Chapter 44: Fantacy Witch

◎Dill, is there something wrong with this wolf's head? ◎

This was the first time he had seen her wearing Vittorio's clothes.

The girl's breath was like light dew, opening up a bright green river in the dark purple and blood-red wine and meat in the room. He had followed the scent trail and seen her early.

The girl I haven't seen for a long time is dressed in the tender green of early spring, with milky white lace exposed under the long hanging sleeves. This lovely dress only reveals the slight curve of the shoulders and neck. It is the dress of an unmarried noblewoman; the bloodline of the East Coast has given her midnight The hair color and eyes cast a mysterious black veil on the girl's pure beauty, making people want to reach out and peel away that layer of secrets.

A hint of sharp gold flashed through the clear green eyes. Before the girl tried to imitate the deer and slipped away silently, the young wolf knight gently held her hand, like a fisherman holding a tempting hook, tough. Without losing any gentleness, he pulls the prey into the fish pond where the fish swim leisurely.

[Cunning werewolf! ]

Before Dill could curse, Laurel spoke for her, by the way, it's night now.

When others saw the handsome and promising young knight pulling a lovely Miss Leicester, they immediately understood and made way for them. In the blink of an eye, they were standing in the center of the dance floor in full view of everyone.

[How come you can meet werewolves wherever you go? Or the same one? ]The laurel does not appear, but appears as the breeze and the whisper of dill.

You ask me, why not ask the goddess. Dill almost resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Unaware of it, Mu Xia smiled happily, her fair cheeks glowing with a light blush, and her dazzling beauty became even more dazzling and impossible to look at directly. Dill was now sure: he was drunk, otherwise how could he have the guts of a dog... No, he had the guts of a wolf.

Dill only dared to curse a few words secretly in her heart. People around her looked at Dill with admiration, as if she was a beloved child blessed by the Supreme God himself.

[What does this bad wolf want to do? Dill, can you expose him directly? ]

Dill was helpless, she knew he was a werewolf, but in the eyes of everyone the boy was a great wolf-slaying warrior who inherited his ancestral heritage; he also knew she was a witch, but she was also a distinguished guest of the Duchess of Green Emerald City, and they knew each other. They have a lot of confidence, but no one can touch anyone. This is a deadlock where it is impossible to distinguish between winning and losing.

"I'm not very good at dancing."

"You are welcome to step on my feet."

The girl seemed to be amused by the knight's humor, but deep down she had other thoughts: I would rather step on your tail :D

On the second-floor hall above the hall, there are musicians singing with the moon-hole harp and nautilus flute. The tune of "Mermaid in the Moonlight" is cheerful and lively, and people can easily follow the rhythm and dance.

This is not a formal banquet, just a small welcome banquet, so the solemn silver and bronze instruments in the church are not used. Moreover, given the current style of Baihua Hall, Lord Leicester and his wife are obviously not very pious. of believers.

The musicians imitated the echo of the cave and the rise and fall of the sea tide to weave a beautiful and familiar melody. It was the tune that Dill had heard in front of Meda's window, which was the most repulsive sound of the church.

The celebration of the goddess is indispensable with music and dance. Many great witches have traveled throughout the continent and even served as teachers and sages in the palace and nobles, so Dill can also dance some basic court dance steps.

"You dance very well." Before the singer sang the third line, Mucha couldn't wait to say it.

Dill raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

A dance shoe made of white lambskin and water pearls stepped hard on the dark high boots, but like soft sheep's hooves stepping on the big black wolf's big palm, the certain wolf knight naturally felt nothing. Because the little witch had no time to keep up with the rhythm, her center of gravity was unsteady and she fell into the opponent's arms.

[I dare not look at it! Why don't you just smear yourself with honey before you throw yourself into your arms and eat it! ]Yuegui screamed softly.

For a moment, the world was quiet in Dill's ears. There was only the sound of heartbeat and breathing close at hand. She was so hot that she was sweating. It was embarrassing, and it could only be embarrassing.

What's worse is that the other party has no intention of letting go, but tightens the strength of his arm. The golden retriever's head is like a clingy puppy that just wants to get into any gap that can get close. Dill feels a hair rub. Despite the itching on her skin, she didn't dare to move, but she also felt a strange curiosity.

This is genuine wolf hair. A small bottle of black wolf hair can be sold for a good price at the witch market... When she was nervous, her habit of random thoughts relapsed.

"Dill, you look like ripe cider..." As he spoke, the girl felt a trace of heat on her exposed neck and shoulders.

Dill:.....Who can pull this hungry drunken wolf away?

The moon elf didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being frightened and fainting.

This is probably a more ridiculous and classic scene than the picture of the goddess playing in the hall, where the young witch and the hungry werewolf dance among the silly sheep.

Dill tried to keep the distance between the two of them, but she didn't want to turn around and bump into a few bloated guests. The sour smell of wine and food hit her face, but even if Mucha was drunk, his reaction ability was still better than that of humans. , and immediately pulled her out of the crowd.

Dill was suddenly a little curious in the eyes of the other party, whether the current Baihua Hall was like conveyor belt sushi: various different ingredients would automatically come to him.

"Aren't the dishes at the banquet to your liking?" Dill took a while to hold back her words.

