"Do you think you can fool me with this little trick?" unexpectedly. Sixus was much smarter than she thought. "The more you tell me not to speak, the more I'll speak!" "The pure Aisun Hitzfeld~" "Aisun Hitzfeld is a pure nun~" How old are you... Hitzfeld rolled his eyes and blocked out everything the man said. The train had passed, and she was the first to cross two sections of railroad tracks and walk onto a country road accompanied by the warm breeze. Looking sideways, there is a green field under the blue sky.
There are thirteen or fourteen earthen-tile houses located beside a winding river, and a white stone church on a small hill in front. This place is quite beautiful. She pulled off the eye mask and wiped the sweat from her left eye socket, while standing there and looking at the scenery on the horizon. If Xia was here too... Call ~ The summer breeze blew her gray hair. Hitzfeld even closed his right eye, opened his arms, and gave a smile that stunned Sixus. Chapter 4: Shishiro and Cybertron Follow the ridge of the field and then climb up the hillside. This road is not particularly easy to walk on, especially since you have to step on a dozen stones to cross the river. If it were her last year, Hitzfeld estimated that she would have fallen into the river halfway. Now, although she was still a little out of breath, she still maintained good physical strength. At least now if she encountered any emergency, she would have no problem drawing her gun and fighting. Reality gave her the greatest affirmation. The delicious food and drinks and the results of her exercise during this period have gradually begun to show. So she felt that her step into the church was quite imposing. This was especially true after seeing that there were only four people inside. "Hello, Miss Hitzfeld." Hearing the footsteps, a man wearing a top hat and a small mustache stood up immediately, walked over two steps and bowed to her. He was undoubtedly very observant, and seeing that Hitzfeld had no intention of letting him kiss his hand, he naturally pressed his hand on his chest and stood up. "My name is Bill Klomo. You can call me Bill or Klomo. It's fine." Hitzfeld's eyes were fixed on the back, and she noticed that there was a man with gray hair and dressed in a white suit walking towards her.
"Please allow me to introduce you to..." "No thanks Bill." The white-haired old man waved his hand to stop him. "We are not in the city, and there are no outsiders. There is no need to hold those fancy ceremonies and make people laugh." Hitzfeld looked at him calmly as he walked up to him. "Do you know who I am?" The old man also looked at her. "Morrison Skye. Baron Skye." Hitzfeld replied without hesitation. "What makes you think I'm not Orki Skye? You're just a detective who has just opened an office for less than half a month. You're not even 18 years old. How could you think that the head of Skye Aviation would come to see you?" "Some things can't be imitated." Hitzfeld didn't care about his intimidation. "Besides, your voice is very hoarse. In addition, you have been wearing a turtleneck sweater to cover your neck in such hot weather. I can only suspect that you are trying to cover up something." Orki Skye is the apparent leader of the Skye family, but in fact everyone in this circle knows that he still has to act according to his father's wishes. His father was Morrison Skye, who was a heavy smoker when he was young. His lungs and trachea were damaged by smoking and he had surgery on his neck - all of this was explained in the information provided by Alfred. "It's not difficult to see these." The old man nodded, "But as a powerless detective, and a woman, it's not easy to stay calm after knowing everything." "That's enough, Dean Sixus." He turned to look at the loli next to him, "I was very angry when I heard that you were going to push a little girl to be in charge of my granddaughter's case, because I felt it was an insult to me." "But now - although I still insist that your choice was too hasty, at least I am willing to hear about your subsequent plans." After saying this, he sat down next to him with the help of the mustachioed servant. Does this mean that the "place" has been vacated for us? Hitzfeld looked forward and saw a man and a woman walking down the narrow aisle one after another. The man was... somewhat short, not even taller than her. He had gray hair similar to hers and looked very young. He was probably about 18 or 9 years old. He was wearing a very fluffy black cassock with a red cross-stole at the collar. The woman was not tall, only about a head taller than the man. She had grayish-pink hair, and she didn't know if it was dyed... She had a pretty face and was wearing a "real old conservative black nun's dress" that she had just heard from Sixus. From the sound of her feet, she was wearing thick-soled leather boots. what's the situation. Hitzfeld was a little dazed. This is... the person sent by the cult to investigate the Crystal Sea? Just two? Still so young? "I am Torres-Shishilo, a seventh-level priest." "She is Cybertron-Ghoul, a sixth-level priest." The white-haired young man spoke first with a pair of dead fish eyes.
"The Central Diocese sent us to form an expedition team with you. Why, are you alone?" "I just said I would consider it. I didn't know you were in such a hurry to form a team." Hitzfeld narrowed his one eye. Sixth-level priest, seventh-level priest... During this period of time, she has also read a lot of books and has learned that these levels do not necessarily correspond to strength, but they definitely correspond to corresponding authority. Priest, is that the name the cult uses to refer to the extraordinary people within it? If this level division is also divided into ten levels like the library, then those who can reach level seven, even if it does not necessarily correspond to their strength, will definitely not be weak. With the experience of Sixus (she was 100% sure that Sixus's appearance did not match his actual age), Hitzfeld would not underestimate their appearance. But even so. If there are only two of us... "Humph!" As if he saw through her doubts, or as if Hitzfeld was not the only one who had doubts, the young man Xishiluo snorted coldly and stomped his foot on the ground. A black and gray vortex spread out from the spot where he stepped, and everyone in the church was enveloped by the vortex. The walls and ceiling disappeared. It was as if I was pulled from reality into a dream in an instant. All I could see was the dense gray fog, and I could vaguely feel all kinds of malicious intent lurking around me. "This...this is!" The mustached servant was protecting Baron Skye, and even the latter couldn't help but have a look of surprise on his face. But he knew very well that the other party would not do anything to him, and after quickly regaining his composure, he immediately looked at the gray-haired girl, wanting to see what she was capable of. After turning his gaze over, he was stunned. "you……" Xixi Luo was also stunned. Because Hitzfeld was still standing on the church floor. Only a small piece though. But it stood there firmly, together with the light and shadow of the church behind it, as if mocking his arrogance. This scene left a deep impression on everyone. It's like—— When everything falls into the dream of gray fog. She is awake.
When all things are sinking and withering in the whirlpool. She is fine. She is like a lonely traveler. Standing. Walking. Time lost its meaning under her feet. It doesn't fit in with this world. Of course, this feeling only lasted for a moment. The next moment, the pink-haired nun opened her mouth and sucked hard— call out-- All the gray fog. Mist. Contains malicious visions. It was like materialized smoke that she inhaled into her stomach. "Burp~" She burped. Then, he looked a little hesitant and pointed his finger at someone else under the gaze of others. "that……" "I think……" "We should talk about the Crystal Sea..." Chapter 5 The Culprit "I agree!" The first person to speak was Baron Skye. The other two groups of four people turned their eyes to him at the same time, but he remained calm: "Since you have all proven your abilities, at least proved that you can protect yourself in the eternal night, it would be too rude to say anything about trust or not..." Hitzfeld raised his right eyebrow. She didn't understand. Because she was actually just standing there and didn't do anything, but it seemed like everyone else had already concluded that she was "also very good." Is this what happened in the nightmare just now? Is it behind me?
What was behind me? "Bill." "master." "Open the box." "Okay, sir."