◎It's just greed derived from the instinct of appetite. ◎
Anyone will be deceived by the flawless silver at first glance. The blond knight is full of radiant beauty. He is like the agent of the Supreme God in the world. No one will doubt him in the slightest.
But now, the boy who has taken off his disguise is already a different person.
His green eyes were burning with golden phosphorus fire in the dark night. Perhaps because of his recent transformation, his upper body was naked, and there was no longer any silver armor disguise. Instead, there were strange totem lines spreading from his waist and abdomen to his chest; fortunately, Dill thought wildly about how prepared a pair of pants the other party was.
The bright and vivid colors seemed to penetrate the blood vessels flowing out of the skin, along the young man's strong and capable lines, wrapping every inch of muscles that were ready to go. The ultimate curse that transcended everything made him feel like he was covered in blood, covered with a red and evil look. armor, now he is no longer a good knight of the Supreme God.
[How strange, he clearly gave me the feeling of being human before. ]
The moon elf whispered in the witch's ear.
what about now?
[I have never felt such an evil aura. ]
In fact, without the moon elf reminding her, Dill could imagine the scene: as long as the other party has a thought, the evil curse pattern will instantly penetrate into his skin, tear the hypocritical human skin, and liberate the bloody beast.
This is the real werewolf. He easily blends into the flock of sheep and watches the sheep kill each other coldly. He doesn't open his bloody mouth until the last moment.
"I didn't want to scare you."
His voice was still gentle and clear, like a good knight trying to explain why he was half naked in front of a woman.
"I'm scared to death." Dill pressed her heartbeat against her chest and answered honestly.
Of course, the werewolf's ears could hear it clearly. Mucha seemed to be smiling, but scratched his head helplessly.
Because her vision was dim, Dill noticed that the other person's hair color had become very dark, from the originally brilliant honey blonde to a deep golden brown. She couldn't help but wonder if the other person's hair color changed at the moment of transformation. The hair color will be rendered as thick and black as your own.
It turns out that when a werewolf transforms, he also wears contact lenses and dyes his hair. When she's nervous, Dill's old habit of thinking wildly comes back.
"I didn't originally plan to meet you like this."
"You lied to me." Dill reminded him that his horse was the key point.
Mucha's expression immediately turned serious: "Everything I told you is the truth. Mucha is my real name. I have never told you a lie."
Oh, yes, you just forgot to introduce yourself as a werewolf.
"You didn't tell me that you were a witch. No wonder you smelled so scared when you were in the church." The young man sounded a little innocent in his words.
Dill had nothing to say, she could only hold on to the sachet tightly. If she could, she really wanted to stuff all the herbs in the sachet into the other person's nose.
The cunning beast eyes noticed her little movements, and Mu Xia couldn't help but laugh: "The smell of your sachet is really bad. My nose feels like a cold. I can't smell your breath at all. I can only wander around in the forest." , until you bleed."
Dill pressed the wound on her hand uncomfortably, and suddenly thought of Shuke: "Where is that person?"
Mucha's face was unconcerned, but his light tone was inexplicably chilling: "What do you think? They hid Russell's bones in the monument, and I smelled it. That damn bastard took Russell's bronze ring as his own. He wore it on his little finger, and he hurt you, didn't he?"
Dill heard an unusual emotion, and she suddenly realized that the armor was not only to hide his identity, but also to hide all his anger and hatred.
She slowed down her tone: "It seems you really didn't lie. Your nose is sharper than a dog's."
Mucha couldn't help but smile knowingly when he heard her words: "As for Mrs. Cole, she has a similar smell to Lily, so I probably know that they are mother and daughter."
"I also know that she is dead." He sighed slightly: "I'm late, Dill. I really don't intend to hurt innocent people, I just want to avenge Russell."
"What on earth are you..."
Dill is a little confused. He is a werewolf, but he is related to the church and even the legendary Red Knight who killed the Black Wolf King. He said that he had not told any lies. Did the church really appoint a werewolf as the Silver Knight? This is simply as absurd as asking the Supreme God to propose to the Moon Goddess.
Truth and lies accompany each other like light and shadow, and are everywhere, just like the immortal poems sung by Bavletin. She exposed the fake wolf and found the real wolf, but she could never really reach the ending of the story.
Maybe it was the barrier that played a role. Mucha didn't seem to be in a hurry to come in. Instead, he stood there and explained to himself:
"After I knew what they did to Russell, I originally planned to avenge Russell that first night. I could barely control myself that night, but I smelled your scent, the smell of fear, and you hid behind the door and whispered I'm trembling, and I can still feel the purifying breath. Are you casting a spell? That makes me sober."
Dill didn't want to be sentimental, but she still hoped that the other party could communicate: "You mean you don't want to hurt me?"
Fortunately, Mucha did not deny it: "I want to be a knight and a human being, just like Russell wanted."
He changed the subject: "Do you still remember the oath you made that day?"
Of course Dill couldn't forget the lakeside dyed red by the sunset, the clear dew, and the handsome knight with blond hair and blue eyes.
"You asked me not to stay away from you. You said you wanted to protect me."
"This oath is sincere. I want to protect you as a Silver Knight. I will never let those villains hurt you."
Dill said nothing, it was her spell that called the werewolf, and he did save her.
"As expected, it's better to look like a knight, right?"
The young werewolf tried to soothe the cold night with a smile. This smile revealed the sharp canine teeth under the lips, but paired with the pair of sweet wine dimples, it did not feel intimidating at all. Instead, it was extremely harmless, like a dog trying its best to beg. People love puppies.
