◎This low-level ecstasy requires no effort. It only requires the corresponding herbs and the most important seasoning: a little sense of guilt. ◎
"This is an illegal sacrifice and the church will not agree to it."
Mucha didn't even sit down. Instead, he took off his sword and placed it on the table to express his position.
The bellman was a little shaken when he saw this.
Not surprisingly, as soon as Mucha speaks, Sir Aird will retort: "This is not a sacrifice, it is a tradition here. A noble man from the court like you will definitely not understand it, but at least he can respect it." ."
The knight nodded and seemed not to object to Elder's statement: "I really can't understand that the Supreme God would allow this tradition of selling human lives."
The candlelight in the church flickered on and off, reflecting the ever-changing faces on the glass windows. As soon as the Supreme God was moved out, the atmosphere in the church suddenly became solemn and severe, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the silent and towering statue of the god. .
The mayor immediately softened his cheeks: "Yes, yes, those ancient traditions have been banned long ago..."
"Shut up! You bitch!"
Elder suddenly kicked the mayor's chair with a sudden kick. The middle-aged man was thrown upside down. Dill guessed that it was the previous suspicions of Mucha and the mayor that angered him.
Sure enough, Sir Aird turned his head and roared at Mucha: "Then let me tell you, people are panicking now, and werewolves are running around outside. Last night he scared a town citizen crazy, and tonight he may not be satisfied with just an appetizer. , where is your god?"
Mu Xia also put his hand on the sword on the table: "I can pretend not to hear your insulting remarks. Speaking of the people who were running around last night, the werewolf should not be the only one."
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, the bellman from before made an excuse to serve wine for everyone, and the atmosphere calmed down a little.
There was a rough oak cup in front of Dill. She glanced at the person pouring the wine. He was holding an old tin pot.
The man simply gestured like he was pouring wine, and put a golden bell on the table, but Dill could hear a faint voice whispering in her ear, like a feather gently tickling her ear. She was restless.
She looked at the cup of purple-red liquid and shook it gently a few times. An unusual fragrance bloomed under the tip of her nose.
"Where's the silverware from before?" Sir Elder was very dissatisfied.
The mayor hurriedly explained: "We followed Master Mucha's suggestion and melted all the silverware to make weapons."
Only the nobles would notice this small detail. Others didn't seem to care so much. Shuke glanced at the other bell ringers for a few times. He took the lead and picked up the wine glass.
"Honor the Most High God!"
Everyone raised their glasses at the same time.
The whispers in her ears almost screamed with everyone. Dill could no longer restrain herself. Just when she was about to overturn the wine glass and shout, another person was faster than her:
Sir Elder suddenly became angry, threw the wine glass to the ground, and rushed towards the mayor.
The two of them got into a scuffle in an instant, knocking over the entire table in the process, and glasses of wine exploded on the ground. The place was in a mess. People around wanted to hold them back, but they didn't dare to offend the lord's son.
"Think of a solution quickly!" Shuke hurriedly asked Mucha for help.
"I can only deal with werewolves." Mucha was leisurely watching the show.
Although Shuke was angry, he did not dare to say anything to Mucha. When the boy is no longer so obsessed with the role of knight, the arrogance and reserve of the young nobleman are unconsciously exposed, making people realize that the other person is not a statue of the supreme god who can take whatever he wants. He is also a human being and a commoner. A noble who cannot be offended at will.
The scene was in chaos. The afterglow of the setting sun gradually receded at the feet of the statue, leaving only a light red on the horizon. When Dill saw that the businessman and the couple had taken advantage of the chaos, she no longer lingered and followed them out of the church.
As the night approached, the streets were deserted, not even the beggars, and it was so quiet that even the mice were hiding in the sewers and shivering.
The doors and windows of every household are made airtight with wooden boards and iron bars; some people from well-off families still hang some silver products at the door. But Dill knows that it's useless. Silver is the only material that can pierce the werewolf's body. A door made of pure silver is far less useful than a silver needle. Of course, that is, provided you have the courage to rush towards the werewolf.
When the girl returned to Cole's house, only the big white goose came to greet her. There was no more firewood or food left in the empty house, and Dill couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Great, they all left first, now I am...
[Are you leaving? ]
The last ray of sunlight disappeared outside the window, and Laurel's voice sounded in real time, like a ray of clear moonlight, eliminating the uneasiness in the Moon Witch's heart.
"I left some things, which should be able to delay time..."
The big white goose flapped its wings in front of the window. Dill didn't expect the person to come so quickly, and was secretly shocked.
The man's steps were quick and urgent, as if he was being chased by something. Dill hugged the turnip and hid in the corner under the shelter of the fireplace.
The man knocked hard on the door first. He didn't wait too long and went straight into the house when no one answered.
His footsteps were very familiar, as if he was a familiar guest in this family.
Dill heard the footsteps of the other party getting closer and closer. She secretly prayed, hoping that the gadget would be useful...
"No, no, this is impossible! You are already dead!"
