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Chapter 192 - 178 We Charge for This!

Chapter 192: Chapter 178 We Charge for This!

Freeing the female ghost from the bonds of the "Banshee’s Horn" was no easy task, so he took a step back, temporarily letting the female ghost regain her sanity to communicate with the outside world.

Even her current master, Lind, was unclear about the horn’s functions other than to trap people in illusory dreams and send them to their deaths.

The conditions for victory were so stringent that he had never felt the horn bring him any aid.

Morena frowned as she chanted the magic spell for a while, articulating with emphasis on her sibilants, occasionally producing a whistling sound, which probably had to do with her speaking habits.

Lind remained as quiet as possible by her side.

This was the first time he had witnessed magic related to ghosts, and after she had been chanting for a long time, wisps of blue-gray smoke floated from Morena’s body, forming into an apparition that looked very similar to her.

The features were indistinct, but it had a human shape; there was no wind in the hall, yet the figure made of smoke kept repeating the process of disintegrating and gathering.

Now Lind believed what the female ghost had once said—ghosts could wear clothes.

The apparition reached out and grabbed the female ghost, and the two ghosts, unable to touch physically, were intimately connected at that moment.

The knights of Rand Kingdom, who held gold in high esteem, would surely be curious about this scene, and Lind stared as well, but unfortunately, he couldn’t discern much.

A muscle-bound man adept only at wielding a greatsword could never comprehend the mysteries of a mage.

Sweat formed on Morena’s forehead and the tip of her nose, her breathing growing heavier by the moment.

As sweat collected at the tip of her chin, she finally stopped chanting, and the blue-gray wisps of smoke that had been stretching between her and the female ghost disappeared.

"How is it?"

"I need a Magic Potion," Morena wiped the sweat from her face and chin with her sleeve and swayed as if she was about to collapse to the floor, but before she fell, Lind caught her.

He grabbed her with one hand, as if lifting a little chicken.

Morena did not appreciate this manner of handling, which reminded her of Dome’s unfortunate appearance when he was caught.

But she couldn’t refuse Lind, and Lind just happened to value efficiency at certain times.

Consideration for a lady could sometimes be meticulous, and at other times completely forgotten.

Her body was lifted into the air, and then she settled back into the chair with Lind’s guidance, the sensation of being pulled gone.

A cool glass bottle was brought to her lips.

Opening her eyes, Morena was met with Lind’s towering frame, standing by like a small mountain.

Having faced him as an enemy before, Morena felt a terrifying pressure, but as soon as Lind became an ally, that pressure immediately turned into relief.

After drinking the potion, Morena’s condition visibly improved, her pale face regaining color, but the weariness in her eyes couldn’t be dispelled; she needed a good sleep, the kind that lasted several days at a stretch.

"I could only retrieve a small, fragmented part of her memories from the depths of her soul," said Morena. "If you want to help her more, you must wait for me to delve further."

Lind turned his head to look at the female ghost in the bucket, who had ceased her singing, then he turned back to Morena and said, "Even if you don’t want to go further, I’ll push you forward. Don’t forget, we have a common enemy."

Morena smiled; those were the words she wanted from Lind.

A powerful collaborator with control over the Undead would definitely team up with her to confront the manipulator behind the scenes and drag them into the light!

"It’s you," the female ghost recognized Lind, but her expression was completely different from when she was in the Banshee’s dream.

To be precise, it was livelier, more like that of an eighteen-year-old girl and not that of a witch from the Far East Magic School.

"We meet again, Selena," Lind smiled, revealing a set of large, sincere, and sparkling white teeth.

He wasn’t familiar with the female ghost, but he felt happy for her when he saw her snap out of her dazed singing state. Putting himself in her shoes, as an NPC, he likewise didn’t want to be shackled by "The Officials" and then serve as a servile entertainer for players.

Lind wanted the freedom to come and go from work, and to quit whenever he wanted.

"My mind is all muddled," the female ghost swayed her body inside the bucket: "Don’t you have a bigger bucket for me? Even a bathtub would be fine."

"You’re a ghost," Lind first carefully settled Morena down to ensure she wouldn’t fall off the chair, and then strode towards the bucket.

He reached out to grab the female ghost’s head, unsurprisingly, his hand passed right through her, confirming that he still couldn’t touch her.

Unable to make any physical contact yet feeling uncomfortable in a confined space, ghosts really are a rather idealistic being.

Under the female ghost’s gaze, Lind withdrew his hand without any embarrassment.

"Is this how you treat a lady who isn’t wearing any clothes?"

While chatting with Dome, Lind learned that some wizards would disregard their sense of shame regarding their bodies when studying magic. In their eyes, the human body was just flesh with two arms and two legs, or a vessel capable of carrying magic. Their thirst for knowledge made them indifferent to the so-called differences between men and women.

Selena was the same; she and Dome probably belonged to the same category of people.

But the Selena before him was different from the one in the Banshee’s illusionary dreams, likely due to the memory issues Morena mentioned, she really had only brought back a small part of her memories.

"How can you wear clothes?" Lind asked again, puzzled.

He had to get her dressed, and not something too R18. It wasn’t that Lind was worried about corrupting children—there definitely weren’t any children playing this game. LSP was definitely unavoidable.

Lind himself liked to look at magic outfits when he was free.

What worried him was that if Selena appeared in front of the Undead without any clothes, the powerful and charismatic Sir Lind’s popularity ranking would definitely drop a notch.

No matter how handsome the male characters were, they lacked competitiveness in front of beautiful female NPCs.

This was not only true for Lind; many handsome men gathered around him, but most were nobodies, and only a small portion, like Lance, were remembered by their unusual titles rather than their real names.

Soon, Lind witnessed the miracle of magic. After he had someone bring a gray lady’s dress with frilled edges and threw it into the water, Selena transformed and changed into the dress just like that.

"I can’t see my own dress," Selena splashed about in the bucket.

Watching Selena, Lind had an epiphany.

Eureka, it really worked!

"There’s a place that’s perfect for you, Miss Selena," Lind said, "And it’s beneficial for both of us. You can frequently try on new dresses too."

"What place?" She twisted uncomfortably in the bucket.

Hearing about new dresses brought her a bit of energy.

This made Lind even more certain that Selena only had parts of her memories.

"A pond," Lind roughly explained: "You can sing there and make people enter the Banshee’s illusionary dream."

"Just like what I did at Banshee’s Lake," Selena didn’t like that job: "Lure them close, let them enter the illusion, and then die in their dreams."

She couldn’t control herself when she acted as bait in the outside world, but not all her memories from that time were lost.

No one enjoyed being used as bait.

"No, absolutely not the same!"

Lind raised his right index finger solemnly, let his shaking wrist move the finger back and forth, and broke into a smile: "They’ll come to us willingly, and what’s more, we’ll be charging them!"