The night grew darker. Some people had already booked rooms and were planning to make do with the small space for the night. Some were still in the hall, drinking coarse wine and whispering about various things.
For children, it was time for them to go to bed and rest.
Julius and Lulunaka happened to be such children — at least on the surface.
Pasta booked the cheapest room. When the lady boss brought them to the room before dinner, Pasta could still hear the squeaking of mice, and judging from the sounds, they were quite agile.
Although the sounds were quite unsettling, no one had any expectations for the hotel's environment. Moreover, it was a shabby hotel on the side of the road. Naturally, it was even more impossible.
Even the cheapest room cost Pasta a lot of silver coins.
A roof with shelter was better than sleeping in the open.
Julius had a different view on this. He believed that it was better to camp outside than to live in such a place like the travelers who did not plan to stay. He had been thinking about this for a long time, and he was still talking about it when he went to bed at night. He was not used to seeing so much money in other people's hands — he thought he had a lot. Neither Pasta nor Lulunaka cared.
After dinner, Lulunaka and the others only stayed in the hall for a while before they were brought back to their rooms by Pasta.
In the eyes of others, this was probably just an uncle who wanted his nephew and niece to have a good rest and not stay in a place like the hall that could become a mess.
No matter how many possibilities there were, in a place like the hotel, there were always plenty of opportunities for drinking and fighting. Even after a day of running around, some people's energy was always endless, especially their enthusiasm for causing trouble. It was never going to stop.
This was the superficial reason, and it was also the reason that many people would come up with without permission and hang it on others.
Pasta brought Lulunaka and Julius back to their room. When he opened the door, he heard the familiar squeaking sound from before.
Since it was the cheapest room, it was already very satisfying to have a minimum level of cleanliness and comfort.
As for the rats, if they only heard the sound, they wouldn't be able to tell how bad the room was, unless they quickly crawled across the broken floor.
"Rest well. We still have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."
Pasta said to Julius and Lulunaka. Then he laughed, "What am I talking about? You really think of yourself as an uncle. There is no outsider here."
'Mr. Edgar, this is the best. '
Lulunaka had already walked to the bed and sat down. She was loosening the laces of her boots. "When we're outside, you're my uncle. You can't say that you don't treat yourself as my uncle just because no one saw you, right?
In that case, perhaps in the eyes of some people, the relationship between you and me will become worse.
You know, a man in the prime of his life and a cute and pretty little girl. On the surface, they seem to be uncle and niece, but in private, if they are suspected … "
"Stop, I'm not interested in this kind of joke and joke that only aristocrats would have."
Pasta interrupted Lulunaka's words. "I used to be a member of the Church. If you say this, I really can't smile and cooperate with you."
"Then I'm being rude."
Lulunaka just smiled. She didn't seem to think that she was being rude. "But, do you really think that this is only a matter in the aristocratic circle?
That's not necessarily true. This kind of bad and perverted relationship, would it happen among the commoners?
Or in the Church, is there really no such dirty thing? "
Lulunaka's words made it difficult for Pasta to refute.
He wanted to say that Lulunaka was twisting words and forcing logic, but she wasn't talking nonsense. This kind of thing could happen in any era and any place.
"Don't you think I'm right?" Lulunaka had already taken off her boots and sat barefoot on the bed.
This simple room with rats had two beds, which could be considered as the only satisfactory place. But it was impossible for three people to sleep on two beds.
As for Xue Lun, although they were familiar with each other, he didn't seem to be thick-skinned enough to have the intention to live together.
And from Xue Lun's point of view, the other party had brought a girl home, so he really wasn't suitable to make up the number. Besides, a room with only two beds was already a little cramped for three people. If they added another person to make it four, they probably wouldn't be able to sleep well.
"This kind of thing doesn't have to depend on one's identity. As long as there's a demon in one's heart, it can happen anytime and anywhere. And many times, people will turn a blind eye to it."
"Why don't you stop it when you know that there's a demon in a person's heart?" Julius asked curiously.
