The ghostly mask stares into a clay pot of its own size.
"This is not high-quality clay!" the eldest sister screamed.
"It is."
"no!"
"You haven't opened it yet."
"No!" The eldest sister covered her nose with her fingerless puppet hand. "Clay doesn't stink that bad!"
The unsealed clay jar was emitting a faint stench like rotting tomb moss.
"I see."
Lu Li nodded lightly. His understanding of "high-quality clay" was somewhat different from theirs.
Picking up the clay pot, Lu Li opened the wooden door and handed it to the guard outside, asking him to tell Dean Lawrence that he was looking for odorless clay. If possible, it would be best to bring several different types of clay.
Back in the room, the eldest sister was standing on the table with her head arrogantly placed on her hips.
Lu Li can't get rid of it yet.
But even if the clay is found, Sister Tou may not return to Ghost Town... looking for the clay is more like an excuse for her to sneak out.
"Can you tell me about Ghost Town?" Lu Li asked.
The eldest sister is no longer as guarded as she was at first: "What do you want to know?"
"What is the spirit of Ghost Town?"
"I won't tell you!"
The eldest sister screamed and rushed forward, skillfully climbed onto Lu Li's shoulder who did not avoid it, and disappeared behind her.
It will still take some time to find out what it says.
When I came to the window on one side of the room, the crowd gathered at the gate of the manor had dispersed due to the night, and tomorrow dawn would come again, until I saw Lu Li.
Dean Lawrence did not recommend that Lu Li come into contact with them. Midnight City is not a monolith, there are all kinds of people mixed here. The bottom class, the middle class, the upper class, and preachers who believe in their own gods.
Their purpose in wanting to meet Lu Li was not simple.
Wow
Lu Li closed the curtains and returned to the fireplace to look at Catalina, who was drinking red wine at the dining table with tipsy eyes: "Aren't you going back?"
"Are you going to sleep?"
"Um."
"Can I sleep here?" Caterina shook the wine glass, her eyes reflecting the firelight in the fireplace.
Pusius held his breath and turned his face back and forth between Lu Li and Catalina.
"It's best not." Lu Li replied.
"Why does it stay?" Caterina pointed to Pusius.
"He would sleep on the carpet."
"Okay... hiccup."
Catalina, who was rejected, shrugged nonchalantly, as if she said it casually, drank the rest of the wine, stood up and left the room with a slight stagger.
Soon, the sound of Catalina returning to the room was heard from behind the wall. Soon after, bursts of whispering singing sounded faintly.
"Miss Caterina may have something on her mind," Pusius said with his ears pricked up.
"Why."
"The book says... people who are depressed will use singing to vent their emotions after drinking." Pusius sat down on his hind legs. "Mr. Lu Li, do you know what she is depressed about?"
"It feels unreal." Lu Li said.
"The sense of unreality...are you saying that Miss Caterina's fear of these is fake?"
"Um."
"Why does she think so?" Pusius asked puzzledly: "Is it because everything is very different now from when she was a hunter?"
"I also wonder if this is a dream or hallucination, but it's not as serious as Miss Catalina..."
"We encountered the Emerald Dream when we came here." Lu Li told Pusius what happened before entering the old sewer.
As said before, no one can help Catalina prove that this is true, because all truth can be judged as false.
Only time can dilute everything.
The singing next door gradually disappeared, and the drunken Caterina fell asleep.
Pusius is also ready to rest.
"See you tomorrow, Mr. Lu Li."
It took off the blanket from the sofa, turned around on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and lay down with the blanket covering it.
A quiet night was spent with the crackling sound in the fireplace.
Lu Li was woken up by Pusius.
It chewed the firewood and tried to throw it into the much dim fireplace, but its accuracy was poor. The flying firewood hit the edge of the fireplace and woke up Lu Li.
"Good morning, Mr. Lu Li!"
Pusius heard the noise on the bed and wagged his tail, turned around and said.
There was a dim light outside the curtains, and the clock in the corner pointed to eight o'clock.
Lu Li tied the two buttons on his shirt collar, came to Pusius' side, picked up the firewood and threw it into the fireplace, then walked to the window and drew the curtains.
The crowd that had dispersed last night gathered at the gate again, but there were only a dozen people for the time being.
There were light spots swaying around the window, as if someone was peering through the binoculars.
Lu Li left the window.
Caterina hasn't woken up yet. She drank a lot of wine yesterday and slept very hard. Although red wine does not have as much alcohol as those low-quality distilled spirits, it is not something she can bear as she almost never drinks until Lawrence Court.
After knocking on the door for a long time, I woke up sleepily.
"Please get ready, we will go to the Montreal Theater to watch "The Third Expedition" in an hour."
It is a play based on Lu Li's experience.
"Psius also wants to see it," Lu Li said.
Dean Lawrence thought about it and said, "That's no problem, but it's not suitable for being exposed in front of everyone. It's best to put a cloak on it. We will prepare one."
There are many people in Midnight City who use cloaks to hide their figures.
Until the cloak is lifted, no one knows whether it is a human being or something strange under the cloak.
"By the way, do you want to say something then?"
"No."
Lu Li refused to skip the series of speeches on stage. He only wanted to be an audience and read his own story.
"I'll go get ready right now."
Dean Lawrence exited the room.
Returning to the corridor, Dean Lawrence turned around and suddenly saw Professor Nuno Alexandrovich, who smelled of herbs, standing in front of him.
"Nuno..."
"This is betrayal, you can't treat a hero like this!"
Professor Nuno Alexandrovich sternly accused.
"Shh..."
Dean Lawrence had to ask the guards to take Professor Nuno Alexandrovich away from the door, and lowered his voice and said to him: "Listen Nuno, this is good for all of us. Do you understand?"
"You are using him!" the angry Professor Nuno Alexandrovich growled as if his faith had been stained, his eyes bloodshot.
"This is not use. Even if it is... it is use that benefits everyone! Don't let pollution affect your consciousness. Think about it carefully. Could it be possible that Mr. Lu Li was forced by us to do something he doesn't like to do?"
Professor Nuno Alexandrovich's red eyes flashed with pain: "...I'm...trying to keep thinking."
"No one has forced Mr. Lu Li, and Mr. Lu Li will not be forced by us... Your current paranoia is because of the influence exerted on you by the contamination of your left hand..."
Dean Lawrence said patiently to Nuno, who was in a very bad mental state.
"Are you coming Nuno? But I think you should have a good rest."
Professor Nuno Alexandrovich shook his head at this time: "I want to go."
"At the last moment of my life, I want to watch him be known to everyone..."