"Ai, Alfie, he's alive, isn't he?" asked the tall Zambit, trying to shrink himself behind Alfie.

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a drunken ghost?" Alfie asked angrily. The eerie atmosphere was ruined by this drunken dwarf, but Zambit was still struggling with whether the dwarf was a ghost.

Rebecca, the most daring, walked up to the dwarf, kicked the dwarf and shouted, "Hey, hey, it's time to get up! ”

"Don't make a fuss, I'm sleeping soundly!" the dwarf said with an impatient wave of his hand, as if to chase away a pesky fly.

"If you sleep any longer, you'll be a corpse in a coffin!" Rebecca shouted into the dwarf's ear as she bent over.

"Corpses, corpses?" Rebecca's words seemed to have an effect, and the dwarf rolled over and sat up, looking around in confusion.

"This is the old den of the Blood Clan, aren't you afraid that they will suck the blood dry?" Rebecca asked as she bared her teeth and pretended to suck blood.

The dwarf heard Rebecca's voice, and the focus of his eyes gradually hit her face, and then suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream, and even the floating earth on the fence was shaken down a lot: "Mom, hell!

After the dwarf finished shouting, the wine seemed to be swept away, and he sprang behind a tombstone like a frightened rabbit and shivered with his head in his arms.

Rebecca was puzzled to see the dwarf's reaction, she turned around and pointed to her face and asked, "What?

Zambit looked at Rebecca's pale face under the red and blue moon, and nodded involuntarily, in such an environment, Rebecca really has a bit of a female ghost style - her hair that was wet by the lake just now is not completely dry, and it is indeed a little scary to cling to her head.

"Great!Rebecca, I didn't think you could pretend to be a ghost!" Elfie teased gloatingly. In other words, seeing such a big beauty as Rebecca as a ghost, how special this dwarf's aesthetic should be.

"I'm so angry, this is the biggest insult to me!" Rebecca, who has always been confident in her beauty, never thought that one day she would be treated as a female ghost, she was almost angry.

Rebecca rushed to the dwarf hiding behind the tombstone, trying to find out what caused him to make such a judgment.

"Hey, dwarves, where do you see that I look like a female ghost?" Rebecca asked with a kick in the dwarf's ass.

"Lord Atheline, don't come to me if you become a ghost, we don't really have anything to do with each other!" It was hard to imagine such a trembling voice begging for mercy coming from the mouth of a rugged dwarf.

"Etheline, who is that?" Rebecca looked thoughtful when she heard the name, why did it sound so familiar.

"Aren't you Lord Etheline?" the dwarf heard Rebecca's confused voice, and plucked up the courage to turn around and peek at Rebecca, and immediately became even more frightened, this is clearly Lord Etheline!

"Hey, you make it clear, does that Ethelyn look like me?" Rebecca asked as she kicked the dwarf again.

"You are clearly the same person~ Lord Atheline, I was wrong, don't come to trouble poor Barnett~" This dwarf turned out to be Barnett who was separated from Celent and them!

"It's so much fun. Rebecca, I seem to have found a clue about your memory. Alfie, who had been watching from the sidelines, heard a little bit from their conversation: Could it be that this dwarf knew Rebecca before and knew her past? Alfie has not forgotten that when he and Rebecca first met, Rebecca introduced herself as "Ai" and then changed her name to "Rebecca".

"Really? Seeing that the dwarf still refused to face her, Rebecca reluctantly stepped aside and gave up her place to Alfi, she wanted to see what the hell this cunning guy had in mind - Rebecca, whose memory had not yet fully recovered, naturally would not have thought that Alfie could deduce so many things with just one word.

"Your name is Barnett, isn't it?" said Alfie, crouching down next to Barnett and putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Hey, how do you know my name?" the frightened Barnett apparently didn't even notice that he had inadvertently said his name.

"Well, you mentioned it earlier. Alfie patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Make a friend, my name is Alfie and I'm a bard." ”

"Ah, hello, Alfie, Mr. Liar. Barnett said busily.

Alfie's face darkened, she had always heard that the dwarves were very straightforward, but don't call him a liar as soon as they meet. Zambit laughed hard in the back, and it seemed that the image of Alfie as a liar had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and even the dwarves who met him for the first time saw through his true colors at a glance.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I've heard that bards make a living by cheating. Of course, I don't mean to say that you ...... that way," Barnett didn't know how to explain. Originally, he was drunk and unconscious, and he was stimulated a little by Rebecca, so his brain was a little unbright.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm used to it. Alfie smiled bitterly, thinking back on what he had done since he crossed over, and he was indeed no different from a liar - although he considered himself a man with integrity and a bottom line.

"Mr. Barnett, what did you just call that young lady?" Alfie asked, gesturing to Rebecca, who was not far behind him.

Barnett quietly glanced at Rebecca again, still trembling with fear, "So, isn't that Lord Etheline?"

"Etheline?, I've heard of that name for the first time, and the young lady's name is Rebecca. Alfie said.

"Rebecca, isn't she the feared Witch Lord?" Barnett's courage seemed to return to hearing Alfie say this.

"Why don't you tell me about the deeds of the witch, and I'll help you determine if they're the same person?"

"That's a long ...... talking," Barnett sat down on the ground and habitually pulled out a bottle of rum, "Would you like one too?"

"This ...... Forget it, I'm not good at drinking too much. Alfie frowned when she saw Barnett casually bite off the cork, and said in gratitude.

Barnett glanced at Alfie with disdain, a man who didn't drink in his heart was not a real man.

Barnett took a large sip of rum and said, "Lord Ethelyn was the most beloved disciple of the witch Bischut......

"What? Is the witch Bi Xiute you are talking about the witch who was the most powerful in the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races and is known as the Witch of the Sanctuary of the Sanctuary?" Zambit, who had been silent, suddenly jumped out and asked when he heard the name.

"I've never heard of that guy calling himself a witch other than that adult. Barnett said after taking another long sip of wine.