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

It wasn't until Lacie couldn't help but sigh, "Are all you Diesel people so enthusiastic?" that he said "Huh?" and asked Lacie who else was so enthusiastic besides him.

When he learned that the answer was Crazy John, he suddenly smiled bitterly.

Then the old man began to whisper to the two of them about his bad decision -

"I shouldn't have thought of opening a hotel in Diesel! You two are from outsiders and don't know what the situation is like in Diesel... Sigh, Diesel is poor, and there are hardly any outsiders willing to come here to do business. There are also no attractions worth seeing."

"It was fine a few years ago. You two know that our Diesel is right next to the Sea of ​​Forests. Back then, relying on the Sea of ​​Forests, we were able to be self-sufficient. But now..."

The old man was groping for the room key at the counter, muttering sadly:

"Now there's suddenly a Victoria next to our Diesel, who also makes a living by relying on the Sea of ​​Forest. Whatever we sell, Victoria also sells. But that damn Empire... no matter what it is, they always sell it cheaper than us and with better quality. What do you think we should do?"

As he spoke, he began to curse Victoria's overbearing behavior. Finally, he became so excited that he raised his voice as if someone had stepped on his toes:

"A few days ago, I heard that a Victorian got drunk in the pub next door and made wild remarks, saying that Victoria would soon swallow up our Diesel!"

"That damn Victorian bandit actually dared to speak nonsense in our Diesel's tavern. Ha, I heard that right after he got drunk, he was surrounded and beaten up by a group of workers who had just finished work. I don't know how many bones he broke. Bah, he deserved it!"

Lacie felt that the old gentleman was probably just blinded by anger. At a time like this, she must not provoke him anymore. She should just go along with him and say yes, yes, yes.

Just as she came to this conclusion, she heard Charles next to her suddenly ask:

"But Diesel being swallowed by Victoria isn't necessarily a bad thing, right?"

After hearing this, Lacie's blood pressure suddenly soared.

She thought to herself, is he crazy? Isn't it just rubbing salt into someone's wounds to say such things at this time?

But to her surprise, the hot-tempered old man seemed extremely restrained in the face of Charles's rude remarks.

He just frowned, looked up at Charles for a moment, and found that Charles was not deliberately offending him, but was really curious.

Perhaps because Charles was a stranger and would be staying at his hotel tonight, the old man patiently explained to Charles:

"The current emperor of our Diesel is the greatest and most benevolent emperor in the entire Pan-Continent. Not only me, but no one in the entire Diesel will betray him. This is an indisputable fact. If you don't believe me, you can go to the street and ask around tomorrow!"

Charles was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Even if you are annexed by Victoria, maybe you will have a better life?"

There was something wrong with the old man's expression.

His expression became serious, and a light that was difficult to look at lit up in his gray-brown eyes.

"Even so," he said firmly, "no Diesel will betray our king, our emperor!"

As he said this, he paused there, trying to straighten his hunched back, looking fearlessly at the brave man who was younger, taller, and much stronger than him, and said solemnly:

"You are insulting my loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor - you must apologize for this!"

Lacele noticed that his hands hanging at both sides of his body were trembling slightly, but his expression remained firm and his back was still straight.

For some reason, Lacele even felt that the old man in front of her was ready to defend the majesty of the emperor with his life, but this... was really a bit exaggerated, wasn't it? How did the emperor manage to make the owner of any random hotel so loyal and fanatical to him?

Rachel suddenly developed a strong interest in the Emperor Diesel, whom she and Charles had not yet had the chance to visit.

At this moment, she heard Charles apologize to the old man:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have the audacity to ask such an impolite question... I'm just a little curious about what kind of person the emperor you mentioned is, and what kind of things he has done to deserve all the Diesel people to follow him to the death..."

The old man was a little surprised to hear this. Obviously, he didn't expect Charles to apologize to him so straightforwardly.

But since Charles apologized, his attitude quickly softened and he returned to his original easy-going self.

Perhaps he also wanted to spread his faith to the outsiders, the greatest and most loving emperor of their Diesel, so he cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and said to Charles:

"That's because of him..."

Charles and Rachel were looking forward to his answer, but for some reason, the old man was stuck like an old tape recorder.

There was a flash of obvious confusion in his expression, but soon it was replaced by loyalty and determination.

"I... don't remember," the old man raised his hand and tapped his head, a little annoyed, "People always forget things when they get older... But that should be a very important thing, how could I forget it?"

He finished talking to himself, raised his head, and said to Charles with an apologetic look:

"I'm really sorry, but I really forgot what His Majesty the Emperor had done for Diesel. But I can assure you that our King of Diesel is definitely the greatest, most generous, and most loving emperor in the entire Pan-Continent!"

"..."

Charles said nothing, just nodded.

Then he agreed with the old gentleman and promised the old gentleman that after leaving the hotel tomorrow, he would definitely go and ask other Diesel people about the emperor's deeds.

The atmosphere finally slowly eased.

The talkative old gentleman led them to the room and started chatting with them about all sorts of things.

For example, the local customs and culture of Diesel, and what is so hateful about Victoria...

As they chatted, the old man suddenly glanced at the badge hanging on Rachel's cloak and continued:

"Come to think of it, from the moment I saw you two, I felt that the badge on your cloak looked familiar - what is this symbol? I think my inn received a guest with the exact same badge a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, Lacier subconsciously asked:

"Guests? What kind of guests?"

