then she heard Xia Yibing pressing on her chest, "The author of that book is a genius—it really works!"
"Stop talking nonsense to me!"
Hitzfeld began to lose her temper, her face becoming more and more red, and she grabbed the woman's face with both hands and began to hold her forcibly.
"You need to read books here for at least three days!"
"Do you still want to keep recovering like this?"
"How do you want me to serve you?"
"I can't keep sticking to you like this!"
She couldn't tell whether this anger was hiding something.
After all, just now... when Xia Tie was talking there, there was a vibration... which made her feel nervous.
"It doesn't matter."
But the woman came with a plan. She ignored the girl's weak resistance, hugged her forcefully and whispered close to her ear.
"Hey, I see you have a pair of shoes in your closet..."
five minutes later.
Hitzfeld pursed his lips and sat on a high chair opposite the desk, his legs slanted together in a very reserved manner, with the soles of his shoes resting on the chair frame.
Considering that she was really doing it for a serious job, she couldn't resist the woman's persuasion and went back to change into the strange pair of shoes.
Xia Yibing sat behind the table very contentedly. When she had energy, she would flip through the book to study. When she got tired of studying, she would look up at the beautiful scenery in front of her.
From this angle, she could just admire the girl's ankles showing from under her skirt.
The thin black stockings cover everything mysteriously, from the heel of the ankle, from the heel to the toes, the outer side, the inner side, and the hollow sandal-style design allows all curves to be seen at a glance.
Not to mention that these shoes are equipped with a mechanism... Whenever the girl loses her strength and is forced to press her feet back into the shoes, the gears on the soles of the shoes will start to turn under the pressure, pushing the two small brushes to rub back and forth on her tense soles, and all of this can be seen by the outside world.
...But this pair of shoes is a high-heeled one, and her forefoot and heel are locked and fixed, leaving only ten delicate toes below her ankles that can struggle.
Whenever this process happened, Xia Yibing could clearly see the girl's toes moving restlessly under the stockings.
She will also appreciate her expression at the same time.
Although Hitzfeld was very good at pretending, and sometimes even simply covered her face with a book, she could still detect her inner embarrassment from some details in her movements and expressions.
This feels really perfect.
Xia Yibing felt like she had been working for ten days and ten nights to make the little angel willing to be teased and admired like this.
But at least she knew the seriousness of the matter... Soon, she interrupted this wonderful process and called the girl to come over.
"Can you...can you come over here?"
Hitzfeld's faint pleading voice came from behind the lifted album.
"These shoes...are not easy to walk in."
"Just come over here and tell me."
Xia Yibing was stunned, then smiled, picked up the book and walked to her.
"Look at this."
Hitzfeld's face turned red, and he didn't even come to his senses for a moment.
It was only after the woman reminded her several times that she finally focused her attention and read the contents of the book clearly.
"It's not a secret code." Xia Yibing said.
"But the Niang family mentioned here... and the lost holy city, Oujin City... do you think it has anything to do with the Silver-Eyed Seagull?"
Chapter 54 History, Mythology, and Fairy Tales
Ignoring the strange feeling under his feet, Hitzfeld took the book and glanced at the title first.
The title of the book is "Miscellaneous Historical Talks", the author is unknown, the printing house is unknown, and there is no indication whether it is an internal reference copy.
This is normal, because most of the books here were specially copied for her to take away as Alvin said, including this book, and they are basically hand-copied.
However, its background is easy to guess, mainly because of its title - this type of document carrier usually has no clear author in Sara, and even if there is a signature, it is basically just the nominal editor, because the content is not written by them.
The real creators of the content of the book were the ancients. They were the documents and materials left behind by people who were forced to flee due to wars and disasters in different eras and periods. By editing and arranging these messy things, a so-called "collection of miscellaneous history" was completed.
A thin text may contain more than a dozen legends, and each has a different perspective and tone, similar to tearing a few pages from a dozen books and piecing them together into a whole.
It's not a glorious job, and most of the credit goes to the translators. If you are not the editor and the overall translator, there is really no need to sign your name on it.
Hitzfeld returned to the page that Xia Yibing had only shown her and found that most of the page was taken up by an illustration at the top.
