"But according to the files sent back by some agents from the town of Barvik, I don't think you are ready yet." "..." Hitzfeld wanted to say something nasty. Yes, she let the doctor and Helen go in the end, saying that she had emptied her magazine and could no longer threaten them. It was an excuse, of course—but she couldn't make one. Once she explains, not only she but also Darent will be held accountable. "Well, let's make a deal." Seeing her conflicted expression, the woman grinned. “First interview.” She held up a finger.
"If you can successfully get Director Ferdinand to hire you as his assistant and coordinate your life and work at the same time, it will prove that you have good abilities." "How about it? If you can do it, I'll let you participate. Otherwise, there's no deal." "Well……" Hitzfeld stared at her with a frown. She always felt that she could read some cunning in that upturned smile, but she just didn't understand what kind of trap there could be. "Ok." So she finally agreed. "It's a word." Chapter 12 New Confusion The three of them chatted with Hitzfeld until midnight, but before 12 o'clock, Xia Yibing and Ethan left. Before leaving, Xia Yibing seemed to remember something. She asked the girl for paper and pen, then leaned over the wall and began to write. She hadn't put on her coat yet, and was currently wearing a light blue striped white shirt, dark black shorts with laces, and flesh-colored stockings. The action of leaning against the wall just highlighted her waist and leg curves, causing Hitzfeld to be distracted and look at her. "Based on what I know about Director Ferdinand, you should need these things." What Hitzfeld ended up with was a list of books. Everyone left, including Alfred... Although he was just hiding in the empty house at No. 222 across the street and was technically her neighbor, Alfred emphasized to her that he would only show up when she was in dire need or in danger. "A mysterious fellow." Watching the old man walk out of the gate less than eight steps away and use the key to open the door opposite, Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows and shook his head. Number 222…According to Alfred he had lived there for 36 years. But when she first came to No. 221 and met Alfred, the situation of the house opposite was the same as No. 221, with no signs of anyone living there.
There wasn't even any trace of footsteps walking back and forth in the dust. Was he sure he really lived here? In a trance, Hitzfeld thought of Xia Yibing's white long sword, and then thought of Alfred's code name "Night Raven". Squinting her eyes, she had some guesses in her mind. Closing the door, taking a deep breath, Hitzfeld began to clean up the mess. Throw empty plates and cutlery into the sink. Collect water in a copper basin and use a rag made from a corner of an old curtain to wipe the tables and chairs. Mopping the floor with a mop fashioned from more old curtain carcasses. Then she endured the cold, took off her clothes and took a bath. People enter a very relaxed state when taking a bath, and many of Hitzfeld's good ideas come from taking a bath. Today was no exception. When she had completely adapted to the cold water and had begun to enjoy the rush of the water, she couldn't help but think: "Maybe I really need this teaching assistant job." Currently, thanks to the gift from Mrs. Glee, she has a total of three properties under her name. There are also some fields, just behind 12 Flo Street, on the edge of the city. However, these fields are now basically in a state of abandonment. They were originally taken care of by someone, but after the second golem disaster, they were abandoned again. Although the identity of an honorary member of the Wheel of Fortune corresponds to the fifth level of authority of this organization and gives Hitzfeld the opportunity to become an exclusive agent of this organization, an honorary member is not a formal member after all, and she is not eligible to receive salary and dividends. So in other words, she, Ashun Hitzfeld, currently has no income. The prices in the capital were incredibly high. Just the cost of buying the ingredients for that dinner would have been enough for her to live on for a week in Kuroki City. That's why she takes cold showers in early spring. The hot water charge of goli per minute is really a waste of money. Hitzfeld's body was no longer as strong as when she had just woken up, so she could afford to take a cold shower and treat it as exercise. “Although the property that Madam left me is valuable, a lot of it cannot be converted into cash.” As the water flowed, Hitzfeld began to think seriously and from a realistic perspective. "Life and work... Indeed, in Xia's eyes, being able to take care of yourself in daily life is not considered an 'ability'. I can't always be alone at home. Maybe she wants me to find a social circle." Hitzfeld didn't like socializing. No matter what time of year or gender, she would rather be at home. She has so many ways to entertain herself, such as reading, watching movies, playing games and drawing. But even so, she had to admit that she would feel lonely after a long time. She would imagine lively scenes. Sometimes I would go out for a walk on a whim, to see the scenery and the bustling city.
