◎Boss, give me back the buff. ◎
Jose's sad tone did not last long, as the master's fearful mood affected the familiar.
When the master was distracted and let go, the big white goose flew over with its wings wide open. It was as fast and fierce as a cloud squeezed out by the storm, and it pounced and bit the poet who was pretending to be profound.
"Wait, wait, no!!"
Jose was dodging here and there with the xylophone, and his sleek and fashionable hair was instantly captured by the big white goose and turned into a henhouse.
The chic and romantic poet, wearing single shoes, was chased and chased by a big white goose. He didn't even have time to pick up his hat on the ground. The women who were still waiting for his favor couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.
Dill stood there dumbfounded. The vendor not far away threw an apple to her and showed a bright smile:
"Well done, little girl, his screams are better than his songs."
Dill held the apple and didn't know what to do, so she could only chase Jose and leave the market.
They went all the way to the outskirts of the city. The big white goose didn't stabilize until it felt the water vapor by the lake and was no longer so restless.
Dill picked it up and comforted it. The big white goose bent its beautiful neck and hid in the girl's arms obediently. It didn't show the evil look it had just now.
He Sai was really afraid of it, and quickly clapped his hands to Dill and apologized: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault, I shouldn't tease you! Please forgive me, Mr. Goose!"
"What did you just say? I don't remember clearly." Dill was still wary of him. She stroked the goose feathers from time to time, and the warning was self-evident.
He Sai scratched his messy hair anxiously.
He put down his flirtatious tone and said unexpectedly sincerely: "In my hometown, we call you the messengers of the goddess. My aunt is also a green fairy. This can also be said to be a poet's intuition. I can see it at a glance. You are not an ordinary girl. Of course, you are a little different from my aunt. You are like black velvet wrapped in luminous pearls, which makes it difficult for me to look away."
Dill felt goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't say that she completely believed the other party.
But just like the mob that worships werewolves, poets and singers are often the lovers of witches. Meda's lovers also include a certain great writer who lives in the palace. They praise the immortal youth of the forest nymphs; they also seek inspiration from the mysterious and bright moon goddess; He even treats beautiful women as nonsense and cherishes them.
Such people do have a special kind of intuition than ordinary people. Although Dill doesn't believe in any game, it seems that the opponent currently has no ill intentions towards her.
Next is his goal.
He Sai was taught a lesson by Big White Goose, and now he behaves honestly.
He raised his hands and surrendered: "Don't worry, you don't have to follow the rules of the Holy Temple when worshiping Fulatin. Our Pantheon enshrines many goddesses. Their faces are as loving as mothers to me, so compared to the one holding a toy sword, Sir Knight, I want to seek your protection even more."
Dill did not answer him directly, but changed the subject: "Did you know that last night when all of us were hiding in the house and shivering, Lord Mucha was patrolling the night alone?"
Jose said indifferently: "Yes, a brave boy, the most indispensable labor force in the church. Originally, I thought that his surname was Holdrog, and he should be somewhat capable."
Seeing Dill's puzzled face, Jose's throat felt a little itchy again. It was always difficult for him to refuse the audience:
"You know the Red Knight, right? There is also a hymn called the Red Knight, the savior who became famous after cutting off the head of the Black Wolf King more than ten years ago. I heard that the blood of the Black Wolf was spattered all over his armor, and he was covered in blood before he left. The silver is flawless, and when he returns in triumph, he is as red as a bright flame. The red knight that everyone praises and awes is the nobleman Holdrog from Sano."
The young poet was obviously not interested in the turbulent heroic epic. He said disdainfully: "I heard that Holdrog became the youngest Silver Knight. They should come from the same family. But look at that boy, I dare say he He didn't even kill a goose, but based on his elder's glorious name, he got pounds of silver to make his armor."
Dill couldn't control her mouth: "Age doesn't mean everything. Some men can't even beat a goose."
However, she underestimated Jose's shamelessness. The man was not angry at all, but winked and said, "I am willing to bend my knees under your skirt."
Before Dill could refuse, he changed the topic and said, "To be honest, I had some expectations for that boy, but what happened? He didn't stab Sir Elder to death with a sword, and he made everyone worry and fear all night in vain. ."
