◎Dill, I am not a saint. ◎
The meditation room is not a room, but numerous small cubicles separated by rock walls. It is said to prevent the contamination of unclean thoughts.
The space inside is not large, it is probably a standard single room. There is a small prayer window on the wall. The window is so big that even a child's head cannot be stretched out.
There is a small concave hole cut into the rock wall of the room, and there is an incense basin. There is a chamber pot in the shape of a clay pot in the bottom corner. There is a woolen blanket bench on the opposite corner against the wall, with a brown book on it. "God's Law" in cowhide leather. In addition to freedom, everything else is available here, and there is even a small patch of blue sky outside the window. As a suspect awaiting trial, Dill really has no right to complain.
A middle-aged nun handed over a rough starched white hard linen robe, it was not an exaggeration to say it was a rag, and a heavy iron necklace. She asked every suspect to change into one and recite the "Divine Law" in the most humble manner, so that they could begin to repent of their crimes.
Dill made no move, just faced her quietly.
"Madam, please allow me to interrogate the suspect alone with some questions. I will never delay your work."
The familiar voice made Dill face the wall subconsciously. She really didn't want to see that person's face now.
Facing the young and handsome Silver Knight, the nun was naturally flattered and agreed. What was incredible was that her voice sounded like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Maybe this was one of the "magic powers" of the Wolf Knight.
There was only the sound of two people breathing in the small space, and there was no way to retreat. Dill simply stared at the blank wall, trying to make a trick.
"It will be a bit cold at night. You don't want to change into it, but you can put it on..."
The linen robe was thrown onto the knight's upright face with a snap,
Dill felt that she was too kind to use that iron chain. Regardless of whether she was a werewolf or not, even if she didn't have a concussion, she would still lose a few teeth, right?
Mucha took a deep breath: "Dill..."
"What are you going to say again? The terrible crimes you accuse me of? Or the little secrets you've been reluctant to tell me?"
Dill couldn't help but turn around. The robe was still hanging loosely on the knight's head. That was good. The last thing she wanted to see now was his face.
"Speaking of which, it's not just you, I also know a lot of secrets, Lord Knight." The Moon Witch didn't shy away from it. Anyway, any disturbance outside could be detected by the wolf knight's ears.
"It's not even the night of the full moon, and you're so eager to show your fangs? Last time you were in Jonestown, you were fighting for justice. What excuse do you have this time? Are you tired of being a knight and want to be a lord?"
Dill was unhappy if she didn't spit it out. The city was almost hopeless anyway. She just wanted to vent her anger and no worries at all:
"Congratulations. After this full moon night, you can be a wolf-slaying warrior again. Ah, and with the great achievement of catching witches, maybe you can be promoted to a holy master next time. My goddess will take pictures As long as you clap your hands, you can take a series of Infernal Affairs between the human world and the wolf world..."
The girl couldn't help but froze mid-sentence. She looked at the shaking robe and the twitching expression underneath.
Good guy, you actually laughed?
Dill felt that the chain on her hand seemed to be "harder".
"You're angry." The keen black wolf sensed the murderous intention and quickly stopped laughing.
Dill was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. She suddenly remembered that this perverted wolf always liked to describe his smell, like pear when he was sad and lemon when he was angry. Could it be that the angrier she is now, the more she will increase his appetite?
Is the constant fussing over and over again like seasoning and salting the steak in the frying pan? This wolf knight is sometimes so naive that he may not have so many convoluted thoughts at all, but just wants to make a unique witch cooking to spread the word in the wolf world?
Dill's face was blue and white, like a big white goose before sharpening a knife. Her mind was racing and she couldn't stop thinking.
She saw that Mucha's expression was getting more and more wrong. The moon elf was sleeping, and her cupboard and her goose were not around. Christina was locked behind a thick rock wall. The only weapon in her hand, the chain, might be used as a dog. Lian, trying to tie up a hungry black wolf?
Mucha didn't notice the girl's random thoughts. He took off the clothes on his head and affirmed:
"You are angry because you feel that I betrayed you."
Dill didn't want to pay attention to him, but just padded the chain on her hand. She was planning a move to break the other man's teeth. The regeneration speed of a werewolf shouldn't be faster than a dinner, right?
"You believe me."
The young man used an incredible tone, as if he was realizing this fact for the first time.
"Who believes you?" Dill couldn't help but glare at him, I believe you want to make me a feast.
