That’s what her wife said at the time.

“She wouldn’t be so reckless… I think there must be some clues that have not been discovered. The secret-keeper system she established at the beginning, our Hitzfeld family must have some undiscovered mission.”

“She said I was ‘the key’.”

“Then I have to go through that door and take a look.”

Aisuen is getting a little too obsessed.

To be fair, Xia Yibing was already tired of these stories about gods.

She wasn’t cowardly, she just felt a little tired.

The days of being a God were not any more relaxing and comfortable than the twenty years she had spent as a human being before that, and she felt no pleasure from it.

If possible, she would rather she and her wife were ordinary people. They don’t even need much money. Even if the whole family squeezed into the house at No. 221 and supported themselves by taking on cases, they would be much happier than they are now.

But, who made her Aisuen?

My salvation.

My angel.

There is absolutely no reason for me not to follow the path you have chosen…so of course she fully supports Hitzfeld and wants to take a big gamble with her.

It was really a gamble because it was different from any previous action.

In most cases, they have clues, and even if they can’t solve the case, they have a way out.

Even during Elsa’s dangerous journey, or when she was later pulled into Lana’s dream, the situation was generally under control.

Only this time.

It is not just their own determination and hard work that determines whether they can succeed.

Luck is also needed.

I hope Amen Harwin really has some tricks up his sleeve…

That’s all I can think of now.

“I am only worried about one thing now. That is, with our failure, that thing will wake up completely, and the dream of this world will be shattered. Even the dream will no longer exist…”

…Can we not say such unlucky words?

Smacking her lips, Xia Yibing didn’t care whether the beach was dirty or not. She just sat down, spread her legs, and hugged her two beloved ones, one big and one small, in her arms.

“We will definitely win.” She hugged the person tightly, “So don’t say those things…”

Hitzfeld was amused by her.

Do you still think my words are a bad omen?

Do you know that your statement is a typical flag?

But it’s hard to avoid being nervous.

After all, what they have to face is too high a level compared to what they can understand…

Sometimes I wonder, is the truth really that important?

On one side is the cruel and ruthless reality, on the other side is the sweet and intoxicating dream.

If we let ordinary people choose, which one is better?

After knowing the truth, she did think about this question many times. But every time she would come to the same answer – no matter how cruel the reality is, it is better than a dream, and no matter how cruel the truth is, it is better than an illusion.

No reason.

There is no reason.

Hitzfeld didn’t want to talk about those big truths, nor did he want to list the names of people who had said goodbye along the way to explain the necessity of his understanding.

Just because she was a detective before she became the goddess of shadow night.

——She, Aisun Hitzfeld, is a detective.

So for a detective, is there anything more important than the truth?

No.

Not anymore.

……

Before they knew it, it was getting dark, and the night covered the three of them with a veil.

Emily slept in a daze all the way, and even after returning to Hitzfell Manor and being put into the crib by her mother, she still did not wake up.

The two men kissed her on both cheeks in turn, took out the written letter and placed it beside the pillow, looked at each other, opened the wardrobe and started to change into “old clothes”.

Hitzfeld chose a fitted black maxi dress that fell to her ankles.

There are also some miscellaneous items such as leather shoes, white silk stockings, black hairbands, eye masks, etc.

Xia Yibing chose an old-fashioned long trench coat, also in black. The leather material was slightly reflective. She wore slim shorts and black stockings underneath, with a pair of high-top boots.

They let down their tied-up hair, and Hitzfeld sat in front of the mirror to comb and braid her hair again, leaving a small braid on the left cheek.

Xia Yibing tied her hair into a high ponytail, and paired it with a stand-up collar on her windbreaker, giving off an aura of solemnity.

Everything was almost ready, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

“This is what we wore when we first met.”

“That’s right~”

“Let’s end where we started.”

“I think this is also a kind of retro style~”

They were not stupid enough to not make any changes to their equipment. In addition to these things, they also took the rusty sword of Ahoin, the dragon horn shed by the dragon girl Osena, and those pages of books whose meanings they still could not understand.

“What a pity, even the instructor doesn’t know what this character is.”

Hitzfeld stared at the pages one last time before stuffing them into his chest.

The bad thing about old-fashioned skirts is that there is no place to put things on the body.

She always felt that there was some key information hidden in the pages of the book, but even the divine eyes could not decipher them, and all language logic was invalid for them.

Incomprehensible.

Unable to decipher.

I can only take it like this for the time being.

He tiptoed out of the room and asked Walnut to look after Emily. The two of them went to find the Blood Crystal Crow with mixed feelings.

Since waking up, the Blood Crystal Crow has been staying in the attic with the Black Owl and other birds.

The black owl is undoubtedly the most psychic bird. It was very wary of the arrival of the crows and kept hiding in the corner, not daring to make a sound. Only two owls could not see the situation clearly and came up and wanted to have some affection with their “new companions”.