"Sir Elder has a grudge against you?" Dill couldn't keep up with the poet's thinking.
No matter what He Sai said now, she probably wouldn't be surprised if he knew who the werewolf was while dancing and singing.
Jose stroked the harp and laughed at himself: "Although it is strange for me to say it, my master, dear Lord Elder, is extremely fascinated by everything about werewolves, otherwise he would not particularly appreciate me: a handful A down-and-out singer who sings all the disaster poems of the Scarlet Poet fluently, I even doubt that he came to pay homage to Froten and did not come to study at all."
Although Dill didn't like Sir Elder, at present, that guy was the least likely to be a werewolf.
"Since you think he is weird, why did you follow him to this town where werewolves are infested?"
"Why else? If I can survive, I bet I will write a more magnificent work than the Scarlet Poet for the world to sing."
You are more suspicious than Elder. Dill had heard enough.
She smiled and nodded, ready to leave, but He Saizheng was so excited that he couldn't just watch the little beauty leave.
"Poetry is a story. Lies and truth weave stories. Young angel, you should read more and listen more."
Dill maintained her last courtesy: "Thank you very much for taking the time to talk to me. Please allow me to take my leave first."
He Sai sighed heavily, as if he hated iron and said:
"Young girls always like glamorous knights. If you want to find him, that boy is probably very busy now, busy preventing Holdrog from being embarrassed and sent to the north."
Dill suddenly felt a little funny. She found that both Jose and Elder were the same. On the one hand, they looked down on the young man, but on the other hand, they couldn't hide their jealousy of him. The words the two men said were just like those of Veranika's sisters. Just as noisy and harsh.
"Don't tell me you really believe that boy's toy sword can kill a werewolf."
The girl was no longer polite and replied coldly: "Then let me tell you, I believe he is the bravest and strongest knight I have ever seen."
Jose was stunned at first, then immediately put away all his arrogance and ridicule, his expression as tight as a mask. Dill subconsciously touched her face, thinking that she was full of aura, but she heard Qingyue's familiar young voice coming from behind her.
"Is he harassing you?"
The young knight with blond hair and blue eyes walked out of the sunshine behind her, and he came straight to Jose's side. Separated between the two of them, the knight's figure was still a bit thin as a teenager, but at this point, he was taller than Jose. Two heads.
"No, he's just composing a song for my goose."
"Yes, yes, sir, we are composing a song."
Jose completely lost his previous cynicism in front of the girl, and hurriedly followed Dill's words.
Mucha didn't smile, just looked at He Sai condescendingly. He was not wearing armor today, but a silk white shirt with gold trim. An emerald brooch fastened the church's sky blue cloak. His eyes were dark green and his nose was high. He looked like a gentle and polite man. He was a beautiful boy, but as an adult man, He Sai didn't dare to look up.
Dill had never seen Mucha like this. She suddenly remembered that the other party was not only a pious and responsible knight, but also an out-and-out nobleman, born with a kind of arrogance and dignity that ordinary people could not match.
"That's great. I'll be able to hear your new work in the church at dusk." Mucha's tone was very light, different from his usual gentleness and concern. Dill could hear the contempt in it.
He Sai didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly agreed, saluted, and left quickly, leaving the two of them standing there.
They had probably met several times, but the big white goose was far from being so arrogant towards Mucha. Instead, he stayed in Dill's arms very well.
Dill was very embarrassed. She wished she could be turned into a big white goose by the goddess right now, and then fly away to the east coast for refuge.
She was embarrassed and wanted to explain: "I heard your voice last night. Were you on night watch?"
Hearing her mention, Mucha's face turned gloomy, showing his fatigue from the night: "You must have heard what happened yesterday."
Dill's heart suffocated.
"I couldn't save him."
The young knight lowered his head in frustration, showing no trace of aristocratic arrogance. Dill noticed his messy bangs and almost wanted to touch the golden hair.
"This may be your responsibility, but it is never your fault."
He smiled weakly: "I could have been faster...I, I can't save Russell, I can't save anyone."
