"If you wanted to see me, why didn't you just let Shana know?"
"I don't trust her." Hitzfeld was speechless with one sentence. "Maybe she is willing to protect you because of blood relationship, but do you think she protects me because she respects me or is it just for self-protection?"
"…Even if it's the latter possibility, didn't she betray you?"
"Don't say that. You don't even dare to tell her everything." Hitzfeld looked around. "Are you planning to tell me here?"
The skinny old man frowned, stood up, walked outside the door, and came back: "Why don't we talk in the car?"
The Posha family finally fell into decline.
In the huge Sea King City, various forces are intertwined. Apart from the safe house last time, he was not sure he could find any place that was safe from being spied on. After much thought, he decided that the carriage was the most reliable.
After all, we are moving all the time.
Safety is still guaranteed.
But what Bunoliel didn't expect was that Hitzfeld didn't get in the car directly.
She took another small glass bottle from her waist, uncorked it and placed it at the bottom of the axle, then took three steps back and stared at the carriage, as if expecting something to happen.
He frowned and was about to say something, but the next second, Bunoriel saw a layer of skin falling off the carriage.
It really was a layer of skin—and it was alive. A hideous human face was revealed on the surface with white wood grain, and a strange laugh came out of its mouth: "Itchy... Haha... It itches to death...!"
"Bitch!" The old man glared in anger. When he thought of the fact that he had come here in this car, he immediately pulled out a long bone blade and used force to cut the huge monster skin into pieces.
"What is this?" Hitzfeld was a little curious.
"Hemomimetics." The old man exhaled, "One of the skills of blood mages. They cut off their own flesh and store it as a spell material, which can be used to transform into other biological things."
Like a wooden carriage?
Hitzfeld stared thoughtfully at the squirming pile of debris.
She wondered if the spellcasting material included scratched foot skin.
Damn...when I think about it, blood mages are just so disgusting.
After recalling and confirming that he had never shaken hands with Luca, Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
I watched Bunoliel give a large bag of bone ropes to calm the frightened driver, and then Hitzfeld got in the car with him, and the car started to move forward.
"I want to know what's going on in Inian Harbor." She asked directly, "Aren't you going to assassinate the King? Why are you making such a fuss over there?"
"You really asked the right person." The old man curled his lips, "We usually only contact each other via radio once every two weeks, and this time it happened to be yesterday. The explanation given by those people was that they needed to do this to divert Ou Jincheng's attention."
"Did you kill Agor?"
"Yes."
"Where's Theo?"
"Too."
"Where is Sister Marian now."
"They forced me to jump into the sea, and I'm likely to die."
"Do you have control over the Tomb of the Nine Knights?"
"I--"
The rhythm of the answer stopped abruptly, and Bunoliel looked at her deeply, "It seems that you also have your own channels of information."
"I just don't want to be looked down upon." Hitzfeld kept looking him in the eyes, "No matter who it is, anyone."
Bunoliel was about to say something when he suddenly felt the temperature in the car drop sharply.
He turned his head and faced an ice needle floating in mid-air.
"Death...Dead Bone Ice Needle!!!"
He practically screamed its name and huddled in the corner of the car like a baby terrified of spiders.
"Quickly...quickly put it away! Your Highness! ... Your Highness!!!"
Hitzfeld did not do so. Instead, he drove the ice needle closer, almost squeezing the old man into a pancake.
"I ask you questions, and you don't say anything else but answer them."
"Ask...ask quickly!"
"Are you really loyal to my father, Dr. Mechanical Coldis?"
"I can't guarantee it for others, but I swear on everything I have that it's true!"
"How many people has the Mechanical Kingdom planted in the territory of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom?"
"I don't know... This is top secret, my level is not high enough to know this!"
"How many do you estimate?"
"Maybe a hundred... maybe more... but it won't be too exaggerated. The people in the church can smell the oil... and they don't need to control the floating city. It's useless to have so many people..."
"Do you have a hierarchy within your organization? If so, tell me the level."
"There are levels! The highest level is naturally the Doctor... Of course, now it's you... The next level is the Mechanical Apostle, and the next level is the Private."
"What's the difference?"
