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

Lacey's little face turned pale in an instant.

I'm afraid we will really lose the CG stage this time.

So no! No matter what, we must cut off the relationship and not let this twisted relationship continue.

Even though traveling with Ciel feels unexpectedly good, I cannot risk the innocence of this body and my future freedom!

Lacey still knows what is more important.

She decided to find a way to "resurrect" the pastor's daughter as soon as possible. Even if it meant getting cheated on, it was better than becoming someone else's wife.

If you want to live a decent life, you must have some green on your head.

But even she herself found it a bit strange - why, even in the face of such a horrible future, did she still insist on wanting to "resurrect" the pastor girl instead of immediately starting to run away with her skirt?

Lacele suddenly raised her head and glanced at Charles secretly from a distance.

The brave man's back is as calm and generous as ever. Even though he is injured, his back is still straight, like a pine tree bathed in the warm sunshine of early spring, with a solid trunk and lush green leaves. Just looking at it makes people feel at ease.

He always does.

But speaking of it, he didn't seem to be as mature a man as he is now. This was probably the change brought about by the pastor's death.

But Leixie felt that he would probably be willing to exchange everything he had for the priest's resurrection.

He was capable of that kind of thing.

Likewise, Lacele felt that Charles would not do something as outrageous as settling accounts with her by getting her drunk like a puff and then ordering her to be forcibly impregnated.

Charles is a brave man!

She couldn't help but think while she was muttering to herself.

After all, brave men are the embodiment of virtue!

So how could the embodiment of virtue do something so outrageous...right?

……

After getting Diesel's detailed coordinates, Laceel decisively ignored Old Deng who was still trying to sell her contraceptive spells, hung up the phone, and turned to call Charles:

"Okay, come here!"

Just like a master calling out to the loyal dog guarding the surroundings, as soon as she called out Charles' name, Charles trotted over to her side, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue - of course, the reality was not as exaggerated as Lacele's imagination, and Charles was far from being so stupid. In fact, Lacele felt that Charles' image was closer to that of a majestic and strong German Shepherd.

Even after returning to Lacie's side, he remained silent, and at most just used his eyes to confirm Lacie's gains.

Laciel proudly swung the wand in her hand and said to him:

"Done. Old Deng gave me the detailed coordinates of Diesel. Shall we go there now?"

However, before using the warp spell, she seemed to have thought of something, so she glanced at Charles' right chest and asked with some concern:

"Your injury... should be fine, right?"

"...I'm almost healed now," Charles lowered his head so that Rachel couldn't see his expression, "Thank you for your healing spell."

"Huh..." Lacey breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "That's good."

But she wasn't concerned about Charles.

Although Lao Deng told her that there were no obvious abnormalities in Diesel before the two investigators lost contact, the large complex monitoring array in the White Tower has not yet detected any danger in Diesel.

But it's always better to be careful.

After all, both she and Ciel were in a state of war damage. She didn't know Ciel's situation, but she...

Whether it's her magic reserves or the high-level spells she can cast, they are only about half of her normal level.

Although Ciel's recovery speed is much faster than hers, the injuries Ciel suffered at the time were much more serious than hers. The two offset each other, so Ciel's current condition is probably not much better than hers.

Of course, she and Ciel in this state are enough to deal with most emergencies... Unless Diesel's situation is like Lentiheim's, where there is a god who has fallen into madness, otherwise...

"Bah bah bah!"

Lacie suddenly made a strange sound.

Charles looked at her subconsciously, as if he was curious about why she started spitting, and Laciel couldn't explain to Charles what a flag was, so she had to explain:

"I'm fine... Now that you're almost recovered and I can cast most of my high-level spells, let's go and see what kind of country Diesel is that has made two investigators from the White Tower ask to stay there forever!"

"Yeah." Charles nodded slightly.

Then Lacie waved her wand.

But the warp spell was still being cast, and she suddenly thought of something, so she stopped casting the spell and poked Charles' arm with her wand instead.

