However, I always feel that Sister Loran is a little immature, and it is hard to think of her in the same way as Grandpa Ceres and Uncle Triton.
Luna thought to herself as she looked at Loran Hill walking in front of her.
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When the two returned to the hotel where they were staying, they found that tonight was very unusual.
All the lights in the hall seemed to be out, and a small platform was built in the originally empty corner. The only light shone obliquely on the platform, and a woman with a beautiful figure in a black gauze dress was singing softly on the platform.
The singing was very soft. She held the metal magic speaker, her head slightly tilted, her eyes half-closed, looking at the audience below. One hand was slightly raised, and the lace mesh fingertips gently brushed the air, making people sink into it and feel dazed.
Although she looks like she is only 18-19 years old, the voice of this woman in black dress is slightly lazy and sweet, like a charming beauty, touching people's heartstrings and making the audience below intoxicated.
Although Loran Hill had heard many great singers, both in her past and present lives, and even the moving voice of Vimiya, she had to admit that the singer's voice had a special charm that was captivating, dream-like, and fascinating.
The thirty or so people in the hall, whether they were elves or humans, were standing quietly in the audience at this moment, as if they had lost the ability to think. They stared at the figure on the stage with obsessed eyes, turning with its movements. They had no other thoughts but only wished that the singing could continue forever.
Closing his eyes slightly, not looking at the seductive figure, Loran Hill quietly listened to the lazy and sweet singing, and opened his eyes again after a long time.
At this moment, she discovered that Luna beside her was in the same state as the other audience members, motionless, as if her whole body and mind were attracted by that figure and singing.
The entire hall is like a hazy and blurred dream, so intoxicating and beautiful that people are willing to be intoxicated by it.
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When the last song finally ended, an hour had passed. The candlelight in the hall was lit again at some point, and the audience seemed to have gradually woken up from their drunkenness, sitting back in their seats, and then the noise and talking resumed again.
The singing girl in the black dress and the small stage disappeared like a dream, and everyone seemed to have never realized that anything was wrong. They continued to talk and talk about other things, but occasionally they would feel that the night had passed so quickly.
"Sister Loran, shall we go back to our room and rest first?" Luna asked Loran Hill who was leaning slightly on the chair.
"Luna, are you sleepy so soon? Did we just get back to the hotel?" Loran Hill looked at Luna who was leaning over in front of him, her golden hair wrapped around her face and fell on the lavender and light white collar.
"Uh, I just got back to the hotel. I guess I wandered around for too long last night." Luna looked at the quaint clock on the wall of the lobby with a little confusion, making sure her memory was correct.
"Well, then Luna, go back to sleep."
"Then see you tomorrow, Sister Loran." After saying that, Luna walked away and went to rest first.
Loran Hill remained in the hall until everyone went back to rest, and then before closing time, he returned to the place where the small stage was.
She slowly squatted down and looked at the thin and sparse dust on it. There was no sign of being pressed. After thinking silently for a while, she waved her sleeves gently. A breeze blew through her sleeves, sweeping away the remaining dust.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" The clerk who was packing up and turning off the lights came over and looked at the gentle girl.
"No." The girl shook her head, but continued to ask.
"Do you occasionally invite singers to sing here?"
"No, but sometimes a bard would come over and play some simple music and tell some legends. Only hotels in big cities can afford to hire singers or divas. We're not rich here, so we can't afford that kind of people."
"Hasn't there been one?"
"I think so. At least I haven't seen or heard of it while I was at work." When the clerk saw the beautiful girl asking him, he thought about it seriously for a while, and finally shook his head.
"Okay, I understand." After saying that, Loran Hill prepared to go back to his room upstairs.
"Miss, if you want to listen to music, there's a small theater in town. However, it only has performances every Saturday night. Although it's simple, it can help you kill some time."
It’s Saturday. Loran Hill secretly calculated the time to leave, but he couldn’t wait until that day.
"I see. Thank you."
Back in the room, Loran Hill walked quickly to the head of the bed and picked up the sleeping doll.
"Yixue, wake up."
"What's wrong, Loran?" The ghost doll opened its eyes.
"Have you been in the room since Luna and I left?"
“Yes, what’s the matter?”
"Has anyone special come to the hotel?" Yi Xue is Sequence 8. If someone special comes, she should be able to sense it.
"It seems no one has ever entered this room."
"Is that so..." Loran Hill said slightly disappointedly, then shook his head.
It seems that we won’t be able to find any clues this time.
Who was that girl singing in the hall? Could she be a witch? But she didn't sense any fluctuations of power. If it was a spell, there was no change in mana or magic in the atmosphere and space.
This is not something that can be easily covered up. Now she is a witch wearing a crown. Even if she cannot activate the crown, she is not someone who can be easily deceived. Even if the secret witch Agatha comes back to life, it is difficult to deceive her perception.
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