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“Take off your clothes!”
“I said, take off your clothes!”
Liszt’s brain completely froze. The demand immediately made him think of some embarrassing things. Was this witch’s mind broken?
Even though many witches in legends are described as promiscuous and shameless, disregarding human decency, isn’t it too desperate to do such things at this moment?
Sister, there are people outside searching for you! Do you think a simple change of clothes will let you escape? Aren’t you being too optimistic?
Seeing Liszt stunned, the witch, with her charming yet icy face, showed a look of urgency. She raised her hand and pressed the dagger back against Liszt’s neck, scolding, “Didn’t you hear what I said?”
“I’ll take it off! I’ll take it off, okay?”
He began to take off his clothes.
“Yes, yes! I’m hurrying.”
The witch’s face across from him turned red, and after hesitating for a moment, she also began to take off her clothes.
Is this for real? Watching the other person reveal more and more skin, Liszt’s nostrils flared with excitement; he had never been this close to a woman before!
I never imagined my first time would be under these circumstances…
Just when both were down to their last pieces of modesty, a loud banging on the door echoed.
“Open up! Open the door!”
The two stopped their actions, and Liszt gave the witch a bitter smile: “The Purification Squad is here.”
Without a word, the witch grabbed Liszt’s arm, pulled him down onto the bed, and then climbed on top…
At that moment, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, and several imposing figures rushed in.
The high-pitched scream of the woman almost resonated through the entire inn.
“Scoundrel! Base! Shameless!”
The woman beside him, looking utterly humiliated and angry, grabbed the blanket to tightly cover her body. Her eyes watery, it looked like she was about to cry. Ɽ
What the members of the Purification Squad saw were the scattered clothes on the floor and the man and woman tangled together on the bed.
The eye-soring scene made a young man in the lead blush and turn his head away.
An older man behind him glanced at the couple on the bed and scanned the room before waving his hand and saying, “Hmph! Such degeneracy! Let’s search the next room!”
Someone objected: “Shouldn’t we interrogate them?”
“The hair color doesn’t match, don’t waste time, move to the next room.”
Then the group hurriedly left.
Liszt quickly jumped down, ran to the door, and closed it.
He listened carefully through the door panel, as those people were forcefully knocking on the neighboring room’s door.
“We… um, you seem to be alright now…”
He breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat grateful, and turned back to the witch.
She was already off the bed and getting dressed.
Smiling awkwardly, Liszt also picked up his clothes to dress, feeling clever for doing so.
Hey, the feeling just now wasn’t bad. If only that so-called Purification Squad had come a bit later.
The witch had resumed her cold demeanor, her gaze complex as she glanced at him.
The witch spoke, “You go to sleep first, I’ll stay for a while longer.”
Her tone was much softer than before.
If spoken nicely, it’s quite pleasant, Liszt thought.
“No, no, no. You rest on the bed,” he said ingratiatingly, his life still in someone else’s hands.
“Just get on the bed and stop talking nonsense,” the witch’s eyebrows raised again.
“Yes, yes, I’m getting on the bed, don’t be angry.”
Liszt hurriedly jumped onto the bed, covering his body with the blanket.
He weakly asked, “What about the antidote?”
“Why the rush? I’ll give it to you once they’re gone.”
“You better keep your word!”
Both fell silent, only hearing the voices of the Purification Squad berating others in different rooms.
Liszt waited anxiously, hoping the Purification Squad would leave soon so he could get the antidote.
However, those guys seemed unusually noisy, never quieting down. Hey, the real witch is in this room, you’ve already missed her.
Gradually feeling his eyelids heavy, Liszt unknowingly drifted into sleep…
After an unknown amount of time, a series of urgent knocks woke Liszt from his slumber. He struggled to open his eyes.
“I actually fell asleep… Achoo!”
“It must be because I got cold when taking off my clothes last night!”
While complaining, he grabbed a piece of paper from the bedside table to wipe his nose, crumpled it, and tossed it into the corner.
He shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness.
“Lady, isn’t it time for the antidote?”
Liszt’s heart sank, and his drowsiness instantly disappeared.
He leapt out of bed and scanned every corner of the room, even opening the wardrobe.
But there was no sign of anyone.
“Ah~~ my antidote!” Liszt panicked.
The knocking sound resumed more urgently, “Hey! Friedrich, what the heck are you doing! It’s me! Open the door.”
His companion’s voice, tinged with impatience, came from outside.
Liszt, in a frenzy, walked to the door and opened it emotionally.
Seeing the sleep in his eyes, his companion said admiringly, “Man, you could sleep through last night’s situation!” Then his expression turned pained: “Ah—those jerks, they took the bracelet I bought for my wife during the search. How will I explain this to the old tigress at home!”
But Liszt wasn’t listening. He suddenly grabbed his companion’s shoulder, startling him.
“Did you see a woman?”
“Yes, a woman! She had chestnut-colored, ear-length hair and was pretty. Have you seen her?”
His companion thought for a moment and shook his head: “No, I haven’t seen any woman here. Since we arrived, it’s been all men.”
“How is that possible? Think again!” Liszt was close to breaking down, gesturing with his hands, “About this tall!”
“No, no! Why are you suddenly asking about a woman?”
“Hahaha!” Liszt didn’t answer his companion’s question. Instead, he held his head in his hands, looking somewhat deranged.
“How is this possible? How could such a person just vanish? My antidote, my antidote…”
Then he suddenly remembered something, “Right! Ask the receptionist! Ask the waiters, they must have seen her.”
Then he hurriedly ran toward the stairs.
Watching Liszt’s frantic departure, his companion shook his head, muttering to himself: “He probably had some dream last night.”
Sigh! Maybe it’s time to take this kid to Flower Street. It’s not often we come to Horn Bay, might as well let him see more of the world.