"Thank you." After eating, the man elegantly took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "Thank you, really... I swear I've never eaten such delicious meat..." "Is this practice original to you?" "The best pork chop shop in Wayne Port just throws it in and deep-fry it. Maybe they'll smear it with a special sauce, but it's definitely not as good as yours." "Honestly, Hitzfeld, I think you should just stop doing anything and open a pork chop shop in Wayne - I guarantee you'll be the richest man in the area within thirty years!" "Not interested in." Hitzfeld shifted his sitting position impatiently. "Now that you are full, I have done my best to be a good host. Could you please tell me who you are and what you want to do?" The reason why she tolerated him for so long and didn't pursue his behavior of breaking in without her consent was entirely because of the word "library".
Wheel of fortune. Facing this extraordinary organization that can make the Shadow Lion bow its head and the royal family have to respect it. She also had to maintain a certain reverence. "Maps Darent." The man coughed twice and began to introduce himself. "Like you, I am a 'Special Honorary Member of the Royal National Library of Port Wayne'." "Is it also level five clearance?" "No... one level higher than you, level six clearance." This person was not a cunning person, and he grinned with great pride when he said this. Hitzfeld wanted to pick up the plate and hit him in the face. This person is very thin. Too thin… She had thought Ethan was already very thin, but this man’s arms were probably only three-fifths as thick as Ethan’s, which was already to the point where it would affect his health. This made his face look very strange. His overly thin and shriveled face made his smile sound mocking and he looked like he really deserved a beating. "Regarding your current situation... let me think about it... don't worry, wait and see..." Darent took out a small notebook from his pocket and kept turning the pages with his saliva. "Oh, I found it... 'Since Miss Aisuen Hitzfeld is a new agent and needs a guide to show her the way, Mr. Maps Darent is now sent to form a temporary partner with her to share responsibilities and help each other.'" "Agent?" Hitzfeld frowned deeply. The members of the library...are also called agents, just like Shadow Lion? "Ignorance, my lady." Darent wiggled his fingers and made a clicking sound.
"Do you think we are the ones who are in charge of the books? You are totally wrong!" "Sala is so big, can it be managed by just Shadow Lion and those tin cans?" "Not to mention that there are many extremely troublesome and dangerous cases involved. If we hadn't helped, not to mention Shadow Lion, even Sarah would have perished several times!" "So you have the same system of sending 'agents' as Shadow Lion." Hitzfeld frowned and guessed, "The obligation mentioned in the previous letter... is to deal with and resolve those troubles?" "That's right!" "But I didn't see you show up during the two Golem Curses." "Ah... well..." Darent laughed awkwardly: "This is because we are dealing with other more important things...so we can't get away for the time being..." "But look, we're here right now!" His expression changed and became very serious. "Don't you want to think about why this city was able to restore order so quickly?" "Those people infected by the curse... there are hundreds of thousands of them! It's possible to trick them into staying in the suburbs temporarily, but if they really want to execute them, can they do it with the power they have?" "How many people have you executed?" Hitzfeld was shocked. She had almost forgotten - there had been a major cleansing after the first curse! How many people will be dealt with this time? Are there really... hundreds of thousands? And there was one thing that concerned her: the huge black shadow had exploded into bloody pieces, but the curse had not been lifted? How could it still continue to affect ordinary people? "Not much." Darent looked up proudly. "Only tens of thousands... They lack the skills to quickly and accurately identify them, but we have this skill." "But the people in charge of this are just messing around!" He cursed a little when talking about this. "Those people shouldn't have been kept in a camp at all! We arrived early enough, but the infection has spread several times over!" "There aren't that many people actually infected with the 'woodification disease' - not many at first, but the centralized detention caused the number to spread rapidly. Damn it - we only needed to deal with less than 6000 people!" "But it seems that the head of the cult here is dead, and the one giving orders is a Flint Knight..." "That makes sense. Those tin cans with strong limbs but simple minds... you can't count on them in any area that requires using their brains." "Ah!" In the cathedral, Frick, who was on duty, sneezed violently.
