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

Lacele was furious.

So whether she admits it today or not, she will be beaten? Is there still law? Is there still law?

She immediately wanted to ask Charles for an explanation, so she raised her head suddenly.

Then, she immediately bumped into Charles's almost expressionless face and was forced to look into his iron-gray, extremely oppressive eyes.

very scary.

She felt as if she had turned into some delicious snack, and Charles in front of her was drooling over her snack.

"Gudong."

Lacey swallowed.

She suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.

The witch lowered her head again with a sad face, praying in her heart that Charles was not completely irritated by her, while silently preparing herself mentally for the worst and being beaten.

But at this moment, Charles suddenly stood up again.

As if nothing had happened, he turned the topic back to where it had strayed from, and finally answered the question that Rachel had asked at the beginning.

“She may be the embodiment of wishes.”

When Lacie heard the answer given by Charles, she almost didn't react.

She thought that Charles stood up to make it easier to take off his pants... and that's what happened?

Lacie, who had just been in disarray, instantly stood up again.

However, even though she was stubborn, she had no intention of continuing to seek death. Just now, Charles was already ridiculously close to her. He only needed to lower his head slightly to kiss her. She estimated that if she had not given in, he would have really taken away her first kiss in this body.

The witch thought so, but she unconsciously raised her hand and touched her lips.

"Come to think of it, what does it feel like to kiss?"

This thought only existed in her mind for a moment before it was killed, because she suddenly realized that as long as she thought of kissing, her mind would automatically appear the scene of her being bitten on the lips by Charles, being held in the arms of a man, and wanting to struggle but her whole body being limp and unable to resist.

This is too weird.

At least not men!

Rachel bit the tip of her middle finger gently and forced herself to refocus on the fake priest in the next room.

Shire said the fake priest may be "a manifestation of a wish."

So just as she had guessed before, there was indeed something wrong with the wishing well, because it did fulfill Ciel's wish.

This means that the probability that it is a limited wishing machine has greatly increased.

But problems also arise:

Why can the limited wishing machine fulfill Ciel's wish but not other people's wishes?

Rachel still remembered that when they came to Diesel for the second time, they stopped an old lady on the street, and the old lady told them that the wishing well could not fulfill any wish of anyone.

It always treats everyone equally, whether they are Diesel people or outsiders.

And that is indeed the case—if the wishing well could really make wishes come true, Diesel would have been in a mess.

As a result, there are two completely opposite facts before Lacier:

A wishing well cannot grant anyone's wishes.

The wishing well fulfilled Ciel's wish.

No, maybe there is a third one...

Before they arrived at Diesel, the wishing well had fulfilled the wish of the old investigator -

It allowed the old investigator to see the truth of everything.

Although this is doubtful, Rachel would rather believe that the old investigator discovered the truth on his own.

So, is the wishing well a limited wishing machine? If so, why does it sometimes work and sometimes not?

Lacey was overwhelmed with thought.

But it doesn't matter. This is only a secondary problem for them at the moment. The most important problem is how to deal with the fake priest in the next room.

Obviously, Charles now acquiesced to her pretending to be stupid, which, from a certain perspective, might be a good thing.

At least, before she was liquidated, she and Charles had established a tacit channel for information exchange.

She played dumb, and Charles followed suit, and when he really did, she cried to death.

Although she felt that Charles would inevitably come after her, she didn't have the energy to care about that right now. She would first solve Diesel's abnormality. As for how to deal with Charles's reckoning when the time comes...

Drink today and be drunk today, don’t worry about the rest later!

If it really doesn't work, then let Ciel and the fake priest live together. Anyway, the copy of her by the wishing well is almost pixel-level. At least from the short period of time just now, there is almost no difference between the fake priest and the real priest, that is, her.

Whether it's appearance, personality, memory...

Wait, memory?

Lacey's eyes suddenly lit up.

It seems she has found the best way to deal with the fake priest!

[To be continued]

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50. One is different

Rachel thought of a way to deal with the priest.

But she did not try it immediately, choosing to wait and see.

After all, she had no idea whether this method was reliable, so she had to think carefully before deciding whether to try it.

In fact, after confirming her identity with Charles, she slipped back to her room.

