This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Rebecca continued Agnes's words, adding, "That's right. Before you were awakened by the Abyss, we had already been ambushed by the Lord of Delusion. In fact, you were part of the ambush set by the Lord of Delusion more than forty years ago. He realized more than forty years ago that someone would try to gather the seven Moon Knights, and His scheme almost prevented Leona's wish from being fulfilled."

"Although the Lord of Delusion has a rather sleazy way of doing things, I still have to admit that his deductive abilities are sometimes comparable to predicting the future—he's incredibly accurate," Leona exclaimed sincerely.

Now, the girls are basically convinced that this boss is a puppet that the Lord of Delusion planted here long ago to sabotage Abyss's efforts to help Flora realize her dream.

The girls all wanted to help Flora realize her dream, firstly because their relationship was very close—as members of the Abyss, the girls cooperated seamlessly and were of one mind, even closer than their closest sisters; secondly because Flora's power offerings were truly important to the Abyss.

Flora's affinity for divine power, and the assistance she could provide to the Abyss, is obvious and could serve as a major turning point in challenging the Creator God's cause.

Therefore, the four girls, who had already decided to help Flora to the end, absolutely could not allow this operation to fail.

"Unfortunately, we have no way to prove this guy's identity right now, and Sheila is still sleeping in Helheim."

Leona said with some regret.

Sheila did not travel with the Abyss and the others. Observing the fragments of the Crown of the Lord of Delusions had taken a heavy toll on her, and she needed plenty of rest, so she was still asleep.

Rebecca had visited Sheila in Helheim a few times in the past two days. Fortunately, although Sheila had suffered a great shock, with Agnes and the headband controlling her, her soul was not damaged and she had not gone mad. All she needed was sleep.

Sheila is now recovering very well under the care of the people arranged by Abyss.

“Let’s judge for ourselves. From now on, everyone must keep a close eye on him and absolutely cannot let him go crazy in front of Flora,” Rebecca said to everyone. “So, are you all confident?”

“Of course. From now on, the three of you will take turns monitoring him, while I will remain hidden in the shadows, ready to act at any time,” Sophia said. “Abis should try to prevent Flora from contacting this boss.”

Abyss was listening to the girls' discussion. He glanced at them discreetly, indicating that he understood.

Flora, on the other hand, was currently immersed in the joy of ordering food outside for the first time.

Ordering food is a small matter, nothing to be overjoyed about, but it meant a lot to Flora. It was one of the few times she had made a decision on her own—and it wasn't about evil gods or saving the world.

"Is there anything you would like, sir?" the waitress asked at that moment.

"I don't want anything, just bring us your usual menu." Abyss didn't order anything. He didn't have a strong need for food. His nomadic past had given him a good appetite, and he could enjoy anything he ate.

"Understood, I will inform the chef." The waitress bowed and left with an elegant gait that matched her own.

"Even this waitress is so well-trained. I wonder how much this crazy boss pays her every day. She's more than qualified to be a maid in the palace," Leona exclaimed. "It's just a bit unfair to such a professional waitress, having to live with a puppet of an evil god every day. Her life must be in danger at any moment."

"Perhaps she has no way to leave here. Who knows what methods that old man used?" Sophia said thoughtfully. "It would be great if we could rescue her tonight."

“And the chef,” Agnes reminded her.

"Oh, right, and the chef too. That chef is dangerous too. What if he doesn't make high-quality food? Will that old man attack him?"

With two people in need of rescue, the girls felt an added weight of responsibility on their shoulders.

“Well then, before dinner, Sophia, go out and ask around the town about this boss. See if you can find out more details. People in the Western Empire generally go to bed earlier than those in the Eastern Empire. If we don’t hurry, they might all go home to sleep.”

Rebecca said, "I plan to taste the dishes served to Abyss and Flora beforehand to make sure they're not poisoned. The task of monitoring the boss will be assigned to Agnes and Leona. Agnes will be in charge of monitoring, and Leona will be in charge of keeping the boss under control at all times."

"clear."

Rebecca, as the second-in-command of the Abyss team, has even stronger leadership skills than the Abyss itself, and the other girls who trust her have no objections whatsoever.

Now that the plan has been finalized, all that's left is for the girls to put it into practice.

