Seeing the handsome young knight pulling a lovely Miss Lester, the bystanders immediately understood and made way for them, and in the blink of an eye, they were standing in the center of the dance floor in full view of everyone.
How do you keep running into werewolves everywhere you go? Or is it the same one?] Laurel spoke to Dill as a breeze.
If you're asking me, why don't you ask the Goddess? Dill barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
The unaware Mucha laughed heartily, his white cheeks flushed with a light blush, making him appear even more handsome. Dill could be sure now: he was drunk.
Dill only dared to curse a few times in her heart. The people around her cast envious glances at Dill.
Dill is helpless; she knows that he is a werewolf, but in the eyes of the crowd of young people, he is a son inherited from the ancestor of the wolf-slaying warrior; he also knows that he is a witch, but she is also the Duchess of the City's guests. They know each other's bottom of the letter, but no one can move. This is a stalemate that can not be divided into winners and losers.
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"You're welcome to step on my foot."
The young girl seemed to be amused by the knight's humor, but in the back of her mind she was thinking something else: I'd rather step on your tail.
On the second floor above the hall, musicians were singing with cellos and violins, and the tune of "Mermaids in the Moonlight" was cheerful and lively, so people could easily follow the rhythm and dance.
This was not a formal banquet, just a small welcome feast, so the solemn instruments of the sanctuary were not used. Neither Lord Lester nor his wife were very religious.
The musicians imitated the echoes of the cliffs and the ebb and flow of the ocean tides to weave a beautifully familiar melody, a tune that Dill had heard in front of Milda's window, the hedonistic music that the church rejected the most.
The celebration of the goddesses was not without music and dance. Many great witches had traveled throughout the continent and even served as teachers and sages in the court and nobility, so Dill could dance some basic courtly steps as well.
"You dance very well." The singer hadn't even gotten to the third line of the lyrics when Mucha couldn't wait to say it.
Dill raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes?"
A dancing shoe made of lambskin and pearls stepped hard on the pitch-black high boots. But just like a soft sheep's hoof stepping on a big black wolf's paw, a certain wolf knight naturally felt nothing; instead, the little witch fell headfirst into the other party's arms because she couldn't keep up with the rhythm in time and was unsteady in her center of gravity.
[I'm afraid to look! Why don't you just rub a layer of honey on yourself before you throw yourself into the arms? Laurel squealed in a small voice.
The world was quiet for a moment in Dill's ears, with only the sound of her heartbeat and breathing close at hand. She was hot and sweaty; it was an embarrassment and only an embarrassment.
What was worse was that the other party had no intention of letting go but rather tightened the force of her arm. The blonde head was like a clingy puppy, just wanting to burrow into any opening she could close. Dill felt a tickle of hair brushing against her skin, and while she didn't dare to move, she was struck with an odd twinge of curiosity.
This is the real wolf's hair. Ah, a vial of black wolf hair can be sold in the witch bazaar for a good price. Once she was nervous, her rambling problem was again guilty.
"Dill, you look like ripe apple cider." He was talking, and the young girl's exposed neck and shoulders felt a hint of heat.
Dill: Who could pull this hungry, drunken wolf away?
The moon elf didn't dare to utter a word for fear of being stunned.
This is probably an even more ridiculous and classic scene than the picture of the goddess frolicking in the great hall, with the young witch and the hungry werewolf dancing among the silly sheep.
Dill tried to pull away from the two of them, but she did not want to turn around and was about to collide with a couple of swollen dignitaries, The sour smell of alcohol and food came to her face, but Mucha, even if he was drunk, his reflexes were still better than a human's, and in real-time, he pulled her out of the crowd.
Dill was suddenly a little curious if, under the other's eyes, the Hundred Flowers Hall was now like rotary sushi: all sorts of different ingredients would automatically walk to him.
"Is the banquet's food not to your liking?" It took Dill a long moment to hold her tongue.
The other party was distracted and casually said, "I don't have much of an appetite, Dill; I saw you so long ago, just focusing on drinking."
Halfway through his sentence, the young man saw the young girl staring at him with round eyes
Dill: "You at least eat a little, eat some mutton stew to pad your stomach."
Mucha still had a trace of sobriety, he couldn't help but laugh, "Dill, we don't like the smell of wine and spices, too strong an odor is hard on me, I'd rather chop off my nose."
Dill was a bit surprised, not expecting the other to be honest, and for him to use the word "we", the Moon Witch happily noted this weakness in her little wolf-hunting book.
"Dill, I know you have a lot of misunderstandings about me, and I have a lot of things I want to say to you, but now is not a good occasion."
The teenage knight wanted to say something, but his eyes went behind her, and Dill subconsciously looked toward his line of sight.
A group of holy white-robed priests passed through the aya-robed brocade, and like unseasonal snow, they suddenly descended on the summer's Hundred Flowers Hall. The holy Taoist priests were all frowning deeply, with a look of deep sorrow, Just like Amber said, a group of walking dictionaries, they have opinions on everything in the world, especially on the so-called ""Supreme God's failed creation", they are eager to use a feather quill to approve a single note.