◎Ms. Moon, if you are afraid of those demons, then who else can come to save us? ◎
The scream was like a firework that was suddenly thrown high, and was instantly extinguished in the silence of the night.
[He has always been very close to you, and your scent seems to attract him. ]
The moon revealed its pale profile from the window, and the beak mask on the wall painted a deformed shadow on the ground. The sharp hook easily evoked the girl's biggest fear. A chill quickly traveled up the spine and touched the skin. Only one heart was left in the body, but the blood in the body solidified into ice.
I heard that just looking into the eyes of a werewolf will cause you to be cursed by hell. Everyone in the town had the same tacit understanding tonight, and no one dared to respond to that scream.
[It's the smell of a werewolf. ]
Laurel's tone was very calm, but Dill almost gasped,
She told herself to move, but her limbs, hands and feet were as if they were filled with cement, and they were not listening to her brain at all. She should act quickly, this hut can't stop a werewolf at all...
"Woooo..."
The girl on the bed let out an uncomfortable whimper, and Dill caught a glimpse of the girl's face dripping with cold sweat in the moonlight.
The old hound broke away from its master's arms. It whimpered and pressed its long nose against the young master's face. Its big, drooping eyes were like polished copper plates, staring at what was happening outside with vigilance.
Hypnotic powder was originally just a harmless magic potion to aid sleep, but Dill forgot that once a person has a nightmare, the hypnotic powder will forcefully suppress the person and prevent the body from waking up in time!
Damn it!
The ringtone became more and more urgent, like a swarm of fleeing footsteps, and the girl's struggle became more intense, but like a drowning person, she couldn't catch the shore...
Sonorous!
The dense emotions of panic seemed to have been cut off by something, and Dill's head went blank for a moment. Only the sound of metal collision was particularly clear in the darkness, like a loud thunder piercing the sky, a glacier breaking softly, and the suffocating hot summer night suddenly felt something. A little room to breathe.
That is the unique clear and loud sound of armor walking.
It's Mucha.
Sadness did not stop him. At night when no one dared to speak out, he was the only one holding his sword against the night wind, looking for the enemy who killed his best friend, and guarding the safety of this village.
No reason, this is the duty of the Silver Knight.
The big white goose pecked the girl's cheek gently, and Dill suddenly found her strength somehow.
The light moonlight fell quietly from the window, as if adding a layer of silver armor to protect herself, and those fearful phantoms were also lost in the light. She was finally able to move her hands and feet, but her body was a little sluggish.
Dill struggled to pick up the silver cup. The old hound had originally let out a low growl of warning, but when Dill came closer, it immediately began to whimper sadly.
The girl patted its head comfortingly. She held up the back of the girl's head, dipped some full moon condensation from the rim of the cup, and dabbed it on the girl's lips.
You don't need too much. Full Moon Condensation is the clearest liquid and the best antidote.
The shallow silver cup blended into the soft moonlight, and the shiny clear crystals trembled on the eyelashes, just like the sleeping beauty's spell was lifted, and the girl's breathing began to calm down.
She half-opened her eyes and glanced at Dill drowsily.
"Ringtone... ringtone..."
"It's okay." Dill apologized and patted the girl's head until she fell asleep again.
The little witch looked at the remaining Full Moon Ning and had another idea in her mind.
She took out a small bottle of crystal salt from the medicine cabinet. This was a good thing she bought from the sea witch. The crystals produced by the sea stone only need to be sprinkled lightly to form a strong barrier.
She dug out a large spoonful of crystal salt and mixed it with the remaining full moon condensation. Although it was a waste, she couldn't take care of that much in an emergency.
Dill quickly stirred the silver cup in her hand while listening to the noise outside. The crystal salt will quickly melt and then solidify under the influence of the full moon condensation. Dill touched the floor where cinders and soil were mixed, dug out a thin crack, poured the liquid into the crack and solidified it.
[C-level props are successfully produced. Melt and solidify the clean, salty white crystals in the silver cup of moonlight. You can draw your absolute fortress at any time. [Sea Salt Boundary Pen] has been included in [Magical Girl's Gourmet Cabinet]. ]
Without any intention of joking, Dill stiffened her fingers and took out the crystallized salt pen. She could hear her rapid breathing, but it was completely dark outside.
[Very close. ]
Dill wanted to scream for a moment, but her brain reacted faster and forced the cold instructions into her body.
The girl was like a puppet on strings, holding the ground with one hand and holding the salt pen tightly with the other hand, drawing along the cracks in the floor of the house.
Dill stiffened her arm, as if it was touching the old scar tattoo, and there was a faint burning pain at the moment, but she didn't dare to stop, for fear of taking a step too late. The big white goose followed her obediently, slightly alleviating her fear.
The silver cup endowed the liquid with the characteristics of an endless stream, and the re-condensed salt pen was also endowed with the same magic power. Until the door, the salt pen in Dill's hand showed no sign of wear.
At the moment when the salt line intersects, she draws the last stroke with all her strength, and a tingling sensation like an electric current flows into her fingertips. She slumps against the door panel, almost out of strength, followed by the turnip on her butt. He fell into his arms.
Dill hugged the big white goose tightly. She stared into the dark room and leaned against the movement outside.
Through a fragile door panel, she prayed to the Moon God, for herself, for Lily, and for... Mucha, praying that she could still see the young knight tomorrow.
