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

But she quickly put the thought out of her mind.

What a joke! Instead of letting her believe that Ciel is so calculating, it is better to let Ciel believe that she is the God of Creation. As long as she v50, she will help Ciel resurrect the priest...

Although she did manage to resurrect the priest.

But obviously, the price of resurrecting the priest should not be so pitiful, unless the god who controls the power of life and death has an alias called Grandpa KFC.

As Lacie thought about it, she hummed softly.

Then, she secretly took out her wand.

A magic wand is a very useful catalyst for any wizard. Of course, most wizards can actually cast spells independently without a wand, but the effectiveness of the spells will be greatly reduced - just like rolling dice, the effect of the spell will fluctuate with the result, and a magic wand can fix the final points within a certain range, or even amplify them, so that the casting results become more stable and better.

Rachel's wand came from Old Den.

Although it looks unremarkable, it is actually made of precious materials and has complex craftsmanship. It integrates most of the latest scientific research results that have been verified for feasibility. It is a veritable masterpiece.

It is usually stored in Lacier's personal space. If Lacier needs it, it will appear in her hands as soon as she thinks about it.

When she first got the wand, Lacier thought about tying it to her thigh, like those heroic female agents or warriors in the movies, but after thinking about it for a while, she gave up the idea.

She could accept wearing a skirt, but the hem could not be shorter than five centimeters above the knee. If she did that, it would be more troublesome to take out the wand from under the skirt. Besides, wasn't doing so giving benefits to others?

Although it is indeed sexy and handsome, a maid outfit can add a touch of elegance and grace.

But Laciel was a good girl who respected her husband's morals. Until the researchers in the White Tower developed a spell to prevent her from exposing herself no matter what, she would decline the offer.

Wouldn't it be better to just keep the wand in your personal space?

As she thought about it, she clenched her wand, raised her head and looked far away at Charles. After making sure that he was still negotiating with his boss, she shook her wand twice gently to make sure he was relieved.

She cast a little spell on herself to "never get drunk".

She used to do this often when she drank with Charles. Otherwise, with her mortal body, how could she possibly compete head-on with Charles' abnormal physique?

So even though she had drunk countless times with Charles, she had never been drunk. Sometimes in Charles' eyes she was so drunk that she started to gurgle and spit bubbles like a fish in a fish tank, but she was actually pretending.

Is it open?

This is the power of magic. Magic is magical, right?

And today's victory - there is no doubt that with the help of magic, the one who can have the last laugh can only be her.

Lacie thought proudly, put away her wand, and sat obediently in the wheelchair waiting for Charles to come back.

Perhaps worried that she was getting impatient, Charles returned to the small round table not long after.

He placed two bottles of wine on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite Rachel.

"This is the signature wine of this tavern," Charles whispered, "The boss recommended it to me. Although it may not be as good as the elves' aged wine..."

Lacey thought to herself that this was all nonsense.

That is the elves' aged wine. Even if you look at the entire Pan-Continent, it is probably a top-notch wine. Diesel is just a tiny country. No matter what, its winemaking technology can never compare with that of the elves.

In fact, she thought the tavern was successful just because its drinks tasted acceptable.

As long as you are mentally prepared to be at the bottom of the valley, then no matter where you go, it will be considered as ascending - so Lacier waved her hand nonchalantly and said:

"Oh, it doesn't matter what kind of wine it is, it doesn't matter! Fill it up for me!"

She slammed the wine glass that Charles brought on the table.

Charles nodded and said "OK", then uncorked a bottle of wine and poured the amber liquid into Rachel's glass.

—But only half a cup.

Lacey was a little unhappy.

She thought to herself, how dare you look down on her... But even if you look down on her, you shouldn't look down on the spell that has already taken effect on her, right?

Now with the blessing of magic, she is invincible at the drinking table!

So she patted the table lightly and said dissatisfiedly:

"Didn't I tell you? Fill it up! Do you know what a full fill means?!"

As she spoke, she simply snatched the bottle of wine from Charles' hand because she felt that Charles was too slow. She first leaned over, flared her nose, and sniffed the smell very cutely. Then she smacked her lips in satisfaction, shook her head like an old drunkard, and made some sharp comments. Finally, she took Charles' wine glass, put it together with her own glass, and poured two full glasses of wine while ensuring that the liquid levels were level.

She handed over Ciel's glass and took up her own.

"Touch one?"

She glanced at Charles and asked.

Charles, who had just picked up the wine glass, was stunned.

But perhaps Lacele didn't intend to get an answer from Charles. On the contrary, she pushed herself up from the wheelchair, clinked glasses with Charles, then sat back down and gulped down half a glass of wine.

The effect of the spell was to prevent Lacie from getting drunk, but it did not allow her to ignore the stimulation and burning sensation of the liquor.

So the witch couldn't help but cough twice, then stuck out her pink little tongue and said in an unclear voice:

"So... so choking..."

Perhaps it's because people's physiques cannot be generalized. In any case, Charles doesn't have this feeling.

He quietly finished the wine in his glass, then suddenly stood up, left Rachel and walked towards the counter.

"?"

Lacele didn't know where he was going, but she was too lazy to ask - until Charles appeared beside her again a short while later and handed her a glass of water.

"..."

Lacie took the glass of water with a delicate mood, lowered her head, and took a small sip.

The clean water quickly dispelled the slight discomfort in the mouth and esophagus, but at the same time, a new discomfort appeared in Rachel's chest - it was difficult for her to explain what that feeling was. Obviously, when she appeared as a priest before, Charles also cared about her as much as he did now - but now she is a witch. Theoretically, Charles should not know her true identity yet.

So now... she actually felt a little... a little unhappy.

