The two moon witches drew up the curtains on the balcony, and let the clear moonlight pour into the room. Cristina took out a woven woolen blanket and spread it on the floor. The sea of polygonum, the flowers of pomegranates, the yellow of vine leaves, and even the costly purple snail were used to dye the rich grapes. The rug was embroidered with a view of the south coast, a parting gift from Cristina's lady, and a meditation rug said to have been woven and dyed by local witches from seven spiritual plants and animals.
The light of the moon coated it with a layer of lifelike magic, and the flowers and animals on it seemed to have been brought to life. Two young girls, barefoot and in white dresses, stepped into the small world of the embroidered blanket; dill seemed to smell cinnamon, cardamom, moss, flowers, and even the salty salt of the sea lapping on the rocks, and a variety of living odors lingered around, and all of the chaotic thoughts and sedimentary alcohol were as small as grains of sand in that instant, and would be dispersed in a single blow.
In a quiet and bright place far away from the hustle and bustle of the ballroom and the white sanctuary, the two Moon Witches sat and lay on a carpet made of witchcraft and herbs, their long hair pulled back so that every inch of their bodies could catch the moonlight, their posture as lazy as cats, the obscenity of the mortal wine and food gradually receded, and the young girl's skin began to glow with a pearly light, and even the pupils of her eyes were as bright as the starlight flickering.
Kristina couldn't help but raise her hand to the dome, letting the silver glow fill the crevices of her fingers as the Moon Witch's mind followed the moon like the ebb and flow of the tides.
Dill also decided to soak up the inspiration; maybe she could improvise some kind of magic, preferably mind-reading, to make it easier for her to figure out the man-wolf.
Kristina pulled out a silver flute; that was her magic weapon. She held the flute against her mouth and played the song "Mermaid in the Moonlight" in the moonlight, and Oslo, in a rare moment of grace, chirped softly a few times to her rhythm. The non-swearing parrot had a far more beautiful and delicate voice than the musicians, and Dill was mesmerized by it.
She took a washbasin and used her silver cup to catch the moonspring. In a few moments, it overflowed as if the whole full moon had been caught in it. The white goose couldn't wait to get in and clean it, its white feathers splashing with crystals as it flapped. Kristina notes a disruption, expressing both condemnation and envy for Dill's behavior of bathing her pet with gold.
[Oh my! It's come to life!
Feeling the moon's call, the moon elf, like a person lacking oxygen suddenly being able to breathe, just touched out of thin air, this time literally knuckling Kristina.
"The Moon Goddess has descended to the miracle." Kristina was shocked and frightened, "Or has your extravagance, Dill, attracted heavenly punishment?"
Dill was relaxing on the carpet to bask in the moon. Hearing her misunderstanding, she couldn't help but laugh and explain, "What miracle, my moon elf. "
"Moon elves?"
"That's a moon elf; haven't you ever seen an elf before?"
Kristina realized, "Oooooh, like those fireflies that like to swarm around forests and lakes and stuff, I've never seen light that bright, so that's a moon elf? Not bad for a spirit of light."
"Kristina, I also learned a magic that can sense the presence of man-wolves."
"You can still sense man-wolves?" Kristina immediately forgot about the elf this time.
Out of selfishness, Dill didn't give up Mucha, and she could only pray that the man-wolf had nothing to do with Mucha, like the loyalty and justice he always kept on his lips, like the fangs he bared that were untouched by the blood of innocents.
The Goddess of the Moon above wasn't some innocent werewolf she believed in; it was the teenager named Mucha, the Silver Knight, who was full of secrets.
Kristina squinted her dark eyes. "You mean human-wolves are in Greenfield City?"
Dill hadn't been in Greenfields as long as Kristina had, and she looked into the other woman's thoughtful face with an indescribable lightness in her heart.
Still, unlike Jonestown, she had teammates and would never let innocents die again.
"This time to celebrate Miss Rosalie's Bar Mitzvah, His Excellency invited the entire Green Valley River and even the lower reaches of the Junli River's nobles to come over to observe the ceremony, and together with the women's families and attendants, it's close to a thousand people. I can only reach a portion of them."
Kristina calmly analyzed, "Man-wolves are not like werewolves; they are not as strong as werewolves but harder to catch out than werewolves; only closer to the full moon night can they be searched out by wolfhounds. Until then, unless his wolf master is willing to give him more power, we can't find any trace at all."
Dill naturally knew the trouble with human wolves. They were all once humans, cursed later in life to possess a wolf body, the equivalent of being forcibly bound to a wolf body transformed by magic; their essence was still human, and their human offspring were still human, and it was only when the light of the full moon shone through all the evil and demonic breaches that they would reveal their cursed original form.
But really, could we only wait until the night of the full moon?
"If it's just a human wolf..."
"No." A flash of clarity flashed through the young girl's mind
Dill had been pondering Mucha's words: fleeing Greenfield City before the full moon.
A man-wolf wasn't so much to make a teenage werewolf nervous, but if it was...
"Not just one."
The teenage girl drew in a cold breath, the moonlight illuminating her face as white as dry bones.
"It's the werewolves of the full moon."