The Ghost Hunter And The Terror!

Brother-in-law

"Hey, listen, how could I possibly be your brother-in-law? I didn't even see anything. Besides, in my hometown, women often dress even more sexily than that!" Claude felt extremely annoyed, so he glared and spoke bluntly.

"What?" But he could never have imagined that Mortimer's gaze towards him would be so fierce at this moment. Even Tiffany, who was walking a distance ahead, stopped in her tracks and looked intently this way.

The white rabbit lying in Claude's arms was startled by the actions of the two, its white fur standing on end.

"Hey, hey! What's going on with you two? I... I was just giving an example, and besides, it's not like I can defeat her, can I? How could I possibly become your brother-in-law?"

"Hmph, that's a matter for later, but now that you've seen Tiffany's body, you must take responsibility. Otherwise, you must duel with her today. As long as you win, you can leave!" Mortimer stepped forward three steps, pulling the axe on his shoulder in front of him, his eyes fiercely determined.

And Tiffany from ahead had also started moving towards this side. Claude felt as if he had fallen straight into an ice pit, his back cold, his mind extremely tense.

"This... this..."

Seeing Claude's hesitant demeanor, a surge of inexplicable anger rose in the young girl's heart, she looked at him with a sly smile and said: "What, don't you find me beautiful?"

Mortimer stood aside, the corner of his eye twitching slightly, unconsciously stepping back three or four paces. Mortimer well knew that his sister's smile was the calm before the storm.

"Beautiful, very beautiful!"

Claude replied unconsciously, but after speaking, he couldn't help but feel incredibly stupid.

"Well, then why won't you agree to my brother's request?" She glanced at Claude, smiling slightly.

"I..."

"Ah, is it because you think I'm not worthy of you?" She looked at him smiling again, and continued: "This is simple, if you defeat me, then from now on, we go our separate ways. But if you lose, you must obey me for the rest of your life. If I say go east, you go east; if I say go west, you go west. How do you feel about this request?"

Claude shivered at this, the scene of her fighting the grey wolf still vividly before him, how dare he accept the offer, so he quickly shook his head vigorously, saying: "No no no, that's not what I meant, you... don't misunderstand!"

"Hmph, misunderstand what? If you are still a man, then just defeating me will make me yours, any requests you have, I will fulfill. But if you lose, then today, I want you to kneel down and apologize to me, and from now on, you must follow me without my permission, not allowed to leave even half a step!" The face that was smiling moments ago, in an instant, turned coldly terrifying.

Before Claude had a chance to respond, the twin short swords in her hands glinted coldly, revealing an extremely terrifying aura. Claude, a bit scared, immediately stepped back three or four steps. But at that moment, the system's voice suddenly rang out.

"System announcement: The quest to subdue Tiffany has been activated. The master is advised to quickly defeat Tiffany to gain her favor. Should the quest fail, the master will officially become Tiffany's lifelong prisoner, forever unable to escape her control."

Upon hearing this announcement, Claude nearly fell backward onto the ground, fainting.

My God, defeat her? What situation is this?

"Rosalie, Rosalie, where are you? Come out quickly!" Claude urgently called out Rosalie's name in his mind.

Unfortunately, at that moment, aside from Tiffany Young's cold gaze upon him, there was no response whatsoever.

"Brother-in-law! Hang in there, I believe you can do it!" At that moment, Mortimer, from nowhere, came over, patted Claude on the shoulder, and even deliberately raised his fist to cheer him on.

Claude was nearly driven to fury by these two siblings. He snorted at Mortimer, saying: "Big brother, aren't you afraid that after I defeat your sister, she will be ruined?"

"Ha ha ha, no problem, no problem! If you can beat her, I'll immediately find someone to marry her off to you! Just go ahead and give it your all!" Mortimer laughed loudly upon hearing this, seemingly not bothered by Claude's words at all. He even intentionally stepped back to a distance, leaning against a tree, crossing his legs as if he was getting ready to watch an exciting play.

On the other side, the little white rabbit also folded its ears, its eyes wide open, alternately looking at Claude and then at Tiffany. It seemed to be eagerly anticipating the match. Poor Claude. While he was still figuring out a strategy, seeing such a scene only made him swallow his resentment.

"Fine, you all are great! Just good at bullying me, just wait!" Claude glared at Mortimer and the little white rabbit, then turned to Tiffany with a bitter smile: "So, do we really have to fight it out?"

"What? Are you scared?" Tiffany twirled her short swords in her hands while looking at him with disdain.

"Scared, huh, it's not yet clear who should be scared of whom! Don't think just because you beat that gray wolf, I will be scared of you. Let me tell you, be careful, or I might just make you cry for your daddy and mommy!" Despite the turmoil inside, Claude still put on a calm facade, showing no fear at all.

"Alright, then witness my sword!" Tiffany, ever impulsive, lost her patience with Claude's blabbering and rushed towards him, scaring Claude terribly.

"Wait... wait a moment..." Claude hastily stepped back, waving his hands and shouting loudly.

"How so?" The two short swords in Tiffany's hands were pressed against Claude's throat, and with a mere flick, she could easily slit his throat.

Claude was terrified, hurriedly swallowing his saliva and gently pushing Tiffany's short swords away, forcing a smile as he said: "Miss, look, I haven't even drawn my weapon yet. Isn't it a bit unfair for you to attack like this?"

Tiffany slightly raised her eyebrows, noticing indeed that Claude still had his bow and arrows on his back, not yet drawn. She then retracted her short swords and stepped back three steps, saying: "Alright then, draw your bow and arrow. Otherwise, even if I defeat you, you won't accept it willingly!"

She seemed very confident that she would easily defeat Claude, so she responded quite leisurely. Claude, being looked down upon like this, couldn't help but feel a bit angry.

"You crazy woman, just wait until I subdue you, I'll definitely spank your butt!" Claude couldn't help but think some wicked thoughts at that moment.

Tiffany, who had been standing by observing, shivered involuntarily seeing the mean smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?"

Caught off guard by her sudden question, Claude became flustered, quickly rubbing his hands together and laughing awkwardly: "Ha ha, I wasn't laughing at anything, not at all. So, Miss, are you ready? Let's start the duel!"

As Claude spoke, he rotated his wrists, intentionally cracking his shoulder joints and stretching, performing a few morning exercise movements. Watching his strange actions, Tiffany looked at him curiously. But Claude didn't care at all and continued warming up nonchalantly.

"Hey, are you ready yet?" Mortimer, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but grow impatient and shouted out.

"What's the rush? Wait a moment, let me warm up a bit more!" Claude glared at Mortimer, a bit annoyed.

"Alright, stop wasting time! If you refuse to fight, then I'll just disable you and see if you'll obey me afterward?" Finally, Tiffany could no longer hold back, shaking her wrist and intentionally looking towards Claude's groin as she spoke.

Claude was startled by her gesture, quickly jumping back several steps and shouting: "Hey, watch where you're looking! If you want to fight, then come at me! Who's afraid of whom?"