"The Mechanical Apostle is a Private Soldier who has been 'Enlightened'. He has been further modified based on the Private Soldier to be closer to the human body, which is similar to the Doctor."
"So the private is a pure robot? The kind without any thoughts?"
"Roughly the same……"
"How do you calculate?"
"I am a cyborg... or you could say a semi-cyborg... I have a stent installed in my heart, and some of my internal organs have been replaced, but because there is blood covering the outside, the smell can be hidden."
"So there are many members with independent thoughts? Now that my father is dead, why are you willing to be loyal to the concept of the 'Mechanical Kingdom' and continue to fight instead of choosing to set up your own faction?"
"Didn't I tell you... I agree with the doctor's philosophy. I want to... I want to eliminate the dark clouds in the sky and kill the blood beasts that created all the suffering and everything that allowed the blood beasts to run rampant."
"What about the rest."
"I don't know... I only know that they are indeed planning to assassinate the King. This is not a lie - no mechanical people can lie to Ice Needle!"
Considering that he was relatively well-behaved, Hitzfeld moved the ice needle away.
Bunoliel could at least sit up straighter, he breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced over with a hint of fear.
I originally thought it was just a show of sincerity... No one expected this princess to do anything, but she actually inherited the Dead Bone Ice Needle!
That's right... She might have taken that path... that is, inheritance through nightmares... I should have expected it at the beginning...
"Go on." Hitzfeld leaned back in his chair.
"...Your Highness?" That smile is uglier than crying. Can you at least give me some hint?
"Leave me alone. You can guess what I might want to know and then tell me whatever you think."
In this way, Hitzfeld obtained far more information than he could obtain through torture.
"The power of the Kingdom of God is gathering in Chaooujin... The battle line in the Sea King City is just a cover, including the assassination in Inian Port. The intelligence said that it was just to cover up..."
"The Tomb of the Nine Knights is indeed a hidden danger. I have also seen information about it. Some years ago, someone stole their remains to set up evil rituals, and used the remaining blood power of the remains to exchange for terrible power from those evil gods... Then it seems that there was a traitor? A family of rebels? They secretly stole the remains again... It is said that they fled to the Blood Sea and lost their trace, but I don't know much about this matter. Anyway, as long as this thing doesn't fall into Ou Jincheng's hands, there will be no problem."
"Our progress? Sea chart? I... uh... I think they might have sent people to the Black Mist Sea? I don't know... but it's too far away from here. The remains of the Nine Knights are of no use to us. In fact, I think it's a good thing that we can't find them."
Bunoliel told almost everything he could, not only the information about the Mechanical Kingdom, but also the Corrupted Blood Kingdom, especially the information about the Sea King City.
"The governor of the Sea King City is called Bislo-Chel, a guy who is extremely loyal to the Human King."
"He is very good at leading troops in battle. The Blood and Pus Fortress is not at an advantage against the Mechanical Floating City, but he always manages to gain the upper hand, and at the very least he has never suffered a loss."
"He also has an elite troop, which is said to be trained by the blood mage. The blood mage is responsible for enchanting the armor of the troop, and they are invincible on the ground when charging... They can even overturn mechanical chariots with ease."
"And then there's the church... Let me think... The Church of the Mother of Savior in Sea King City is being suppressed very badly, that's true, but after all, the Blood Slaughterers have to rely on them when they're injured... What about the 300 Sisters of Savior... They're not allowed to leave the southeast city, but they're very respected there."
"Their leader? That must be Sister Tamo. Sister Tamo is at the bishop level, just like Sister Marian... If you want to say the difference, it's not that big. The Sisters of Salvation are not known for their combat power, but they can become... cough! That kind of appearance to heal people's injuries after being transformed. The bishop level can become a little more exaggerated... but in essence, they are still flesh and blood. That kind of mysticism is a crooked way compared to steel!"
He should not have lied. As a person who came from the modern era, Hitzfeld naturally knew how much damage industrialized weapons could cause to flesh and blood.
Agor, Theo and Marian were not small characters in this area, yet they were eliminated easily.