Dill couldn't help but look at him. He was not wearing armor today, as if he had removed all his weapons. This made him younger, but his heavy shoulders were carrying a load that did not belong to his age.
Mucha said softly: "It's not just one person who said that I'm not worthy of that pair of silver holy clothes."
"What about Russell? Did he also say that?"
"He..." Mucha was speechless for a moment, then relaxed his shoulders and murmured to himself: "He made me a knight with his own hands."
Dill waited for him to continue.
The young man looked far away and murmured the best memory in his life: "It was early in the morning, and I could still see the shadow of the moon. He personally led me into the church, where he had witnessed the wedding of my mother and my uncle. The table was full of Sano's cider, and I really hope that one day I can let you try it... Russell personally slapped the sword on my shoulder and asked me to swear to always maintain faith and loyalty. and bravery."
The girl listened quietly. She watched the boy gradually smile. His eyes were so clear that she could see the dawn. She could almost see Sir Russell, a sincere and brave knight, who Mucha always wanted to be. Looks great.
Just like watching the sun rise slowly, the green seedlings slowly extending the shadow of the big tree. Just looking at this young knight, Dill felt that her heart was filled with warm expectation and hope.
Maybe this is what she wants to be?
"I heard what you said before."
"What?" Dill hadn't yet reacted to the other person's smile.
The young man blushed and was a little shy: "I hope I can always be the bravest knight in your heart."
Now Dill's face turned red. She stared at the apple that was also red in her hand and pretended to soak it in the clear lake water to wash it. At the same time, she also wanted to wash away the blush on her reflected face.
Mucha changed the subject very considerately: "It's a pity that I didn't bring Kao Walkerson's wolfhound here. His name is Blake. He is a black wolfhound. It was a gift given to me by Russell. I have raised him since he was a child. Be around."
He winked at Dill: "But don't be afraid, my nose is sharper than a dog. I will definitely dig out that abominable thing and end this nightmare."
He had shallow dimples when he smiled. Dill remembered that the silver knight was only two years older than him. He also had respected elders, favorite pets, and passionate dreams, but everyone pinned their lives and hopes on him.
"There's no cider here, but with this one, you probably didn't have time to have breakfast."
The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up. The red apple was covered with fresh dewdrops when he touched it.
He couldn't help but laugh. His eyes were an olive green that was fuller than apples, and revealed a refreshing ripe golden color under the bright sun. The look he looked at Dill could be said to be sparkling:
"It seems like every time I see you it makes me want to eat an apple." He whispered.
Dill also thought about the first time the two met, but she turned on ten times the beautification filter compared to Mu Xia. What she thought about was that she fell down from the apple tree in embarrassment and hit the other person with stars in his eyes. She seemed to have all kinds of other things. Making things difficult and making malicious assumptions about the other party...
Mucha was suddenly pulled by the person next to him
"This is the thank you and apology from before."
In the girl's hand was a silk sac with gorgeous patterns, a small, bulging, little cloth sac filled with something unknown.
Mucha had heard that the people on the east coast had a tradition of wearing incense. He was flattered and took the sachet and couldn't wait to take a few breaths. As a result, he was choked by the smell and sneezed repeatedly. The young knight was so handsome that he became extremely embarrassed in just one second.
Dill couldn't help but smile. The sachet contained rosemary, musk, moongrass... and a little bit of dill. They were basically the smells that werewolves hated. They could disrupt the werewolves' sense of smell and prevent them from tracking by scent. victim.
She had already given one to Mrs. Cole and Lily, and the last one was left. She thought about it and gave it to Mucha, as if she owed him, and it was also a small addition to this brave and fearless silver knight. buff, then...
"Did you know that these things from the east coast might be worth a gold coin?"
Mucha hinted slightly, but Dill shook her head: "It's just some weird things that don't exist here."
Mucha thought for a while and couldn't help but laugh: "Just like the telescope you had before?"
"You mean I look weird wearing it?" Dill playfully raised the bronze telescope to the boy like magic.
[The level difference is more than fifty levels, making it impossible to see through the truth. ]
Dill silently took off the binoculars and looked at the innocent and harmless smile of the young man.
Dill: ...Boss, give me back the buff.