He had already put aside the cross-shaped sword on his back. The cross-shaped sword that was wrapped in layers of cloth looked like a stick, and the outline of the sword couldn't be seen at all.
He sat on the other bed, and his expression wasn't very good. Or rather, everyone who stayed in the hotel didn't have a good expression. After all, most of them had rushed for an entire day and were so tired that they were willing to stay in hotels that weren't very reasonable.
"Why?
Maybe it's because the demon is too cunning, or because the people around the demon have been bewitched? "Lulunaka replied. This answer made Pasta frown.
Julius obviously didn't understand what he and Lulunaka were talking about just now, and for a young man, it was understandable that he didn't understand this kind of thing. But Lulunaka didn't seem to intend to explain it to him and was talking nonsense.
"If you see this kind of demon, don't hesitate to stab that demon to death with your sword.
That demon is in a person's heart, and it's easy to kill it. It's easier than popping a bubble. Just use a little force and stab the tip of the sword in. "
Julius had a look of suspicion on his face. "If that demon really lives in a person's heart, that person will die if I do this, right?"
"A person who is parasitized by a demon will of course die!"
Lulunaka raised her voice a lot. "Do you want to leave mercy to those who have become the demon's lackeys?
That's not what a hero should do. "
Pasta could be sure that not only was Lulunaka talking nonsense, but she was also planning to lead Julius down the wrong path.
No matter how bad the "demon" hidden in some people's hearts was, if this was done according to what Lulunaka said, then the person who was stabbed wouldn't be the only one with a "demon" hidden in his heart.
If he really did according to what Lulunaka said, then as a person, it was really too … extreme.
"Kid, I'll give you a suggestion. Don't believe a word your cousin says."
Pasta said to Julius. When he said the identity of his cousin, it sounded more like a joke than a reminder.
"Am I that bad, uncle?" Lulunaka blinked her eyes, looking innocent.
"Yes." Pasta answered very directly, without the slightest hesitation.
Lulunaka snorted a few times and didn't answer again, lying on the bed.
Julius looked at the conversation between the two and was a bit at a loss. He couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Pasta once again turned to Julius, "Sleep early, don't let your imagination run wild, and don't think about going down.
You haven't reached the age where you can drink. "
"Why?" Julius felt that his thoughts had been seen through, and his face was a bit hot.
He really wanted to stay down there, and not go back to his room to sleep like a child. There was another very important reason, he didn't want to be in the same room as Lulunaka.
Maybe some young people would be envious, but Julius would never feel happy about it. It was worse than being beaten. God knew if Lulunaka would torture him because she was in a bad mood or something.
"Your face is full of the desire in your heart."
Pasta said, "Also, your face can't hide what's in your heart. It will only let guys like Xue Lun get what they want.
If you want to grow up to be an adult, then think about how to hide your feelings well. "
After Pasta finished speaking, he closed the door and left, leaving Julius with a blank face and Lulunaka lying on the bed, rolling around.
"Is there a word written on my face?" Julius touched his cheek and pulled it hard a few times.
He didn't feel that there was a word written on his face, but everyone seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.
"There is no word written on your face, but it is engraved," Lulunaka said, "This is much worse than writing it in ink. Hero."
Hearing the word hero, Julius's mood became even more depressed.
For him now, hearing the word hero was definitely not something that could cheer him up.
Lulunaka smiled and continued, "See, I'm right. Your face is full of depression now, and anyone can see it.
A guy like you is the best prey for liars. Anyone can lie to you, but you can't lie to anyone. "
Speaking of liars, Julius thought of Xue Lun.
"That Xue Lun, is he a bad guy?"
Lulunaka, who was lying on the bed, raised her head with a curious look, "Why would you think of this?"
"I heard your conversation. You said he was a spy."
"Oh, I thought you were just a pig who only knew how to eat and didn't care about anything else."
Julius sighed, "Just treat me as a pig, but I heard it in the end."
"Why do you think that spies are bad?"
Lulunaka had a curious look on her face, "Which side are you on? Why are you saying this?"