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

She decided to ask Charles for his advice.

Charles was stunned when he heard this, as if he was surprised that she would ask for his advice. After a while, he said hesitantly:

"I think we should try exploring the fog."

He then stated his reasons:

"I don't remember the way back to the cabin. You probably forgot it too, right?"

Of course, Lacie thought, the fog was so thick that she couldn't even tell the direction, let alone find her way.

"Besides, I don't think it's a good idea for us to stay where we are. The fog is so thick and Lentiheim is so big. Even if the Madam Archon discovered that we were missing, it would be difficult for her to find us."

"So why don't we try to explore the thick fog? If we are still in Lentiheim, we should be able to see the elves' wooden house without going far. Then, we may be able to ask an elf for directions."

Lacele felt that what Charles said made sense, so she nodded:

"Well, let's do as you say--let's go this way."

She pointed in a random direction.

Anyway, in theory, as long as they are in Lentiheim, no matter which direction they go, they will always meet residents of the city.

Charles also understood this.

So he said "hmm", drew out the holy sword and gripped the hilt tightly in case of emergency, then turned around and planned to set off in the direction specified by Laciel.

Lacele still held the lantern high in one hand, and with the other she drew her wand, ready to follow Ciel at any time.

But for some reason, Charles in front did not move forward for a long time.

Lacee was getting a little impatient waiting, and subconsciously wanted to poke Charles on the back with her wand to ask him why he wasn't moving.

At this moment, Charles suddenly turned around and looked at her.

Rachel gave Charles a fright and nearly threw the lantern in his face.

Charles didn't notice this at all.

He simply said:

"Once you've infused the lantern with enough magic, it should be able to light up for a while, so would you like to give it to me and let me hold it?"

However, Lacie felt that this was unnecessary, as the lantern could effectively dispel the fog no matter who held it.

Moreover, the request made by Charles was a bit too abrupt and unnatural, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

So she asked directly:

"Is there any difference between you holding a lantern and me holding a lantern?"

Ciel thought about it and answered honestly:

"I'm tall, so I should be able to disperse the fog over a larger area with the lantern."

"..."

Lacie couldn't help but start grinding her teeth.

She thought, what's so great about being tall? Do you believe that I will saw off both of your legs at the knees? Do you believe that I will study the spell that can turn you into a dwarf tomorrow?

But she had to admit that what Charles said was indeed correct, so although she was a little reluctant, she finally handed the lantern to Charles.

But after that, Charles still didn't turn around and set off again.

On the contrary, he seemed to still have something to ask of Rachel—but he was too embarrassed to talk about it, so after a long struggle, he whispered:

"In order to prevent us from accidentally getting separated, if you don't mind, please... please hold the corner of my clothes."

"?"

Lacie slowly typed a question mark.

She thought to herself, "So that's how it is. In fact, it doesn't matter who holds the lantern. It's just a cover. This is what you really want to say, right?"

Do you want your buddies to hold your clothes like a little girl?

She subconsciously wanted to scold Charles loudly, saying, "Dream on!" But then she remembered that because of the deceased pastor, Charles had always been unwilling to have close contact with her.

If that's the case, then why is Ciel still so...

Lacey suddenly thought of something.

When she asked for Charles' opinion before, he seemed stunned for a moment - could that guy have mistakenly thought that she was scared because she asked him for advice?

How can it be!

It was just some thick fog, how could she be afraid?

But this can be used to your advantage. Yes, don’t men like girls who are petite and cuddly?

Protecting such girls often gives them the greatest sense of accomplishment.

Lacele convinced herself, and then, facing Charles' slightly embarrassed gaze, she lowered her head, said "hmm" softly, and then held the corner of Charles' clothes.

"My brother's acting is amazing!"

She thought proudly in her heart again.

[To be continued]

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13.Whose dream

Lacele held the corner of Charles' clothes, and Charles held the holy sword and the lantern high. The two of them walked through the thick fog, moving forward, hoping to see something different in the fog.

Soon they got what they wanted.

At the edge of the hemispherical area protected by the lantern, the outline of a building intruded.

Charles saw it and subconsciously took Lacie over.

