So the three of them stared wide-eyed and looked around at the sea for clues. But after a while, I didn't see any monsters coming out of the water.

"That man definitely lied to me!" Bulso pounded his chest, his face full of pain, "I should have known sooner!"

"Wait. If he really lied to you...... What was the motive?" the elf wondered, "is there any benefit to having a far?" ”

"Where do people have so many motivations for doing things? There must be many people like me who do whatever they want. Bulso looked serious, as if he was giving some important speech: "Maybe he just wants to make fun of me?"

"Absolutely impossible, you think too much. The elf immediately shook his head and questioned: "Is he idle, is it okay? He spent so much effort just to find you happy? This cost is a bit high." ”

"But anyway...... Anyway, I'm skeptical of the authenticity. Chewing on roasted corn, Bulso complained, "We've been waiting for half an hour, have we? After so much time, we haven't seen even the shadow of the monster." ”

"You've eaten four corns now, haven't you eaten enough?" the elf glanced at the witcher, "You have a big appetite." ”

"Uh...... Because I'm so hungry. Bulso stole a glance at Aya. Hurriedly hugging the corn tightly, Lusa shrank back and continued to nibble on the small bite.

"You made me feel like I could go and grab food from you. Disappointed by Lusa's actions, Bolso looked away and sighed, "I'm such an upright man—"

"Stop! My ears are calloused. Immediately interrupting the witcher, the elf felt that something was wrong: "Bulso, where did you sleep before? Take me to see it." ”

"What are you going to do in someone's bedroom!" Bulso immediately jumped up and stepped back, "Are you a homosexual?"

"Hey, can you think in your right mind? No matter what other people do, I only like women anyway. The elf suddenly felt a great obstacle to communication: "Aren't you a witcher?"

"yes, what's the matter?" said Bulso's face was serious.

“...... Not much. I'm just going to make sure. Obviously swallowing the words on his lips hard, Cyberdat finally squeezed out such a sentence with the suspicion of obviously diverting the subject: "Your master is Lucina's original traveling companion Cannet, right...... Does he have any other apprentices?"

"Nope. The topic was perfectly shifted, and Bolso seemed to have completely forgotten about the awkward topic between the two of them. So when the elf asked to visit the bedroom again, he set off and walked up the stairs.

"The lighthouse has a total of three bedrooms. The old man lives on the first floor and I am on the second floor. The third floor is generally empty. When the snow is small, occasionally someone comes to repair the lighthouse and deliver supplies. Bulso yawned and pushed open the door to his bedroom: "Nothing to look at, the sheets are hard, like they have been immersed in seawater." ”

"Lusa, you come in too. Motioning for Aya to enter the house as well, the elf looked at the misty window illuminated by the lighthouse light, and suddenly frowned, "Are the windows of the three bedrooms facing the same direction?"

"How do I know...... Why is this asked?" Bulso looked at the elf who rushed out of the door, looking confused.

“...... Okay, same. In a few moments, Cyberdat returned. He looked like he was in serious contemplation.

"Bolso, the client didn't tell you what the monster looks like...... But he insisted that he saw the monster, right?" After receiving a nod from Bulso, the elf suddenly sped up: "Then that makes sense." Monsters only appear on snowy days, and lighthouses are not visited on snowy days...... What's more, the term 'lighthouse watcher' doesn't specify who it is. So ......"

"Wait. Bulso looked suddenly realised: "You can't say it...... The old man is a monster, isn't he? No wonder he always wants to get me away!"

It doesn't seem to have much to do with whether or not I'm a monster if I want to get you away...... Lusa thought to herself: If he is really a monster, then his acting skills are too good.

And...... The elf's brain hole is also a little too big, and it is almost close to the level of Mad Dog and Lucina.

"If he's a monster, then even if he knows you're a witcher, he won't want to risk exposing you to kill you. But ......" The elf looked helpless, and repeated what he had just asked again: "I'll ask again, you are indeed a witcher, right?"

"That's all right, what's the matter with you?" Bolso was not happy: "I'm just a fake! Look at this magic eye is ironclad proof—"

"Are you embarrassed to say it, have you seen the lighthouse keeper with this magic eye?" finally mentioned this, and the elf smiled, "Isn't the right eye of the demon hunter able to sense the existence of monsters?"

Right eye ...... Looking up, Lutha looked at Bulso and thought to herself, "He seems to be right-handed, right?

"Huh......? I really haven't taken it off and seen it. Pulling the blindfold, Bulso sighed: "Because I am afraid that this old man will have a worse attitude when he knows that I am a heterochromic pupil, I have been wearing it...... In fact, it is not comfortable to wear this thing at all, and I am too lazy to use it on weekdays. ”

"But it seems to be more popular with girls when they wear eye patches. The elf reminded, "You don't know, do you?"

Bulso immediately came to his senses: "It's fashionable to dress up like this now...... I don't even know!"

"No, I made it up. Don't take it seriously. Seeing that Bulso believed it completely, the elf hurriedly explained: "It's just a casual statement, don't really believe it." ”

"No, no, no, I know. The blindfold is indeed quite attractive, thanks to you for reminding me. Seemingly completely incomprehensible, the witcher muttered to himself and began to stroke the blindfold: "Well, it looks like I'm going to take it with me when I take my sister in the future...... Maybe I should come to COS Pirates with a bottle of rum and a hooked hand again...... Hey, what are you going to do?!"

"Let's go, Lusa. Ignore this retard. Cyberdart's face was full of seriousness: "If you stay with him for a while, your IQ will be reduced." Intellectual disability is contagious. ”

"Well, that makes sense. Lusha nodded, and was led up the stairs briskly by the elf's hand. Leaving Bulso alone to stand awkwardly, looking at this side with a bewildered face. After a while, he closed his mouth and followed.