"That is to say." Hitzfeld frowned at Darent. "For the next...long period of time, we will be partners." "Yes." "Are you my assistant?" "Yes... No! Why do you think so? My authority is higher than yours, so if anything, you should be my assistant!" "Then how should we 'fulfill our obligations'? Should we just wait at home, or should we accept the missions assigned by the organization?" “You don’t have an office yet.” Without waiting for the girl to answer, Darent nodded himself. "Of course, you don't have to have an office... anything that can disguise your identity will do. I sincerely suggest that you open a tonkatsu shop..." "You want me to ask you out?" "…keep on talking serious stuff." "If you have a disguised base, you can take commissions on your own," Darent said, "so most people usually work as private detectives." So what do you mean by suggesting that I open a tonkatsu shop? What kind of lunatic would go to the owner of a pork chop shop to investigate a case? Hitzfeld was getting more and more eager to slap the plate in his face. "If not, we will have to accept the assigned tasks through channels within the organization." “Do you need to run around?” "Of course, there's no guarantee that every mission will be a local nuisance." Hitzfeld looked as if he had a headache. She doesn't like running around. She had deep feelings for 12 Flo Street and she wanted to stay there and not go anywhere else. "Don't be upset, dear." Darent seemed to have anticipated all this. "Sara is a big world, and it's a wonderful world. In addition to helping Sara maintain stability, our Wheel of Fortune also has an important mission to discover the truth of history, which means you can come into contact with many new and interesting secrets in the process." "I'm not interested in that." "What if it can cure your insomnia?" "Then..."
After a moment of hesitation, the girl slowly raised her head. "What did you say?" "Insomnia." The skinny man stared at the small notebook and read to her word by word: "'Dr. Bram of the town of Barvik once saved a patient who accidentally fused some indescribable organs during an expedition into prehistoric ruins. We investigated a lot of information and confirmed that he recovered under Dr. Bram's treatment..." "Although this happened more than 30 years ago, Pete Bram has long passed away." He closed the book and stared at the girl with his brown eyes. "But his son Dante Bram followed in his father's footsteps and also served as his doctor in the town of Barvik." Chapter 3 Gold Rush After seeing Darent off, Hitzfeld didn't even clean up the table and ran directly to the study on the third floor. Only there was a map of the area hung on the wall, and she couldn't wait to confirm where the town of Barvik was. "Dairent said it's in the center of the kingdom, a little to the northwest..." Under the map, Hitzfeld brought a stool to use as a footstool and examined the winding lines and place names intently. In fact, when she first saw this map, she had many doubts. This map only marked Sara and some fortresses and towns in the surrounding areas of Sara. All other countries could not be seen on the map. Everything around was shrouded in a layer of gray fog. Even the size of the ocean area in the lower right was unclear. When the lady was still alive, she did ask what this was about, and the answer she got was "this is protection." There is no other unnecessary explanation. Combined with what Xia Yibing once said, "Not every country has Xieyang stone carvings," Hitzfeld feels that the so-called "protection" may just be to prevent people from going abroad rashly. The bigger your vision is, the broader your heart will be. If we don't show the lower-class people what's on the map, and let them think that the outside world is full of barbarism and danger, wouldn't so many people not flee or commit suicide? Maybe this is another kind of plan to keep people ignorant. "Barvik Town... Found it!" Pressing his finger on the center of the map, Hitzfeld's eyes widened as he saw that it was a village located in a basin. It is on the left side of Wein Harbor and on the upper left side of Blackwood City. It is not very far away. If every train in Sara was as efficient as the Royal Autumn, it would only take two days to get to Barvik from here. Frowning slightly, she felt that reality might not be as good as she thought. Because Darent said that they would spend a whole week preparing, and he would definitely not have said that if it was so easy to go. This was originally a study room. Hitzfeld looked through a book about basic map data, found the entry for Buckville in alphabetical order, turned to the corresponding page, and saw the following text: [Barkerville, Gold Rush.]
[Buckville, located in the Midwest, is located in a mining basin. In the early years, there was no place suitable for living here. It was the mineral resources and the gold rush that made this place prosperous. The town of Buckville was directly built by gold diggers in 1940.] 1940 years. Hitzfeld noted the time. Earlier than the first outbreak of the Golem Curse, literally more than forty years ago. She opened the next book. [Barvik has experienced two booms in history. The first was in 1926 when copper mines were discovered, and a large number of people moved into the surrounding area to prepare for mining. But it was soon discovered that the mineral reserves were extremely scarce and might be exhausted within three years. After the resources were exhausted, Barvik was nothing more than the most desolate and barren basin. The mining company completely evacuated there in 1930, leaving behind only the simple houses they built and the ruins of the mine.]