As for the results… they were already lying listlessly in the cage, and it looked like a lot of blood and energy had been sucked out of them.

“You shouldn’t have come.”

Crow had been looking out the window and spoke directly after hearing the footsteps.

“I know what you want to say, but I refuse.”

“Everyone is more qualified than me… I am the only one here who is least qualified to face that thing.”

“But you are the only one who has the deepest connection with Him.”

Hitzfeld’s words forced her to turn around.

“Am I wrong?”

“Does the dignified King of Blood Origin have to deceive himself in order to survive?”

“Don’t you want this opportunity?”

As long as you master the skills, it doesn’t take much time to convince someone.

Especially when the other party already has that intention and is unwilling but is just too embarrassed to ask for help.

“Your outfit… does have a bit of a classic feel and flavor.”

“That’s because the earth is developing too fast.”

Chatting along the way, they disappeared into the shadows and arrived at the palace courtyard, where they saw Alwyn sitting alone on the swing waiting.

“You…you are finally here?”

When Alvin saw them, he smiled at first, then noticed their clothes, and his smile gradually faded.

Retro… Although she wasn’t sure how the two of them dressed in the early years, she certainly understood why they dressed like that.

If I fail, I will just sink into the past…?

A feeling of desolation, mixed with strong resentment and unwillingness.

Elwin hated herself for not being able to help, even though she was the legitimate heir!

“You’ll be a great help if you can get us there, Alvin.”

The two men gently walked forward and hugged her.

Hitzfeld whispered something in her ear as they hugged her. The queen was stunned at first, then her face immediately turned red.

They went upstairs to the bedroom without encountering any obstacles.

This had been arranged long ago. Alvin drank the potion and lay down on the bed as planned. The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Before leaving, Hitzfeld suddenly hesitated.

She maintained her stiff posture, half turned around, looked back at the world, and saw thousands of lights twinkling in the night.

Ethan Heidegger dragged his tired body back to the base. He had just finished his overseas mission. He returned home, washed his hands, and began to prepare dinner. He hummed a song while doing it, and looked at the rose he brought back with a red face.

Leon Cornerell was staying up late to study the essentials of being a father, while Baliu was sitting in a rocking chair knitting a sweater. The two of them, one big and one small, her shadow overlapped with her husband’s, swaying on the wall with the candlelight.

Zafira just received a special letter, and the envelope was actually pink… His colleagues around him were laughing and cheering for him, but he rarely did not put on a deadpan face, and stuffed the letter into his arms with a wry smile.

Maps-Dalent was sleeping soundly in the cabin on the way back. Lying next to him should be his new partner. He tossed and turned because of the wooden man’s snoring, but he would rather endure the torture than wake him up.

Conte Sixus and Luciel Drayeman are receiving a duo of priests brought by Ashley, whom she helped to introduce – in order to study the mystery of the short lifespan of the nightmare monster.

Besides that, there are the annual rings… the Derel brothers and sisters… the Time Dragon brothers… Arles-Tiran…

Faces jumped before my eyes one after another, and in the end they turned into Mu Ke, the lady, Helen and the doctor, Ferdinand, Casimir, Count Candy, and the Golden Knight Dai Lin…

“Aisun?”

“I’ll come right away.”

With one last smile to the world, Aisuen Hitzfeld took out a small mirror and tidied his appearance, just as his wife had taught him.

Then look no further.

Lift your foot and step into that lightless dream.

Chapter 59: The Mysterious Door (Two in One)

Coming to the Temple of Sacrifice again, everyone’s feelings were completely different from last time.

Only Lika-Haven, maintaining the appearance of a green mist skeleton, came closer, and her tone finally sounded a little impatient.

“I actually wanted to say this last time… You should just do what I say!”

The person who made the decision last time was Hitzfeld.

She broke into the prison hall and walked to the center of the prison hall. There she had an “intimate exchange” with the Book of the Past and the Future, but she obviously did not directly engrave her name on it with her own blood, otherwise, in Lika’s opinion, her mission would have ended.

“Are you sure that what you insist on is right?” Hitzfeld stared at the undead fire in her eyes, his tone meaningful.

“Oh…” The skeleton’s upper and lower jaws opened and closed a few times. “What you said… sounds like you found a more reliable guide outside than me…”

“But it is true.” Hitzfeld admitted directly, “We also found out how you died, including your elder Lemon Harwin, and all the truth behind your death.”

“Then how did I die?” The Skeleton’s tone began to become unfriendly. She felt that this young man from another family was somewhat lacking in courtesy.

“You were killed by a guy named ‘Xunet Harry’.” Xia Yibing was too lazy to waste time on the undead, not to mention that they had already figured out that most of the information provided by the other party was likely wrong.

“She can perform shapeshifting and can transform into the person you are closest to, trust, and know best… She possesses the abilities of both the Blood King and the Gray Mist Evil God. She can also tamper with your cognition. Your memories may all be fake.”