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

When she changed her skirt and came to Lao Deng shyly to show it to him, Lao Deng blurted out a series of compliments, such as beautiful and lovely.

Rachel had never been called cute. She found it strange. How could anyone think a tough guy like her was cute? Was that a word that could be used to describe her? Shouldn't she be strong? At the very least, she should be firm and reliable, right?

Maybe Lao Deng was just teasing her on purpose.

At least that's what Lacie thought.

After all, even Charles, who had been with her for three years, had never said that she was cute.

Thinking of this, Lacie's mood became complicated.

She lowered her head and glanced at the coat that originally belonged to Charles and which she had subconsciously put on when she left the tavern.

This coat is very old.

Rachel remembered that when she first joined the Brave Team three years ago, Charles was wearing this coat.

And today, three years later, she is wearing this coat.

It was large, thick and warm. It seemed to have been washed too many times and had faded slightly. The edges had turned white and there were a few patches scattered on it - they were sewn on by Lacie herself. She had even learned hand sewing for this purpose. Although her skills were not superb, they were definitely presentable. At least the patches did not look out of place at all.

Even Rachel herself thought she was like a superman.

In order to take revenge on Charles, she improved her healing spells, learned hand sewing, and raised her cooking skills to the level of a master chef...

She told herself that this was all so that when Charles lost her it would be more painful and he would drop more little pearls.

But now, wearing Charles's coat and tightly wrapped in the man's scent, Lacie suddenly felt a little confused.

She pursed her lips involuntarily and gently pinched the cuff of her coat.

"Do I really...really want to do so much to get revenge on that guy?"

The thought came over me like a tide.

Just like Lu Zhishen at the end of his life, at the end of the story, he arrived at the Liuhe Temple where he was destined to go. Listening to the tide signals booming like war drums in the Qiantang River in the distance, he could not help but think of the two verses that his master had given him long ago:

"Listen to the tide and be round; see the faith and be quiet."

Suddenly, this monk who had been fighting and killing all his life had a blessing.

Then he bathed, changed his clothes, wrote a hymn, burned some good incense, sat cross-legged in meditation, and from then on passed away in Nirvana.

"He has never done good deeds in his life, but only loves to kill and set fires. Suddenly, the golden rope is untied, and the jade lock is ripped open here——"

"what!"

"The Qiantang River Bridge has received a sign of the tide. Today I know who I am."

Lacey suddenly shuddered slightly.

Ciel, who was pushing the wheelchair, noticed it and asked subconsciously:

"Are you cold?"

After all, the nights in early spring are still cold, and it will probably take some time for it to warm up, otherwise not all the guests who come to the pub to drink would be wrapped in thick coats.

However, in response to Charles's concern, Lacier simply replied indifferently:

"You should...take care of yourself first."

Her tone was rather unfriendly, revealing a sense of alienation that kept people at a distance.

"..."

Charles didn't know how he had offended Lacie, so he could only say "Oh" awkwardly and said nothing more.

Then silence returned between them again.

The streets of Diesel were like this late at night. Even the drunk guests in the bar had gone home. There was no living person in sight. There was only the cold moonlight. The few trees beside the street were bare of leaves. All the lights were turned off, leaving only the large dark houses.

The wheelchair beneath them gently rolled over the stone-paved road, occasionally crushing a few shriveled and dehydrated leaves, and a series of rustling sounds were heard. At the same time, there was a slight sound of wind, humming softly, swirling past the witch and the hero, bringing them a gust of coolness, and then went straight to the other end of the street.

Lacey didn't feel cold at all.

With just a small constant temperature spell that doesn't even consume much magic power, she can free herself from the influence of the external environment.

But there is a kind of cold called... Charles felt she was cold.

Perhaps because he felt that she was dressed too lightly, Charles took off his coat and covered her with it.

That guy is always like this.

Gentle or not? He was so gentle and considerate that when she choked on her ale, he would get up and ask the waiter at the counter to get her a glass of water.

This is really...

"It's annoying!"

Lacie thought about it, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, lowered her eyes, and stared at her cuffs in a trance.

Charles's coat is very comfortable to wear, but is this coat... really for her?

I'm afraid not?

If Charles had guessed her true identity and recognized that she was the priest in disguise, then there was no doubt that Charles' coat was for "her".

Rachel Charlotte.

The priest she played.

From the beginning to the end, Charles only liked the priest, not her, the witch.