Although she had thought about "just staying in Ciel's room overnight and pissing off that fake guy", she had to risk her chastity to piss off the fake guy anyway...

This is really not a good idea.

After all, in her eyes, Charles has become more and more terrifying recently, just like the beast sleeping in her body has awakened.

But...it seemed like she really had no right to blame Charles.

After all, her mind seemed to be full of those messy things, but she was more timid and lustful, and only dared to talk but not to act.

There are all kinds of sexual fetishes, sexual knowledge is as rich as an encyclopedia, but experience is as thin and blank as a piece of white paper.

This was true for her, and certainly for the fake priest who lived in the next room.

So when she deployed the soundproofing barrier, she guessed that the fake priest would be furious.

Putting yourself in her shoes, if it were her, she would probably also have thoughts like "Quack! Stupid hero, don't believe what she says! She is a bad person! She is a bad woman!"

Maybe, the fake priest would believe in Charles because he didn't believe in her. Lacie wiped her tears, curled up in her bed and cried, shedding little pearls late at night.

It's not completely impossible.

However, Rachel did not feel pity for her at all. On the contrary, Rachel felt full of strength and the joy of harvest.

Love is like this, the first comer always has the advantage, plants the flag at the bridgehead, builds defensive positions in advance, and thus can defeat the latecomers and make them flee in disarray.

What's more, that guy is just a replica.

If the pastor she pretended to be was a so-called "fake", then the counterfeit pastor was a "fake" of a "fake", and Rachel had no intention of showing any mercy to her.

Steal her man?

Hehe, you deserve it!

……

Yet, at least on the surface, Rachel's attitude toward the priest could be described as gentle.

Even the next morning, when the pastor rushed into her room to settle accounts with her, she maintained a reserved and kind smile.

"Why did you sneak into his room last night?"

Such a powerful sentence just came out.

Urgent, urgent, urgent, she is so anxious!

Lacey was delighted, but on the surface she pretended to be innocent, blinked her eyes, and replied:

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The pastor was furious when he heard this:

"How could you not understand? I wish I could crawl into Charles' bed! You shameless bastard! You are still playing dumb!"

She even took out her magic wand, ready to have a dark duel with Laciel to determine who was better and whether to die.

But Rachel just smiled:

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Such words should not have been able to extinguish the priest's anger, on the contrary, it made it burn more fiercely.

It was like pouring a can of oil on the priest's head, and she was furious, and the glow of offensive spells was already accumulating on her wand.

At this moment, Lacier suddenly spoke:

"You think I'm a fake with ulterior motives, but is there a possibility that in my eyes, you are the fake with ulterior motives?"

"?"

Anger still burned in the priest's emerald eyes, but her mind regained its composure for the time being, fighting against the rage and causing her to stop charging her offensive spells.

"What do you mean?" she asked coldly.

"That depends on how you interpret it," Laciel answered, looking into her eyes. "After all, I also want to ask you a question..."

The witch paused and narrowed her eyes, looking cunning and dangerous:

"——If I'm not mistaken, your memory should only stop at the day Ciel made the wish, right?"

"After all, the body that inexplicably appeared in the coffin after that did not have any consciousness."

The pastor chose to remain silent.

Rachel realized that she had guessed correctly, so she continued:

"Then you should understand why you were dressed as a priest when you woke up, why Ciel didn't stay with you, and why you met me after you came to Diesel—"

"If you really have the same memories as me..." The witch judged the priest like a hammer falling, "Then you should know who the impostor is."

She easily pointed out all the logical flaws that the pastor had.

Logically speaking, the priest should let out a wail, reveal his true form, and then leave the scene dejectedly.

However, it does not.

Instead, the pastor was no longer angry.

“No!” She raised her head towards Lacier, bit her lip, and denied stubbornly, “I am Lacier.”

But this time, the witch did not refute her.

The witch's mood was somewhat complicated.

She could certainly guess what the priest was thinking.

Because there is nothing left of the priest.

Her existence has been denied, and she can no longer survive by using the guise of a pastor. All she can do now is to keep talking tough.

Perhaps even the pastor himself knew that a "fake" like her should not continue to exist.

But the witch also knew that she was more afraid of death than most people in the world.

Therefore, the priest who is a replica probably also inherited this from her.

The pastor was unwilling to leave.