After all, industrialized weapons are too cheap, and combat effectiveness is concentrated in weapons rather than individuals. The difficulty and efficiency of training are not at the same level at all.
That's why the war has reached a stalemate.
Even though the territory of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom is much larger, it can only confront the "Mechanical Heretics" from the north to the south.
It may also be related to the fact that the evil curse is not effective.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld felt a little bit gloating.
Curses are extremely troublesome to the flesh and blood. Many cases are easy to solve, but because they involve evil spirits and curses, the detectives have to be careful, fearing that their spirits will be polluted.
But robots are different, they are just tools and curses are useless.
It's a sad thing to think about, Sister Marian.
She didn't say anything, and the old man thought she was not satisfied and was still racking her brains to think of something to say.
He is worthy of being the owner of Posuo Mansion, and Posuo Mansion is worthy of being the largest high-end club in the public area. He knows a lot of gossip.
Hitzfeld secretly wrote down everything he said, and suddenly felt a push on his back.
The carriage stopped.
The driver didn't get their orders, so it wouldn't be a normal stop.
After calculating the time and the information he had just obtained, Hitzfeld smiled.
She already knew who had come to her door.
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I had something to do late at night, so I’ll post today’s update in advance…
I'll try to post one more chapter during the day tomorrow. If I can't spare the time, I'll just add more words.
Chapter 130 Blood Temple 5k5
Getting ready, Hitzfeld stood up to get out of the car.
"Your Highness!" Bunoliel suddenly called her, his tone serious: "You are... this dress, could it be--"
He was so intimidated when they first met that he didn't even have time to ask the girl why she was dressed like that. But when he thought about who might be blocking his way, Bunoliel couldn't help but guess what she meant.
She was actually planning to sneak into the church disguised as a nun? Was she crazy?
From what he had seen, he had never heard of any person of noble status who would do this to make things difficult for himself.
"I have my plans." Hitzfeld glanced over, and after just one glance, Bunoriel gave up the idea of continuing to ask, "Tell me how I should contact you next."
"Here!" The old man took out a metal box from his arms. He opened the box, pulled out the retracted antenna in front, pointed to the only button in the middle and said, "Press this after unplugging the wire, but you need to be in an open area. This is disposable."
Hitzfeld accepted it calmly. The party who stopped the "carriage" was obviously impatient at this time. There was a knock on the door and a gentle female voice outside.
"Sister Hasim... I think you must come and explain to Sister Tamo in person why you came to Neptune City without notifying the church."
The real drama is here.
Ignoring Bunoliel's serious expression, Hitzfeld folded the small box and stuffed it into the bag on his waist, then opened the car door and got out.
The person standing outside the door obviously didn't expect her to come out so directly. The momentum of opening the door was a bit fierce, and she had to take a step back to avoid being hit by the white bone wooden door panel.
How rude!
Cursing inwardly with some disgust, the nun couldn't help but agree with some gossips about the port city.
The Corrupted Blood Kingdom is very large, and transportation is inconvenient here. Even if some places are not far away from modern people, it takes a long time to reach them. This situation undoubtedly greatly reduces the efficiency of seeing and hearing. The nun has never been to any port city. She only heard that the stench of the sea of blood is everywhere there. No matter whether people living by the sea are men or women, noble or humble, they will be stained by the stench in their bones, and there will be residues no matter how many times they take a bath.
Foul-smelling, rude, low-quality, and coming without notice, doing such a ridiculous thing as running to the slums to show her divine power without notification... It can be said that her impression of Hitzfeld has dropped to a negative value. If she was not a savior nun like her, she would not have been willing to come at all.
But then she was slightly stunned.
The girl who walked out of the carriage had a face, figure and temperament that were beyond our imagination.
Gray hair... This is exactly the same as what I heard, but the two eyes were not covered with cloth. Only the left one was covered with an eye mask. The pure and deep blue right eye with long gray eyelashes was closed for a moment, and the charm was revealed the moment she looked over.
This straight yet delicate nose... small yet pink lips... the delicate figure that cannot be concealed even by the black dress... and the black silk toes that are faintly revealed under this half-warm and half-cold temperament.
Is this really the kind of person who could have escaped from exile?
