◎Your scent seems to attract him. ◎
When Dill returned to Mrs. Cole's house, the heavy night had fallen to the edge of the forest, leaving only a thin orange skyline. The twisted and tangled tree branches opened a dark and silent net, and a few crows that escaped the net fled in a hurry. It seemed that there were countless dark creatures waiting for opportunities under the heavy tree canopy.
Mrs. Cole left her alone, and as soon as she saw Dill she pulled her into the house as if some wild beast were chasing her.
"Such a big thing happened last night, and the mayor kept you so late!"
While blaming, Mrs. Cole did not forget to lock all the doors and windows. She could not hide her nervousness. The old hound Jack who was supposed to be guarding the door was also driven into the house and was taking a nap on Lily's lap.
Dill looked at the warm atmosphere of this home and thought of the mayor's specious words, and couldn't help but feel a little heavy.
Perhaps because of what happened yesterday, the curfew was enforced particularly strictly tonight. Dill looked out the window and saw that it was pitch black outside and could not see anything. She could only hear the hoarse cries of crows.
At the dinner table, it was seen that Mrs. Cole was hesitant to speak, but Dill did not shy away from telling what happened in the church.
What was surprising was Mrs. Cole's answer:
"I have an impression of that Eber. I remember he had a beard and an accent thicker than that of a cow. I think the whole town probably has the impression, right?"
Dill caught a glimpse of inspiration: "Has he spoken to you?"
"He bought milk with me and talked for a few words. I saw him looking for people to talk to everywhere. I never knew that Hebers were so interested in werewolves."
Mrs. Cole gave Dill a bowl of hot vegetable mush, which spilled a little, and she scratched the edges impatiently with a wooden spoon.
"He was a rude and rude guy. As soon as he came to the door, he asked me if my husband was killed by a werewolf? He also asked me if I was a witch. How else could I escape the werewolf's curse? I should have just poured boiled milk on him. On his face, it was a pity that he never had a chance again, I can't believe it was him who disappeared."
Dill pricked up her ears and took the full amount of wheat paste in her hand.
"Were the people who disappeared before all the townspeople?"
Mrs. Cole was taken aback for a moment, as if she had some realization: "Yes, the ones who disappeared this year are all out-of-towners. They always say that those out-of-towners don't have loyal beliefs and are targeted by werewolves."
Lily listened to them attentively, and the wheat paste in her mouth dripped onto the table.
Mrs. Cole impatiently wiped her daughter's mouth with the bib on her skirt: "Anyway, I've had enough of this ghost place. If possible, I really want to take Lily away. Those out-of-towners are crazy, they come in groups." Did the team come here thinking there is a gold mine?"
There is indeed a gold mine. Dill scooped up the milky-white stewed vegetables with a wooden spoon.
Werewolves are monsters, and they are full of magic power. In other words, they are also full of treasures.
The werewolf's fur is invulnerable, and its teeth and claws are as poisonous as a curse; a pair of eyes that shine in the dark can also be made into enchanting gems; a werewolf head can even be exchanged for title and territory in the Junli River... …
Datne is lying. He is not a jeweler from Heber at all. He is a bounty hunter who comes to hunt werewolves.
Regardless of whether Sir Aird was testing it intentionally or unintentionally, the nobles of Byfledin admired Heber jewelry the most. Even if a Heber jeweler couldn't speak common language, he would definitely not know anything about Byfledin. She put it in The Heber jewelry box in the medicine cabinet still has the warnings of the Great Fable written in Bavletin.
Most likely, Datny, Val, and the first few missing travelers were bounty hunters who had heard the werewolf legend in Jonestown and came specifically to hunt werewolves, so they all disappeared on the way to search for werewolves.
Dill finished her dinner absentmindedly.
It is now certain that Datny is not an alien werewolf. Sir Elder seems to think this is a boring case of murder. It's just that those missing people, including the Bronze Knight Russell, followed the traces of werewolves. Are their disappearances really related to werewolves?
She wanted to bring some leftovers to feed the turnips. The big white goose flapped its wings and looked in good spirits. When Dill looked at it, the dark clouds surrounding her heart were floating away like feathers.
Lily couldn't help but sigh when she saw it: "Jack hasn't had anything to eat all day."
I saw the old hound cowering in the girl's arms, making weak groans from time to time. It turned out that he was not sleeping, but twitching uneasily.
The crumpled lower eyelids showed the blood under the eyes. The old hound looked extremely tired, but it still refused to close its eyes and stared at the door.
"Jack is getting old. Don't mess with him anymore and let him have a good rest." Mrs. Cole didn't care and cleared the tableware on the table.
Lily bit her lip, but before she could say anything, a slender hand reached over and gently pressed on the old hound's head.
The girl smiled slightly and made a silent gesture to Lily. The old hound under her hand did not resist, and began to slowly close his eyelids, take a long breath, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Dill hoped that the Moon Goddess would give this loyal old dog a good dream.
Mrs. Cole still had some work to do, so Dill took Lily to bed first.
The girl hugged the old dog and immediately fell asleep. A pair of shining eyes stared at the two outsiders in the dark night, and the sharp claws were ready to move, and were about to hit the girl's fragile neck.
"No, Turnip."
Dill covered the orange bird's beak in time.
It rained last night and the sky was covered with clouds and there was no moonlight, but tonight is different.
When the silver moonlight fell on the edge of the bed, Dill opened her eyes.