The old man's not-so-good memory was surprisingly reliable at this time. He frowned and recalled for a while, then replied:

"A young man, wearing a nice white robe - I remember he told me he was from the White Tower..."

"Oh!"

As he spoke, he slapped his head and remembered something:

"By the way, the day he left the hotel, he told me that he was going to see His Majesty the Emperor."

[To be continued]

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28. Defeat the Sex Maniac

The owner of the inn, the always chattering old man, told the witch and the hero that His Majesty the Emperor of Diesel was the greatest, most generous and most loving king in the entire Pan-Continent.

"I guarantee it! No Diesel will betray him!"

He even asserted it so proudly.

Then, out of the blue, Charles asked:

"So, Crazy John, who wanted to assassinate him, didn't betray him either?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this.

His lips trembled for a long time and the muscles in his cheeks twitched. He struggled for a long time but couldn't think of how to answer.

Finally, he could only say dejectedly:

"Crazy John... Logically speaking, he shouldn't have betrayed the Emperor. But why... why did he want to assassinate the Emperor?"

Lacier was keenly aware of the word "most", so she subconsciously asked:

"'Most'? Do you mean that there is some kind of extraordinary relationship between Crazy John and His Majesty the Emperor?"

The old man hesitated, then looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping nearby, then he lowered his voice and said:

"I heard this from others, and I don't know whether it is true or not. It is said that before Crazy John went crazy, he was the most valued minister of His Majesty."

After saying this, he quickly shook his head, a look of disdain on his face:

"But in my opinion, this must be a rumor! If Crazy John is really a minister of His Majesty, then he, who serves His Majesty, must be able to feel His Majesty's greatness, generosity and kindness better than ordinary people like us! If that's the case, then he has no reason to betray His Majesty. This doesn't make sense at all!"

This time, neither the witch nor the hero responded to him.

In order to dig out more information, they both chose to follow the old man's words and expressed their agreement with his remarks.

But the result disappointed them.

They got no more useful information from the old gentleman.

But at least they got the key to the room from the old gentleman.

Two handles, corresponding to two adjacent guest rooms.

They each had a room.

Lacele opened the door with her key and turned around to find Charles standing in front of his guest room, staring at her.

The man's expression was slightly hesitant.

Based on past experience, Lacie guessed that Charles probably wanted to say good night to her.

So she curled the corners of her mouth and smiled at Charles, then without waiting for Charles' response, she walked into the guest room and closed the door.

Hehe, wanna say goodnight?

It's impossible!

She won't give Charles a chance!

After that, Lacie looked at the furnishings in the guest room.

How should I put it? It fits her impression of Diesel.

Although the style is a bit old-fashioned and the decoration is simple, it can't be compared with her little nest, but it's still acceptable.

At least the bed was soft enough and the bathroom had hot water and a bathtub.

This was already a surprise for Lacie.

After all, the scholars in the White Tower have not yet developed a decent cleaning spell.

Magic power has no thoughts, and cannot accurately distinguish what should be removed and what should be retained. Moreover, a similar effect can be achieved through a simple combination of "water magic-magic control".

Even putting all this aside, Lacie still felt that taking a hot bath was a very pleasant thing.

So she hummed a little tune, filled the bathtub with hot water, took off her clothes, stepped into the bathtub, slowly sank her body into the hot water, and then let out a comfortable and contented sigh.

After soaking for a while and feeling that it was about time, Lacie lazily raised her hand, took out her magic wand, and summoned a water mirror.

With the help of this water mirror, she can look at her current appearance.

Her silver hair was wet and fell softly in strands, her cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful blue eyes were misty and she squinted lazily. Her originally white skin became white and rosy because of the hot water. She looked delicate, fragrant and delicious.

Lacey thought to herself, OK, OK! This is exactly what I want!

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So she stood up, dried her body slightly with a towel, and deliberately did not completely dry her hair, leaving just the right amount of dampness, then took out a loose nightgown from her personal space and put it on.

Now we can set off...right?

Lacie suddenly hesitated again.

She looked at the water mirror again, lifted her skirt slightly towards it, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

But... this time it wasn't caused by fumigation with hot water.

The witch lady suddenly sighed, let down her skirt, and an expression of struggle appeared on her delicate little face.

To wear or not to wear, that is the question.

But... it should be okay, right? That guy Charles shouldn't be so brave as to... do that?

Perhaps she was thinking of some paid content that was not suitable for children, her cheeks became redder and her eyes became more vague.

To be on the safe side, it seems that I should do it...but if not, it seems quite exciting...very exciting, but I don’t know if it will become too exciting.

Lacey suddenly pursed her lips.

Then, as if possessed by a guilty conscience, she peered for a moment across the wall at Charles's room.

"I don't know if the walls of this hotel are thick or not, or how good the sound insulation is..."

But then she thought again, no matter how thick the walls of the hotel were and how good the sound insulation was, as a brave man, Charles would probably still be able to detect any unusual noises in her room through his keen perception.

"How about letting that guy hear it on purpose?"

The moment this thought came to her mind, Lacie felt that she was being too unfaithful to her husband and was not really a good woman.

And it was too scary. What on earth was wrong with her? How could she have such a strange idea?