She said nothing.

But Charles seemed to understand something.

Just like in the past three years, every time they used the warp spell or the teleportation array, the blonde priestess who liked to stand close to him would always secretly poke his arm with the array like this to remind him to turn off the forbidden spell.

Then, he would always grab the tip of the naughty wand and move a little closer to the owner of the wand, almost snuggling up to him.

But now things have changed.

The blonde priest lady died in his arms, and the person who reminded him to turn off the forbidden spell was replaced by the silver-haired, blue-eyed witch lady.

Whether it was their looks, heights, or bodies, they were all very different. I'm afraid it would be hard for anyone to find similarities between the two of them... Charles used to think the same way, too. How could they be the same person? They were clearly completely different.

But now...

The hero subconsciously reached out to grab the naughty wand that had quietly come to his waist and seemed to be planning to poke his side.

But when his hand was halfway extended, for some reason he withdrew it without leaving a trace.

"cough."

He coughed, and it sounded normal, nothing unusual sounded.

The wand that had almost poked his side seemed to be startled and quickly retracted.

Miss Witch sat back down in the wheelchair and began to cast the warp spell.

From the perspective of the brave man, one can only see her long silver hair that is as bright and clear as crystal, with small ornaments dotted in her hair that symbolize the imagery of morning and evening, as well as her slender and weak shoulders and arms, and her soft and small hands.

She was so petite, even smaller than the pastor. Even if she stood up, she would probably only reach his chest.

Her eyelashes and eyebrows are also a beautiful silver color. Her voice is particularly sweet and pleasant. Perhaps because her body is too delicate, she sometimes unconsciously makes all kinds of heart-stirring and itchy gasps or hums.

She had a slim waist and a small chest. The black dress perfectly accentuated her soft and seductive curves, but she didn't seem to know how... delicious she was. When she was with him, she never cared about the distance. As she once said, she just treated him as a buddy, and that's how buddies should be.

But she seemed to have underestimated her current charm.

The brave man thought about it, and his eyes suddenly swept across the witch's legs, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Priests rarely wear stockings, but witches seem to be fond of black tights.

Her legs were beautiful, wrapped in smooth silk, her calves were slender and straight, her thighs were full and fleshy, and the stockings became thinner at her knees due to stretching, revealing an attractive light color.

But the brave man's gaze did not linger on the witch's legs for long.

On the contrary, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and then stood there silently as usual, doing nothing and saying nothing.

But there was a hint of trance in his expression for a moment.

[To be continued]

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6. Make a wish

The coordinates that Lao Deng provided to Laciel were accurate.

With the help of the coordinates she provided, the witch and the hero successfully entered Diesel.

And just as Lao Deng said, Diesel is indeed a tiny country.

Its territory is even smaller than the city-state built on trees by the elves next door, let alone the neighboring human empire Victoria.

Although the street planning was quite decent, both the buildings and the pedestrians' clothing gave off an old-fashioned and backward feel. Lacier also did not see the gas street lamps that had long been popular in human countries on both sides of the street.

Although magic exists in this world, whether it is magic, heroes or witches, such concepts are too far away from ordinary people. Moreover, almost all wizards think they are superior to others, so how can they be willing to serve ordinary people?

Even if we look at all the countries in the world, only a few developed cities in very few countries can afford to install magic street lamps - for the vast majority of countries and cities, it is not that magic street lamps are unaffordable, but that gas street lamps are more cost-effective.

Generally speaking, a city that can afford to install gas street lamps can be called a developed city.

Rachel remembered that almost all the streets and alleys in the Victorian Empire were equipped with gas street lamps. Its capital, Sheffield, was even called the "City of Steam and Steel" and was shrouded in fog all year round, which was why it was often nicknamed the "City of Fog".

Victoria is a very peculiar country, and its capital, Sheffield, is even better than the former, being the epitome of Victoria's peculiar style.

