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

Of course, that thing is a symbol of the hero's identity and is not for sale.

So it's really strange that Charles has both the "rich enough to rival a country" and "poor and destitute" states at the same time.

He was so poor that he had to ask her for meals often to avoid starving to death. He was so rich that he could afford an elf mother tree coffin to preserve his lover's body.

Lacele decided to rob Charles, who was as wealthy as a country.

Anyway, this was what Charles owed her, and it was compensation for the original loss, so instead of feeling guilty, she felt very happy.

Then the question arises -

How can we squeeze as much money as possible out of the seemingly impoverished Charles?

As Lacie was thinking, she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Without a doubt, it was Charles.

But it was already late at night, and why was that guy not sleeping well but knocking on her door for nothing?

Lacie couldn't figure out the reason, so she subconsciously became more alert - although in her eyes, Charles was a pure love god of war and would not attack her.

But she still drew out her wand, waved it casually, and cast the light spell. A small ball of warm yellow light shot out from the tip of the wand, quickly emitting light and heat, illuminating the originally dark hut.

The witch brought the light to the door of the house and asked:

"Ciel?"

The hero's slightly embarrassed voice came from outside the door:

"……it's me."

"I know it's you," Lacie said bluntly, and then asked suspiciously, "Why are you not sleeping so late and knocking on my door? What do you want to do?"

"Nothing," the brave man's voice became more embarrassed, "I just want to ask if you have an axe or a rope or something..."

"what?"

Lacey frowned and opened the door.

The pitch-black night outside the house suddenly poured in like ink, but she was holding an umbrella, and the bright candlelight at the tip of her wand blocked the night out, while also illuminating Charles' face.

The expression on that face is hilarious.

She felt like she had seen a middle-aged man in her previous life asking others to do things for her children's work or study difficulties.

Humble and submissive, sad and ridiculous.

For some reason, Lacie suddenly felt a little irritated—she couldn't even be happy when seeing the hero's face.

But she didn't want Charles to see her strange emotions, so she tried to act more natural and asked in confusion:

"What do you want an axe and a rope for?"

Charles scratched his head and whispered:

"It looks like it's going to rain, and I'm worried that Lacie will get wet, so I want to build a shed for her."

"..."

For a moment, Lacie didn't know what to say.

She closed her eyes and stretched her hand into the endless night. After feeling it for a moment, she answered Charles expressionlessly:

"It may indeed rain later, but..."

Miss Witch glanced at the coffin not far away and said with a sigh:

"Why would your wife be afraid of rain? She is lying in a coffin made of the Elf Mother Tree. Not to mention the rain, she will be fine even if there is a flood."

The hero was speechless, so he scratched his head and forced a stiff smile at Lacie.

Like a dog, like the kind of silly dog ​​that, when you call him, will immediately look up, wag his tail, and stare at you with wide eyes, begging for a pat on the head, no matter what time or place.

Unfortunately, the owner of this silly dog ​​has met with misfortune, so it can only squat in front of the door day and night. At the slightest movement, it raises its head and looks out eagerly, hoping that its owner has returned and can touch its head as usual.

But can it really wait?

In its limited, short life?

Perhaps because of the sudden gust of night wind, Lacie tightened her cloak around her.

Then, she turned her head, leaving only a blurry profile of Charles:

"Why not...consider yourself first."

Charles was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite believe that Lacie in front of him would say such a thing.

But he did not doubt that there was actually a conspiracy behind this concern. He has always been like this and always thinks the best of people.

So after a brief hesitation, he answered seriously:

"I am fine."

"Nothing?" Lacier asked back, "So, you're going to spend the night outside in the rain?"

"Um……"

"Aren't you afraid of getting cold? Aren't you afraid of spending a night in this wet and cold state, and then waking up tomorrow and finding yourself sick?"

"what……"

But Charles seemed to have guessed that Lacie would ask this question long ago - so he suddenly raised his hand to Lacie.

A faint light shone from the palm of his hand.

At first it was like a firefly, then it became brighter and brighter, like candlelight, an oil lamp, and a bonfire. In the end, the light was almost the same as the scorching sun, continuously radiating light and heat in all directions.

The chill of the night was dispelled, and Lacie stared at the rising sun in silence.

