If Villefort had not been standing here, if she had not known that Grace and Sisyphe were in this room. Then she must have drawn her gun and was on guard at all times. "You came." Although Villefort's "burly" figure blocked his view, Hitzfeld still heard Sixus's iconic tone. Smelly, dry... She could imagine the little girl with a frown on her face, looking very unhappy. She couldn't help but slightly curl up her lips. Moving aside, she was finally able to see the layout of the room. There's nothing special about it, just a bed in the middle, with bedside tables, wardrobe, tea table and chairs on both sides. Sixus stood beside the bed, next to him stood a rack made of steel pipes and iron plates. This thing looked like it was hastily assembled. Each layer was filled with either bottles and medical equipment or gauze and cotton swabs stained with blood. Sixus himself was wearing glasses, a mask, gloves, and protective clothing.
When Villefort turned sideways, Hitzfeld realized that he had also put on a mask without knowing when. Looking at the other side of the bed, the old man in the cloak who happened to look back, the edge of the mask on his chin was also very obvious. what's the situation? Hitzfeld was a little confused. You all put them on. what about me? I just don't care? "You are the Devourer, Hitzfell." Grester's voice came. "It is absolutely impossible for the Devourer to be infected again, so we didn't prepare anything for you." Hitzfeld didn't even have the mind to despise him because she was completely attracted by the scene on the bed. The person lying on the bed was...if you allow her to use this description, a monster. Nosa Ferdinand, the dean of the Pusilint Seminary, was lying there quietly at this moment. The entire right half of his body was severely ulcerated, and white bones could be seen in the most serious parts. And it's more than just ulceration. She saw clearly that there was a lot of rotten flesh... and tiny buds of flesh were constantly emerging from the pile of flesh and blood. Like the tentacles of a catfish, like wriggling maggots. With Sixus's clean and neat movements of scraping them off, and the increasingly strong stench of the corpse, Hitzfeld felt a little dizzy, as if something was churning in his stomach. "why?" She looked at the other three people in the room one by one and could only utter this word.
Is this Ferdinand’s “disease”? The body is rotting... and turning into a monster? None of the three answered her for the time being. The two men were silent. Sixus seemed not to hear and was only busy cutting the rotten meat. But they grew too fast... almost like... like bubbles, constantly surging. Hitzfeld couldn't help but suspect that if he continued to cut them like this, Ferdinand's vitality would be exhausted first - although she also saw that there were still many tubes inserted into his left half of the body to give him infusions. “Nosa’s situation is unique.” Grace said quietly. "He prevented a disaster and became a de facto hero. I think Agent Xiasha should have told you about this." "……Yes." "For some people, this is an open secret." Grester continued, "They know very well that 11 years ago... Deepness's actions could have led to the real doomsday, and they also know that it was Nosa who prevented this doomsday. He paid a very painful price for this. No matter what, everyone must forgive him and do their best to help him so that he can feel the beauty of life again." "but……" "But they didn't do it, did they?" "..." "Don't blame them. If you were in their shoes, you would also hesitate to continue saving the hero when you knew that the hero might become a 'corruptor' and lose all reason to follow the evil god." "'Corruptor'!" Hitzfeld repeated the word with a shocked expression on his face. "You mean 'corruptor'!" "Yes, Hitzfeld." Grester said softly, "Nosa is destined to become a 'corruptor'." "……Why!?" "Because his heart collapsed during that battle." Sixus suddenly interrupted. "He is a cold-blooded, heartless, and completely inhumane guy. If he can really do that, then that's fine." "But this kind of existence is inherently deformed, an illusion deliberately created to prepare for something. From the moment he was born, he was destined to bear this result, just because some people are evading his responsibilities!" "Sixus——" Villefort drew out the note. "I think Grace must have his own difficulties..." "Bullshit hardship!"
The mixed-haired loli shouted angrily. "Then it should be his responsibility! He should have been the 'Secret Keeper' in the first place!" "Sixus——" "Isn't it? Cutting off humanity just to win the next round of the evil god game... Isn't it more appropriate for him to do this?" "Anyway, he's always so high and mighty! He doesn't care about anyone! He has no wife, no children, and nothing. Who would have a problem with Principal Grace who has abandoned his humanity? I think they wish he was just that kind of person!" "..." "..." "..." No one spoke. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was as if oxygen had never existed, and Hitzfeld hardly dared to breathe. "Anyway——" Having vented his anger a little, Sixus continued to cut the rotten flesh. "He is already this kind of person in my mind." "I'll leave after I'm done with it. Now I feel like vomiting when I see him!" "Sixus..." Villefort wanted to say something more, but in the end it could only turn into a sigh. Hitzfeld glanced at Grest. He remained calm, as if he was not the one being cursed. But at least she knew the truth. She remembered what Ethan had said to her when she first came to Wayne. Emotional logic... Logic collapses... Part of the Church of the Eclipse… No mind or thoughts... The only instinct is to eat and be fed… Extremely dangerous. Grest did say that Nosa-Ferdinand was destined to become a corrupter. Destined...
"Or let me put it another way." Paul Drake's voice was also echoing. "Maybe something he can't escape from has caught up with him. You saved him this time, but you may not be able to save him all the time." "Perhaps it would be better for him to be freed as soon as possible..." Chapter 58: Adventurous Spirit "Hitzfeld can leave now." Grace said suddenly. "My original intention was to tell you about Nosa's situation, at least to stop you from wasting time on doubting him. But you learned more than you should have known...thanks to the full-time doctor." Sixus was dealing with the gauze over there, and snorted again when he heard him say that. "Villefort can take her there." Grace looked at the fat man, "Then we can talk about your going to the Dream Corridor to ask for medicine." Villefort's face changed, but he said nothing and went out again with Hitzfeld. Hitzfeld obviously didn't want to go out, and as she walked, she turned her head to look at the bed and found that Ferdinand's health was getting better. The intact muscles and skin growing on the left half of the body are eroding the rotten flesh on the right side. At this rate, his body would be back to normal in two hours at the shortest and three or four hours at the longest. "Click." The door closed and Hitzfeld took a deep breath of corridor air. Although it is not very fresh, it is much better than the air inside. "What do you think?" Villefort asked her, turning to her as he led her to the second-floor staircase. "Very... shocking." Hitzfeld paused, "I want to laugh a little, but I can't." "I'm just like you, Hitzfeld." Villefort looked down at the floor. "We all know that he made great sacrifices for everyone, and he almost carried it all by himself - at least for a single evil god." "But because of his situation, and the cold-bloodedness he had shown before, no one - including me - dared to truly trust him." "No one knows when Nosa Ferdinand will completely become corrupt, and no one knows how long he can resist. So we must be suspicious of him and stay away from him." "Our attitude influenced more uninformed people to follow suit, so that his trial of Oenya has become notorious. People hate him simply for this reason, as if he is a cold-blooded devil." Hitzfeld said nothing, because the cruelest, most ironic part of this was that it involved herself. Yes, even though she knew all this now. She knew that the treatment Ferdinand received was absolutely unfair, but - Can she trust him?
How long had she and Ferdinand known each other? She didn't know this person at all. If others believed the rumors, or like Villefort, were simply in a dilemma for the sake of the overall situation. So she is not like that anymore? Ferdinand was destined to be a corrupter, and this fact could not be changed. Puslint, the royal family, and the Wheel of Fortune all tacitly agreed to this happening, which shows that it cannot be changed, otherwise they would have found a way to do it long ago.