In fact, a certain moon elf was buzzing in her head, making so much noise that Dill couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to. She could only use a handful of valerian root ground into sleeping powder to ensure that Lily could sleep until dawn.
As long as there is moonlight, it is the temple of the Moon Witch.
The black-haired girl landed barefoot on the ground, hugging the big white goose and got out of bed silently.
The room they slept in was the former study of Mr. Cole, with a large number of books and papyrus stacked everywhere, and a black hat and a leather beak mask hanging on the wall; Mr. Cole is a well-respected plague doctor who is still alive. , perhaps for this reason, people said that the plague that killed him had no cure and must have come from the werewolf's curse.
A small prayer window is opened near the roof beam, and the sunlight or moonlight will pour on the devout believers like a broken hourglass. It is not difficult to see that when the male protagonist was alive, the family of three was wealthy and fulfilling.
Unlike the cold power during the day, the moon elf at night has his own ideas. He urges Dill to pray devoutly and soak the artifact in the moonlight.
[Tonight is the waxing moon, and the Moon Goddess's bowstring is protecting the forest. You can't be lazy. Take out your magic weapon and shine it under the moonlight. ]
Dill didn't refuse. In fact, the old hound's abnormality also made her extra vigilant and tossing and turning.
The moonlight on the ground was cut into a square pond of sparkling silver light by the window panes. Dill was soaked in it. Even if it was just an inconspicuous little corner, she instantly felt like home. With a click, she softly opened the medicine cabinet. lock,
The breeze blowing in from the window stirred up the dust on the turf paper, and there was an unusual aroma of herbs. The girl's dexterous fingers pressed the hidden mechanism, and the layers of secret grids opened. The inaudible glazed bells sounded like elves. Whispering in the wind. In the dark night, a witch's small workshop quietly unfolded.
Dill took out the silver cups and crystal mirrors one by one and spread them out in the moonlight.
The girl picked up the bronze telescope and looked at it, wondering if this thing could detect werewolves? It's a pity that a stranger can't act too unique at this time. Even if she finds the werewolf, she can't convince others to believe it.
She put the bronze telescope back into the moonlight, letting the clear crystals shine.
"kindness?"
Dill picked up the silver cup on the other side.
Ever since the trip, she had not taken a good look at her magic weapon.
It had a round mouth and tall legs, without any decoration. It looked like an ordinary silver cup. Only the silver-plated surface was tinged with a natural luster. She couldn't help but hold it up high under the moonlight and look at it, thinking about how to use the silver cup. Possibility of intoxicating werewolves with purifying wine.
Tick tock.
Dill thought she heard wrongly, and then a second tick fell, and at the same time the silver cup in her hand trembled slightly, as if some crystal dew was broken at the bottom of the cup.
She shook the silver cup, and the bottom of the cup flashed with light like running water, which seemed to resonate with the moonlight outside the window, reflecting the brightness of the room.
"Is this Full Moon Ning?" she exclaimed.
As the name suggests, full moon condensation is a clear substance that can only be collected on full moon nights. It is like liquid and solid. When it is not moving, it is as clear as crystal, and when it is flowing, it is like clear water. Full Moon Condensation can purify all impurities and perfectly combine herbs or metals with different properties. It can be said to be the best potion base and alchemy material.
But just like rare silver and gold, it is difficult to collect during the full moon. The moonlight of the quarter moon is too weak. Even if you wait until the full moon night, you have to wait for several months before you can drink a small bottle.
It's just that the liquid silver in this witch world is pouring out from the bottom of his cup in an endless stream?
Yuegui answered her confusion:
[The magic weapon given by the Moon God can naturally absorb the amount under the moonlight. Your magic power connects His Highness's power of fertility. Your silver cup is naturally a magic weapon that also symbolizes fertility. Basically, as long as it is a liquid, it can give it endless supply. Absolute magical properties that you can use endlessly. ]
This is probably the best news Dill has heard in these days. Her joy and expectation were conveyed to Yuegui, and the elf seemed to be very happy as well:
[So you have to pray well and practice well. I will wait until the next full moon and I have accumulated enough energy to reveal myself. ]
Dill couldn't help but wonder about the shape of laurel, and she remembered the elf with dragonfly wings from before.
[Don't confuse me with those lake elves who only know how to play. I am an elf of light and wisdom born from the flawless moonlight and the girl's sorrow. ]
It turns out that there is still a chain of contempt in the elf circle. What do you mean by a girl's sorrow? Like a magical girl's gourmet cupboard? Moonlight Magical Cure? Or Dungeons and Dragons?
It's not easy for Dill to complain. In the final analysis, it's all his own vulgar thoughts.
But when she mentioned elves, she suddenly had an idea: "Yuegui, can you sense the existence of werewolves?"
[Of course I can. ]Yuegui is deeply afraid of being compared to the lake spirit.
Dill held back her pounding heart and asked, "Then do you know who the werewolf is?"
[He hid very well. Although it was very faint, I could feel the ominous aura. ]
Before Dill could be disappointed, Laurel added unexpectedly:
[He has always been very close to you, and your scent seems to attract him. ]
The pale moonlight seemed to have a layer of frost on her hands, and Dill's whole body was as cold as if she was in an abyss.
She was about to say something when she suddenly heard a tinkling sound, as clear as rain and dew dripping from the eaves, and the sound came from outside.
Before Dill could think about it, the ringing sounded from far away to near, as if there were a lot of quickening footsteps approaching here quickly.
Alarm bell man?
A heart-piercing scream broke through the silent night.