It was a city. The perspective was a distant view. Standing on the cliff, the group of people looked toward the sea and could see the majestic city by the sea, the towering tower, and the many flags fluttering on the top of the tower.
There is a line of annotation below.
[South of Aisha, Oujin City. The territory of the Niang family, suspected to be the real carrier of the "Lost Holy City" in the second section of the second chapter of "Lost Civilization". It cannot be confirmed that it really exists, and the illustrations on the pages are for reference only.]
Turning further, it’s gone.
Apart from this picture and this paragraph, the only other content nearby that mentions Oujin City is the dialogue on the left. In other words, the illustrations and annotations on the right are just annotations made by the editor for the content on the left, to prevent readers from not understanding it.
"Why do you doubt this? Just because Oujin City has the word Seagull in its name?" Hitzfeld raised his head to see the woman's expression. "Do you know how many cities by the sea have the word Seagull in their names?"
Ouming City, the place where seagulls cry.
Ouju City, where seagulls gather.
Blue Gull City is so called because of a type of seagull with deep blue tail feathers that is a local feature.
There were too many to count. If this could be used as a basis for judgment, even if she drove the Pierre to search for them at every port, it would take her at least ten years to finish the search.
"It's not just that." Xia Yibing ignored the girl's ridicule and looked at her seriously: "I deduced it from my sense of language."
"Sense of language?" Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows slightly.
She acknowledged that the other party had a good sense of language. After all, that was a terrifying talent that allowed him to decipher and understand a new language out of thin air.
But can this kind of thing also be used for reasoning? Wouldn't this be the intuitive school?
"I also know Ou Ming City, Lan Ou City and so on." Xia Yibing explained to her, "They are all names that you can understand as soon as you hear them."
"But what does 'Gull City' mean?" she asked. "'Land of seagulls'? 'Land woven with seagull feathers'?"
Hitzfeld opened his mouth and found himself at a loss for words.
The names of ancient port cities were rather random, either taken from nearby animals or randomly named after a deity, such as the port of Colossae.
The word "Jin" in Oujincheng is of course more complicated, but it contains multiple meanings such as "feathered ornament" and "victory". These meanings are all very good naming materials when taken separately, but they have nothing to do with the "seagull" element.
Seagull feathers are not suitable for making down products. One reason is that their quality is not as good as goose or duck feathers, and the other is that they are more difficult to breed.
Victory is even less associated with seagulls. This kind of bird has always been associated with descriptions such as "cautious", "cowardly", and "greedy". The few positive compliments it receives also come from shipwreck victims - only those who have drifted on the sea will be moved to tears when they hear the cries of seagulls near the coast.
So that's the situation.
It didn't make sense to Hitzfeld, but it seemed appropriate.
Compared with most of the port cities with the word "seagull" in their names, "Oujin City" is indeed somewhat out of place.
"The notes say it might be related to another book." Hitzfeld looked towards the bookshelf, "Lost Civilization... go find it."
Now that she was wearing those strange shoes, she naturally refused to get up and walk around.
Xia Yibing understood very well and gave her a few mischievous glances, which made her feel a little embarrassed and annoyed: "What are you looking at? Go!"
The book was found quickly. Xia Yibing leaned against the bookshelf and browsed through it with Hitzfeld.
Although it may sound a bit hypocritical to say this, she really enjoys such time.
To be with her.
Talk together, play together, kiss together, and then do the same thing quietly together.
The quieter the atmosphere, the stronger the feeling of excitement in this enjoyment.
Xia Yibing couldn't help but start to suffer from occupational disease, and became anxious again - she always assumed that one day the two of them would die and be separated, and every time she thought of separation in life, this scene became more precious, and she became more reluctant to let go of the hand that she had finally grasped.
Hitzfeld didn't think too much about it. Most of her attention was focused on the book, and she didn't realize that the woman was holding her hand tighter and tighter.
"Can not be sure……"
After a long moment, she sighed, "But it is indeed suspicious... Let's just label it for now."
"Lost Civilization", as the title suggests, is specifically about those discontinued civilizations.
The Eastern Continent of Laceres was prominently listed, occupying the largest amount of space and the most detailed profile. From the second chapter onwards, there were scattered miscellaneous chapters, and the second section described a holy city of Elsa.