Otherwise, how can we say that humans are social animals? To a certain extent, whether one can discover that there are problems with his or her psychology in this regard, and whether one can make timely adjustments and balance the degree in the middle is also proof of one's maturity. I always feel like she treats me like a child. Turning off the shower, Hitzfeld looked unhappy. But how to say it. This feeling of being cared for is not bad. …… The next day, Thursday. After washing up, Hitzfeld took out a set of slightly conservative white underwear and put it on himself. Considering that she would have to travel a lot today, she hesitated for a moment, took out a garter from the box and tied it around her waist, then put on her white silk stockings and pulled them up with the belt. This outfit... Looking in the mirror, Hitzfeld blushed a little. She quickly put on a black, waist-hugging, long-sleeved dress with lace hems, hiding all her splendor under the fabric. She put on her boots, picked up the list of books and money, and prepared to go out. More than an hour later, a gray-haired girl wearing a black dress and an eye mask appeared in a relatively large book market nearby. Every two steps, the girl would look back. On the one hand, she doubted whether Shadow Lion and Wheel of Fortune had sent people to follow and protect her. On the other hand, many of the books she wanted to buy were "internal reference books" and could not be bought in ordinary book markets. "The underground money exchange... is this the place?" Following Ethan's instructions, Hitzfeld turned around and found a special market that was located in a building and had a dark door. Not only can you exchange money here, you can also buy many prohibited items. “But they are controlled.” Hitzfeld still remembers Ethan's boastful expression at the time. "You can buy gun parts there, for example, but it's almost impossible to buy bullets." "Bookstore...bookstore..." Muttering his needs, Hitzfeld quickly found a store covered with a thick curtain. Like all stores here, it has no sign. To find out what it sells, you either have to go in and browse or read the expressions of the people. Hitzfeld walked up and down the street, and when she saw the fifth man coming out carrying a stack of brown paper packages in the shape of books, she finally made up her mind and followed a man in. As soon as you walk through the curtain, the unique fragrance of book pages and ink hits you in the face. She saw two rows of wooden shelves, densely packed with books.
At the end is another row of shelves, with more than 2000 books on display. "Distinguished guest." The owner - or perhaps the clerk, a man with a small mustache wearing a dark green suit, called Hitzfeld. "Since you have chosen to come here, your needs must be unusual." "Is there anything I can do for you?" "I want……" Hitzfeld unfolded the list of books. "The Origin of the Evil God", "100 Weaknesses of Nightmare", "Attack! Steam Knights!", "Where will the future go in the shadows?"..." As she read on, her brows furrowed. At least 90% of these are Ferdinand's own books! Seeing that the author's name of most books was marked as "Nosa Ferdinand", Hitzfeld finally understood what Xia Yibing meant. ...Isn't this just teaching her to flatter? I didn't look closely yesterday, and only discovered this when I went out today. There were 15 books in total, 12 of which were in the library left by her wife. She had read 3 of them and made notes, and had read 3 of them almost exactly. The other 2 were placed in a box and taken with her, including "The Origin of the Evil God" which she had finished reading at the dock. This meant she could cross out eight books from her list and only buy seven to take home. Xiao Huzi said she was lucky and all seven books were in stock. When it came time to pay the bill, Hitzfeld began to feel uncomfortable again. 7 books...all 7 books are as thick as a fist. On average, each book costs 620 goli, which is simply... more expensive than taking a hot bath! It’s hard to imagine that if she hadn’t had the foresight to withdraw some extra money some time ago, wouldn’t she be left with no money to pay now? "Knowledge is priceless, dear." Perhaps he could see that she was in pain, so the man with a mustache comforted her while stamping the last page of the book. "Oh... I have a question..." Hitzfeld bit his lip. This question had just occurred to her, and it wasn't the right question to ask a stranger, but she had no one else to turn to for advice. Not all internal reference books are banned from sale like Madam’s works. Since this store is qualified to sell internal reference books, perhaps the store owner knows something... "I want to know, if I receive an invitation to interview in Pusilint, what is the deadline..."
"Within a week - if you don't want to go, write back and say no, if you want to go, stick to this deadline." The man with a mustache first gave the answer reflexively, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl with a surprised expression. "Oh, guest!" His attitude became at least three times more enthusiastic. …… When she went out, Hitzfeld carried her bag in one hand and a small card in the other. It took her a while to come to her senses from all the flattery.