Unlike other places, in Sheffield, the people with the highest social status and the most respect are not wizards, but craftsmen and scholars. Rachel even heard an exaggerated, unofficial statement:

“Sheffield does not welcome the high-ranking wizards, but if you are a peasant who does not want to be bullied by wizards, please come to Sheffield—because everyone here is your brother or sister.”

Victoria is a country for ordinary people, and Sheffield is a city for ordinary people.

Perhaps it is precisely such countries and cities that can produce steam armor, an exquisite industrial product that can be called a work of art.

Which man would not like a steel beast made up of gears, cylinders and pistons, full of violence and mechanical beauty, cold and hard, hot and violent, which makes people's adrenaline surge when it is running?

Anyway, there was no way Lacie could resist that thing.

Even though she knew better than anyone that steam armor was just a big toy that looked good but was useless. The original intention of Sheffield's craftsmen and scholars to design and manufacture them was to deal with mages, but any mage apprentice with a little practical experience could find dozens of ways to paralyze those expensive toys in an instant and turn them into real toys.

After all, even if we take a step back and say that they can't deal with the steam armor, can't they deal with the driver of the steam armor?

In a Pokémon battle, third-rate trainers only follow the instructions; second-rate trainers are flexible and adaptable; and first-rate trainers are smarter.

They will choose to directly attack the enemy Trainer himself.

Of course, the Diesel that the witch and the hero are going to investigate does not belong to Victoria. Although its territory is not as vast as any city under Victoria, it is an independent country after all.

But this is exactly what confuses Lacie.

"Hey, Ciel," she tugged at the corner of the hero's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't Diesel been annexed by Victoria yet?"

The hero stopped and looked at her, looking thoughtful, then shook his head:

"I do not know."

Lacey curled her lips when she heard this.

It was an unsurprising answer, honest enough, but not very interesting - although she actually didn't know.

It can even be said that she knows almost nothing about politics.

Politics was too troublesome and complicated. Rachel had always been self-aware. She couldn't understand those positions, concepts, and ideologies, and she was too lazy to study them. Anyway, she didn't need to lead an organization or a country.

Lao Deng seems to be an expert in this area.

After all, even if Old Deng knew nothing about politics at the beginning, after founding the White Tower Alliance and gradually developing it to its current scale with great difficulty, she might have been forced to become a cunning old fox.

Compared to her, Laciel had a kind of pure stupidity that was not contaminated by knowledge.

She knew nothing about politics and the game between countries, but she vaguely remembered that Lao Deng told her that the emperor of Victoria was ambitious and had been expanding his territory and power in recent years.

She still remembered that the elves had said that Victoria seemed to be eyeing Lentiheim, but they did not dare to act rashly because they were not sure of Lentiheim's military strength. Moreover, there was an entire forest sea between Lentiheim and Victoria, which was extremely unfavorable for marching and fighting.

If Victoria really wanted to start a war against Lentiheim, she could only choose to cross the weakest part of the forest sea, which was roughly in the shape of "∞". However, Diesel was located here. Whether it was to gather intelligence or use it as a springboard for a surprise attack on Lentiheim, Victoria should theoretically try to annex this small country.

But the fact is that Diesel still maintains its independence.

Is it an illusion?

Could it be that on the surface Diesel is a strong, independent, pure and lovely girl, but secretly she has already become Victoria's dog?

There is only one sun in the sky. In the eyes of the people of Diesel, there is only one sun, Emperor Victoria?

What loyalty this is!

Thinking of this, Lacie looked at passers-by with a strange look in her eyes.

It was a pity that she couldn't tell the nationality of passers-by from their faces.

However, if she excluded the political background and influence that gave her a headache just thinking about it, the Diesel in front of her would probably be just an ordinary little country. If nothing unexpected happened, it would not even be qualified to serve as an electronic pickle.

If that is the case, why did the two investigators from the White Tower choose to stay here at the same time and even take the initiative to cut off all ties with the White Tower?

Lacey was puzzled.