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

Lao Deng didn't have much to say, so she just said it directly, opened her gourd with a smile, and showed Lacier what kind of medicine was sold inside:

"I mean—when are you two going to have a baby?"

"what?!"

Laciel let out a sharp explosion.

However, Lao Deng had already guessed that she would have such a reaction, so he continued without thinking:

"Many scholars, including me, are curious about how you witches and heroes reproduce."

"In terms of physiological structure, both you and Ciel seem to be no different from normal people. But as far as we know, neither witches other than you nor heroes of all generations other than Ciel have ever left any offspring in the Pan-Continent. Even though your reproductive systems are complete and mature, and you are fully capable of giving birth to offspring."

Lao Deng paused, and then explained the benefits of having children from another perspective:

"Moreover, witches also have the abilities of heroes, and perhaps they can be passed down through the bond of blood. Your child may become a better warrior and magician than you two, and this is exactly what I mean by backup plan. If you two are willing to have a child before you go to Victoria and let me raise him, I guarantee that in a few years, he will become the best warrior and magician in the continent."

"Even if the two of you are trapped in Victoria, your child who has inherited your smart mind, strong physique, and excellent magical talent will be able to rescue you sooner or later..."

"How is it?" She asked in a very friendly tone, "Do you think what the teacher said makes sense, my dear student?"

"That makes sense!" Lacie's face turned red with anger.

She wished she could follow the Internet cable right now - along the magic wave connecting the two ends of the communication spell, climb to the White Tower, and punch Lao Deng twice.

What nonsense are you talking about!

She almost didn't know where to start complaining.

First of all, she had to admit that what Lao Deng said at the beginning seemed to be correct. There would indeed be scholars who were curious about how witches and heroes reproduced. After all, there had never been any record of witches and heroes reproducing in the Pan-Continent.

But the problem is, she is not a proper witch at all!

Ciel is not a serious hero either!

——She is just a half-baked witch, and Ciel is a completely fake hero.

What comes next is even more ridiculous!

Putting aside the fact that it would take her a long time to give birth to the child after she became pregnant, why did she feel that Old Den was hoping that the Victorians would capture her and Charles and imprison them?

In this way, Lao Deng can take care of the children with peace of mind and enjoy family happiness. Then they who are imprisoned will have to wait for the children to grow up, and it will take at least ten or even twenty years before they can regain their freedom.

Is this reasonable?

The more Lacie thought about it, the darker her face became.

She didn't intend to listen to Lao Deng's nonsense anymore, so she told Lao Deng directly:

"That's it. My phone is out of battery. I'm hanging up now! You don't have to... don't have to worry about me so much! Don't worry, we will come back safely!"

After saying this, without waiting for Lao Deng to reply, she decisively stopped supplying magic power to the communication spell.

The bright blue micro magic circle lingered for a while, then silently shattered into scattered points of light and disappeared into the air.

Finally, she didn't have to listen to Lao Deng's nonsense, and Lacie was relieved.

But she soon discovered that she seemed to have relaxed too early.

Just after sending away the plague god Lao Deng, she felt that Charles, who had been holding her waist obediently, suddenly became not so obedient.

He almost bit her ear!

“Wait, wait! What’s going on here?”

She couldn't help but think.

Perhaps sensing her doubts, Charles lowered his head and asked:

"So, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Lacey asked with a little guilt, "What?"

Of course she knew what Ciel was talking about.

Because she knew it, she was pretending to be stupid!

But after pretending to be stupid, she suddenly remembered that pretending to be stupid seemed to be completely useless against Charles. It was not like she had never pretended to be stupid to Charles before, but the result was...

But the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. She had no chance to regret because Charles' voice had become hoarse.

As if not realizing that she was playing dumb, Ciel asked in a low voice:

"So you are willing to... have offspring with me?"

[To be continued]

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24. Everyone will die

Lacey thought to herself, "That's not right, brother."

How did it suddenly become about having a baby?

She never intended to do that.

It was already an exaggeration for her to fall in love with Charles, who was also a man. To go a step further, giving Charles pleasure could be considered her bottom line.

As for getting pregnant and having children... don't even think about it!

So she refused decisively:

"I don't want to!"

"……Why?"

"Why so many whys..." Lacier snorted coldly, "If you don't want to, you don't want to!"

After saying this, she immediately thought of something very bad and couldn't help but say "Oh no" to herself.

The master-servant contract between her and Charles has not been terminated yet. Could it be that the bad guy wants to use the master-servant contract to force her to give birth to his child?

As this thought came to mind, more random nouns appeared in Miss Witch's head——

What kind of seeding, what kind of ○ lines, what kind of forced conception.

Just horrible.

