"Come in." The back door of the cabin opened and a typical wooden man walked in. It has a cylindrical body, with roots gathered together to form a pair of feet, facial features growing on the trunk, and it also wears a cloak in a funny way. "Your Majesty." The new wooden man first bowed to Annual Rings. "Is there anything you need to talk about?" Without human help, perhaps the Woodmen could not have created many things that could be called "advanced civilizations." But in terms of communication efficiency, humans are still far behind. The reason is that the Woodmen have long since laid out a root network throughout the underground of Wayne, with the library as its center. If you want to know something or convey something, you just need to connect a part of yourself to the root network and you will soon gain something. That's why it asks the question - a secret that needs to be discussed in this way must be extraordinary. "Zhakaisi," Tree Ring asked, "how many years have we not gotten involved in the disputes among humans?"
"Almost 180 years, Your Majesty." The wooden man Chai Kaisi answered respectfully. The Woodmen don't like power, and that's not a lie. Except for the slight help they gave when Sara I chose to establish the Kingdom of Wayne at the beginning of the Nightmare Century, they have been guarding their own territory and have never crossed the border for the rest of the time until today. Yes, the Wheel of Fortune has many bases and pawns in secret. But they only help humans deal with evil monsters and never ask about humans' own internal affairs. "Then this record ends today, Chaikes." "Your Majesty?" Chaikes looked up in astonishment, not being able to understand what the young patriarch, who was only 42 years old, meant. Is she planning to interfere in human affairs? Why? The human royal family had always been wary of them. If this move went wrong, the relationship between the two sides would definitely deteriorate sharply! "As for power, the Woodmen didn't care in the past, don't care now, and won't care in the future." Year Ring exhaled another puff of smoke and spoke calmly. "It just occurred to me today that we might have been deceived." "We get involved not to control, but to verify." "At the very least, I want to know if those people are still our original allies." …… …… In the darkness, Aglaia opened her eyes.
If there was another person in the bedroom at the same time, he would definitely not ignore the dark red light emanating from those eyes. Sitting up, Aglaia did not get out of bed immediately. Because she had another nightmare last night, the nightmare that she hated the most. It had such a profound impact on her that every time she struggled to wake up, she would doubt herself, wondering why the nightmare did not hatch into a nightmare and simply swallow her up. A fist-sized "scavenger" climbed up the bed along the corner of the wall. Its nimble long legs moved quickly to avoid the wrinkles in the bedding that looked like the intestines of those creatures. It continued to climb up the girl's arm and moved its mouthparts close to her ear. Aglaia stretched out his other hand and took the spider on the back of his hand. "You said someone was watching me outside..." Whispering, almost inaudible. "It seems she discovered..." "You go back and tell them that I plan to speed up the process." "call--" The vapor-laden wind hit the window, and a slight airflow penetrated into the window gap, lifting the curtains slightly. A faint, pale ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating half of the black-haired girl's face. And the corner. The light revealed a huge, dark wardrobe that looked like a coffin. …… …… In the afternoon, Hitzfeld was still dressed the same way - with an extra black felt hat - and came to the Ice Dragon Stadium with Xia Yibing, who was wearing men's clothes. "I did not get it." Xia Yibing muttered to herself, turning her head to look at the gray-haired girl from time to time. "Why are you suddenly interested in football games?" Villefort had already looked for it, and he was both shocked and excited by the information provided here. If nothing unexpected happened, Aglaia's real home must have been targeted. She didn't need to worry about this, although she actually preferred to arrest the person directly, but how should I put it... When facing cultists who might have the means to possess spirits, it was never too cautious. If Villefort wants to catch a big fish, let him do it. She was also a little itchy - having been fooled by a few tickets for several months, 'Changxia' was eager to drink the blood of the evildoers. So her original plan was to go with them to monitor Aglaia, but before she set off, she received news: the owner of No. 221 specifically asked her to join the action. "Don't you think we're all running around or staying in the house these days, and our bodies are going to be worn out?"
