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

Lacele wanted to have a couple of drinks with Charles.

But Charles seemed unwilling to have two drinks with Lacele.

Facing Laciel's invitation, the brave man simply looked up, then lowered his eyes and continued to grill his meat:

"I...can't drink. You drink it yourself."

"?"

Lacey thought this was a trick.

When she was still in the Brave Team, her favorite thing to do was to drink with Charles. Charles could drink a lot, and she was not bad either. The two of them would drink and bicker and brag, and they would often drink until dawn.

At dawn, the show was over and the two men returned to the camp drunk and fell asleep.

Of course, in fact, Laceel had never been really drunk. She was not stupid. What if she was really drunk and was taken advantage of by Charles? She had magic, so she could find a way to use magic to remove the influence of alcohol on herself.

Charles was drunk before.

Although he had an exceptionally strong physique, he could not resist the constant drinking of Lacie. As long as he was given enough wine, even a brave man would not be able to walk out of the tavern upright!

Alcohol is a good thing. It is the best tool to build relationships and deepen mutual understanding. Even if you are not familiar with each other before, after a few drinks, you will naturally become familiar with each other, and you can even talk about things that you are embarrassed to talk about normally.

What's more, after getting drunk, people may dare to do things that they would not dare to do normally.

For example, sometimes Charles and she drank too much and were still drunk and unconscious when they returned to the camp, so they just slept in the same bed.

Then, the next day, when Charles woke up, he would be shocked to find her lying next to him, her sleeping face peaceful and cute, and she would occasionally talk in her sleep.

such as:

"Char... your hands are so big..."

"Ciel...you're so warm..."

"Charles... Hug me again... It feels so good..."

Charles is a pure little virgin, how can he withstand this?

So under the scheming of the witch lady, it didn't take long for him to become the poor Tom cat who was played around by the bad woman.

But Lacie wasn't really a bad woman. On the contrary, she wasn't even a decent woman.

In that witch's body resides the soul of a man.

But this is her advantage.

Only men can understand men better. When a woman has both the appearance and body of a beautiful girl, and at the same time can drink, play games, watch special effects films, brag about keyboard politics and talk about those fantastic dreams of saving the world with men, she is invincible.

That's why after her "death", Charles became what he is now.

Lacele is very satisfied with the current Charles, but not completely satisfied.

So, facing Charles who was unwilling to drink with her, she borrowed the power of the master-servant contract and ordered:

"Drink with me—don't refuse!"

Charles paused, then raised his head.

Lacie saw the stunned expression on his face with satisfaction. It was obvious to the naked eye that he didn't understand why Lacie insisted that he drink with her.

Just like the beautiful wife in the Minotaur's book, facing the threats and orders from the yellow-haired Lacie, no matter how reluctant he was, Charles could only bite his lip and obey obediently in humiliation and bitterness.

He reluctantly took the glass of wine that Rachel handed to him.

Finally, Lacie couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was no way, Charles' expression was just too interesting - when she saw Charles' expression, she finally understood why there were always endless minotaurs in this world.

But in fact, she didn't really want to become a yellow-haired man.

So she poured herself a glass, and raising it to Charles, she said:

"Okay, stop looking so bitter. I don't really want to do anything to you. I just can't find anyone to drink with me..."

She didn't lie to Charles, what she said was true. After she turned from a priest back into a witch, she really couldn't find anyone to drink with her.

Her previous well-intentioned plan had turned into a habit after being repeated day after day. She hadn't had a drink with Charles for more than three months... Of course, it was impossible for her to admit that she wanted to drink with Charles. The most she could admit was that she wanted to find someone to drink with.

That person could be Lao Deng, anyone in the brave team, and of course, Charles.

So she turned to Charles again:

"Be obedient and drink with me, and I won't do anything to you. If you don't obey, then..."

The witch sneered, then turned around and nodded at the coffin behind her.

She threatened Charles that if he refused to drink with her, she would act like a hooligan and do something unladylike to him in front of his deceased wife.

and so--

"Mr. Brave Man," the witch shook the wine glass in her hand and smiled seductively, "You don't want me to do something... ahem, unpleasant in front of your deceased wife's coffin, do you?"

Lacele didn't make her words clear, but it didn't matter, she believed that Charles could understand.

And the fact was just as she guessed, Charles understood what she said, but for some reason, he didn't feel that he was being coerced at all. He was not nervous or afraid at all, he just felt helpless.

"Ok."

He said, raising his glass.

