Night World Players

Chapter 30 Miss Hiltina is such a good person
"A very special girl?"

The blonde girl's hand holding the cup paused in mid-air.

"Is that girl pretty? What's her name?"

"Well, her name is Xiltina. I'm not sure if this is her real name, but based on Xiltina's personality, she probably doesn't like to use a pseudonym."

Amy's hand trembled, and the ice tea in the cup almost spilled out.

"Can you tell me your story with her?"

Luster nodded. "I first met her at the hotel where I worked. She disguised herself at the time, but I knew every guest who visited the hotel during that time period, so I still noticed something was wrong."

"So, I used the excuse of accompanying her to drink to test her..."

……

The wind blowing across the hillside is very gentle.

The slanting afternoon sunlight shines through the leaves on the treetops, casting mottled shadows.

Rast was lying on the grass and talking, while the blonde girl was sitting beside him and listening.

She was indeed a good listener. When Last started talking, she would listen carefully, nodding and asking questions from time to time, never being perfunctory.

The quiet time filled with golden colors passed by quietly.

"Then, Hiltina pulled me out of the icy water."

"She held me as I drifted in the sea, avoiding the shock waves after the series of explosions, and she didn't let go until everything was over."

Last smiled and said, "To be honest, when Hiltina came to save me at first, I was quite dissatisfied because it disrupted my plan..."

"Everything that happened before this was within my plan. I know every detail and every time point in Deep Blue Harbor, and nothing will slip out of my control."

"But after that, everything was beyond my control and rushed in a direction that no one could predict."

"Fortunately, the final outcome was not bad."

"Yeah... Fortunately." Amys blinked, with a hint of fear still lingering in her sky-blue eyes.

It was as if she herself was there, trapped on the watchtower by the tide of the Iron Cross, with no way up to the sky and no door to the earth.

"But... Miss Hiltina is really a good person."

"Oh?" Rast raised his head: "Why?"

When Amis first heard the name of Hiltina, she still had some inexplicable hostility towards her.

But as Rast finished telling the story of himself and Hiltina, the vigilance and caution in the blonde girl's eyes dissipated a lot.

"It may seem a bit selfish to say this... But I am really grateful to Miss Hiltina."

"If it weren't for her, then you, Rast, would have been left in Deep Blue Harbor again, trapped in that long time loop."

The blonde girl's sky-blue eyes sparkled.

"Although it seems like just a dream to me, you also said that everything in that Deep Blue Harbor is the same as the real world to you."

"You may even actually spend more time there than you did in Canaan."

Amys sighed softly and looked at Luster helplessly: "Luster, you have been like this since you were a child. You never know how to cherish yourself."

"But I can't follow you to the other world you're going to... I can't be with you and watch over you to stop you from messing around and ruining yourself."

She blinked and said, "It's a good thing, Rust, you met Miss Hiltina."

"From your story, Miss Hiltina seems to be a very reliable and trustworthy person..."

"As long as she is here, even in that world where I'm not here, you, Rast, will not be left unattended." Rast couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Amys's words sounded as if he was a burden that needed to be taken care of.

"It's a pity that I can't meet Miss Hiltina. Otherwise, I would definitely bring a homemade apple pie as a gift and ask her to take good care of you in the future."

"Ah, is it this time already?"

As she spoke, Amys seemed to notice the sky gradually approaching dusk and stood up quickly.

"It's time for dinner, and I cooked some porridge in advance..."

……

The two of them walked down the hillside that was dyed red by the setting sun, stepping on the fallen leaves and weeds.

The way down the mountain was occasionally blocked by a small stream, so Amys lifted her white skirt, held Rast's hand, and crossed the river on the round, soft stones in the stream.

Soon, the border town with a white windmill located at the foot of the mountains came into view.

Last and Amys walked on the gravel path, looking at the smoke rising from every household in the town in the distance. They felt their hearts gradually calm down, and they broke free from the tense state they had in Deep Blue Harbor before.

Blood and fire in the port, evil gods, pollution, the pursuit and interception of the Iron Cross...

Everything that I experienced in Deep Blue Harbor not long ago seemed to become infinitely distant and no longer important.

They soon entered the town. Along the way, townspeople would occasionally stop what they were doing to greet the two of them, and Amys would hold Rast's hand and politely respond one by one.

Last looked at the scenery in the town and the peaceful-looking townspeople. He felt that it was quite cordial and familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he could not remember the details clearly.

The two of them stopped in front of a wooden house.

The decoration inside the wooden house is very simple, but it is kept very clean and exudes a unique warmth.

In the kitchen, in a copper pot, overcooked porridge was bubbling.

"Ah, luckily I made it in time."

Amys hurried over, picked up the porridge, and started busying herself in the kitchen.

Bacon, bean pie, pudding, lean meat porridge, black bread with cheese...all kinds of dishes appeared on the table in front of Rast.

Looking at the blonde girl busy in the kitchen and the simple but neatly arranged furniture in the room, the familiar yet strange feeling of confusion in Last's mind instantly intensified.

His memory has always been flawed.

To use the words from a famous detective novel in Rast's previous life, human memory is like a small attic, and when the attic is full, once new things come in, they will replace the old things.

Of course, most people could not learn or memorize enough in their entire lives to fill that little attic, but Rast was an exception.

He has experienced tens of thousands of cycles in Deep Blue Harbor for hundreds of years, which is equivalent to several lifetimes for an ordinary person.

Such numerous complicated memories and experiences were enough to fill up the attic of his mind, making his memory become damaged and even difficult to maintain the normal functioning of his mind, leading to the collapse of his personality.

The reason why Last can still maintain normal thinking is because he learned mental suggestion and self-hypnosis in the cycle of Deep Blue Harbor.

He used self-suggestion to force himself to forget most of the useless memories in the loop and only retain the useful information.

However, before he learned mental suggestion and was able to organize the fragments of memory in the attic of his mind in an orderly manner... some memories had already been forgotten by him.

Or rather, they are not completely forgotten, they are just lost in the deep corner of the memory attic, and can never be found again. One can only sense a slight sense of familiarity at some inadvertent moment.

Just like my experience before entering Deep Blue Harbor.

For example, this border town called Canaan, and the blonde girl in front of you named Amis.

(End of this chapter)