and many more…… Hitzfeld began to sweat all over. This...wait a minute... Oh shit…… It couldn't be what she thought... Chapter 30 Vitality “We have to find a way to save ourselves.” Despite this situation, the doctor remained calm. "They left in a hurry and didn't take my box with them... They didn't know Helen was hiding in one of the boxes. If she saw us being taken hostage through the gap, she would definitely follow us, but she might not be able to find this secret cave." After saying this, he stared straight at Hitzfeld, his intentions were obvious.
I have finished talking about my backhand. What about you? I tm—— Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched. "I only tied your wrists and ankles." The doctor continued to look at her expectantly. "I think detectives always have a lot of little secrets... You really don't have any countermeasures?" Maybe, but they are things that require hands and feet to use... Hitzfeld said nothing. If she really wanted to counter it, she only had the shooting skills that were "gifted" to her left eye. But her Plankton was in her hand when she was knocked unconscious, and it might have fallen on the riverbank. Now she has no weapons at all. How can she counterattack? It's impossible that I'm glaring at people with my eyes, right? Oh...wait a minute. Hitzfeld suddenly remembered. If we really want to talk about countermeasures, there is indeed one. It was the fake ring that she had bought at a high price from the Pfister Jewelry Shop. It must be admitted that there are some differences between this ring and the real blood-patterned gold magic ring. The ring was thicker and fuller, with fewer blood-gold veins on its surface, and the red light it emitted was purer. But that didn't matter... Look where they were - in this dark environment, as long as there was a little light to roughly see the outline of the ring, Hitzfeld would be able to make Horus mistake it for the Ring. Moreover, Horus and Jonah never held the ring. It has been so many years since Furken fell off the cliff. Even if they were allowed to observe the ring closely, they might not be able to recognize that it was a fake. “…This is excellent news.”
After listening to the girl's explanation, Bram was cheered up. "Horus has lived long enough... Even if Jonah doesn't think so, we can induce him to think so." "Plus, this place is very close to the source of the curse. Any tiny evil thoughts will be magnified. They are likely to fight for this ring first." "But I have a question." At this point, Bram's face looked a little strange. "You got this ring in advance. Did you plan to target them a long time ago?" "Only some of them are..." Hitzfeld shook his head coldly. It is not ruled out that she has this idea, because indeed... ever since she realized that Horus and Jonah were pirate father and son, she has been extremely wary of them. Fortunately, she didn't need to sleep and had her assistant Darent squatting next door, otherwise she wouldn't dare to stay at home at all and would have to follow Fister's example and stay in a hotel in town. But at that time, her main suspicion was still the doctor. She prepared this ring just in case. If the doctor didn't have the ring, she might be able to use it to fool people, or even to buy time in a critical moment. “Good news is good news.” Beside him, Darent rolled over and faced over, startling both Hitzfeld and Bram. It turned out that he had woken up a long time ago. "…How are we supposed to get the ring?" "..." Hitzfeld was silent. "Hitzfeld?" Darent persisted. "It's on my... chest." After a long while, the girl's whisper was heard from the other side. "..." "..." The doctor and Darent were also silent. They certainly understood what she meant. How to get this? "I'm afraid it will attract too much attention if I wear it on my hand."
Hitzfeld argued. "It's because these skirts have almost no pockets...!" Her whole body was about to break apart. Finally there is a glimmer of hope, but if the price is someone offending me, this - "Maybe I can help with this." In the darkness, opposite to Hitzfeld, there was movement coming from a completely dark gap that was so dark that no one could make out anything. This voice is... "Helen...?" Bram called out the identity of the person. "It's me, Bram." Helen said in a soft voice. "I was here just as Miss Hitzfeld woke up." "I'll come out now and get the ring for Miss Hitzfeld." There was a rustling noise. In the dim light, Hitzfeld saw a dirty, barefoot brown-haired girl squeeze out of the gap. She even tore her long skirt into a short skirt for ease of movement. Helen took a breath, walked over to Hitzfeld, squatted down, and put her cold hand into her clothes. She was very particular about what she did, knowing how to take care of the girl and using her body to block all male gazes. The ring is pretty easy to find. In order to facilitate quick removal at the critical moment, Hitzfeld passed a thin rope on it, touched the thin rope along his chest and pulled it gently, and a circular ring reflecting gold and red light was pulled out. Helen took out a knife and cut the rope, taking the ring completely and thoroughly. "Next..." She looked at Bram first, crouched down next to the doctor, and began to cut the ropes that bound him with a knife. This is not an easy job. The ropes were tied in several layers and were very thick. She couldn't even cut the first rope. With a frown on his face, Hitzfeld saw the fire on the distant wall flickering. A vague, inhuman shadow stood up and was approaching this side little by little. She didn't dare to speak anymore. He turned over and tapped the ground with his boots to attract Helen Blum's attention.
Helen also saw the distorted shadow. She immediately lowered her head to avoid seeing its full view unexpectedly, and then quickly slipped back into the gap where she had started. The footsteps were getting closer. It was Jonah. He looked at the four people on the ground with a playful look, shook his head, and said nothing. He picked up Darent with his left hand and pinched Hitzfeld's bound wrists with his right hand, trying to drag them both towards the fire. "Mr. Big Piggy." Hitzfeld said suddenly. Jonah paused. "What did you call me...?" You are the first offspring born by two old pigs, Horus and Furcon, so you are a big piglet. Hitzfeld was secretly complaining. She accidentally read out the nickname she had given herself in private. "Your father used an evil ritual to transfer the curse to his descendants, using multiple descendants to share the impact of the curse. Did he ever tell you about this?" Hitzfeld tried his best to endure the pain in his arms, lowered his head and focused on talking. "...you want to drive a wedge between me and Horus." Jonah stood there thinking for a long time before he almost understood the meaning of her words. "I advise you not to think too much." He started walking again. "He certainly never told you how to perform this ritual." Hitzfeld interrupted. "This is not a power that pirates can master." "If I'm not mistaken, he must have a file that records many evil spells." "But he never allowed you to touch it." "How do you know he won't tamper with the ritual and transfer the vitality of his offspring to himself?" "..." Jonah paused again. Hitzfeld was very worried.
That's right. She just knew that there was such a scroll, but she was not sure whether it really recorded the magic she described. But she had to gamble. Bet that both father and son are real villains. Chapter 31 Wooden Man