Did the truth matter? The truth mattered! But not knowing the truth mattered even more!
That bunch of fun-loving weirdos in the bar did not care what the truth was.
Venti, Yakumo, Purple Merlin... which one of them looked like someone who wanted to uncover the truth?
Of course, what Chen Luo feared even more was Ismar leaving the bar to search for him after failing to find him.
By rough calculations, the strange aura around the church outside the bar had already thinned to the point where every step Ismar took would deduct two minutes from her remaining existence.
Five hours sounded like a long time, but it was not even enough for Ismar to walk from the bottom of the basement out of it.
"What a sin."
Chen Luo sighed, then got out of bed.
"Ding-a-ling!"
The wind chime rang.
But no familiar or unfamiliar voice Chen Luo knew followed.
Instead, Ismar's voice, which had been calling Chen Luo's name as she searched for him, began to fade farther and farther away...
"Good heavens, she really went out?" Chen Luo was so startled that he immediately teleported to the entrance of the bar's first floor using the Teleport Anchor.
Although Chen Luo did not know exactly why this Ismar knew him, he was not foolish enough to think she had mistaken him for someone else.
It would have been one thing if she had merely called his name correctly, but she had called him by his nickname.
What decent stranger called someone by their nickname?
She definitely knew him!
If something happened to Ismar, and Chen Luo later discovered that this Ismar had truly been close to him, he would not sleep well for at least three days.
He would laugh and joke during the day, then curl