The footsteps suddenly became messy, and the man stumbled out as if he was shaking off some terrible monster.
"Please! Please! Cole, I am your friend! I never thought of harming you! And Lily! It was them, Shuke and the others' idea!"
The man fell directly in front of Dill, and at the same time a small object fell at Dill's feet.
It was a dried salamander, its bulging belly stuffed with sage, datura, ghost mushrooms and other hallucinogenic herbs. The bewitching smoke slowly came out of the gecko's mouth. Dill stomped it out and put the C-level ecstasy prop back into the cupboard.
She looked at the person in front of her, the mayor, or one of Mr. Wild Wolfs as she could call him.
At this time, the mayor was sweating on his forehead, his eyes were white, he had not completely lost consciousness, and he kept mumbling something about Cole.
This low-level ecstasy requires no effort. It only requires the corresponding herbs and the most important seasoning: a little sense of guilt can make a person's mind completely controlled by a witch.
Dill slapped him awake. She pressed a shrunken piece of parchment to the crazy man's face, the relic of Mr. Cole that she had caught from the bird's beak.
"Remember this?"
The mayor opened his eyes in a daze: "Crazy, crazy Momei?"
"Mr. Cole... this is the so-called werewolf plague, right? It's also what you just added to the wine."
No need for ominous warning, Dill knew something was wrong as soon as she saw the silverware being replaced. The silver cup can be used to detect poisons, and the mad plum is a chronic poison that can cause ulcers all over the body and kill people. It was the reminder that Mr. Cole tore out from his herbal notes, and it was also the culprit that killed him.
Under the influence of psychedelic magic, the mayor regarded the girl in front of him as his dead best friend. He didn't have time to think, so he just kept grabbing the dill in his hand and apologizing.
"Plague... Crazy Plum, that is something handed down from our ancestors. I can't stop others. There must be "werewolves" so that the people above will not abandon this desolate land! You also saw the silver in the temple Weapons are all given to us by the church to deal with werewolves... Those blood-sucking worms in Schenlundborg even allow us not to pay taxes or turn over our children as slaves! Everyone sacrifices voluntarily, and those family members who are old and tortured by illness do so voluntarily. Into the forest! We all just want to make this town better..."
He cried bitterly: "But Lily saw us that night! It was just a kid's joke. I tried my best to convince others, but now even you know... You are the plague doctor, and you have so many people in the church." Friend, everyone will believe what you say. Shuke said that you can let your daughter and your wife go, as long as you die in the "werewolf plague"...I'm sorry, I can't save you..."
Dill could hardly control herself and slapped him again:
"Then why do they want Lily's life? It wasn't an accident that Lily fell into the water, right? Now they still want her to be a guide!"
The mayor shook his head desperately: "We just want to get rid of the Silver Knight. He is so annoying. He keeps chasing us and asking questions, as if he is doubting us... Just like the Bronze Knight before, Shuke is very annoying. disturbed..."
As if he was begging for forgiveness, he kept explaining to Dill: "Peter's mother has been complaining. She had a crush on you when she was young, but she lost to Lily's mother... She always said that Lily was restless at all, and she must have been the cause of the drowning. Let those little friends of her son cause trouble!"
"Peter's mother?" Dill's heart skipped a beat.
"She is the bellman's secret sentinel, responsible for monitoring Lily's words and deeds."
Dill's face turned pale. She asked Mrs. Cole to hide with Lily. Where did she say she was going? Go to the home of your most trusted friend.
While the ominous omen gives her guidance, it also confuses her judgment. After all, it is an inevitable curse.
"Damn it!" the girl cursed.
The big white goose in front of the window flapped its wings. Dill noticed that someone else was coming and immediately gave a hint to the mayor.
"If you really want to atone for Mr. Cole, just delay them here for as long as possible."
The mayor nodded with a confused look on his face, then his whole body trembled and he just sat there motionless.
Dill waved to the big white goose and immediately slipped out of the back door.
This is the first time Dill has seen a town at night. There is no moonlight tonight to guide her, and the dark night hides all sins and dangers. She is like a little shrimp eager to jump into the bottomless sea, but even though Her feet were trembling, but she still had to bite the bullet and melt into the darkness.
Dill could only follow the guidance of the ominous omen, which seemed to be absent. In her ears, she could hear the thumping under her chest, and the occasional rustling of the leaves in the breeze made people even more suspicious.
Fast, must be fast!
She finally caught the "werewolf" in Jonestown, but she also realized a clear and terrifying fact: those greedy fools attracted the "real thing".
The frightened alarm bell man is a warning to scare the monkeys. The thing is hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity, ready to feast at any time and make the legend come true.
But for a moment, Dill really wished that the werewolves would come out right now and tear all those heartless bastards into pieces.
The girl came to a door and knocked politely. As the footsteps inside approached, the whispers of doom became more harsh, almost screaming.
The woman responded briskly, "Coming!"
As soon as the door opened, a big white goose slapped the woman with unknown powder mixed with it.