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Charlotte's mind was still in confusion, one moment he was still fighting with the Calamity Witch and the others, but the next second, he appeared in a completely unfamiliar place.

"Did I fail? or did I succeed?"

Charlotte was completely incomprehensible to what was happening in front of her. Because of the power of death reset, it will inevitably make his judgment incorrect. There are two possibilities for this to happen, one is that he broke through Sylvia's first consciousness defense and entered the second consciousness, and the other is that he failed in the first consciousness defense and death reset him into another timeline illusion.

Exactly which one, because of the lack of basic information, Charlotte can't make a judgment.

He stood for a long time in the night wind, and the wind of the wilderness blew the grass clippings on his face, not cool but cold. This season is supposed to be autumn, and although it is not bitterly cold, the cool breeze is chilling.

Charlotte stood in the night breeze for about a quarter of an hour, and then he took a step towards the sparse light in the distance. In the night wind, only the crumbs of the wild grass blew with the cold wind and struck him in the face.

The lights grew clear in the night, and as I had guessed at first, it was a sparsely populated town. The strangest thing is that there is not even a single patrol guard at the entrance of the town, and it seems that the sheriff in charge of the town does not care about the safety of the townspeople.

Charlotte was full of thoughts, but she kept it all in her heart. He walked through a dark town, which had a small population and most of its inhabitants had fallen asleep. It wasn't until we were about to get to the center of town that I noticed that the taverns and inns on the street were still lit, and this was where the sparse light that Charlotte had seen outside the town came from.

Charlotte enters one of the taverns, only to find that the atmosphere inside is dreary, and when he pushes the door open, the drinkers in the tavern turn their eyes on him. But in just ten seconds, everyone silently drank the wine in their glasses as if they had lost interest.

It seems that every drinker here doesn't have much to talk about, and occasionally a few people talk softly, as if they are afraid of disturbing others. The atmosphere here was obviously different from that of a normal tavern, and Charlotte took advantage of the time to walk to the bar to look around, and soon noticed something unusual.

The drinkers here are clearly not regulars, and they seem to be out of place in the town, like outsiders squeezing into the town, full of pervasive sense of disobedience.

This wasn't the most alarming thing for Charlotte, what really made him feel wrong was that everyone present was alert to leave, not at all like a drinker relaxing in a tavern after a hard day's work. It's more like an agent who completes a mission, and his every move is cautious.

Of course, what really alerted Charlotte was not their attitude, but their muscular force. It is clear that they are all battle-hardened warriors.

Charlotte came to the bar with a puzzled look, and motioned to the bartender unhurriedly, "Get me a stout." ”

"Stout?" the bartender looked confused.

Charlotte knew that there was no concept of dark beer in this era, and there was only ale, so he immediately corrected it, and the bartender was busy for a while and handed him a glass of inferior ale.

As soon as the ale was in her mouth, it had an indescribable sour and astringent taste, but it lifted Charlotte's spirits, and she instantly woke up from the trance she had just had.

His brain was racing, quickly recovering from his previous confusion and trance. He immediately analyzed that the people present were not the townspeople, but one or more organizations that had come to accept a certain mission. Because he didn't cause much alarm when he came in, it's likely that there were multiple organizations present.

Further down, it is clear that the various groups are on a mission that will allow them to gather in the tavern and wait, possibly if they have received a message that the target person will be in the tavern of this town.

So who is that character?

As soon as Charlotte thought of this, the half-door of the tavern was pushed open again, and the night breeze poured into the tavern, and a young man in a black cloak and short blond hair walked into the tavern.

He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a small face that was delicate and handsome, and although his face was expressionless, it was not a nervous statement, but a natural lack of emotion, just a rational observation of everything around him.

Even if he was disguised, Charlotte still chuckled in her heart the moment she saw him. He knew who the young man in front of him was, she was Sylvia in disguise. Although she looks calm now, she has a greenness that she will not have in the future, like a budding flower, delicate and delicate.

And when Sylvia pushed the door open, all eyes in the tavern were on her. Unlike Charlotte's time, this time it only stayed on her for a short moment, and the eyes of the drinkers shifted their direction, which confirmed a certain guess in Charlotte's mind.

The drinkers were waiting for Sylvia.

At this time, Sylvia was obviously still very young, even if she was brilliant and rational like a sophisticated instrument, but after all, she was limited in age and inexperienced. thought that she could hide from everyone's eyes by pretending to be a teenager, but she didn't know that this kind of dress made her more conspicuous.

But she also has a special point, and upon entering the tavern, she quickly notices the anomaly, and the only presence in the tavern that has good intentions towards her, is Charlotte, who sits at the bar and drinks alone.

Expressionless, she walked to the bar as if she wasn't aware of it, looked at the glass of ale in front of Charlotte, and pointed to the bartender, "Bring me a glass of the same." ”

At this time, she didn't even hide her voice, and her pleasant voice was like the tinkling spring water in the forest in the early morning, clear and cool.

The bartender lost his mind for a moment at her extraordinary handsomeness, and it was not until Charlotte impatiently tapped the table with his finger that he came to his senses and nodded his head again and again, and busily handed Sylvia a glass of ale.

The latter looked at the yellowing and bubbling liquid, frowned and took a sip, and soon pushed the glass, looking to have completely lost interest in ale. Although she was still cold and expressionless when she was a girl, her appearance was extremely cute, which made Charlotte's heart beat violently, and she was completely attracted by her expressionless and cute appearance.

His fiery gaze seemed to alert Sylvia, who glanced at Charlotte as a girl, and then made a move that made Charlotte extremely sad, she silently moved the barstool to the side by ten centimeters. It seemed that she had seen Charlotte as a more threatening presence than those drinkers.

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh and could only awkwardly turn her attention to the ale in front of her. Just as he was thinking about his next move, suddenly, a voice sounded in the corner of the overly quiet tavern.

"After His Majesty's death, there is another heir besides Crown Prince Claudine, you must have heard of this, right?"