The outline of the building became clearer and clearer, and in an instant, part of it appeared under the protection of the lantern.

It is a very common wooden house in Lentiheim, with an elf-style style.

At this time, Lacele let go of Charles' clothes, took a step forward and came to Charles' side.

She turned to look at Charles, and he turned to look at her.

After a brief eye contact, Charles withdrew his gaze, put the holy sword into the scabbard, walked to the door of the wooden house, raised his hand, and knocked gently.

"Tuk-tuk-"

The dull knock on the door echoed in the fog, but there was no response from the cabin.

Charles then increased the force a little and knocked a few more times.

There was still deathly silence in the wooden house.

He could only whisper to Rachel:

"It seems that there is no one in the cabin."

Upon hearing this, Lacier nodded, with a faint white light flashing in her eyes.

"There is no one," she said. "I can detect no life."

"Then... continue looking?"

"Of course, if there is this wooden house, there will be more wooden houses, maybe even a street. I don't believe that there is not a single elf on the entire street."

"it is good."

So the two of them left the wooden house and continued on their way.

The fact was just as Lacie had guessed, they discovered many wooden houses one after another, but without exception, there was no sign of life in these wooden houses, and all the doors were closed.

Along the way, Lacie even suspected that elves had originally lived in these wooden houses, but for some reason, they all turned into corpses silently.

So she asked Charles to pry open the doors of several wooden houses to confirm the situation.

There were some signs of life in the wooden houses whose doors had been pried open, but for some reason, their owners had abandoned them and disappeared silently into the thick fog.

Lacie didn't know what was going on, all she could do was tell herself not to think too much.

Ciel drew out the holy sword again in silence.

In their eyes, the thick fog became more and more dangerous.

But no matter what, they had to move forward. They had to at least find a living elf to ask for directions.

But plans always have trouble keeping up with changes.

Lacey suddenly noticed a faint light in the fog not far away.

It was not very obvious at first, just a vague point, but later it became gradually clearer as the distance got closer.

I'm afraid that in a while, the glimmer of light will appear before them.

Thinking of this, Lacie subconsciously tugged at the corner of Charles' clothes.

Charles also saw that glimmer of light.

Like Rachel, he didn't know what it was - was it an elf? Or was it the culprit that caused the elves to disappear mysteriously?

But in any case, it's better to be careful.

Ciel gripped the hilt of the holy sword tightly, ready for battle.

At this moment, the faint light approached them.

At this distance scale, it can no longer be called a faint light, it becomes a large, fuzzy light source with a semicircular outline.

The light suddenly stopped just one step away from the two of them, and then a familiar voice sounded:

"Who?"

Charles no longer had a deep impression of this voice, but Laciel still had some memory of it.

So she looked past Charles and asked cautiously:

"Is it Mr. Mura?"

The voice hesitated, then answered and asked back:

"It's me, but who are you?"

Rachel turned her head and winked at Charles, then continued:

"I am the Witch of Twilight and Dawn. Have you forgotten that it was you who brought me and the Brave Charles to Lady Fuwenna yesterday?"

"It's you," the guy who looked like the captain of the Lentiheim Guard, Mula, seemed relieved, "Come here."

For some reason, Lacie felt like this was a trap.

Just like the anglerfish in the deep sea uses its tentacles to lure prey to its mouth and then swallows it in one gulp, could this guy in front of me also be a bait released by a predator?

Maybe that's how the elves disappeared?

But Lacie felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

She has Charles.

So she winked at Charles again, and then walked forward with Charles in tacit understanding.

Then, very quickly, they unexpectedly discovered that the hemispherical shelter provided by the bronze lantern had been cut with a slowly expanding hole.

Starting from the junction with the ground, the two hemispherical shelters gradually overlapped upwards. From feet to head, Mr. Mula's figure gradually appeared in their field of vision.

He still had a serious expression and was still tall and handsome, impeccable.

A male elf holding another bronze lantern walked out of the thick fog. His eyes swept quickly over Rachel and Charles with vigilance and inquiry, and finally stopped on the bronze lantern in Charles' hand.

"Mr. Ciel and Miss Witch?" he asked, "Why are you here?"