"He got..." At this point Villefort paused. "how do you know?" He slowly raised his head and stared at the girl, questioning her word by word. "Because Dean Ferdinand couldn't have written to you to ask for this." Hitzfeld looked at him calmly, "Otherwise, it doesn't make sense that he would write to you to ask for this, but not directly to me... The situation here is very clear, he asked you to do this face to face, and just now in the trial they asked where you have been these days, and I heard that one of the addresses is exactly the same as the one written here..." She shook the copy. "Combined with the fact that the dean has not been to class since last Friday, I would certainly suspect that he is sick, and Mr. Villefort is visiting him as a friend..." "Okay, stop talking, Hitzfeld..." Villefort hastily restrained her. "I heard about you... You are Lilith's student... Very good... Very good... But don't talk nonsense about some things. I have nothing to do with that guy a long time ago."
"Okay, that's it." "As for his illness, if you plan to go, you can just ask him directly. I won't say more. See you next time." Villefort hurriedly ended the conversation, picked up the briefcase beside him, pushed the door and left. Maybe people are not as cold-blooded as they appear. Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows. but. Ferdinand... has something to discuss with her? Considering that he gave her an open class, does this prove that she passed some kind of assessment and he intends to reveal some ideas to her? This matter is very important! Because she was basically certain that Ferdinand had asked her to be his assistant in order to complete a certain plan. Regardless of what the plan was or how likely it was to succeed, this invitation meant that Hitzfeld was very close to touching the truth. So of course she had to go. At that time, you can notify Xia Yibing alone and ask her to wait outside in case she encounters any accidents inside. After returning home, Hitzfeld took off his shoes and ran on the wooden board wearing only his socks, and slammed himself into the sofa in a very indecent posture. This is a new sofa - the old one was contaminated by poison powder, so Shadow Lion replaced it for her as compensation. Tired from running all day, she just lay there, crossed her legs and massaged the soreness with her hands. Until she saw a package on the coffee table. I picked it up and saw a line of words written on the package. [That's all I could find.] [I am dying without tonkatsu. Please, come back soon.]
Hitzfeld just laughed. "It's not like I didn't teach you how to fry..." She shook her head and smiled, opened the package, took out about 13 or 4 notebooks, pulled out one and started reading. Chapter 35: Nourishing Incense The lady left a lot of notes. Hitzfeld speculated that this might be because his wife had been working as a clerk in the early years and therefore had more time than ordinary agents. She was later promoted to instructor, and usually stayed in Wayne Port to train new students, so she had a lot of time to write. The most important thing is that she has lived a peaceful life for decades after retirement, and with all the notes and manuscripts she has left over from her retirement, it would not be a problem for her to open a small literary studio with just these things. So it was really rare for Darent to send her a total of 14 notebook manuscripts in a short period of time as requested in her letter. It would take more than just a few days to read them all, and Hitzfeld strongly suspected that he had asked Walnut for help. After all, Walnut doesn't need to sleep and rest. And, most importantly. Walnut is always happy. "First, the first one..." Hitzfeld opened the first book and began to read it carefully. She read it very carefully to make sure she didn't miss any information. After about an hour, she closed the book and threw it aside, basically ruling out its use. Find a group of blue-striped hornets and keep them in a container with a large inner and small mouth. Then, crush the queen bee to death in front of them to anger them. Then, put your hand through the mouth of the container to ensure that all the blue-striped hornets can sting you... Hitzfeld felt that this article, "On the Stimulating Spiritual Healing Effects of Blue-striped Hornet Venom on Supernatural Beings," must have been written after his wife retired... and it must have been written when she was most bored after retirement. Otherwise, who in their right mind would study these things? She did know about the blue-striped hornet - that was when she first started learning languages. Because language learning is rather boring in most cases, in order to increase the interest in the learning process, her wife specially compiled some books about animals and insects for her to read. This kind of bee is very large, and unlike ordinary bees, its body is covered with blue and black stripes. The toxin secreted by its sting is highly toxic. Although a single sting is not fatal to ordinary people, the strong hallucinations it causes may cause people to jump into the sea, fall off a cliff, run to the street to hit a car, or shoot themselves. Also because its toxin has a strong hallucinogenic effect, the threat to extraordinary people will be greatly reduced. Instead, it can be used to make secret medicine to help extraordinary people enter the dream world faster. Each use can indeed strengthen the spiritual power extremely slightly - if you can endure it, your willpower will certainly be strengthened - but the side effect is that the hallucination effects will gradually accumulate. Many manuscripts mentioned that even extraordinary people cannot use it more than 10 times. Hitzfeld remembered that the book mentioned that this kind of bee was very gentle in nature, and would not sting people even if they just stroked its wings in their hands. The secret medicine was made by extracting the venom sacs. He never expected that the lady would be so cruel. But it is true that this method is faster than the tedious process of removing the poison sac. The number of hornets in the container can be gradually increased to control the dosage. However, if the toxin is injected into the blood vessels without controlled dilution, it will cause a certain burden on the heart and brain. The notebook contains the lady's hand-drawn diagrams, which record the results of injecting different doses of bee venom into different animals. Hitzfeld gave up the idea as soon as he saw the first picture: there was a picture of a little squirrel with its four legs facing the sky, and a note from his wife next to it: "The spiritual power of the golden squirrel is too low, and it may die even with the lowest dose." “…” This won’t work, so keep reading.