Laceier also raised her glass and clinked glasses with Charles. She asked in confusion:

"Why do you seem not afraid at all? Aren't you worried that I will do what I say?"

Charles raised his head, drank the wine in his glass, then put the glass at his feet and continued to grill the meat while saying:

"Master, although you have a bad temper and like to tease people, I always feel that you are actually a very gentle person."

Having said this, he paused, lowered his eyes, and his voice became much softer:

"—just like her."

"!"

Lacier's heart was filled with alarm, but on the surface she appeared to be calm and composed.

"She?" the witch asked, "You mean... the pastor lady?"

When talking about this, Charles suddenly stopped being a taciturn person. It was like a tumbleweed that had found suitable soil again. He stretched his limbs, took root, and came back to life.

He raised his head, not at Laciel, but at the coffin not far behind Laciel.

The hero showed a nostalgic expression and said softly:

"Yes, in some ways, Rachel is actually very similar to you."

"She always liked to tease people. I was often teased by her in the past. She seemed to be particularly keen on seeing other people's surprised and embarrassed expressions because of her. So when she died, I was actually a little reluctant to believe it."

He smiled bitterly, as if mocking his own naivety:

"I don't want to believe that she is dead. I even want to deceive myself and tell myself that, just like usual, she is not dead and she is just joking with me. Before long, she will climb up from my arms with a smile, make faces at me, laugh at me for believing her prank, and cry like an unwanted fool..."

"But after a long, long time, she didn't come back to life."

"Then, I finally couldn't deceive myself anymore."

Charles spoke softly, shook his head, and gave Lacier a very funny, clown-like expression - although there was an exaggerated smile on his face, there were always teardrop-shaped oil paints dotted in the corners of the clown's eyes.

"She's dead... I... lost her."

Lacie suddenly didn't know what to say.

She suddenly felt very guilty - she regretted bringing up this topic.

She was apparently quite happy just now.

But now all the fun she had gotten from Ciel had turned into a boomerang, attacking her madly.

She began to feel that she shouldn't have made such an excessive joke to Charles just now. The dead are the greatest... Although she was the dead person, she had no objection, but Charles...

At that moment, she felt that Charles was suddenly full of strong self-destructive tendencies, even though he was still sitting there, grilling meat and drinking with her. But in her opinion, Charles was already as lonely and brilliant as a firework. After saying that, he might pour himself another glass of wine, then find a sunny day, happily go to death, and go to the underworld with the one he loves.

broken!

Rachel thought.

byd wouldn’t say “suddenly the golden rope was loosened, the jade lock was broken, the tide came on the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am” - wouldn’t this give him a sudden enlightenment?

Don’t do that kind of thing!

If Charles committed suicide, wouldn't that make her a murderer?

Rachel said hastily:

"Stop, stop, stop - why are you saying that at this time? I asked you to drink with me to celebrate the fact that we built this cabin, not to make you sad."

As she was talking, she suddenly had an idea:

"Besides, it's not like your wife won't come back. Don't worry, I'm here. I will definitely be able to rescue your wife."

But even though she said that, Ciel didn't return to his original state.

He just hummed softly, then looked up and asked Lacier:

"Can you please pass me the wine?"

Lacey dared not disobey.

She obediently handed the bottle to Charles, who filled his own glass and, without clinking glasses with Lacele, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Lacey was terrified and could not help but advise:

"Drink less, hey, drink less, at least don't drink so much."

Charles gave her a fleeting smile:

"It's fine."

Then he poured himself another glass of wine and drank it in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Lacey realized instantly that it would be useless for her to persuade him any further.

She could only watch as Charles continued to drink one glass after another.

Not long after, the meat was cooked and Charles drank both bottles of wine.

Lacie was so frightened that she almost trembled.

Those two bottles of wine were vintage wines that she had obtained with great difficulty from the pointy-eared people. It was said that although the taste was sweet and delicate, it had a strong aftertaste. Even Charles would not be able to withstand a few glasses.

Now she could only pray that Charles could drink better than she thought, and that he would not go crazy after getting drunk.

But just after she thought this, she suddenly saw Charles standing up staggeringly opposite her.

Then, Ciel walked up to her and squatted down.

"?"

Lacee held her breath and tensed up.

Charles, he, he, he...what on earth is he trying to do?

[To be continued]

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21.Yesterday and today

Charles squatted down beside Rachel.

He lowered his head, his long-uncut hair was messy and sloppy, covering his face, so Laciel couldn't see his expression clearly.

The less she could see Charles's expression, the more Lacie felt that he was inexplicably oppressive.

After all, most horror comes from the unknown.