"It’s not on her?" Soveris looked at Lancelot in confusion, "Are you sure?"
"I left a special spirit mark on that item earlier. I can roughly sense its location." Lancelot shrugged lightly, "Good thing I was cautious. Since the item is still there, we don’t need to hurry. Let’s wait until the wedding party is gone before we go in and retrieve it."
"Uh, you have this feeling too..." The brown-haired Elf revealed an odd expression, "Could it be that even Liches can... do that kind of thing?"
"I don’t know if a Lich can, but that Baroness certainly can." Lancelot nodded seriously, "Since the woman can, the rest are just technical details."
"Alright." Soveris shook his head and smiled wryly, "I hope I never find out what those technical details are exactly. Jamie, Tewar, please follow the party and see where they’re going. Be careful, don’t get too close, just follow from a distance. If anything unusual happens or they turn around, send someone back with the news immediately."
The two Ravens perched on the windowsill nodded at Soveris. Instead of leaving directly through the window, they flapped their wings and disappeared into a vent in the ceiling.
"Let’s wait half an hour. By then, they should be far away." Lancelot moved to a corner of the room, sat cross-legged on the floor, "I’ll rest for a bit."
"Please, go ahead." Eileen, a human woman, shrugged, turned her back to the windowsill, and leaned against the wall, giving Soveris a sidelong glance, "Old village chief, I heard that she’s back?"
"Who?" The Elf’s expression became somewhat unnatural as he asked back.
"You know who I’m talking about." Eileen raised her eyebrows, "Every time you get drunk, we have to hear your story again."
Lancelot decided not to cultivate for now.
"Yes. She’s back." Soveris sighed heavily, "Thanks to Sir Lancelot, otherwise who knows how long she would have suffered…"
"Have you talked to her?"
"We just exchanged greetings briefly, barely spoke... She’s an Undead now, you know that, right?"
"Yes, I also heard that she still looks very beautiful, and death has given her a unique charm..."
"Indeed, her elegance hasn’t faded."
"It must feel strange, right? I mean, although you’ve yearned for her for over a hundred years, deep down you had already thought she was dead. And now she suddenly appears, as stunning as ever, oh! It’s like a dream coming true..."
"We’ve always been living in a nightmare." Soveris shook his head lightly, "Only by breaking the curse on this land can we awaken from this nightmare, and that’s what’s most important right now."
"Hmph." Eileen turned her head away indifferently, "Foolish men."
Lancelot was most worried that the Baroness would turn back, but luckily that didn’t happen. Maybe the bone was just some kind of substitute, and now the Baroness thought she no longer needed it. As soon as half an hour passed, Lancelot got up from the ground, and Soveris, who was resting nearby, immediately turned his head to look at him.
"It’s time to go," Lancelot said to the Elf, "You can wait here."
"I’ll come with you." Soveris suggested, "Eileen just said six skeleton Knights went in, but we only saw four come out. There’ll probably be a fight. It’s always better to have an extra hand. Don’t worry, I’m good with a sword. And if anything unexpected happens and we need to escape, I’m very familiar with the town’s streets. Taking me along will be very useful."
"Really..." Lancelot showed a peculiar smile, "Since you insisted, come on, let’s go. Do you have any way to disguise yourself?"
"Of course." Soveris took out a thin mask from his waist pouch, unfolded it, and stuck it to his face, "How’s this?"
Lancelot stared in surprise, discovering that not only had the Elf’s face changed, but his long pointed ears had also disappeared, transforming him into a middle-aged human male with a wrinkled face and a frail build.
"Perfect." Lancelot gave a thumbs up, "Almost as good as mine, I even feel an urge to report you to the guards."
"I’ll take that as a compliment. How do we get in? Just walk in boldly?"
"Definitely not." Lancelot raised his arm towards him, "Grab my hand. Yes, like that. Ready?"
The Elf nodded. The next second, he felt a strong dizziness, as if the world around him had plunged into water, and the surroundings flickered in a bizarre way. This odd state lasted only for a brief moment, and when normalcy resumed, he found himself standing in the stables of the Wolf King’s Embrace Inn.
"Is this... Flash Technique?" Soveris exclaimed in shock, "You’re a Spellcaster too?"
A strange, yet somewhat familiar, female voice sounded in his ear. He turned his head, eyes instantly widened in surprise — the person he was holding tightly wasn’t a human Knight anymore, but an astonishingly beautiful woman: She had long, wavy black hair and an exquisitely sculpted face like an artwork, her figure was exceptionally exaggerated on top of perfection, and her barely protective metal armor made her appear especially enticing.
Of course, Soveris didn’t miss the antlers on her head, the bat wings on her back, and a whip-like tail. Despite never having seen it before, he immediately recognized what kind of creature it was before him — a Succubus, a demon from the lower planes who tempts the Fallen, born from the primal desires of mortals.
"Have you seen enough..." Another familiar female voice sounded, "Is she really that beautiful?"
The Elf’s neck snapped to the side as if kicked, turning towards the sound source — behind the newly appeared Succubus stood two more beautiful figures, one he knew to be Sir Lancelot’s sister, the Vampire known as Little Issa, and the other one...
The Zombie Princess poked her head out, staring dazedly at Lancelot’s perfect chest for a few seconds before sighing in defeat.
"Fine, I can’t blame you, they are really...big…"