We absolutely cannot let this strange innkeeper go crazy in front of Flora. No matter what, we must ensure that Flora's first holiday on the continent ends peacefully today.

……

After dinner preparations began, Abis and Flora returned to their room for the night.

Flora looked at the bed in the room and felt troubled.

This is a very soft and large bed—but that's the problem—it's a double bed.

Flora glanced at the relaxed Abyss beside her, her heart pounding with nervousness.

What to do? Not only do I have to spend every night alone in a room with the Abyss, but I also have to sleep in the same bed with him!

Hopefully nothing like that will happen.

What should we do then? What kind of scenario is it? I remember Leona telling me about it before, a man and a woman alone in a room...

Flora started to let her mind wander.

"Flora, why is your nose bleeding? Is it because the weather is too dry today?"

Abis blinked and looked at Flora beside him.

Chapter 351 Simple Happiness

"No... Ah!" Flora felt a tickle on her upper lip and realized that she was indeed bleeding from her nose.

Bleeding is a rare thing for Flora now; the undead don't bleed, and she hasn't bled in a long time.

Abis took a clean handkerchief from his pocket, folded it, and gently placed it on Flora's nose, saying softly, "Your body is much more delicate than before. I haven't paid attention to your condition these past few days; it's my fault. Let me cover it with my handkerchief first, and I'll wash it after the bleeding stops."

The Abyss's handkerchief carried a medicinal scent unique to Abyss, which made Flora somewhat dizzy.

"Are you struggling with where you're going to sleep tonight?" Abis said with a smile. "Don't overthink it, you can make the decision. I can sleep on the sofa over there, and you can sleep in this bed by yourself—I know you're a little embarrassed."

Flora nodded, but then looked conflicted: "No...you don't have to sleep on the sofa, you don't have to feel wronged..."

"Oh, I understand. Then I'll sleep on the bed, and you can sleep on the sofa. I can give you the blankets from the bed; the autumn weather in the Western Empire is still quite cold." Abyss clapped his hands as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

Flora chuckled at Abyss's "wit".

“No… I mean, we can both sleep in the same bed,” Flora finally looked into Abyss’s eyes and said, “Because… because I like you, and you like me, don’t you?”

“Hmm, that makes sense.” Abyss thought for a moment and nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with two people who love each other sleeping together.”

"Hmm..." Flora gave a shy smile.

The Abyss's frankness can sometimes be a little overwhelming, but Flora enjoys it now. Because this is the Abyss she knows, the Abyss she's slowly come to like from being a stranger.

Flora knew that as a member of the Abyss's family, it was natural for her to feel affection for the Abyss. However, she was also very clear that this affection did not stem from any magic or social status, but rather from her genuine fondness for someone like the Abyss.

Sometimes, feelings are that simple; they come from intuition and don't require much thought. Over time, Flora had come to completely trust the boy in front of her, who was usually clueless about romance but could be incredibly understanding in crucial moments.

She was willing to entrust everything to him and to do everything in her power to help him with anything.

Why would Flora be afraid of the Abyss doing anything bad? She wasn't worried at all. The thoughts that had just crossed her mind weren't about what the Abyss might do; they were just her wild fantasies.

“Dinner won’t be ready for a while, let’s sit here and chat.” Abis pulled Flora to sit on the large bed in the room and said to her with a smile, “Let’s talk about topics you might like. Didn’t you read a romance novel called ‘The Seagull and the Wild Rose’ a while ago, recommended by Leona? I saw that book with a bookmark in the hall of the Palace of Eternal Night—the author’s life is even more romantic than the novel itself. How about I tell you about it?”

"Mmm!" Flora looked at Abyss and felt a surge of happiness.

Abyss was clearly very busy recently, preoccupied with matters concerning the Lord of Delusions and the Council of the Dead. He shouldn't have had time to attend to these matters, yet he still managed to notice such details.

He has me in his heart.

This is what Flora is thinking about right now.

As for whether the author's life story is interesting or not, anything told by the Abyss is interesting.

……

Abyss and Flora were enjoying a romantic time in their room, while the other members of their household were working diligently on their investigation.

