The woman in front of him was very happy.

Diluk looked at the woman in front of him warily, and the big sword appeared out of thin air, with flames flowing on the sword.

"Witch? Or a spellcaster?"

"Don't be so nervous, do you think I'm going to attack you now?" The woman waved her hand and introduced herself:

"My name is Ginny Ophidona, Mr. Diluk, but I've been keeping an eye on you."

"Always keeping an eye on me?" Diluk didn't relax his vigilance at the other party's words, and he also found that this Ginny had an indescribable sense of weirdness.

The gorgeous nightgown Ginny was wearing now was completely different from the one she had seen before, and her temperament was also different.

If what she had just peeked at outside the door was her unknown side, then what she showed now was her elegant and temperamental side.

No, that's not right.

Diluk suddenly realized that the process from seeing the other party playing a special game with the servants to entering the study and being discovered by the other party was less than three minutes.

After entering the study, he deliberately listened to the movement next door to make sure no one noticed, and the time was further shortened.

In such a short time, not only did he change his clothes, but there seemed to be no traces of the previous game on his body.

What's more worrying is that since Diluk was discovered, there has been no movement next door.

"Are you surprised, Mr. Diluc?"

Ginny smiled gently and explained, "This manor is the ancestral home of Kafiros, with a history of about four hundred years."

"Countless subhuman slaves have died here in the past four hundred years. The long-term resentment has erupted in recent years to form a special spirit world."

"Charles invited me here because he hopes I can comfort these spirits."

"I am kind-hearted and like these handsome and beautiful subhuman spirits, so I agreed."

"I didn't expect the quality of these spirits to be really good..."

Ginny smiled gently, but she said the most unorthodox things.

"Are they spirits?"

Diluke was stunned and realized that something was wrong. He didn't pay attention to the scene he saw before because he thought it was too eye-catching.

If he paid a little attention, he would find that the three subhumans playing games with Ginny were all spirits.

This special spirit is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. Except for professionals like Walnut who can recognize it at first sight, even Diluk can be easily fooled if he doesn't pay attention.

She is actually with a spirit...

The lady's intelligence before said that some witches would pretend to be doing this kind of thing with things in the spirit world.

Didn't they agree to "pretend"?

How did they really do it with a spirit.

"It seems that Mr. Diluk has a lot of puzzles." Ginny walked in front of Diluk with an elegant step, and the fiery look in her eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"I can answer your questions about anything you want to know."

"But... you have to make a bet with me?"

"Bet?" Diluk looked at Ginny puzzledly.

"Yes, it's a bet."

Ginny's eyes kept looking at Diluk, as if she was looking at some rare treasure, and there was madness hidden under her fiery eyes.

"You tell me first, what's the bet?"

"It's very simple, just bet on who will die first."

"What do you want to do?" Diluk was a little confused about the other party's thoughts. Generally, people who say this kind of thing are almost ready to attack.

But from Ginny's expression, it seems that she doesn't have such thoughts. There is no magic flowing in her body, no extra movements in her hands, and no killing intention.

"Witches like me have secret methods to prolong life and maintain youth. I wonder if Mr. Diluk has such a way to prolong life?"

"It's none of your business. Just say it directly, don't keep me in suspense."

"Okay, after you and I make a bet, if Mr. Diluk dies before me, then your body will belong to me."

"If I die first, then the bet will be cancelled, or it doesn't matter if Mr. Diluk does something with my body."

Ginny's breathing became heavier, and her cheeks flushed, giving Diluk a bad premonition.

"Mr. Diluc, I have never forgotten your photo since I saw it in the newspaper during the Dranok period."

"The scorching flames burning on the greatsword and the charming temperament kept me awake at night."

"During that time, I would look at your photo every day to fall asleep peacefully."

Jin

Ginny's words became bolder and more outrageous, and Diluk frowned.

But then Ginny changed her tone, turning this confession-style conversation into a curious one.

"The only pity is... Mr. Diluk is not dead, and he is not a corpse..."

"If Mr. Diluk is a corpse now, I will probably lose my mind and fall madly in love with you."

"..."

Take back what I said before, she is not much better than those perverted nobles.

People's XP is free, but I still suggest you see a doctor.

This also explains why Ginny plays various games with those spirits and enjoys it.

He really treats his hobby as a job.

"How about it, Mr. Diluk, do you want to make a bet with me?" Ginny looked at Diluk impatiently,

"I always thought I had no chance to meet Mr. Diluk, but I didn't expect that God gave me such an opportunity. God bless me!"

Which god will bless you, a guy with a weird operating system?

"I refuse."

Diluc refused without even thinking about it. Although he didn't think he would die before Ginny, this bet was too weird.

"Don't be so hasty to refuse."

Seeing Diluc's direct refusal, Ginny said anxiously:

"Aren't you Mond looking for the former Dranork slaves? I can help you."

"Mr. Diluc came here because of this, right?"

"I can guarantee that after we make the bet, Charles will release all the slaves and provide all kinds of evidence."

"No, I'll find out myself." Diluc replied expressionlessly. Even though the other party's conditions were very good, he gave up when he thought of the content of the bet.

Seeing that Diluk was determined not to agree, Ginny looked a little embarrassed. She stared at him for a long time before saying:

"Since Mr. Diluk is unwilling, then I will change the conditions."

"As long as it is not related to the corpse."

"I know that your seven countries are in contact with each other privately. The Witch Association of Moria has already defected to the Kingdom of Winter."

"Yes, what's the matter."

Mondstadt, Liyue, and Winter have some kind of tacit understanding. This is a well-known thing among the top leaders of this world, especially this slave recovery incident.

So it is normal for them to have some private contact.

"Then... you should know the monarch that the witch is going to deal with, right?"

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