It was a window that was completely open, and outside the window was the hill where the outline could be faintly seen. A string of wind chimes hangs from the window edge. The star-shaped pendant swayed slightly in a windless environment, hitting the long metal sound column, making a crisp, pleasant sound.

"I, my home, I'm back......" the voice sounded again, but not from the head, but from the ear.

Barrett looked at him, and a small, vague ghost appeared to his left. The ghost looks exactly like the little girl in the stairwell, only slightly taller.

She wore a light white dress decorated with cherry patterns, and her figure was in a trance from time to time, looming, like a child lost in the thick fog after getting lost with an adult, unable to find a way back.

The appearance of this little ghost did not surprise Barritt. Ever since the tombstone was identified, he had been able to faintly feel her presence.

The little ghost's immature face faced the room, and a small hand lifted slightly, reaching for Barrett's left hand, and quietly grasping his fingers.

A bone-chilling cold came from his fingers, a slight tingling, but he could bear it. The instinct of the living made Barrett subconsciously want to withdraw his hand, but the palm of his hand only trembled slightly, and he forcibly held back. Our barbarian adventurer sighed silently in his heart, and then took the ghost's little hand and walked towards the room.

Or rather, it was this little ghost who led him slowly.

As the two got closer to the window, Barrett noticed that the little ghost's figure was becoming more and more real, and slowly revealing the same cyan color as the ghost outside.

"That's where you were taken?" he asked casually. According to the description of the mission, the dead little Eve was taken away by a mage named 'John Deyi', who was also the creator of the soulstone tombstone that imprisoned little Eve.

The little pale cyan ghost nodded, let go of Barrett's fingers, and walked to the window alone, looking up at the wind chimes.

"Ding!" the wind chimes rang softly again, like a crisp, pleasant laughter across the night. But then, a strange sound of "coo, grunt" came inexplicably, and little Eve's ghost looked back to see Barritt's face full of embarrassment.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, but the living have to eat after all. "I don't know exactly how long I've been in this space, but I think it's almost a day." There was a lot going on that day, but it didn't include food and food. ”

He turned and walked over to the single bed in the room, slowly lifted the dusty sheets from the bed, and then tentatively sat down. The tiny single bed creaked and struggled to carry his weight.

What to do next? As described in the mission, Barrett only needs to spend a moonless night in this room, waiting for the first quarter moon to rise. So Barrett was ready to eat something to fill his stomach that had begun to protest, taking advantage of nothing else to do.

Barrett took a deep sigh of relief as she glanced at the little ghost who had been staring up at the wind chimes. Then, he took out a bag of pan-fried pork sausage from the spatial ring and placed it next to his bed, took out an oak mug and a large wine bag, and poured himself a full glass of white beer purchased from Vanilla City.

He used his index finger and thumb to take a fried pork intestine from the brown paper bag, took a bite of it, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach, and then took a sip of white beer from his wine glass to relieve the hunger in his stomach.

The first sausage was already in his stomach in a few bites, and without thinking about it, he took the second one out of the bag and took another big bite. But then, Barrett suddenly spat out all the food in his mouth and brought the sausage in his hand to his eyes.

The fried sausage, which was tender and tempting before, decayed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a dark thing like dog shit.

"Damn!" Barrett scolded and threw the 'shit' in his hand on the ground, and looked at the cowhide bag next to him, the fried sausages inside had all turned into black and gray inexplicable things, maybe dog dung, maybe charcoal, maybe clods of soil, but no matter how you look at it, it can't be reminiscent of their original identity as fried sausages.

"No wonder this place doesn't need a cook. He tossed the bag under the bed and looked at the glass in his other hand. The beer in the glass didn't seem to have changed much, he took a shallow sip, followed by a large sip, "It's good that this damn space isn't an alcoholic." A bored Barrett muttered to herself.

Little Eve in ghost form turned to look at Barrett and walked towards him step by step. She scrambled onto the bed and sat down on Barrett's right-hand side, making no noise the whole time.

"Can I lean on you?" the little ghost tilted his head and stared at Barrett with large, translucent eyes.

“...... If you want. "Otherwise, what else?

Little Eve leaned sideways against Barrett, and the spirit touched his arm through the leather armor on his body. There was no weight in her reliance, only a piece of coldness.

"Your body is so warm, like the sun. The ghost's ethereal voice continued to ring.

Because I am a living being, my heart beats and my blood flows. However, this does not need to be explained.

The little ghost's gaze looked at the fried sausages on the ground, "I'm hungry too." ”

“...... What do you want to eat?" Barrett put his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, hoping you didn't have me on your menu.

"Sweet lemon cake. She whispered.

This answer made Barritt's heart feel slightly relieved. He didn't want to come here with all the hard work to end up destroying the ghost named 'Little Eve'. Either way, he wasn't in the habit of going after the young beast, even if it was a ghost who had been dead for hundreds of years.

Unless, as a last resort.

"Well, you don't need to eat...... Barrett looked down at her.

"I know, 'The undead don't need to eat, but they should be hungry. That's what the terrible mage always says. The little ghost leaned against Barrett and closed his eyes.

"You're afraid of him?"

"I'm afraid. The little ghost rubbed Barrit's arm with his face, causing the latter to tremble slightly, "He doesn't have a good temper, he likes to drink, and every time he drinks too much, he gets angry. My dad also likes to drink, but he never gets angry with Eve. ”

The little ghost opened his eyes and pouted unhappily, as if it coincided with the expression on the portrait, "He wants all the creatures in the mage tower to remember his name, and if anyone can't remember it, they will be punished, very painful punishment." 'Hello, Master John Great', 'Goodbye, Master John Emperor'...... , Eve says it a dozen times a day. ”

Barrett found himself not at all surprised by the mage's eccentric personality, at least he didn't want the continent to remember him, and his apprentice, known as Indar the Silencer, seemed to have done just that.

And he always wanted us to remember what he said. Little Eve continued. The memories of the mage seemed to make her mind more and more active, "He said, we will be proof of his existence. ”

Little Eve's words reminded Barrett of hating Gerdor.

"By the way, I love watching you eat, and even though I can't eat it myself, I feel happy. The little ghost tilted his head and smiled very cutely.

"Can you see me from the tombstone all the time?" Barrett frowned again.

"It's only when you're eating. "You always smell good, like lemon cake." ”

“......”