Hitzfeld raised the brim of his hat slightly, revealing a fair face. "I think it's nice to come out and relax once in a while~" She doesn't often wear a hat. After all, it comes from the modern era and does not have the self-awareness of people of this era. Unlike other people, almost everyone wears a felt hat. Looking down, Xia Yibing felt that the hat actually suited her quite well. A pure black felt hat with a bunch of fake white roses tied on the side of the brim. Look at it as a whole. Black cap and white flowers. Black eye patch, grey hair, black collar. Black skirt, white stockings and black leather shoes. The color pattern of heavy-light-dark makes the combination almost seamless. Especially her gray hair. The simple black and white combination is too monotonous, and the gray alone doesn’t look good either, but when they are matched together, there is this magical effect. "Forget it." She breathed out. "I don't know you yet—" According to Xia Yibing's understanding, Aisuen Hitzfeld is a detective fanatic. Once she has an idea, she would put it into practice immediately. She would read books, take notes, memorize things, and draw all day long. She is very different from other girls of her age. Of course, this is not her fault. Most Devourers suffer from insomnia to varying degrees... It is indeed a problem until it is completely solved. Sometimes having too much time on her hands is unpleasant, so she will naturally try to find things to do to relieve her boredom. "You saw through it." Hehehe, Hitzfeld was not embarrassed. "Because I just officially got involved in this case... so I thought it would be wrong for the detective not to actually inspect the crime scene." "You want to see that box?" "That's just one aspect. Another aspect is that I want to see the atmosphere here for myself." "Atmosphere...?" Xia Yibing had absolutely no idea what she was thinking. She also understands deduction. Sometimes she even observes more carefully than Hitzfeld, after all, she has more experience and knowledge.
But she often couldn't keep up with the girl's thoughts. What depressed her most was that many of Hitzfeld's ideas that were considered ridiculous at first were eventually proven to be necessary. Somewhat unhappy. She thought she could protect her—— “Yeah, the atmosphere.” Hitzfeld put away his smile and looked silently at the people around him. The entrance has already begun, and Red Lions fans wearing red and black clothes and waving black red lion flags and Giants fans wearing khaki clothes can be seen everywhere. The atmosphere was extremely heated. Before entering the arena, the two sides were clearly divided into two camps, mocking each other loudly or singing songs they had made up. "There is a sentence in the lady's notes that left a deep impression on me: If an agent really decides to take over a case, he must devote 1000% of his energy to investigating everything related to the case." "I have found a new entry point here. Is there a bigger secret behind the fact that Ognia Volland concealed Mianza's case and allowed him to continue playing?" "But..." Xia Yibing didn't think it was necessary to investigate something that happened so long ago. "Ferdinand's reaction to this is very unusual, isn't it? There must be a reason for his unusual reaction." Hitzfeld interrupted her. "It's not easy to ask him this question directly. Principal Grace can't tell me either. So I can only come here in person." She nodded firmly: “It’s about finding answers at the grassroots level, at the root.” Xia Yibing shook her head as she listened. It's not that mysterious... From what Hitzfeld said, she was almost saying that there were other people involved in covering up the case. How could it not be found out? That's Noosa Ferdinand! He even dares to judge his own wife like that, so how could he show leniency to others? impossible. It is absolutely impossible. But anyway...Hitzfeld has made a huge contribution to the death ticket case. The case is now almost finished, so it doesn't matter if she goes crazy. Just accompany me. The two did not plan to enter the stadium immediately. Xia Yibing accompanied Hitzfeld around the stadium, with many gifts from fans on both sides in her hands. This is also a means of winning over.
It's clear from their clothes that they are neutral fans - maybe not even fans. Then this is the potential target for winning over. It doesn’t matter whether you can come to our side or not, but you must not fall into the opposing camp! “I like this feeling.” Hitzfeld held a stuffed lion cub in one hand and a handful of giant lollipops in the other. She wanted to open one to see what was inside, but the next moment, all the lollipops were confiscated by Xia Yibing. "I didn't want to lick it?"