Rebecca had already gone to the kitchen and was waiting outside. She told the chef and an apprentice who were busy inside that she had to taste all the dishes first that evening and supervise them as they served the food to their master, for the master's safety.

The two people in the kitchen were a little confused when they heard Rebecca's request. What was the identity of the young boy and girl who came to stay? Why did they want the maid to taste the food in advance? Could they be some kind of nobles?

But they agreed readily, as if there was no problem with letting Rebecca inspect the food.

Rebecca had great confidence in her palate. If these two had tampered with the food, she would be able to taste it. She could even tell if the food was safe just by smelling the aroma wafting from outside the kitchen.

Agnes and Leona are currently staying near the boss.

After receiving Abyss and Flora, the owner of the hotel did not rest. He was meticulously wiping a high-end mahogany dining table with a rag. This was where Abyss and Flora would dine later.

Agnes had quietly planted a large number of spies in the hotel. Although the room was spotless, there were still some tiny insects. She easily made contact with these insects and turned them into her sentinels.

Leona sat to the side. She didn't have any work for the time being, but she was already prepared to take the boss far out of town and beat him up at any time.

The boss doesn't seem to be behaving strangely at all. Although he keeps emphasizing the word "high-end" when he speaks, he acts perfectly normal, except for looking a little sullen while wiping the table. As for why he's sullen, there are too many reasons to say for sure.

“We’ll stick to him. If he makes any unusual moves, I’ll take him away immediately. Agnes, your job is to make sure Flora doesn’t find out about this,” Leona said to Agnes in their shared thoughts.

“Okay,” Agnes nodded in agreement.

Sofia, who was strolling outside, easily struck up a conversation with the townspeople.

A dark elf is quite a rare guest in this small town of the Western Empire.

Dark elves rarely leave the elven kingdoms, but their lustful and open nature is well-known. Sophia, in particular, has a beautiful face, which makes many townspeople quite enthusiastic. It seems that most of them hope to have some "romantic" experience with this dark elf in return.

"You mean that upscale hotel? The owner is really strange. Let me tell you about the incident when a minor nobleman came to town and had a conflict with him. Everyone was stunned that day..."

A townsman who had just finished dinner was picking his teeth as he spoke to Sophia.

Chapter 352 The Boss's Fear

"Huh? What happened? Was there any bloodshed?"

Sofia seemed somewhat curious upon hearing the townsman's account.

Is the identity of that strange boss about to be revealed?

“Oh, no.” The townsman shook his head. “But it’s really strange. This owner used to be a very cheerful person, but about five or six years ago, he suddenly became withdrawn. He doesn’t go out much and rarely talks to people. He just tries to attract wealthy-looking upper-class customers in front of the town every day.”

"How long does it take him to recruit one?" Sophia tilted her head.

"Ah... let me think... um, he can probably recruit one or a few people a week." The townsman rolled his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Of course, his income is not small each time. His upscale hotel is indeed quite expensive, but it seems that this income is only enough for him to keep the hotel running. It is unlikely that he can get rich."

"So he didn't open this hotel to make money?" Sophia asked, puzzled. "Then why did he open a hotel?"

"It started about five or six years ago when he became withdrawn. The hotel, which used to cater to everyone, stopped catering to ordinary people. He also did a lot of fancy renovations on the hotel, like the ones we see now. These renovations are very troublesome to maintain and cost a lot of money," a town resident said. "Who knows why he's still running this hotel? Someone asked him before, but he didn't answer."

"I see... Could you tell me about the conflict that happened back then?" Sophia took out an Imperial coin from her pocket. "Thank you for your help."

The townsman had initially hoped that Sophia would develop some kind of relationship with him out of gratitude, but seeing the imperial coin before him changed his mind: nothing beats real money. He took the imperial coin, smiled, and began to tell Sophia his story.

It turns out that this boss has been insisting on taking the high-end route for the past five or six years, and is very obsessed with the so-called high-end term.

A year ago, a minor nobleman from the western part of the Western Empire came to town. The minor nobleman did not have much power, but he was still quite rich. He was dressed in sleek clothes, which naturally attracted the attention of the shopkeeper.

Then, just like when the Abyss and his party first entered the city, the innkeeper used high-class as a selling point to lure the nobleman into his inn.