"It's really weird."

Lacie couldn't help but mutter this in her heart.

She was obviously the priest and the witch, but she actually had such a strange idea...

"If Ciel is truly loyal to the priest, then why is he being so gentle to me now?"

"Does it count as...cheating?"

Once such thoughts arise, they are like an avalanche that cannot be stopped.

Lacele lowered her head, pretending to look at the wine glass in front of her, but in fact she was secretly glancing at Charles out of the corner of her eye.

“It doesn’t make sense,” she thought. “Although I didn’t create that body, Charles should have tested it. His forbidden spell is ineffective against it, so this should clear my suspicion…”

She felt that her disguise was not perfect, but at least it was impeccable.

She really couldn't figure out how Charles could discover her true identity - so the best Charles could do about her was to be suspicious.

What's the point of doubting? Since there's no way to prove it, then can't she just make it up?

But she quickly thought, since Charles might still be suspicious of her, could he be testing her?

can you?

Lacele glanced at Charles' face out of the corner of her eye for a moment and felt that the possibility was not very high - but after all, it couldn't be said that there was no possibility at all. After all, this might involve the principle of whether she would be penetrated, so she couldn't be careless.

In this case, what should she do in the face of Charles' temptation?

Lacely really hated to use her brain, but if she chose to lie down without using her brain at this moment, that would be really bad.

But she couldn't think of any reliable ideas...

After hesitating and struggling for a long time, she suddenly thought of something.

Damn it, how about having a fight with Charles?

Charles tested her? Great! Then she tested Charles too!

Charles wanted to know if she was a priest, didn't she? Then she would tell Charles loudly - leaning close to his ear, shouting at the top of her voice, into his eardrum - that photo was not her!

Charles is good in every way except that she is too honest. Honest people are easy to be bullied. Even though Charles has awakened now, it won't work. Her true nature is there. As long as she doesn't do anything excessive, Charles can't do anything to her.

So, after inexplicably becoming jealous of herself as a witch, as a priest, Lacelle decided to give Charles a taste of his own medicine.

But how to test it?

Lacie raised her hand unconsciously and bit her nails gently as she thought.

Should she do the most classic seduction? Or should she just turn into a green tea girl and let her good brother enjoy the top tea art of the pure and cute little green tea girl? Or should she turn into a bad woman and let Charles become her dog?

Jie Jie.

Miss Witch couldn't help but curl her lips.

She has too many spicy cards in her hand.

[To be continued]

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21. So you are

As they clinked glasses, they finished both bottles of wine.

For some reason, Lacie felt that the wine today was particularly strong and had a very high alcohol content.

This shouldn't be the case.

Obviously, they drank similar wine in Kangkel before.

The ale was crudely made, but cheap. A quarter of a silver coin would buy half a barrel, enough for her and Charles to drink from dusk till dawn.

Of course, the alcohol content of this wine is very low. To Rachel, who has tasted liquor from another world, it would be better to call it wheat juice rather than wine.

There is no way around it. Although distillation technology has long been popular in developed countries such as Victoria, Diesel, a backward and poor country bordering Victoria, has not yet benefited from the glory of technological progress.

At least in the tavern where she is now, it is still difficult to find a strong liquor produced through the distillation process on the wine list written in chalk on the small blackboard at the counter.

But this is even stranger.

Lacie raised her head and gulped down the last sip of wine in the glass. Then, dazedly, she stared at the remaining turbid yellow wine at the bottom of the glass with one eye wide open and the other small, and then began to shake her head like a rattle.

She tried to drive the groggy feeling of drunkenness out of her head, but she failed.

On the contrary, after shaking her head vigorously like a free fighter for a while, Lacie's eyes were full of stars.

But fortunately, she at least remained conscious.

"What's going on?" She couldn't help but think, "Isn't it that Charles is the worst, but I am?"

So the witch subconsciously turned her head and looked at the hero.

The hero was obviously not drunk.

He still sat there quietly, like a surveillance camera, always focusing his eyes intently on the entrance of the pub.

Charles was waiting for Mad John to fall into his trap.

The lights in the pub were dim, and they were in the darkest corner, so the man's face was not very clear, half of it was submerged in the darkness, and the other half was illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

His expression was serious, his iron-gray eyes were deep and dark, his facial lines were as rigid and firm as the impression he gave people, his skin was slightly rough from being weathered, the stubble that had originally appeared on his lips and chin had been shaved off, but it still had a faint bluish hue.

He hadn't had time to trim his hair, so compared to his original neat short hair, his hair now looked a little long, messy and sloppy, with a few strands still sticking out unruly, adding a bit of desolation and vicissitudes to their owner.

Although Charles was not very old, only in his early twenties, when he sat with Rachel, Rachel felt that she should call Charles uncle.

Obviously, Lacier should be older.

"When did this guy become like this?" Lacele tilted her head and stared at Charles, thinking, "He looked like a young boy before..."

He has short hair and always has a smile on his face. He is silly, heartless, and easy to deceive. He almost has the words "I am a hero" written on his face. Although he will show a reassuring and reliable expression to his companions when facing danger, most of the time, at least in Lacier's eyes, he is more like a beam of pure and flawless sunshine, warm and cheerful.

But now this ray of sunlight has inexplicably turned into moonlight.

He stayed there quietly, restraining his presence so that almost no one could notice it, and just did what he was supposed to do. He was no longer as loud and noisy as before, always spreading light and warmth around.

He was still pure and innocent, but he had become much colder. Even when Laciel stood beside him, she could hardly feel his warmth and cheerfulness.

He no longer has a smile on his face, and now he is more accustomed to treating people with silence and caution.

"..."