But Charles laughed.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the ball of light in his palm, his expression was both lonely and happy. Then, he said in a gentle tone that Lacier had never heard before:

"Because I have her..."

"As long as she's here, there's nothing to be afraid of."

But Lacie felt that the hero's smile was even more dazzling than the rising sun.

Of course she knew what it was - it was the light magic that she - no, she, as a priest, taught Charles.

No problem, she thought. Light magic can bring light and heat to people, and it can really help this guy resist the coldness of the rainy night, but...

A strange emotion that she had never felt before suddenly rose from her heart and quickly dominated her body.

Then, the witch suddenly leaned against the door involuntarily, without looking at the hero's eyes, and just fiddled with her hair while saying inexplicably, as if provoking:

"So, do you want to stay over at my house?"

[To be continued]

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15. Ask Lao Deng

Charles was stunned and couldn't believe his ears anymore.

The witch became a little impatient and urged:

"Just say whether you are willing or not."

Her attitude seems to be forcing a good woman into prostitution.

This time, Ciel was finally sure that he had heard correctly - but that was also why he found it ridiculous.

So he shook his head.

"No, I'll just spend the night outside by myself, of course, if that's possible..."

Ciel lowered his head, no longer looking into the witch's eyes, but focusing all his attention on the light in his hand:

"If possible, please help me find an axe. A rope would be even better."

What greeted him was suffocating silence.

The rainy spring night was unusually cold and quiet; Charles could almost hear his own heartbeat.

He felt that Miss Witch was angry.

He didn't know the specific reason, and Miss Witch didn't seem to be very angry, but he just felt that Miss Witch was angry.

It looks like I might suffer later.

He thought helplessly.

But things in the world often don't go as planned. Ciel thought that he might suffer for angering the witch, but the development of the situation was quite different from what he imagined.

Instead of getting angry, the witch lady said "Oh" very calmly.

"It's OK if you don't want to," she said, "it's not me who's going to be cold anyway."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back into the house.

Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he soon noticed that the witch seemed to have forgotten to close the door, so he subconsciously wanted to remind her.

But at this moment, suddenly several things flew out from the door with a sound of breaking wind and went straight to his head and face.

Fortunately, Charles was agile and quick to react, and he caught those things one by one without panic.

An axe, two bundles of rope, a large piece of canvas, and a box of large nails.

Charles was extremely happy and subconsciously wanted to say thank you to the witch lady, but just like before, before he opened his mouth, the door in front of him slammed shut.

So the brave man had no choice but to hold the hammer in his left hand, the nails in his right hand, a rope on his shoulder, and a canvas on his back, standing in the cold night like a personal shelf.

There were already sporadic raindrops falling from the sky.

Charles knew he couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, he would be in trouble when it rained heavily.

So he hesitated for a moment, then bowed and saluted towards the door of the witch lady's house.

"Thank you," he said, "and...good night."

Naturally, he got no reply.

However, Charles had already anticipated this possibility, so he did not stop and quickly rushed to his battlefield with the tools lent to him by the witch lady, in order to build a shelter before the rain got heavier.

The night was still long and he felt he should have enough time.

……

There doesn't seem to be enough time.

On the other hand, Lacie thought so.

As soon as she closed the door and got rid of the annoying hero, she walked all the way from the door to the head of the bed, and then fell straight down on the bed as if she was dead.

The bed is very soft, so it doesn't hurt at all when you fall down like this.

Laceel reached out her hand, used her strong hand to crack her head, grabbed the pillow next to her, and held it in her arms.

Her position changed from lying on her stomach to lying on her side.

She hugged the soft pillow in her arms, clamped it between her legs, and began to grind her teeth.

She suddenly wanted to punch herself twice.

Damn it, why?

Why did she add those two items to the contract? She was really shooting herself in the foot. Charles hadn't been fooled yet, but she was the first to be fooled.

Why did she just ask Charles if he wanted to stay overnight at her house?

Because she was actually jealous just now - and she was jealous of herself!

She actually thought that the priest she pretended to be was just that, and was not worth Charles's persistence. She began to feel that Charles was pitiful and worthy of sympathy. She even wanted to tell Charles that if he wanted to end a relationship completely, the best way was to start another new one.

So, with whom would you start a new relationship?