Dill maintains the last of her politeness: "Thank you very much for taking the time to climb into conversation with me; allow me to excuse myself."
Jose sighed heavily, seeming to hate the idea.
"Young girls are always attracted to polished knights; if you want to go to him, that boy is probably very busy right now, too busy not to let Holzog disgrace himself to the North."
Dill suddenly found it a little amusing to realize that both Jose and Elder were the same; they despised the teenager on one side, but on the other, they couldn't hide their jealousy of him, and the words spoken by the two men were just as raucous and harsh as those of Veranika's sisters.
"Don't tell me you really believe that a boy's toy sword can kill a werewolf."
No longer polite, the young girl replied icily and coldly, "Then I'll tell you that I believe he's the bravest and strongest knight I've ever seen."
Jose was first flabbergasted, then immediately put away all arrogance and mockery, his expression tightening like a mask. Dill subconsciously touched her face, still thinking that she was full of aura, but then she heard a clear and familiar teenage voice from behind her.
"Is he bothering you?"
Blonde hair and a blue-eyed young knight walked out from the sunshine behind her. He came straight to Jose's side, separating the two of them. The knight's figure is still a little bit of teenage thin, but standing like this, he is also taller than Jose by two whole heads.
"No, he's just composing a song for my goose."
"Yes, yes, my lord, we are composing a song."
Jose completely lost his previous cynical appearance in front of the young girl and hurriedly followed Dill's words.
Mucha didn't smile; he just looked at Jose condescendingly. He did not wear armor today, but a silk white with gold-trimmed shirt, an emerald brooch buckled church that azure cloak, lined with deep green eyes and a high nose, looks like a gentle and courteous young man, but Jose, as a grown man, completely dares not raise his head to look directly at him.
Dill had never seen Mucha like this before. She suddenly remembered that the other party, in addition to being a pious and dutiful knight, was also an authentic nobleman's son, born with a kind of arrogance and reserve that ordinary people couldn't reach.
"Great, I think we can hear your new work at the Sanctuary of Dusk afterward." Mucha's tone was light, different from his usual gentle concern, and Dill could hear the contempt in it.
How could Jose dare to say anything? He hurriedly answered with a mouthful of words, saluting as he left with quick steps, leaving the two of them standing in the same place.
Probably because they have met a few times, the big white goose to Mucha is far from being so godlike, but unusually well-behaved to stay in the dill's arms.
Dill was embarrassed; she couldn't wait to be turned into a big white goose by the goddess right now, and then her wings snapped and she flew to the east coast for refuge.
She was embarrassed to try to explain. "I did hear you last night; were you on patrol?"
Hearing her mention it, Mucha's face dimmed, revealing the tiredness of the night. "I'm sure you also heard the commotion yesterday."
Dill's heart choked.
"I wasn't able to save him."
The teenage knight hung his head in frustration, with no semblance of noble arrogance, and Dill noticed his messy bangs and almost wanted to go up and pet the blonde hair.
"It may have been your duty, but it was never your fault."
He gave a weak smile, "I could have been faster ... I, I couldn't save Russell, I couldn't save anyone."
Dill couldn't help but look at him, the other man wasn't wearing armor today, it was as if he was disarmed of all his arms, it made him even younger, but his slumped shoulders carried a heavy load that didn't belong to his age.
Frustrated, Josed, "More than one person has said I don't deserve to wear the Silver Sage."
"What about Russell? Did he say the same thing?"
"He ..." Mucha was dumbfounded for a moment, then his shoulders slumped and he muttered, "He's the one who knighted me himself."
Dill waited for him to continue.
The teenager's gaze was distant, and he murmured the fondest memory of his life: "It was early morning, I could still see the shadow of the moon, and he himself led me into the sanctuary, where he had witnessed my mother's wedding and my uncle's ordination, and there was cider piled high on the table from Sarno's... I wish I could let you taste it someday ... ...Russell himself tapped his sword on my shoulder and made me swear to always remain faithful, loyal and brave."
The young girl listened quietly as she watched the teenager's smile fade into a smile, her eyes clear enough to see the dawn, and she could almost see that Sir Russell, a sincere and brave knight, and what Mucha had always wanted to be, so good.
It was like watching the sunrise slowly rise, the green seedlings slowly extending the shadows of the big trees, just by looking at this young knight, Dill felt her heart overflowing with warm anticipation and hope.
Perhaps this was what she wanted to be, too?
"I heard what you said earlier."
"What?" Dill hadn't reacted from the other's smile.
The teenager reddened and blushed a little, "I wish I could always be the bravest knight in your heart."
It was Dill's turn to blush as she stared at the equally red apple in her hand, pretending to soak it in the clear lake water to clean it while trying to wash away the blush on her reflection's face.
Mucha thoughtfully changed the subject, "It's a shame I didn't bring Cahowoxen's wolfhound with me, his name is Blake, he's a black wolfhound, it was a gift from Russell, and I've had him since he was a child."
He winked at Dill, "But don't be afraid, I've got a nose better than a dog, I'll be sure to pull that abomination out and put an end to this nightmare."
He smiled with shallow dimples, and Dill remembered that this Silver Knight was no more than two years older than herself, and that he too had elders he respected, pets he loved, and dreams he passionately dreamed of, but all of them pinned their lives and hopes on him.
"There's no cider here, but there's this one, I don't think you had time for breakfast."
The teenager subconsciously reached out and took it, the reddish apple full of crisp dew at a touch.
He couldn't help but smile, his eyes a fuller olive green than the apple, a refreshing ripe gold color in the bright sun, and the look he gave Dill could be described as sparkling:
"Seems like every time I see you it makes me want an apple." He whispered.
Dill also thought of the first time the two of them met, only compared to Mucha opened ten times the beautification filter, she thought of her own woeful fall from the apple tree, smashed a each other's eyes, she seems to be all sorts of difficult and malicious speculation each other ...
Mucha was suddenly pulled by the person beside her
"This is a thank you gift and reparation from before."
In the young girl's hand was a beautifully patterned silk pouch, a small, bulging, small cloth pouch that was not known to be stuffed with anything.
Mucha had heard that the East Coast people had a tradition of dispensing incense, he was flattered to take the next scented pouch, and couldn't wait to inhale several times, but ended up choking on the smell instead and sneezing repeatedly, the young Knight's Handsomeness was woefully out of shape in no more than a second.
Dill can not help but smile, the scent bag is rosemary, musk, moon grass ... and a dash of dill, basically all werewolves hate the smell, able to disrupt the sense of smell of the werewolves, so that they can not rely on the smell to track the victim.
She'd already given one each to Mrs. Cole and Lily, leaving her with the last one, and she thought about giving it to Mucha, as if she owed it to him, and as a small buff to the valiant and intrepid Silver Knight, and then there was ...
"Do you realize that these things from the east coast might be worth a gold coin?"
Mucha hinted slightly, but Dill shook her head, "It's just a few rarities that aren't available here."
Mucha thought about it and couldn't help but laugh, "Like that telescope you had before?"
"You mean it's weird for me to wear?" Like magic, Dill mischievously held up that bronze telescope to the teenager.
[There is a difference of more than fifty levels in level disparity, and it is impossible to see through the truth.]
Dill silently took the looking glass down and looked at the teenager's pure and harmless smile.