[gone. ]
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As soon as a person is out of danger, his tense muscles relax too much. Dill opened her eyes again and was shaken awake by Mrs. Cole.
"Oh my god, child, why are you sleeping here!"
Mrs. Cole slept too deeply after a hard day's work last night. When she heard Dill talking about the ringing and screaming, her pale face looked like she might faint at any moment.
"Child, can you go to the mayor for me later?"
In front of the two children, Mrs. Cole still managed to cheer up and made three simple breakfasts.
"I have a silver coin here. You can deliver some milk for me, and tell the mayor for me that I agree to what I mentioned before."
Dill refused the silver coin. She was thinking of going out for a walk to see the situation, so she accepted Mrs. Cole's proposal without asking any questions.
Last night's incident was like a silent plague that changed the entire village and town. When Dill walked into the market, the air he breathed was unusually heavy, and the distance between people became even more alienated. The vendors even refused to sell things to what he thought Suspicious person.
"do you died?"
"No... I heard he's crazy."
"Cole...curse..."
A familiar feeling of suffocation arose in Dill's heart, and bad premonitions, like condensed dew, began to whisper in her ears, clinging to people's whispers and dust in the air.
She suddenly remembered that there was no one there last night, the werewolf symbolizing disaster was only separated by a door panel, and the whisper of doom was silent. But now that she was among the crowd, misfortune was flowing in people's mouths like the wind.
But there is one exception here.
The lacquered mahogany harp played a beautiful soundtrack, and the young singer uttered beautiful words. His bright smile had the shadow of a southern summer, attracting the attention of passing women.
Talent and belief are the most respected virtues in this era. Even the cold-blooded locals cannot show malice towards this handsome and passionate singer.
This singer from Baifuleting is indeed very talented. He became one with the people in the market in just a few songs. The mink hat on the ground was filled with copper coins and even women's handkerchiefs. The entire morning was full of gains.
When he saw Dill, Jose winked at her mischievously, turned the harp in his hand, and ended with a light and lively ditty.
"Ladies, halftime, I need a drink of water."
He walked to Dill smoothly, and Dill nodded to him in a friendly manner. The other party had a natural and familiar look on his face and wanted to get closer to the girl, but he suddenly dodges and dodges the sharp beak.
Jose glanced at the big, fierce white goose in the girl's arms, and could only reluctantly keep a distance from the little beauty.
The singer regained his smile in less than a second and said: "Last night was not peaceful, wasn't it? I cannot tolerate sadness. When I heard the bad news early in the morning, I couldn't help but pick up my old friends to comfort these lovely and innocent townspeople."
Dill screamed in her heart, and she couldn't control her first thought: It must not be Mucha! Damn the Supreme God!
"I heard screaming and ringing. Is someone really in trouble?"
The singer shrugged indifferently: "Unfortunately, it is a warning bell man. Is he crazy or dead? I don't know the details. I only know that my master left home early in the morning."
Dill subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but she quickly realized something was wrong and blamed herself for this untimely bias. She caressed the turnip, hiding her emotions.
There were noises from the crowd in the distance, and a warning man in black robe walked out of a road effortlessly. The expressions of the villagers were awe and fear.
Jose looked at the scene with amusement and couldn't help but laugh: "Do you think the people here are stupid? They actually think that a small bell can repel the werewolf. It's not as good as my xylophone to scream louder."
"But 80% of the people here have only heard hymns or children's songs. I can fool them with just a few old songs." He winked at Dill: "Do you like the song Rose Beauty just now? Or do you like it? Man slave from Vanilla Harbor last night?"
Dill, who had been accosted countless times, was extremely calm. She knew that she was by no means a stunning beauty. The men here couldn't keep their mouths shut as long as they met younger women.
"It's a pity, I'm not familiar with music, everything sounds the same to me."
Dill's lukewarm answer made Jose's eyes widen, and he exclaimed: "Yes, yes, these two songs are from the same author. My dear, maybe you are more talented than you think. !"
Dill: ...Is this okay?
As if he had found a close friend, He Sai began to talk endlessly about poetry creation.
Both songs are from José's favorite author. Rose Beauty is also a tragedy, but it is a forbidden song by the church; it tells the story of a beautiful princess with lips as red as petals who fell in love with a black monster and was burned together with the monster. Die in a sea of roses.
After her death, a black rose bloomed in the burnt ground, and curses and disasters spread from then on. People said that she was the child of the princess and the monster.
Jose spoke in an intoxicating manner, as if he was immersed in a romantic and crazy world, and Dill was completely unable to understand his bad taste.
Use forbidden songs from the church to soothe the hearts of the townspeople? Fortunately, the people here can't understand the Baifuleting language, otherwise He Sai would have been burned at the stake long ago.
"What a talented author. It's a pity that I don't know him. I think people here may not be so enthusiastic about drama. They are very religious."
Dill kindly reminded him to restrain himself. This is not a polytheistic worshiping place.
"Oh, dear, you must have heard of it. This is a very famous singer."
The singer caressed the "red mole" on his chin, showing a naughty smile, and Dill had a bad premonition.
"The lyrics he poured out were about disasters in the near future."
God, she had heard enough bad omens.
He lowered his voice and said, "I admire the author most, the Scarlet Poet."
"Stop scaring me!" Dill pretended to be scared and interrupted him.
She didn't want to pay attention to this crazy singer, and turned around to leave, but heard the other person sigh softly:"Ms. Moon, if you are afraid of those demons, then who else can come to save us?"