"What's the use of the ship card?" Rico stretched out his hand towards Hesta, "Where is your ship card? Can you show me?"
Hesta took the card out of her coat pocket, "Don't you have one?"
"I don't have a ferry ticket at all... I came here with a special approval from Ahgas. I don't have anything you received..." Rico saw the number in the corner of the card at a glance, "You are No. 0, you are No. 0." One…no, first than the first.”
"...Besides this number, there seems to be no other valid information."
Rico carefully checked the front and back of Hesta's ship card. "Does that mean that this number must have some special purpose?"
"what?"
The two fell into silence.
After a while, Li Ge spoke first: "If you have no other plans for the time being, can you leave the ship card here first?"
"Okay, what do you want to do?"
"I didn't think about it," Li Ge fiddled with the card, and it immediately spun rapidly on Li Ge's fingertips like a top. "When Si Lei comes back in the evening, I will take it out to find inspiration."
…
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Rico pushed Hesta out for a walk. Although Meyer expressed her hope to meet with Hestad in a previous phone call, she has not yet informed the specific time and place of the meeting.
Hesta was not prepared to wait any longer. For safety reasons, she had not planned to meet anyone after six o'clock. What's more, today's day was particularly long and she was already feeling tired.
Now go out and enjoy the sea breeze, then go back to your room to eat, read a book until eight o'clock, then wash up... A fulfilling day is over.
On the way to the front observation deck, the two met Agnes who was alone at a distance - she apparently also saw Hesta, so she immediately left in the other direction with disgust.
"What's going on with these sisters..."
"It seems that Meyer didn't tell her sister about her appointment with me." Hesta said softly. She looked at Agnes's back curiously, "What do you think of this person?"
"You mean Agnes?"
"Um."
"Don't think about this kind of problem anymore," Li Ge said with a smile, "No one will appreciate what you do. It's enough once or twice. Over time, it's easy to get yourself involved."
"But she reminds me of someone...Have I told you?" Hesta raised her head and her eyes just met Rico's chin, "When I was at St. Anne's Convent, there were two nuns who took care of me. "
"Some impressions, one stern, one kind?"
"Yes, the stern one is Miss Gerding...she confused me when I first entered the convent."
"How to say?"
"At first I felt that she was always deliberately making things difficult for me, for various reasons, such as other children having days off, but Miss Gerding always found some heavy work for me on days off... and she wouldn't let me see her. Outsiders, I am not allowed to participate in any adoption ceremony, and every time I make a mistake, I have to starve because I will be put in a solitary room and cannot eat with everyone."
"...Poor little one," Li Ge looked down at her, "...I also did a lot of heavy work when I was a child, but my family has never been hungry."
"Yeah, it's so uncomfortable to be hungry...but the children in the monastery are all envious of me."
"...Really, why do I envy you?"
"I'm envious of all the attention I got from Miss Gerding," Hesta said softly. "Bad attention is better than no attention, and because she was so harsh on me, Dean Alma—that is, Another nun in the convent - always trying to give me some extra care, like allowing me to go to her living room whenever I wanted... and so on."
"But why did that nun do that to you?" Rico asked, "Does she hate you?"
"I asked Dean Irma the same question and she said 'On the contrary, because she loves you'."
"Ha, if I love a child, I won't let her starve."
"But what if you feel that this child has gone astray, even to the point of terminal illness?"
"...I can't imagine that situation. Do you want to say that she is actually doing it 'for your own good'? But how do you know if she is really doing it for your own good or simply enjoying the process of torturing others -"
"Because she saved me," Hesta lowered her eyes, "and to be fair, she was very polite to me when I wasn't causing trouble."
"...Then she thinks you've gone astray?"
"A lot," Hestad said, recalling. "She tried to teach me a lot of things at that time...but I didn't learn them. Maybe I just didn't want to learn them."
Rico laughed out loud, "Well, I won't look good if the students are too stupid."
"... Last night when Agnes was preaching to us in a serious manner, I felt that the scene was very familiar - every word she said was so ridiculous, but also sincere... After thinking about it, no wonder it was familiar, but it must be familiar. What? Look at the way she came to us to quarrel at noon, does she look like an old hen? "
"Indeed, she seems to be very protective of her sister... But if she is really doing it for Meyer, why would she hang out with someone like Robbeglier?"
Hesta pondered for a moment, "...Maybe our definition of 'good' is different."
"You should say these words in front of her," Rico said softly, "then she won't glare at you so fiercely at noon today."
Hesta smiled, "It doesn't matter..."
The sea breeze blew from directly in front of the two of them, and the boundary between night and dusk was slowly moving above their heads. The dark golden flowing clouds in the distant sky changed their shapes with the wind, casting gorgeous light and shadow on the sea.
The two were sitting and chatting as before, until there was a noise behind them. When they turned around, they saw Meyer standing not far away. She had changed into a dark blue large pullover and was looking at them cautiously.
Hesta and Rico turned around and left calmly - this area was too empty and obviously not suitable for any conversation. The three of them kept their distance and moved in the same direction until they came to a secluded corner.
Meyer finally followed up, her face slightly red, "I originally wanted to—"
"Have you received the weapons?" Hesta asked.
"Got it."
"show me."
Meyer immediately took out the pistol from her waist - a holster hung directly in front of her body, and the fat jumper was used to cover it.
Hestad was in a daze for a moment. It was a silver Beretta 92 pistol.
"I'm not on night patrol," Meyer whispered, "so all I have is this and two replacement magazines."
"Will it work?"
"Of course we will, we have all practiced..."
Hesta took the gun: "...not loaded?"
"You have to carry it with you at ordinary times and don't load it. If you accidentally touch the trigger——"
Before Meyer finished speaking, Hestad had already turned off the safety of the pistol, and the hammer made a crisp "click" sound.
"...The holster is used to prevent this." Hestad handed the pistol back to Meyer's hand. "At the critical moment, one second of loading time can determine the outcome."
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