Will looked at the three ice sculptures and subconsciously took a step back.

Although when this guy was about to break in, the old advisor knew that the other party would not end well, but what the old advisor didn't expect was that this guy died in the hands of an evil spirit without even touching Qin Ran's face...... Hmm, it's a suspected evil spirit.

Soon, the old advisor corrected his statement.

Because as far as he knew, no evil spirit had ever been able to reach such a level.

Therefore, when the [Ice Spirit] disappeared, the old advisor did not venture into the inn, but this did not prevent him from seeking a way to enter the inn.

After all, the phone number of 'grilled fish in the oven', he knew.

……

"D, Will is looking for you."

With the phone in one hand, Raglan turned his head and shouted at Qin Ran.

"Let him in."

Qin Ran said this, but his eyes looked at Mi'er who was standing beside him.

"What did you just say?"

Qin Ran asked.

"I said I could prepare three meals for you if I could, I didn't need extra pay, I wouldn't ask too much, I just hope that if possible, you can recommend me to join the witcher."

Mier said as she looked at Qin Ran cautiously.

Although at this time, it is easier to gain favor by showing that it is not because of 'profit-driven', but only because of friendship or something, or simply saying that it is free and does not need to be burdened or anything, but Meyer's personality makes it impossible for her to do such a thing at all.

She is always asking for help.

How can you say something that doesn't come for anything?

Of course, on the premise of doing so, Meel was also mentally prepared to be rejected.

"Okay."

"Well, it's only natural that you refuse, I ...... Wait, what do you say? ”

Some of the consultant girls who couldn't react looked at Qin Ran with wide eyes.

Last night, Qin Ran's gaze swept over, and the heads of thousands of monsters exploded, which did not surprise the consultant girl as much as she did at this moment.

Equally surprised was Smith.

"Food?"

Smith lowered his head and whispered to himself.

And Raglan, who was standing behind the bar, was leaning against the wine cabinet and almost fell to the ground.

"What does this guy want to do?"

"Is the witcher really so casual about agreeing to people...... emmm, quite a few guys seem to be really so casual. ”

"Bastard!"

"All of them are so willful."

The innkeeper, who was holding the wine cabinet back to his feet, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and then looked at Will who walked in, and of course, he also saw the ice sculpture outside.

The innkeeper knew exactly what was happening outside his hotel in a short period of time.

He didn't care, though.

Moore, a damn bastard.

And the special office?

Hehe.

"Early."

Will greeted the people inside the inn, but no one paid any attention to the old advisor, including his granddaughter, except for the innkeeper and the guys.

Looking at Mi'er, who was standing beside Qin Ran, the old advisor felt a headache.

If facing Qin Ran is an extremely troublesome thing, then when his granddaughters are standing with each other, it is enough to make the brave retreat.

Old advisors are not brave men.

If it had been at another time, he would have backed down.

But this time?

Call!

Taking a deep breath, the old advisor walked up to Qin Ran.

"Do you know what's in it, Lord D?"

The old advisor asked.

"I don't know."

Qin Ran shook his head.

"Do you want to know?"

The old advisor continued.

"I don't want to."

Qin Ran shook his head again.

The crisp refusal made the old advisor's breathing begin to rapid, and he wanted to roar and ask Qin Ran why he didn't know anything and wanted to get involved in such a trouble.

But what remnants of reason told the old advisor that if he wanted the conversation to continue, he had to remain calm.

"There's something important to IDEX, I hope you'll ......"

"I can't."

Qin Ran interrupted the old advisor's words, and said with an unquestioning attitude: "This is my agreement with others, before sunset tomorrow, it can only be in my hands, and no one can take it away or open it." ”

"But it's about ...... of Elex"

The old advisor tried to say something, but finally the words came to his lips and he swallowed them back.

Such an act made Mier on the side frown.

She doesn't like to have secretive conversations.

Especially, when this person is her grandfather, it makes Miel feel even more uncomfortable.

However, Meel did not join in the conversation.

So, in order to make herself feel no better, Meel walked over to the table where the girls were.

"As I said, it will only be in my hands until sunset tomorrow, and no one can take it or open it."

Qin Ran reiterated.

And in the face of such a reiteration, the old advisor looked straight at Qin Ran.

Eventually, the old advisor let out a sigh.

"I knew you couldn't be said, but I wanted to try anyway."

The old advisor said to himself, and then, as if amused by his own childish approach, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Of course, there was no joy in this smile, only bitterness.

"Can I change the question?"

"How do you know there's something wrong with Webster?"

The bitterness at the corner of the old advisor's mouth quickly converged, and his eyes became firm and sharp again.

"See the autopsy report?"

Qin Ran asked lightly.

"Hmm."

"It's not at all what an old man should be, and it's even much stronger than an ordinary young man."

The old advisor nodded, a hint of solemnity in his expression.

"So, what else do you not know?"

During the rhetorical questioning, Qin Ran smiled, with a sarcastic kind, and then, Qin Ran stood up and prepared to return to his room.

"Wait, wait!"

"What do you mean?"

The old advisor asked aloud.

"Something is obvious."

"But some people just don't see it."

"Or are they just turning a blind eye?"

Qin Ran didn't mean to stay at all, and said as he walked, and when he walked up the stairs and disappeared, the voice of the words just fell.

The old advisor raised his hand, wanting to call out to Qin Ran again, but in the end, the old advisor didn't speak, and his hand hung down weakly.

But on the face of the old advisor, there was a thoughtful look.

"Old fellow, it's time for you to retire soon."

"Don't do anything you shouldn't do."

At some point, the innkeeper walked up to the old advisor and patted him on the shoulder.

"I know."

"But ......"

"The duty is what I have to do."

The old advisor said, smiling apologetically at his granddaughter, then turned and walked out of the inn.

"All of them are so stubborn and stubborn, I don't know what to do."

"Are you all close relatives of donkeys?"

Looking at the old consultant's disappearing back, the innkeeper muttered, and the figure that appeared on the monitor and sneaked into Qin Ran's room, the innkeeper turned a blind eye.

He knew it was his own people.

But.

Sometimes.

Is it really your own people?

At least, Cook doesn't think so.