Chapter 108 The Riddler (Part 4)

At sunset, deep pink clouds seemed to rise from the sea, and as the sky darkened, the clouds were painted with a rusty color.

Night fell over the fortress.

A logistics staff member said it would rain the next day, and someone ahead of him urged him to hurry up.

Having been flying at 5,000 feet, Billys was feeling a bit uncomfortable and just wanted to sleep, unless he had a bottle of alcohol to perk him up.

"I heard there's a tavern at the ramparts that only opens at night. Want to go check it out?"

"No, I just want to sleep."

"Elsa's wings are too heavy, she can't walk anymore."

"Honey, how about we end today's investigation?"

The three troublemakers kept Lisa from concentrating, and for some reason, she felt that Richie was still alive, sometimes sneaking up on her, sometimes slipping away quietly.

He was always an unpredictable person.

The third riddle is too broad. Plump, slender, and cute suggest it's a woman. What do black, white, and yellow represent respectively?

Far to the left, a dozen or so people were neatly squeezing into a spacious house, and you could hear the lively chatter from a distance.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the tavern.

Mia saw the tavern, lowered her head, as if recalling countless sorrows in her life.

"I won't go drinking."

As if waiting for someone to start, Lisa puffed out her chest like a rooster and said, "You all go back to sleep, I'm going in to have a couple of drinks by myself."

When Billy heard that his wife was going to drink alone at night, he was worried and said, "Darling, I'll go with you."

"Afraid something will happen to me? Sigh, go wash yourself, I'll be back before you dream about it."

Lisa easily guessed Billy's little scheme and dismissed him with a simple sentence.

Inside the tavern.

The men and women were all incredibly beautiful, and wherever there was alcohol, there were people who would strike up conversations.

Lisa had barely sat down for a minute when a handsome light elf appeared.

The light elf struck a smug pose; few elves grow beards, but he sported a thick mustache on his chin.

"You know what? You remind me of my first love." The Light Elf opened a bottle of Vera wine for Lisa, who was sitting at the same table.

Lisa looked at him through her eyelashes, raising her glass to her lips as a third party to quietly toast him.

At that moment, she appeared so charming, and the wine she drank seemed so meaningful.

"Was your first love also a devil?"

"My charming little devil, we often play a game of catching tails, and she always loses to me, so she can lean on my shoulder and act cute."

"Oh, a cliché story that you'll forget once you've sobered up."

Do you want to know what happened to us afterwards?

"You went to heaven, and she went to hell."

"Hey, have you had enough of the jokes?"

"You said it first."

"Fine, anyone who's interested in you is definitely a double idiot!"

Lisa finally got rid of the guy, but not long after she left, another one came.

Lisa was sitting down and could only reach the man's navel. When she looked up, she realized that he was a bartender, and a female orc at that.

"That guy's called Willie. He's all talk and no action, but he's no good at his job. You're a nightmare. I thought you'd be happy to see an energetic man. Well, good for you. This drink is yours."

"Thank you, I'm already married."

"Found it in another world?"

"On Earth."

"Congratulations, it's a blessing to be able to unite on Earth, at least you know each other's lifestyles. But in another world, you see, there are always conflicts between different species."

Sometimes, women can easily communicate about things.

Lisa only drank half a glass when she suddenly noticed that the female orc's drinking posture was quite charming; her graceful movements were quite disproportionate to her large and strong physique.

The observant Lisa soon made another discovery: whenever someone sang a love song in the bar, the bartender would hum along, and if it was a vulgar song, she would put on an unacceptable attitude.

If this bartender were on Earth, would he be a troublesome little devil?

Unfortunately, after being reborn, she was given a gigantic body, and the girl's dreams were distorted beyond recognition.

If Billis were here, what would he do when faced with the girl?

Lisa patted the orc's arm with the back of her fist and said with a smile, "Beast beauty, have a couple of drinks, it's on me."

The female orc quickly sat down. She had used a mascara pencil to draw a black curve above her bare eyes. If Lisa had drawn it, it could have been longer, preferably extending to the outer corner of her eye, to make her eyes look unique.

