Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Obviously, the Wall of Sighs was obtained by the emperor by making a wish to the limited wishing machine. No matter what the emperor's intention was, it cut off all ways for the slender ghost to spread outward within Diesel.

So Lacielle felt that if they really followed Mad John's idea and fought a decisive battle with the Emperor, the Wall of Sighs might collapse, and then the tall and thin ghost hidden in Diesel would immediately leak to the outside world.

At that time, the bizarre scenes that once appeared in the dream may actually happen, and the tragedy experienced by the old investigator will continue to be staged.

The entire Pan-Continent will be plunged into unspeakable terror.

So many years have passed, and although she is reluctant to admit it, Lacie has developed a strong sense of belonging to this continent. She does not want the continent, which is currently tending towards overall stability and peace, to become chaotic again.

Perhaps that was why, even though the three years in the Brave Team were exhausting and difficult, she was eventually entangled with Charles, who was like a dog-skin plaster, and couldn't get rid of him...

But she never really regretted it.

Even to this day, she firmly believes that the three years she spent in the Brave Team were perhaps the happiest and most fulfilling time she had since coming to the Pangaea.

But happy times are always so short-lived. After she faked her death, the brave team was almost disbanded.

The captain, Charles, was devastated and searched for the forbidden spell to revive the dead. Some of the other team members stayed in Kangkel waiting for the captain's return, some returned to their hometowns temporarily, and some simply became lone mercenaries or adventurers.

Young people always get together because of temporary like-mindedness, but the final outcome is often unsatisfactory.

The Brave Squad no longer exists.

The most critical reason that led to the disbandment of the brave team was her fake death.

Thinking of this, even Lacie, who always claimed to be conscienceless...felt a little guilty for the first time in a long time.

"Ugh……"

Lacie couldn't help but sigh softly.

She actually began to miss... miss the days when she was still a priest instead of a witch.

But at this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door:

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Is it Charles?

Or……

As Lacie thought about it, she became inexplicably alert again, and quickly took out her wand and held it in her hand.

Because the person knocking on the door might not be her good brother, but could be the owner of the inn, the nagging old gentleman... No, it should be said that it was some unknown living creature that was killed or contaminated by the investigator.

The witch no longer lay lazily on the bed. She became as nimble and swift as a cat, and began to accumulate magic power and pre-read spells silently, ensuring that if the situation went wrong later, she could counterattack or run away in the first time.

After making all the necessary preparations, she pretended to be about to fall asleep and whispered:

"Who is it..."

The knocking on the door stopped for a moment, and then a familiar male voice came from outside the door:

"I."

It's Ciel.

Laceline breathed a sigh of relief, but did not cancel the spell she had pre-cast.

Still maintaining a minimum of caution, she crossed the room, holding her wand with one hand and twisting the door open with the other.

But it turned out that her vigilance might be unnecessary, as Charles was indeed fine outside the door.

Seeing this, Lacier finally cancelled the spell she had read in advance, put away her wand, and raised her eyebrows:

"Why, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping? What do you want to do with me?"

After she finished speaking, she felt that her last few words were very ambiguous - but it didn't matter, a serious person like Charles would not notice that kind of unserious ambiguity!

And the fact was just as Rachel had imagined, Charles noticed nothing.

He simply said in his usual humble tone:

"I do have something I want to discuss with you..."

Lacey was stunned.

Negotiate?

What were they discussing? Did he not give up and still want to go to the palace to meet the Emperor?

Although it was not impossible to do this... Although assassinating the emperor was not very reliable, according to Crazy John, the emperor was still sober and even wise. In this case, they could use the White Tower as a pretext to meet the emperor.

But it’s getting so late, can’t we wait until tomorrow?

Lacie thought about it, and slowly sensed that something was wrong.

She still remembers the painful experience last time.

She took a bath, dressed herself up sweetly, and then ran to Charles' room to fight away, but was arrested on the spot. She slept with the damn Charles as her pillow all night.

She had to admit that it was her that time... She was controlled by a sex maniac, a little crazy, and took the initiative to give herself up.

But this time she was tired and sleepy, and had no sexual impulses at all. She was listless and didn't want to give herself to Charles at all - she thought that this way she would not be arrested by Charles. However, when she did not run towards the tower, the tower grew legs and rushed towards her.

"Isn't he planning to take the initiative this time?"

Lacie couldn't help but think so, and her vigilance, which had just been let down, was instantly raised again.

She didn't want to be Charles' prisoner again!

In order to avoid the tragedy from happening again, she simply used her body as a door to block Charles from entering.

"What are you discussing?" the witch asked bluntly. "Tell me."

Charles was stunned, as if he didn't quite understand why Lacele's attitude towards him had changed so much in such a short time.

But he nodded and replied:

"Do you remember that the innkeeper once told us that besides us and the old investigator who first came to Diesel, there was another one - the second investigator, who also lived here."