"Are you still saying no now?" The amber gold eyes were like the crystallization of the midsummer sunshine.
Dill felt that the person in front of her had changed, but nothing seemed to have changed.
Dill actually still has many questions. She feels that Mucha is not just a black wolf, he is a black mist that tempts people to find out. But at the same time, her damn instinct told herself that just like Little Red Riding Hood kept chasing the werewolf grandma to ask questions, if she kept asking questions, she would know too much and it would be bad.
Although the target of her mission is on the opponent's neck, with her current strength, even if she uses the three-inch crow's mouth, unless it comes to meteorites falling from the sky, it is unlikely that she can kill the opponent.
Of course Dill had a little selfishness - just imagining herself holding the boy's cute head made her whole body tremble.
Thinking of this, the little witch sighed quietly and secretly asked the goddess to forgive her cowardice.
Dill lowered her figure, feeling helpless, weak, and a little aggrieved: "Then, will you let me go?"
This trick seemed to be working, and the young werewolf tilted his head in distress.
"Dill, you know my true identity, I can't let you go like this."
"So you want to kill me?"
"No! Of course not."
Mu Xia was anxious for her to understand something, but he hesitated to speak, as if he didn't know where to start.
But Dill had already unilaterally ended this conversation in her heart.
"Dill, actually I..." For this young werewolf, the little witch in front of him who only needs one swallow seems to be a big problem.
Mucha was in a good mood, and when he raised his head, he faced a long table.
Dill panted and used a table to block the hole in the door panel.
"This can't stop me, you should know." The clear and bright voice of the young man came from outside the door, as if it was just a harmless prank.
Dill also reminded him "kindly": "At least I can wait until dawn. If I were you, I wouldn't keep guarding me. Sir Elder has already gone to find reinforcements."
Mucha paused outside the door.
Just when Dill thought that the other person was shocked by her, she heard him murmuring in a low voice: "...You may not be able to wait for him."
"Didn't you say you won't hurt innocent people?!" Dill was a little annoyed to find that she still had a strange trust in him.
"Dill, he is a werewolf."
There was total silence indoors and outdoors, and the only real human being was silently digesting this message.
If a human wolf comes and a werewolf comes, she won't be surprised even if the Moon Goddess knocks on the door next. God knows what kind of ghosts are there in this town?
Mucha seemed to be afraid of Dill's misunderstanding, and immediately explained: "He was bitten by a red wolf when he was worshiping Fuleting, in order to get a healthy body. Even so, Aird is a very weak human wolf, and he wants to find There are werewolves who can take refuge, and it just so happens that the season of werewolf legends has arrived in my hometown of Jonestown."
His usually soft tone was filled with contempt: "It's just that it's still some distance from the full moon, and his strength is very weak. He didn't discover my identity immediately, and even wanted to stop me. On the first night of the night patrol, he Only those who venture out to find werewolves will know my identity."
Dill thought of tonight's prayer party in the church. It turned out that two wolves were singing together. Mucha smelled something wrong with the drinks, and Elder messed up Shuke's plan.
There is a human wolf, a werewolf, and a large group of fake werewolves with human faces and animal hearts. The first village where Chu Gu settles is a lively wolf den. Should she directly challenge the wolf king next time? Thinking of the evil [goddess' expectations], Dill had already begun to worry about her future.
But there is something more important right now─
There was raging anger hidden under Mucha's calm tone: "Until tonight, I can no longer stand that garbage. If I am asked to protect those beasts, then I would rather be a beast."
Outside the door was his heavy breathing, and his flawless silver armor was also a piece of heavy human skin. He disguised himself, lurked, and finally showed his fangs to the enemy at the last moment.
"Dill, it's all over, come with me."
The wind brought an unusual smell, and Mucha took a deep breath, as if to remind himself to stay awake. He walked very lightly and came to the door quietly, not even a trace of dust disturbing him.
"I haven't completely told you the truth, but I've never lied to you. It's true. When you fell from the apple tree that day, I..."
He never forgot that there was not even an apple on the tree. He followed the rotten smell of corpses with despair. The next blink of an eye, dew, green leaves, apples, and the clear moonlight, all fresh and fresh. The fragrant smell and color fell into my arms unexpectedly.
I don't want to let her go.
The silent breeze penetrated into the gap and blew away the circle of salt grains. There were holes in the barrier. The young man stretched out his fingers and felt only a trace of fine linen current, which then disappeared into smoke. His hand effortlessly Go through the door panel.
He moved as gently as possible, and at the same time carefully controlled his breathing.
Just one drop of the girl's blood makes the beast hungry. The unprecedented fragrance, different levels of red, is like a bright apple or a rose dotted with dewdrops. It is the only fragrance in this rotten and smelly land.
Of course, maybe just like Russell's constant warning, the devil is always whispering in his ears. This may be another lie he deceives himself, just derived from the greed of appetite instinct.
Mucha could almost feel the stinging sensation of his canine teeth against his lower lip.
Russell always asked him to endure it, but he didn't want to endure it anymore.
The young man opened the door softly.
The room was empty, with only a few drops of blood on the floor. The fresh color and smell showed that the person had left not long ago, and she deliberately squeezed the old wounds to make herself think she was still there.
Just like the first time they met, he shouldn't be surprised that the clever and cute girl always escapes faster than the deer.
Mucha closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the scent of blood fill his nose, turning into a golden and sweet magic like honey.
When he opened his eyes again, the golden magic flames completely burned away the last trace of clarity, and the shadows on the ground began to twist and lengthen──