Maggie turned her head and saw a handsome face that seemed out of place in the atmosphere of the cemetery, bright and sunny like a prince.
Harlan gripped the edge of the door, his long, slender, white fingers possessing an unusual beauty against the black fence. He stopped the woman from closing the door, his face full of apology.
"Sorry, I got lost by accident, but luckily I found you."
Once he shed his knight's attire, he had a sunny and handsome face, looking like an innocent nobleman who had wandered into a cemetery.
"Miss, do you know each other?"
The woman turned her head, her face asking a question.
"...."
Maggie and Harlan looked into each other's eyes, and she could only see the sincerity in his eyes, without the slightest trace of pretense.
If Maggie hadn't known his true nature, she would almost have been fooled by him.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, including the moonstone on her body. Finally, Maggie smiled and nodded to the woman.
"Yes, they are friends."
Although Harlan's purpose is unknown, he is at least not an enemy. In this treacherous cemetery, having one more ally is better than having one more enemy.
"Then please come in."
The woman had no suspicion and opened the door again, stepping aside to let Harlan in.
After Harlan entered the courtyard, he turned around and bowed deeply to the woman to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, Madam, for allowing us to stay the night."
Maggie watched his performance quietly and gave Harlan's acting a five-star rating, saying that he was completely unrecognizable as a former knight.
and.....
He didn't even wear white gloves today. Is he willing to tolerate even being a germaphobe to achieve his goal?
“No one has visited this manor for a long time. I have been lonely for too long since my husband died. Your stay here adds some life to the manor. There is no need to thank me.”
The woman waved her hands in front of her chest, a faint look of nostalgia appearing on her gentle face. However, her voice, as she spoke, carried a slightly ethereal quality, which inexplicably created an eerie atmosphere in the gloomy and oppressive manor.
"There are no servants in this manor; I manage everything myself. You'll have to take care of the food yourselves."
The woman pointed to the house in front of her as she spoke, her tone somewhat embarrassed.
"Such a large estate, with only Madam living there, is it too much of a burden for her?"
Maggie didn't know if the woman was human or ghost, but she had no choice but to continue the conversation for the sake of the information.
"Alas, none of the servants I hired wanted to stay long, complaining that the manor was too cold and remote. I didn't want to leave the place filled with memories of my husband, so I had no choice but to continue living alone."
The woman's expression grew increasingly melancholy, and when she spoke of 'servant,' her voice suddenly became indistinct, subtly shrouding the room in an unsettling atmosphere.
"Your husband would be very touched if he knew."
Harlan interjected at the opportune moment, interrupting Maggie's attempt to extract more information, and sincerely praised the woman.
"Really? I hope it's the same as you said."
When she spoke of her deceased husband, a faint happiness appeared on the woman's face, making her seem as if she and her husband were very much in love.
"?"
Maggie really wanted to ask Harlan what he was up to, but she had to suppress the urge in the current situation. Fighting on someone else's turf was not a good thing.
"You can just call me Mrs. Kerry. The second floor is the original guest room, which is quite clean. I hope you have a comfortable stay."
After Mrs. Klee finished speaking, she turned around and continued watering the flowers she hadn't finished watering, her leisurely and comfortable posture truly resembling that of a solitary noblewoman.
Maggie's gaze fell on the flowers, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with them.
Apart from....
The flowers she planted.
Maggie immediately noticed that there were a few wraith flowers mixed in among them, which occasionally flickered with a faint blue light, looking beautiful and charming, even more beautiful than ordinary flowers.
Flowers that bloom in hell, feeding on souls, are naturally very beautiful.
"Let's go, Miss Linda."
Harlan walked over to Maggie and gentlemanly extended his arm, gesturing for Maggie to place her hand on his.
Miss Linda?
Maggie was surprised that Harlan had even prepared a fake identity for her. It seems he had been planning this all along, and today's events were definitely not a coincidence.
The scene seemed familiar, yet Maggie still chose not to touch him.
"good."
Maggie smiled nonchalantly, casually placing her arm around his shoulder, and walked into the house with him in a familiar manner.
Pushing open the decaying wooden door, one is greeted by a red carpet extending up a tall staircase, with a portrait of a man dressed in aristocratic attire hanging in the center.
Looking up, Maggie froze at first glance. The man in the portrait had blond hair, a bloody mark on his neck, empty eyes filled with bloody tears, and the skin on his hands was bluish-purple.
Harlan, however, seemed oblivious, his expression remaining dignified and elegant. Without pausing, he led Maggie step by step up the stairs to the room on the second floor that Mrs. Kerry had mentioned.
Maggie also forced herself to suppress her fear and, with a ladylike demeanor, stepped up the stairs one by one.
Near the doorway, Harun suddenly spoke.
"We're staying here tonight, my dear fiancée."
Harlan's address made Maggie gasp for breath, and she felt her blood rush to her head. She never expected that the fake identity Harlan had set up was actually his unmarried lover.
However, Maggie can't afford to fall out with Harlan right now, since Harlan is the strongest fighter among the four of them.
At the beginning of the comic, apart from Harun being a high-ranking paladin, only the human form of the Sky God was slightly stronger, but this was mainly due to racial advantages. That being's human form was an evil dragon, which was hundreds of times stronger than humans in every aspect.
"Fiancé, what should I call you?"
Maggie gave a forced smile.
“Miss Linda, is it a bit rude of you to forget your fiancé’s name? You may call me Don.”
Harlan made a lighthearted joke to Maggie in an ambiguous tone, which no one would doubt.
They were a couple who came together through a noble marriage, and perhaps their interactions after meeting also fostered some romantic feelings.
"Okay, Dorn."
Maggie was acting along with Harlan when, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure flashing past behind Harlan.
She was about to raise her hand to remind Harlan when he quickly grabbed her arm and placed it on his chest. His tall body bent down slightly, and he whispered in her ear.
"Perhaps we can go to the room and talk."
The words sounded so intimate they bordered on flirtatious, but Maggie quickly understood what he meant. It seemed she couldn't speak carelessly in the hallway, or someone hiding in the shadows might overhear her.
"Dorn, you're being a little too hasty."
Maggie smiled. If you're going to act, you have to go all the way. If Harlan is so uninhibited, why can't she?
The two of them reluctantly entered the room and got very close.
Nesser and Perkin exchanged a glance, hesitating as if unsure whether to follow him in, and then...
Maggie's arm reached out from the room and pulled the two of them inside.
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