As time passed, Hitzfeld forgot about hunger and thirst, and fatigue, and his entire mind was occupied by the lines of characters. When she came to her senses, she found that the clock was almost 4 . A strong feeling of hunger came from her stomach, so she quickly went to the kitchen to find some bread. Without taking the time to heat it up, she directly poured a glass of milk and tore the bread to eat while soaking it in the milk. After eating, I finally felt better. When she returned to the living room, she noticed a problem. The light is on. There was a note on the coffee table, and the person who left it warned her not to stay up too late. Just by looking at the graceful and sharp gestures, Hitzfeld could guess who the author was. "It's time to take some time to tell Xia about insomnia." She sat back on the sofa, thinking synchronously in her mind. After all, insomnia was no longer a secret to many people in Wayne. As her "best friend", there was no reason for Xia Yibing to keep this a secret from her. The next day, Thursday. The battlefield of study has moved to the bedroom. Hitzfeld draws the curtains to let in the early morning sunlight. Then I looked down at the results of a day and a night's work - an almost full new notebook, and a faint sense of pride welled up in my heart. She decided immediately: to continue to eat breakfast outside today and replace the frosted bread with sausage bread. This has nothing to do with complacency, it's just a little trick to control yourself. Many people have poor self-control and don’t want to study unless someone whips them. Hitzfeld actually felt the same way at first. Her solution is to divide one thing into small goals at different stages. Every time she completes a small goal, she will do something good to reward herself. The benefit can be delicious. It could be playing a game. It can be a water group. It could also be—— Anyway, she has developed this habit, and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. After greeting some familiar faces as usual, Hitzfeld walked out of the bakery with a large piece of fragrant and hot sausage bread, still thinking about the contents of the record in his mind. Yes, she found that way. Most of the notes are of little use to her now, because many of the methods in them belong to "poison treatment", either bees, spiders, insects or jellyfish. With her current spiritual power not much stronger than that of a golden squirrel, if she rashly tried these experiments, she would be courting death.
But it also records another method of improving spiritual awareness, which is indeed related to incense making. Nourishing incense. Not only is there only one word difference between it and the wake-up incense, but even the production methods are very similar. Strictly speaking, the incense that awakens the mind is the main ingredient for making the incense that nourishes the mind. First, wake up the mind and stimulate the spirit. Then, use the remaining fragrance to nourish the mind. Breathing in the fragrance for a long time can steadily improve the spirit. But it is impossible for her to make the refreshing incense now. Not to mention the lack of materials, even if ten portions of materials were placed in front of her, she was not sure she could mix them successfully. So if you want to get the refreshing incense, there is only one channel in the short term. Hitzfeld was already planning when to go to the Dream Corridor again. Thinking of the Dream Corridor, Hitzfeld frowned slightly. She seemed to have a subconscious feeling that some clues had been overlooked. "Good morning, Miss Hitzfeld." When they were almost at the intersection, the newsstand owner, Philly, greeted her warmly. "Another frosted bun... It seems Miss Hitzfeld really likes sweets." "you guessed wrong." Hitzfeld was in a good mood and was willing to chat with him for a few more words. “This is sausage bread.” "Really?" Fili stared in surprise, "I thought it was... they look so similar!" It's quite similar. Hitzfeld grinned. The breads sold in bakery shops are different only in fillings, but they look exactly the same... and many more. Exactly the same? Hitzfeld stopped biting the bread, and his whole body was frozen as if under a spell. "Um, Miss Hitzfeld…?" Fili stuck his head out and looked out. I was afraid that I had said something wrong and made the girl unhappy. "Nothing, I just suddenly figured out something."
Hitzfeld came to his senses and bowed to him formally. "Thank you, Mr. Feeley." "You saved me a lot of time." Chapter 36 New Suspect Passing by the man with a head full of “???”, Hitzfeld turned and went upstairs.