"Need not." "But……" "Muko has no family." She interrupted her. "Those who are able to get a job as a full-time agent are basically single. He has no wife, let alone three children." "..." Hitzfeld's eyes widened even beneath his eyepatch. "But he said it then!" "It was a dream, Hitzfeld." Ethan said.
"Some extraordinary people can withstand the test of nightmare cycles. Although they may be doomed in the end, at least they gain strength temporarily." “And some people, their hearts are not that strong.” "In order to maintain the motivation to live, they rely on the hands of others to weave new dreams on top of the nightmare... and believe them to be true." "So Hitzfeld." "He doesn't need your help." Chapter 70 Origin The dry and cold wind blew away the gray hair, revealing the girl's dull face. "Let's go, Hitzfeld!" The woman's call woke her up. She hurried to catch up, looking at the backs of the three people from the side as she walked. The atmosphere in the team was dull, as if it had returned to its previous state. But this time it didn't last long. "Can you tell me what that ink is?" Zafira slowed down on his own initiative, walked up to the girl and asked with his head down. Hitzfeld stared at him blankly. She wondered if the reason why he asked her this question was also out of his professional ethics. Mu Ke should have a very good relationship with him. In the cellar, they met for the first time, and the two of them came down together. The members of Team 17 should all be good friends!
They already knew that Mu Ke's perception was a lie he had woven for himself! But in the car, when Mu Ke said those words with a smile, these people looked as usual. Even, if she remembered correctly, Ethan smiled... why? Why can you be so...cold? Even she, who had just known Mu Ke for a short time, felt a little sad. Aren’t they good friends? "She doesn't seem to be used to it yet." A woman's voice came from the side. "Let me do it." "You go push Ethan's car." The boots made a crunching sound as they stepped on the snow. A white mist rushed out in front of my eyes, and most of Xia Yibing's face suddenly came into view from the right. Hitzfeld was startled. It was a real jump, and then his feet tripped over each other and he fell flat on his face. “……” When she was pulled up, she glared at the woman with eyes full of resentment. She is not so timid. But she never thought that Xia Yibing, such a... well, such a "decent" person, would play such a joke on her. "Okay, let's get serious." Putting his only remaining left hand on her shoulder, the woman sniffed. "You seemed to be wondering before why I wasn't sad at all when my friend Isaac Lord died." "That's what happened." "Because in the process of fighting them, all my tears have dried up." "'The Knight of the Red Rose Has No Tears', some people call us by this slang. But only we ourselves know that living in this world with 'faith' on our shoulders is actually a torture and pain." Torture…and pain. Hitzfeld glanced at her. She thought of the dream about the "long summer". "I."
"Ethan." "Zafira." "Muko." "There are many more officially recruited agents... What others see may not be the real us, so they won't understand. Death is actually a relief for us." "That's why we don't feel too sad about the departure of our friends." "Of course I feel sad... but what can 'sadness' and 'tears' do? Even 'anger'?" "We are not soldiers. What we have to face cannot be defeated by passion alone." "Only calmness, Hitzfeld. Absolute calmness and rationality. Only with these can you win." The crunching sound still echoed. "Why are you saying this to me?" Hitzfeld couldn't help but ask. The relationship between them is just that of protector and protected. Why so much explanation? She wouldn't refuse even if I asked her to hand over the information directly... do not know why. She always felt that Xia Yibing's words were like "making arrangements for final affairs". "Because I like your dream." Xia Yibing exhaled white air. "Didn't you say you wanted to be a detective...?" "In this damn world... being a detective... huh, it's not much safer than being a secret policeman..." "We are organized after all, but you detectives all work on your own." "What should I do if I encounter a case involving evil spirits?" "I'm giving you a vaccination~" Hitzfeld hesitated and gave up explaining to her the difference between "dream" and "dream". Dream…… She hadn't had a dream since she opened her eyes at 12 Flo Street... Another half an hour later, while walking, Hitzfeld finally explained everything to the three of them. "Is it your left eye? It will only write if your left eye is staring at it?"
"Um……" "What did I say at the beginning?" Zafira let out a breath of relief, pushing the cart with one hand and playing with Ethan's hair with the other. "What is real professionalism?" "Now that we know there's only one bottle of ink, this is going to be a bit difficult." Xia Yibing pondered. Obviously, whether it was the contents of the manuscript written in red ink or Hitzfeld's personal demonstration just now, everything showed that ink had an extremely strong inhibitory effect on evil spirits. It is very likely that it originally belonged to the Hitzfell family. Lilith obtained it after finding the secret realm and has been using its power to suppress corruption. This could explain why Hitzfeld could activate its power - she was originally a 'Hitzfeld', so maybe it was the blood of the ancestor of the Secret Keeper family - it was related to the gods according to the records. But now it is consumed. Just to save these useless people who no longer have much fighting power. After listening to the girl's description, Xia Yibing even wanted to pinch her neck and ask her what she was thinking at the time. Is it worth it? This thing is no less than a super incendiary bomb to evil spirits. She could go to the secret realm alone, and when she saw Lilith, she could just take it out and smash it at her, and everything would probably be over. But thinking about the girl's personality, I really can't say this. Aishun Hitzfeld... Humph. No wonder Ethan likes to touch her head so much. After taking another step, the sound of the wind suddenly became much louder. Uh... Uh... It was like a ghost screaming in the wind. Looking up, they saw an open space before them. This is a high ground, a sloping land. I don’t know when the fog started to fade. Apart from some normal thin vapor surrounding the feet, visibility was completely unaffected. Standing here and looking into the distance, you can vaguely see a river covered with white mist. On the other side of the river stood a vague, undulating figure.
Like many spires, with a crescent moon hanging behind them. "Hitzfell Manor..." "Secret Realm..." Different names came out of their mouths. "..." Hitzfeld looked around at the trees on either side and wrapped his coat tighter around him.