Soul's Interrogation

Lynch wanted to refute Dunn's words, but before he could open his mouth, Dunn pushed him in front of Elizabeth.

At that moment, a knight appeared, and the other man swung his broadsword at his head.

"Hiss!"

Lynch suddenly stood up from his chair and couldn't help but cover his head.

The captain went too far!

He just mentioned reimbursement, and it pushed him to the brink of death. Even if it was a dream, shouldn't he at least have been mentally prepared?

He rubbed his head. The scene he had just witnessed was actually a little gruesome. When the knight chopped off his head, he could still see the splattered blood and Elizabeth's terrified expression.

Captain, what kind of human horror is this?

"Ah!"

Just as Lynch stood up to give Dunn his opinion, he saw Elizabeth wake up from her dream.

The other person was clearly startled awake; a trace of fear still lingered on their face.

"Thank goodness, you're alright!"

The young lady was clearly terrified and hugged Lynch without any restraint.

Lynch had no romantic thoughts whatsoever; all he hoped for now was that the other person wouldn't wipe their tears and snot all over his suit.

"Miss, how much is your service fee?"

Lynch quickly asked.

Elizabeth, weeping, instinctively answered, "Three hundred pounds."

One hundred and fifty pounds was given to the team, and the remaining one hundred and fifty pounds was split equally among the captain, making it seventy-five pounds each.

Miss Elizabeth's price was enough to make her cry.

However, Miss Elizabeth didn't lose her composure for long. After crying for about a minute, she immediately came to her senses, picked up a handkerchief to wipe her face, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Trance! I had a nightmare. I'm not usually such a girl who loses her composure so easily!"

She blushed and waved her hand.

Lynch said he didn't care.

Anyone who was caught off guard and saw the moment his head was chopped off would be terrified and have nightmares for three days straight.

"Thank you for your generosity. I'd like to give you another hundred pounds as a tip for my rudeness today."

Miss Elizabeth spoke again.

Lynch wished she would cry again.

This girl is so generous!

"I'm so sorry... You can just pay at Rozanne's."

Lynch pointed outside, but just as Miss Elizabeth was about to step out, he remembered something else and quickly called out, "Wait!"

Elizabeth stopped and turned around to look at them, blushing slightly.

"Mr. Trance, what... what's wrong?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you earlier, the matter has been resolved. You should stop having nightmares by tomorrow. If you still have any problems, you can come here to find me, and I'll help you resolve them."

After Lynch finished speaking, he gestured for Miss Elizabeth to leave.

However, for some reason, he always felt that there was a hint of resentment in the other person's eyes.

But these are minor matters. He must go and report this to the captain. This absolutely cannot be allowed to happen; it's truly terrifying!

Meanwhile...

Miss Elizabeth, who walked calmly out of the security company and gracefully got into her own carriage, suddenly covered her face in the carriage.

"How embarrassing! I cried like that in front of Mr. Trance. How could he possibly have a good impression Trance me!"

Mr. Trance is truly astounding. He sacrificed his life for an ordinary young lady. I noticed Trance seemed unwell earlier; is this part of the process of eliminating evil spirits?

Perhaps this is a sacrificial Ritual, offering one's life to evil spirits in exchange for their peace—it must be!

Thinking about this, Elizabeth became somewhat worried for Mr. Trance. If every customer had to die for Trance, wouldn't that have a negative impact on his health?

Leaving aside Elizabeth's worries, Lynch had already arrived at the small office next to the Chanis Gate, where Dunn was.

When Lynch came in, he showed a gentle smile.

"Well? That lady must be very grateful to you. Protecting your teammate with your life in a dream is a noble act, but you should also learn to do the same for the woman you like. That way, she'll understand that in your heart, your teammate is just as important as she is!"

Lynch:...

So Dunn came here to set him up?

"But being beheaded in front of a lady, Captain, do you really think it will move her or leave her with psychological trauma?"

Lynch posed a profound question.

Dunn fell silent.

He then cleared his throat and changed the subject.

"Let's go! Let's deal with that lady's problem and get everything sorted out before Sun, so she doesn't have nightmares tonight..."

"That would give her a terrible headache, reminding her of the horrible dreams she had while she was here, and the unresolved issue of being possessed by evil spirits?"

Lynch interrupted Dunn and asked.

Dunn:...

He sighed deeply, realizing he had done something foolish.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"

Even if we do that, we should at least choose a normal way for Lynch to die, so as not to scare the next girl.

Dunn sighed again, looking at Lynch with some guilt.

He suspected that the reason Lynch was being so rude today was because that girl had broken up with him.

It's likely that feelings had just developed, and Lynch invited the person to join the team to demonstrate his strength. However, the person ended up having a terrible nightmare, and Lynch probably even got scolded by the person just now.

I'm sorry.

He said sincerely.

Lynch thought for a moment and decided to take advantage of the captain's guilt to ask for some compensation.

"Captain, she's stained my suit with her tears. Look, there's still some foundation on it!"

Dunn:...

He wrote a note for Lynch to reimburse him for the suit, then hesitated, looking at him, and finally couldn't help but say:

"You can't talk like that. This isn't foundation, it's face powder. If ladies heard this, they would be very unhappy. When will you ever get married and have a family?"

Lynch found Dunn's words very strange.

"Fine, even if this stuff really is called face powder, it still stained my suit. Besides, Captain, how dare you criticize me like that! If you're so good with words, how come you haven't won over Miss Daly yet?"

Dunn:...

He realized that this night Nighthawks, whom he usually treated like a younger brother, was actually quite irritating at this moment.

However, his inferiority complex resurfaced.

"I'm not young anymore, Daly is still very young, and she's very talented, just like you. You two quickly came up with your own Acting Method, but I still need your reminders. If you hadn't explained it so clearly, I still wouldn't have figured out what Daly meant."

He covered his face, so his expression was unclear, but he probably wasn't happy.

Lynch felt he should ease the tension, so he tentatively suggested, "How about I pursue Miss Daly?"

Dunn:!!