However, the ending may not be in line with the female orc's aesthetic.

Having become an orc means being devoid of charm.

This is truly a misfortune for young people who are full of expectations for love!

As a bartender, although he was treating guests, he didn't seem to be a very good drinker.

After Lisa finished drinking, the female orc only took a small sip, her eyes constantly fixed on the rabbit-eared dancer kicking her legs on the stage.

An agent wearing a tricorn hat blocked the view, and soon another refined young man appeared, with an old-fashioned parted hairstyle and a purple handkerchief hanging from his breast pocket.

Both men wanted to invite the dancer to dance.

The female orc suddenly gripped the handle of the cup tightly, and cracks appeared on the glass.

Her illusions about love were shattered every day in the tavern.

Lisa had originally planned to come to the tavern to relax, have a drink, and then go back to sleep. But as soon as she got up, she noticed a bright spot on the female orc's body.

He has a three-colored tattoo on his shoulder, in which small dolls made of black, white and yellow hold hands and do somersaults on his red skin.

I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

Combining the riddle, it's not black, not white, not yellow; not plump, not slender, and certainly not cute. Looking at the entire stronghold, it seems that only the red-skinned female orc sitting in front of me fits the criteria.

Lisa sat down again, smiling, and asked, "How long have you been working here?"

"Plus, this year marks its tenth anniversary."

"Oh, then you must know a lot of people?"

"You mean the people who live inside the walls? Yes, I know almost all of them, except for the high-ranking guests who don't come to drink."

"You know Richie too?"

The female orc seemed to have heard a catastrophic word and choked, "I... I don't know it, what's wrong?"

“But you just said that almost everyone living inside the walls knows each other.”

"I also said that, except for those who don't come to drink."

"Sigh, well, I thought Richie was a good person to deal with, because I was looking up all his information. Someone said, 'You'd better go to the tavern and find a beautiful orc; she might have what you're looking for.' But it seems I chose the wrong person in my haste. Someone who couldn't even make friends left this world like this. His colleagues from his previous life must be sad for him."

Lisa looked at the other person with sarcasm, turned to leave, but the female orc grabbed her arm.

"Your statement that someone who can't even make friends leaves this world is wrong, dear lady. That Richie just wasn't used to the lifestyle of the upper class. To put it nicely, he and I are on the same side."

"Huh? But you just told me..."

"I lied. I didn't know you were an investigator."

"You mean, if you knew I was an investigator, you would tell me everything about him?"

"Okay, but there's a condition: you have to tell me everything you know."

"I'm sorry, but it would be very difficult for an investigator to disclose information."

The female orc was the answer to the riddle, but she was probably more troublesome than the previous two, and she knew very well that she should choose another time.

The tavern at night is a place full of passion, with more crazy ideas than during the day.

Lisa was really leaving this time. She paid the female orc, saying she felt bad about having to accept the drink from her earlier.

Several pairs of gleaming eyes appeared on the dance floor. Just like the decadent aristocratic life, a few young men embraced the sleek dancers with astonishing arrogance, as if some people were born for that profession.

Lisa had already stepped out the door, glancing once or twice at the stars that had disappeared into the sky.

"Wait a minute!" A female orc's voice suddenly came from behind. She chased after him out of the tavern, carrying an empty wine bottle. "I should have realized it sooner. Nightmares are very rare. There's only one in the entire Alliance. You must be Lisa, right?"

"Rich told you that?"

“He told me before he died, ‘If any of Lisa, Billis, or Mia comes to you, give them the labeled bottle; if none of them are you, give them the unlabeled bottle.’”

Lisa took the bottle and discovered that it wasn't completely empty; there was a piece of paper rolling around inside.

Pulling off the bottle cap, I poured out a note that read: "Lisa, Billis, Mia, it's so good to see you again, even though you're dead. Oh, does that sound scary? But it's okay, just think of me as an omnipresent Void Elemental. Let me think... First of all, congratulations on successfully skipping two levels. But you can only skip two levels; the riddle game must continue."

The line below containing the riddle was written in ancient script, and Lisa didn't recognize a single word.