The girl on the bed let out an uncomfortable whimper, and Dill caught a glimpse of the girl's cold, sweaty little face in the moonlight.
The old hound broke free from his master's arms, whimpering and nuzzling his long nose against the side of his young master's face, while his large, drooping eyes stared out warily at the commotion like polished brass plates.
The hypnotizing powder was originally just a harmless sleep aid, but Dill had forgotten that once a person had a nightmare, the hypnotizing powder would force the person into a nightmare, and the body would not be able to react in time to wake up!
Damn it!
The ringing of the bell became more and more urgent, just like the footsteps of the fleeing feet. The girl's struggle became more and more intense, but like a drowning person, slow to catch the shore.
Clang!
Panic dense emotions like what was cut off, dill head for a moment blank, only the sound of metal impact in the darkness is particularly clear, like a loud thunder broke through the sky, the glacier gently broken, suffocating the sultry summer night suddenly had a hint of space to breathe.
That is the unique armor walking, crisp, loud, and clear.
It was Mucha.
Sorrow did not stop his steps in the night when no one dared to make a sound. Only he held his sword against the night wind, looking for the enemy who killed his dear friend, guarding the safety of this village and town.
There is no reason; this is the duty of the Silver Knight.
The great white goose pecked the young girl on the cheek, and Dill somehow suddenly found her strength.
The light moonlight fell silently through the window, as if adding a layer of silver armor of protection, and those phantoms of fear were obliterated in the light, and she was finally able to move her arms and legs, but only with a little bit of lethargy.
Dill struggled to pick up the silver cup. The old hound had been letting out a low warning growl, but as Dill approached, he whimpered sadly.
The young girl patted her head reassuringly as she picked up the back of the girl's head, dabbed a bit of Full Moon Gel from the rim of the cup, and dabbed it on the girl's lips.
It didn't take much; Full Moon Gel was the clearest of liquids and the best antidote to poison.
The shallow silver cup blended into the soft moonlight; dots of glowing crystals trembled lightly on her eyelashes, and like Sleeping Beauty being released from her spell, the girl's breathing began to calm down.
She half-opened her eyes and glanced dazedly at Dill.
"Ringing... ringing..."
"It's okay." Dill patted the girl's head with an apology until she drifted off to sleep again.
The young witch looked at the remaining full moon gel and had another idea in mind.
She took out a small vial of crystal salt from the medicine cabinet, a good purchase from the Sea Witch. The crystals born from the sea stones could form a strong and powerful boundary with just a light sprinkle.
She scooped up a tablespoon of crystal salt and stirred it with the rest of the full moon gel, although it was a waste, but she couldn't care less in an emergency.
Dill listened to the commotion outside while quickly stirring the silver cup in her hands. The crystal salt will quickly melt and then solidify under the effect of the full moon gel. Dill touches the floor mixed with cinderblocks and dirt, digs out a thin slit, and pours the liquid into the slit to solidify.
[C-class prop crafted successfully, melting and then solidifying the clean and salty white crystals in the silver cup of moonlight, you can either draw an absolute fortress that belongs to you. The [Sea Salt Boundary Pen] has been incorporated into the [Magical Girl's Food Cupboard].
Without a mind to joke, Dill stiffened her fingers and pulled out the salt pen that had solidified into crystals. She could hear her own rapid breathing, but it was dead black outside.
[Very close.]
For a moment, Dill wanted to let out a scream, but her brain reacted faster as it forced cold commands into her body.
Like a puppet on strings, the young girl braced herself on the ground with one hand and clutched the salt pen with the other, drawing her way along the cracks in the floor of the room.
Dill stiffened her arm, which seemed to have tugged at the old scarred tattoo, which was searing pain, but she didn't dare stop for fear of slowing down a step. The big white goose followed her obediently, easing her fear a little.
The silver chalice gave the liquid an unending supply of properties, and the salt pencils that had been remolded into shape were endowed with the same magic, and up until the gate, the salt pencils in Dill's hands showed no signs of depletion.
At the moment when the head and tail of the salt line intersected, she drew the last stroke with great force, and a crispness like an electric current flowed into her fingertips, and her whole body crumpled against the door panel, nearly dislocating, and Turnip, who had been following her ass, swooped down into her arms in the process.
Dill hugged the large white goose tightly as she stared into the dimly lit interior, her back to the commotion outside.
Through a flimsy door panel, she prayed to the moon god, for herself, for Lily, and for Mucha, that she would see the young knight again tomorrow.
[Let us go.]