Although she used to like these elements, after all, who isn't a pervert?

The more exciting the sex scene is, the better... provided that the object of the sex scene is not her.

In any case, don't do anything like giving birth to a child for Charles!

But Charles was inexplicably obsessed with this matter. Even though she had clearly rejected him, he still whispered to her:

"But I want to have a baby with you."

Facing the fierce attack of the hero, the witch could only fight back:

"You, you are mentally ill! You pestered me and wanted to marry me before, and I felt sorry for you, so I agreed to it out of pity. But you are still asking for more..."

She seized Charles's hands which were about her waist, and tried to pry them apart:

"I'm warning you, that's enough! People should be content and stop pushing their noses and noses forward, otherwise..."

Since she really couldn't think of how to threaten Charles, after hesitating for a long time, Lacie could only give up on herself and warn him like a spoiled child:

"Believe it or not, I'm going to ignore you!"

She thought this trick would not work on Charles. After all, Charles was very shameless, like a dog-skin plaster. Once it stuck to him, he couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.

But she didn't expect that after she threatened Charles like this, Charles sighed and replied in a somewhat listless tone:

"……I see."

He seemed a little too easy to talk to.

Lacey thought to herself, is Zundu a fake?

Is this still the same demon who penetrated her until she meowed and begged for mercy, and when she tried to escape, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to continue punishing her?

Are they two completely different people when they take off their clothes and when they put on their clothes?

Just like Clark Kent, he usually works as a reporter, but once a crime occurs, he will take off his suit and trousers, put on combat clothes, and transform into Superman.

It suddenly occurred to Rachel that, in a sense, Charles might also be a superman when he took off his clothes.

However, he is a little more powerful than Superman - he has to have more words than Superman.

He is superhumanly strong, and the more superhuman he is, the stronger he is.

Miss Witch almost amused herself.

However, the next second she remembered that the one who was overtaken was not someone else but herself, and she immediately lost her joy.

"bad."

She muttered something under her breath.

But she was also a little curious about why Charles was always thinking about marrying her and having children.

Since Ciel wasn't in superhuman strength right now, she thought this was a good opportunity to find out the reason.

So she twisted her body slightly and protested:

"You...let me go first! I have something to ask you! Serious matter!"

Charles was unexpectedly easy to talk to today.

As soon as Lacele asked this, Charles let her go, allowing her to quickly break free from his arms and tidy up her messy dress.

Only after smoothing out the wrinkles on her long skirt and straightening the crooked hair accessory on her head did the witch look at Charles again leisurely.

She didn't ask the question right away, but looked Charles up and down seriously, then snorted cutely, crossed her arms and began to torture him:

"Tell me the truth - why are you so impatient? First you forced me to agree to marry you and hold a wedding, and now you're still wanting me to give birth to your child?"

Finally, she added:

"I'm warning you, if you confess, you'll be treated leniently, but if you resist, you'll be treated severely! You'd better tell me all your little thoughts honestly!"

Charles seemed a little embarrassed when he heard this, perhaps because he was not very good at expressing his feelings directly.

Diesel's performance was an exceptional performance for him, so after a long while he kept rubbing his head and managed to utter:

"I'm afraid if I don't tell you now, I won't have the chance later."

"what?"

Now Lacie was completely unable to remain calm.

In an instant, her extremely active imagination made her think of many bad things.

Just like when he was in Lentiheim, Charles was determined to commit suicide and wanted to die together with his mad mother; for example, learning forbidden spells actually has a price to pay, such as vitality, and every time Charles uses forbidden spells, he literally overdraws his life span; for example, the disaster that occurred in Charles' hometown that year left Charles with some hidden injuries. Although he looks alive and well now, he actually won't live long.

In short, all conjectures lead to one result——

Charles was dying, and she would live to regret his death.

"How about we continue talking about having children, boy or girl, only child or twins?"

While she was "making fun of herself in hardship", she unconsciously clenched her fists, trying to pretend that she didn't care, but she couldn't help asking:

"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'if you don't tell me now, you'll never have the chance later'? What are you going to do in the future? Will you be very busy?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Ah!"

"Yes, not only will I be very busy, but I might even die..."

"Boom-"

Rachel heard the sound of a string breaking in her mind. Perhaps the name of that string was reason.

She couldn't pretend any longer. She stomped across the floor quickly, came to Charles, sniffed, raised her head, reached out and grabbed Charles' collar, and asked in a voice that was inexplicably tinged with hoarseness:

“What…what do you mean? Explain it to me! Why are you so busy? Why might I die… Explain it all to me quickly!”

She is in a hurry.

Charles didn't know why she was so anxious, but he saw the glimmer in her eyes.

She looked like she was about to cry.