◎In a werewolf killing, hide the witch card in your hand. ◎
Just like every mother's bedside story, the little witch doesn't sleep well, waiting to be caught by the priest and judged on the chopping block, using a big mallet to beat the meat into a pulp like pork.
Amber talks about this part the most, and always asks Miss Poppy to perform it live. Miss Poppy is also very cooperative in showing the cat's nocturnal morphology, and performs a puddle of witch meat that has been hammered to death.
The helmet was opened with a snap, which also startled Dill out of her memories.
The short honey-colored curly hair sticks to the white skin. The boy's eyes are clear olive green, with a touch of ripe gold showing against the bright summer light. The silver-white cold armor seems to be cast from the melting snow in winter, under the refraction of the sun. It was a breathtaking coldness, but it also illuminated the radiant beauty, making the girl's eyes sore.
The blond, handsome and polite young knight is like every girl's dream lover, and like Dill's recent nightmare coming true.
Boom, boom, boom, what is tossing under the chest is not a shy deer, but a death knell of mourning.
"It's broad daylight, and it's as stuffy as a furnace in here."
The young knight waved his sweaty blond hair to cover up his appearance, a bright smile quickly stopped on his lips, the empty wind taunted in his ears, and the beautiful little girl disappeared with the big white goose in her arms, making no sound like a deer. Slip away fast.
Bang, a splash of water exploded under her feet. Dill hugged the turnip and ran away without looking back, but her limp feet were not up to par. She was soon out of breath, touching a thick tree trunk, trying hard to calm down her heart-breaking heart. panting.
The knight's call and the clanking of armor were getting closer and closer, and Dill's legs became as hard as if they had roots under the earth.
Move, move, move. No matter how much she cursed and tried her best, she could not move even half an inch. Her brain and limbs were arguing. This body was already exhausted from a whole day of tossing, and it made the most helpless protest against Dill.
In desperation, she put down the turnip. Although the big white goose couldn't fly, it could float far away with its wings.
"Find a small river and live well, don't accidentally get eaten." Dill said goodbye to Turnip sadly. Who would have thought that the touching reunion would be parted so quickly, and that he would be the one to be roasted before the big white goose. Dill.
The big white goose seemed not to hear it, swaying its beautiful buttocks and continued to follow the little master step by step. Those round little beady eyes must have some kind of magic power, and the naive and stupid look made the girl reluctant to leave. How could she leave it behind?
Dill picked up the soft and swollen familiar, as if buried in a cloud. Even the soul with holes in it was filled with warm cotton wool, and the soul seemed to have been redeemed. Dill, be brave, not for yourself, but for Turnip, and for Amber.
The old wound on the arm is still hot, silently reminding Dill.
"Yes, yes, there must be a way.
Yes, calm down, Dill, think about it carefully. The other party does not seem hostile. Anyone would be surprised by the sudden loss of a living person. Moreover, these knights are all educated sons of nobles and will not catch a random woman. Just say she's a witch...she should act relaxed and at ease, turning around and running away would be the worst thing to do.
Dill flattened her chest. At least she was not suffocating in the barrel. A big mouthful of fresh air helped her think.
In fact, the appearance of a foreign country is a double-edged sword. Dill does not need to worry about the flaws in her words, and she may even not speak. But a foreigner who doesn't understand the language doesn't stay at the port and gather with waterfowl, but wanders around suspiciously inland... Not to mention that she just fell directly from the sky. As long as this gentleman knight has a good memory, he must be quite familiar with those bedside stories. : The witch flies in the sky on a broomstick.
And the clothes on her body, this beautiful silver robe is so conspicuous, it's like a tag nailed to a piglet's ears. It's not worth the butcher's knife unless it's slaughtered.
Thinking of this, the girl immediately grabbed a few handfuls of soil and smeared it wildly on her body, wishing to merge with the earth. Even the protector Turnip was so frightened by this battle that she fluttered her wings and retreated, determined not to let the beautiful feathers Caught in dust.
No, we can't let him see the clues in the robe. Dill wanted to tear some holes in the clothes, but as soon as her hands touched the surface of the robe, the silk threads automatically collapsed under her fingertips, and cracks opened automatically like the peel of a ripe peel.
kindness?
Dill suspected that she had seen it wrong. She pressed on the crack again and pretended to repair it. As a result, the collapsed silk threads seemed to have invisible spider legs, and they were staggered back into place one by one, carefully and orderly, and soon Another piece of complete and brand-new robe material
Helena is right, this is a magic dress.
The silver boots crushed the branches, and the scraping sound made Dill's hand tremble.
"Miss! Are you there? I didn't mean to scare you. Do you understand what I said?"
The knight sounded like a headless fly, but he walked towards his prey accurately step by step.
"You left something behind! A wooden box, is it luggage? It also fell from the tree."
Oya was so kind, not only Dill's goose, but also her small medicine cabinet was stuffed in. No wonder she was covered in wounds from eating it. All the girl's belongings in Miller Valley disappeared overnight, which only strengthened the fact that she fled without a fight in the eyes of everyone.
But Dill didn't feel any anger at this time. She touched her clothes and suddenly thanked Oya for giving her a good idea.