After hearing this, Lacie thought about it and realized that the innkeeper had indeed mentioned this matter.

Then, she subconsciously began to analyze the hidden meaning of Charles' words.

But maybe it wasn't the so-called deep meaning. On the contrary, with just a little thought, she realized the most suspicious part of this simple intelligence - three groups of investigators, including them, all chose this hotel as their base. Is this really reasonable?

Think about it again, the old investigator was infected near here, and he took away the thin ghost named "Lawrence" and the big box containing unknown things from here...

Lacey suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

She raised her head and looked at Charles almost subconsciously, and felt relieved when she found a familiar puzzled expression on Charles' face.

Although she soon felt uncomfortable because this sense of security came from Charles, she lowered her head again in dissatisfaction.

"You..." She said in a muffled voice, "You mean, there's something wrong with this hotel?"

Charles was stunned when he heard this.

He didn't seem to realize what Lacie was saying.

But he soon caught up with Lacier's train of thought and couldn't help laughing:

"That's not what I meant. Although we cannot rule out the possibility that this hotel is the source of infection, the reason why our three groups chose this hotel is because there are probably only two or three hotels in the entire Diesel. And this hotel is probably the most convenient and best choice for us to conduct an investigation."

"After all, this place is right next to the Wish-Fulfilling Square, and the Wish-Fulfilling Square has Diesel's biggest anomaly, the limited wish-granting machine, so any investigator will probably choose to settle here..."

Perhaps to confirm Charles' theory, even though it was already night, they both heard a sudden knock on the hotel door.

Then, a voice that was extremely familiar to both of them sounded:

"Is there anyone?"

"..."

After a brief silence, the witch and the hero looked at each other.

They all heard it, it was...

——It was the pastor’s voice.

[To be continued]

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47. What is she

"Is there anyone?"

The pastor outside the door asked softly.

Rachel and Charles inside the door held their breath, looking at each other, neither saying a word.

They don't talk, someone talks-

Suddenly an old and muddy voice came from the darkness:

"Yes... yes, please wait a moment, I'll be right there... right there..."

The voice was so cold and strange that it made people shudder, so the witch unconsciously took out her magic wand and the brave man subconsciously grasped the holy sword.

They all turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the source of the sound.

A tiny light quietly appeared in the darkness.

Without support, like a ghost.

Lacie tried hard to suppress her heart that was about to jump out of her throat and began to pre-read offensive spells, but Charles seemed to have sensed something and relaxed, allowing the light to approach.

Finally, the floating light came in front of them.

The small area of ​​darkness was dispelled, and the soft warm light revealed the source of the sound.

An old man with a hunched back, wrinkled face and a kerosene lamp in his hand appeared in front of the witch and the hero. He looked at the two of them in surprise and asked curiously:

"It's already so late, are you two still awake?"

The sight of this old man reminded Lacie of the Slender Man, so for a moment she didn't know what to say. Charles seemed very reliable at this time. He calmly took a step forward, stood in front of Lacie, and answered for her:

"We were both preparing to go to sleep, but we heard some noise outside, so we came out to check."

"So that's how it is," the old man suddenly realized.

The originally tense atmosphere gradually eased as the conversation went on, probably because the old man did not turn into an indescribable monster as the two had imagined.

On the contrary, his attitude was still friendly and kind, and he was still a little talkative.

After looking at the open door behind the witch and the hero, and then at the two people who were almost next to each other, the old man gave a very reasonable suggestion:

"If I had known that you two would sleep in the same room, I should have suggested that you two only rent one room..."

Lacey's eyes widened as she listened, and she secretly thought to herself: "How can you, an old man, slander someone's innocence out of thin air? The relationship between a witch and a hero, how can that be called...sleeping in the same bed?"

But she did sleep in the same bed with Charles, so she had no way to deny it and could only respond with silence.

Charles asked back quite sincerely:

"But in that case, wouldn't you earn less money for one room?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"You're right... but you can't say it's completely right. Well, as I said before, opening a hotel in Diesel is probably the most wrong decision I've ever made in my life, so whether it's one room or two rooms, it doesn't matter anymore..."

He lamented and muttered, "Once all these guests leave, I will have to close this unfortunate hotel!" As he held a lantern and walked hunched over in the dark corridor, he was about to open the door for the priest outside.

At this time, Charles quickly stepped forward and followed him.

The old man was obviously confused.

Charles explained to him simply:

"It's so late, a girl walking on the street at night... It's a bit abnormal. I'll go with you to take a look."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, his eyes moved to the holy sword hanging on Charles' waist, and he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Okay, please excuse me."

The two of them walked towards the gate together.

Laceier, who was left behind, felt that she should go and take a look anyway, so she quietly joined the team.

In this way, the old man was blessed with two protectors, a brave man and a witch, on his left and right.