The other party was absent-minded and said casually: "I don't have much appetite, Dill. I saw you a long time ago and you were just drinking..."

Halfway through the boy's words, he saw the girl looking at him with wide eyes. Now she smelled like sour plums, and she would jump up and tear her teeth at any time.

Dill was heartbroken: "At least eat some, maybe some stewed mutton to pad your belly..."

Mucha was still awake, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Dill, we don't like the smell of wine and spices. Too strong a smell is like an old lady's footcloth to me, and I would rather chop off my nose. "

Dill was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the other party would tell the truth, and he used "we". The Moon Witch happily recorded this weakness in her wolf hunting notebook.

"Dill, I know you have a lot of misunderstandings about me, and I also have a lot to say to you, but now is not a good occasion."

The young knight hesitated to speak and turned his gaze behind her. Dill subconsciously looked towards his gaze.

I saw a group of holy Taoist priests in white robes walking through silk and brocade robes. They were like an untimely snowfall, suddenly falling on the Baihua Hall in midsummer. The holy Taoist priests all had frowns on their faces, looking like they were suffering greatly. Just like Amber said, they are a group of walking dictionaries. They have opinions on everything in the world, especially on the so-called "failed creations of the Supreme God". They all wanted to use their quill pens to make notes one by one.

The holy priest's disapproving eyes swept across the table full of extravagant drinks. To make matters worse, the singer upstairs began to sing "Three Sisters Brides", which was adapted from the various absurd things that happened in the struggle for power and profit among the three divided kingdoms in the Zhongting Plain. To put it simply, it is a pornographic and violent song.

The leader of the Holy Master wears a crystal crown, and his white robe is made of silver and gold threads to outline mysterious patterns. The beard that reaches his chest is also the same snow-white. He presses a magic spell decorated with blue emeralds on his chest with his right hand. Hammer, that solemn and solemn posture is like a walking statue.

He came to the main seat without any obstruction. At this time, Lord Leicester, who was drunk and flushed, was laughing at the singer's obscene lyrics. He had no idea that the leader of the Temple of Green Emerald City was standing right next to him. Beside, the expressionless face shows no anger or authority.

Everyone, including Dill, probably had the same idea: Sir, the Holy Master is standing behind you, and he looks very angry.

In the end, Mrs. Lester couldn't stand it anymore. Lord Lester's laughter soon stopped, leaving only the awkward aftertaste of the musician.

Dill felt a cold sweat and couldn't bear to witness it.

"Although Lord Leicester is the Lord of the Green Valley River, he does not dare to offend the church easily." Mucha couldn't help laughing.

"Why should devout believers fear the majesty of the church?" Dill meant something.

The other party couldn't tell, so he chuckled and said: "Like I said, Dill, I have a lot of secrets that I want to share with you. After the banquet is over, at midnight tonight, you can go to the crooked star on the castle practice ground. Is the neck tree waiting for me?"

Well, a werewolf asked you to come out at midnight to share a secret.

[What are you waiting for? I'll watch you transform into a living wolf, and then I'll serve you as a late-night snack? Dill, is there something wrong with this wolf's head? ]

Perhaps it was because the girl's look at her as an idiot was too obvious. The boy scratched his head and felt very distressed: "Okay, I didn't give you a good impression... It's normal for you to be afraid of me."

Just when Dill thought the opponent had another move, she felt a tall shadow approaching. He suddenly leaned down at a very fast speed. Dill could only stare at his enlarged face in shock. She could clearly see him. Olive-colored eyes, pure green, with flashes of gold in them.

"Dill, leave the Green Emerald City before the full moon, the sooner the better." He whispered into her hair.

The knight quickly left a kiss on the girl's soft cheek. It was so light that it was like a gentle breeze caressing her. It was just a brush of lips. It was a farewell kiss that was in line with social etiquette.

The young man politely said goodbye to his dance partner. As soon as he stepped away, several holy priests immediately gathered around him. They had obviously been waiting for the silver knight for a long time. They led Mucha out of the ballroom like stars over the moon, obviously wanting to take the child they had high hopes for away from this depraved farce.

Dill stood there stunned, her head was as messed up as a hot pot of stewed sheep brains. She didn't know where to think first, whether it was the other party's intention, his words, or the kiss...

She reacted quickly and left the ballroom in a hurry. Now Dill just wants to find a quiet place with no one and think hard...

"Dill! I've seen it all!" Christina hugged the turnip and ran out from behind her at some point.

  "what did you see?"

Kristina winked: "Stop pretending, that one is Holdrog's treasure! You are more powerful than Mida. It seems that the status of our village beauty is about to change hands!"

Dill didn't feel any heat at all, only cold sweat all over his back. She knew Christina very well. If she returned to Miller Valley, not only would all the witches, including animals, and even the caterpillars in cocoons on the trees know about the affair between Moon Witch Dill and Silver Knight in one day.

She quickly grasped something and changed the subject: "Holdrog? Do you know him?"

Kristina blinked: "Who doesn't know Holdrog! But if you really want to develop a relationship with him, you still have to think again. Holdrog is a very devout believer, and they are different from those who study hard. They are not It's easy to fool. The legendary Red Knight not only chopped off the head of the Black Wolf King, but also burned countless heretics to death. He was the one who personally sent his own sister to the stake."