The knight followed the messy footprints on the ground. There was a giant tree surrounded by three people in front of him. He took a step forward and seemed to have stepped on something under his feet. He reached out to fish it out. A red thread is pulled out from the withered yellow leaves, which is connected to a string of rope knots below. The strange rope decoration gives birth to a pair of beautiful wings, like a butterfly that is eager to flutter its wings.
The knight subconsciously closed his palms and opened them again. He was amazed and played with the rope ornament for a long time before carefully keeping it on his body.
"Miss?" He spoke so softly that you could hear the cracking of fallen leaves, fearing to disturb another fleeing butterfly.
He stepped over the protruding roots and stretched his head behind the trunk.
Dill closed her eyes, her stiff body wishing to merge with the big tree.
Dill, there's nothing wrong with you, it's just acting! Yes, you are playing a game now, a werewolf killing, hide the witch card in your hand, and you have to play the role you are pretending to be.
Now, it's daybreak, let the villagers open their eyes.
"Sure enough, it's you." The young knight showed a relaxed smile, seeming to be relieved that the girl didn't turn around and run away again.
Everything happened too fast before, and now he could take a good look at this girl who fell from the sky.
The wide-sleeved jade blouse unique to the east coast reaches to the knees, as if it has been covered with light snow all night. The skirt under the lining is quietly blooming, and it is folded from the waist tightly, moving like water patterns. People from the East Coast love this kind of "blue flowers on a white ground" very much, which conceals their natural petiteness and timidity and brings out the unique slenderness and softness of the frame, which also reflects the precious flower porcelain they brought.
"This must be yours."
The knight was extremely sure. He stepped forward and wanted to hand the carved wooden box to the girl with his own hands, but he caught a sharp glimpse of a menacing white shadow in the corner of his eye. He subconsciously took a few steps back to avoid a big white goose with fluttering wings.
The girl hurriedly took the wooden box and quickly retreated to a safe distance with the turnip.
It turned out to be a goose with a master. No matter how hungry the knight was, he couldn't be rude, and now he didn't even dare to approach rashly.
He carefully asked: "Do you understand Common Language? Why do you appear in a place like this?"
You can do it, you can do it.
Dill put the medicine box on his back, recited the lines in his mind over and over again, got into the role, and said in a vague accent:
"Specialized in treating bruises, broken bones and tendons, and bleeding! My dear Sir, would you like to buy some medicine?"
Lies are the salty sea breeze that always makes Dill's nose allergic.
This is her defense against Oya, and it is also the reason why she is invincible in the werewolf killing. If she is allowed to draw a silver knight that can be killed directly, it will be even more terrifying. Often in less than three games, countless witch cards are cut down by the silver sword.
Veranika often teased her that she was just like the church's lackey, with a sensitive dog nose. Actually, that's not true. Dill herself hides too many secrets. Maybe she is a huge mystery herself, so she is particularly sensitive to the truth and lies of others.
Now the roles are reversed, and the game becomes a real hunt... Dill lowered his head and touched the delicate patterns of the wooden box, as if doing so could soothe the burning tattoo on his skin; it was as hot as a kiss at this time .
The gods still gave Dill some breathing space. The silver knight in front of him behaved politely and spoke clearly and extremely slowly. He tried hard to communicate with the girl from a foreign country and was afraid of accidentally scaring others.
The knight's name is Mucha Holzorg. He was named a Silver Knight in the church just after he turned seventeen. He can be said to be young and promising, but underneath his firm and dazzling silver armor, he is still just a passionate and ideal man. Boy, otherwise he wouldn't be easily dazzled by the cute girl and wouldn't notice anything unusual at all.
He said he had sprained his hand and thoughtfully added some gesticulating gestures.
Dill nodded as if she understood, but the beautiful silver armor on her body made her eyes light up, and she couldn't help but compare the prices with her fingers... After all, as an out-and-out East Coaster, if you don't spend money, you will have to pay for it. Comparatively, it is easy to make people suspicious.
As expected, the young knight had no doubts. He took off his arm armor and pulled up his sleeves, revealing skin that was delicate and fair, but at the same time graceful and powerful. He was indeed a noble child carefully cultivated.
Dill subconsciously looked at the sword on his waist. Maybe she could hang a half-baked witch with just her arms without using a sword.
"Probably he was crushed by a heavy object that fell from the sky." He carefully glanced at the girl who was leaning forward to check, not sure if she understood.
Dill was still a little guilty. After all, she actually expected the other party to be injured and unable to lift the sword, so when she heard the knight's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then realized that there was something in the other person's words.
She immediately made use of the topic, slurring her words, and feigned anger: "Sir, you... you are so rude!"
The girl quickly and neatly carried her small medicine cabinet and carried her goose in her arms. She turned around and was about to run away, but another big silver hand blocked the way.
"I mean the box, miss." The handsome knight with blond hair and blue eyes smiled narrowly.
Dill's face became hot as she was unable to escape. She was the owner of the box. There was no shadow in the knight's clear blue eyes, and there was no hint of accusation. However, Dill knew that she was afraid that she would never leave. After all, this would be a hit and run.
The big white goose Turnip struggled uneasily in her arms, and Dill didn't dare to let go of it, lest it step on the knight's innocent and harmless face.