Mu Xia tilted his head, feeling a little confused and aggrieved: "Isn't it because you are angry with me because you believe me?"
"Yes, I believe you are a real wolf." Dill sneered, is this guy playing riddles with her?
"Right, that is it."
The knight did not smile, and looked straight at her with his clear green eyes, a sharp gold flashing with the instinct of a beast.
"Because you believe that I can't hurt you, you vent your emotions to me unscrupulously. This has always been the case."
Dill is really stupid.
She couldn't understand the beast's thinking circuit at all, and the other party could actually explain the sentence "You are just relying on me to like you" so fresh and refined.
His mind was really about to explode. All the rebuttals, grievances, grievances, etc. were boiling into a pot of boiling water. Gruululu was eager to pour out his heart to the young man, yes, to this idiot who would never resist... Eh. ?
Seeing the young knight still looking serious and sincere, she suddenly couldn't get angry at all. Yes, why bother with a stupid wolf? .
The chain clattered like a ball of scrap metal and was thrown to the ground. The girl sat on the bench covered with wool blankets and spread her hands.
"If you have something to say, please tell me." Dill didn't say the last part of the sentence: If you want to kill him, kill him quickly.
"There is another werewolf."
Dill suddenly had the urge to breathe a sigh of relief, but as soon as she noticed it, she became a little angry.
The girl's face tightened, her eyes staring at every expression on the knight's face, as if she wanted to judge whether what he said was true or false, Mucha continued:
"He is ambitious. I will negotiate or fight with the werewolf. That is a matter between the werewolves. As for the werewolf's target is the Leicester family, only a few close officials are allowed to go to Red Oak Island tonight. Most of them The nobles and servants will still stay in the Green Emerald City on guard, and neither you nor they will be in danger. After the full moon night, you will all be released without charge."
Everything was arranged well and seemed to be within the silver knight's plan. Dill noticed something unusual: "What about Red Oak Island? Where is Lord Lester?"
Mucha wrote lightly: "They have knights and guards."
Dill looked at Mucha in disbelief: "Werewolves dealing with them are like trying to pry open the shell of a crab."
"Dill, I'm not a saint."
The girl smiled slightly, nodded and agreed: "Yes, you are a wolf, and they are humans, so you plan to give free buffets to the wolves."
The clever and impulsive Rabbit will kick others in the wound when they get the chance. The Wolf Knight twitched his lips helplessly.
The young werewolf closed his eyes and opened them again. His golden eyes were full of dazzling indifference: "Werewolves? You are talking about human beings. Yes, knights protect the innocent, but this is the relationship between humans. Massacre, no one is innocent in war."
"What are you talking about? Lord Lester..."
Mucha suddenly leaned forward and interrupted her: "It was Lord Leicester's ancestors who were the first to betray the belief in the goddess, introduce the Supreme God and the church into the Green Valley River, unite with other Protestant countries to suppress the families who believe in the goddess, and finally rely on the church With their backing, they gained control of the Green Valley River. They probably forgot that the painting of the three goddesses was once a treasure donated by the Clark family, and the Green Emerald City was a temple built by the Rein family for the Green Goddess. Look, now, they still plan to obey The church judges the goddess priests who once protected this land."
"Clark and Rein?" Dill grasped the key point, her voice couldn't help but tremble: "They all defected to the werewolves?"
Mucha said softly: "This is the generational hatred accumulated over the past hundred years, Dill, this is not Jonestown, nor can magic alone redeem a group of sinners. Even if the werewolves die and they return to their human form, they will still not stop plotting. And murder, if it's the nature of wolves to hunt for food, then it's the nature of humans to kill each other."
Dill felt dizzy after hearing this. She remembered that the Rein family brought more than 30 people this time, and the Clark family brought more than 60 people as close ministers. In total, there were hundreds of people, which was equivalent to hundreds of human wolves...
Hundreds of wolves are grinding their teeth in secret, waiting to feast on the flesh and blood of their enemies.
"This is a war between humans. None of them is worth saving for your goddess,"
The young man whispered softly, as if he was bewitching in his ears:
"My lady, you don't need to worry about anything or anyone. Please stay here and wait for me. Maybe I will bring back the werewolf's head for you and save you from that abominable fate."
An idea flashed in the girl's mind, and she raised her head suddenly: "How do you know I need a werewolf's head?"