Laceel has always been a pure love war god. She never does things that make others look good, even if it's just to show off herself - shabby! Too shabby, contrary to the philosophy that she has always adhered to as a pure love war god!

Of course, what Niu said was strange, wasn't it? If it were any other time, she would have burst out laughing... But now, for some reason, she couldn't be happy at all, and even felt an indescribable weirdness and...

bitter.

She bit her lip again, stared at her sleeves for a while, lowered her eyes, and thought, why the hell?

Why one day, she would...

Would I envy myself, who she considers to be a "fake"?

This was an almost indisputable fact, and she couldn't deceive herself, but she didn't want to be like this, and she didn't want to admit it!

So she decided to give Charles the coat she was wearing - and in fact she did so, she took off the coat resolutely, pressed the armrest of the wheelchair, and said:

"Stop first."

Although Ciel didn't know what she was going to do, he still stopped obediently.

The wheelchair stopped moving, and Lacie was able to stand up, turn her head, and look at Charles, but she looked away the moment her eyes met his.

"Back to you!"

She said, throwing the coat to Ciel.

Charles reacted quickly and caught the coat immediately, but he didn't understand why Rachel suddenly gave the coat back to him, and he wanted to ask.

But Laciel didn't give him a chance to speak.

“Put it on!”

The witch's voice became dry, somewhat stiff and sluggish. She did not dare to look the hero in the eye, but only whispered to him:

"You...you're wearing such thin clothes, aren't you afraid of getting cold...cold?!"

After saying this, she felt a little depressed again:

"I clearly had a plan for the cut, but why did it end up being nonsense?"

The witch thought about it and couldn't help gritting her teeth.

[To be continued]

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27. Audience with the Emperor

Crazy John will not return the cane that belonged to the old investigator to them until tomorrow.

So where should they spend the night before that?

"Do you want to go back to the Sea of ​​Forest?" asked Charles.

Laceier did not answer.

Charles was a little embarrassed.

He didn't know why Lacie didn't want to pay attention to him. His voice was obviously quite loud and Lacie must have heard it.

Are you angry?

He had similar experiences, although he still couldn't understand why Rachel was inexplicably angry.

Girls may always get angry for all kinds of mysterious reasons. This is what Joseph told him from experience. But Joseph doesn't actually have a girlfriend, so his words are not very credible and can only be regarded as theoretical talk at best.

Although Joseph has a sister.

But as we all know, a sister is a creature that should not be treated as a woman by any brother.

Since the military advisor is unreliable, Charles can only choose to fend for himself.

He remembered that Joseph's sister, Sissi, once mentioned to him by chance that girls need to be coaxed.

No matter what, Xirui and Lacier are both girls, and girls' opinions are always better than unreliable military advisors.

So Ciel hesitated, tried to soften his tone, and said:

"You don't want to go back? How about we find a hotel here?"

He himself didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but to Laci's ears, it was a huge problem.

What do you mean?

Is Ciel inviting her to... compete in bed?

But she quickly realized that this was impossible. If the innocent little virgin dared to invite her to have sex with him, she would definitely go. The question was, would Charles dare?

Rather than believing that Charles dared to do such a thing, it would be better to believe that she was Qin Shi Huang.

So she agreed without thinking:

"Okay."

Let’s compete in bed together, who’s afraid of who?

You better dare to book only one room!

She even took the initiative to provide information to Charles:

"I remember there's a hotel nearby. It's not far ahead. You can see it when you turn the corner."

Charles responded with an "hmm", then pushed her and headed in the direction she indicated.

The two quickly turned the intersection and saw the inn.

It was already very late, and the door of the inn was tightly shut. Charles even felt that there might be no one awake inside.

But he still walked over and knocked on the door gently:

"anyone there?"

No one answered.

Charles knocked twice more patiently, and finally a sleepy voice came from the other side of the door:

"There's...someone! Please don't worry, I'll be right over!"

Following a sound of messy footsteps, someone came over and opened the door of the hotel from the inside.

A bald old man stuck his head out. He looked at Charles, then at Rachel who was sitting in a wheelchair, with a puzzled look on his face:

"Who are you two?"

Ciel went up to him and answered the question with a simple question:

"Is there any vacant room?"

The old man immediately realized that they wanted to stay in the hotel, so he smiled and said:

"Yes, yes. Please follow me, both of you."

After saying that, he even approached the two of them quite attentively and asked if they needed his help in pushing the wheelchair. He did not feel embarrassed at all after being rejected, and still enthusiastically introduced the differences between the various rooms in the hotel to the two of them.