When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#191 - Lycanthrope or vampire?

Leather boots stepped across the expensive Zealand carpet, Horn's brow furrowed as he hurried through the corridors on both sides of the palace.

That irritating clicking sound had been occurring more and more frequently since he entered the Mechanical Palace, but Horn wouldn't agree with Paslick's explanation.

He could indeed hear a faint sound, perhaps some peculiar mechanical entity? Or some kind of strange object?

Since discovering that steam engines and electricity were unusable, Horn had become half-desperate about similar industrial machines.

Although clockwork could serve some of the functions of an engine, the problem was that it had high power but too short a duration. It was fine for explosive clockwork firearms, but for looms or water pumps, animal or water power was better.

In essence, it was because mithril clockwork relied entirely on human magic to input energy, and humans couldn't provide that much magic.

Not everyone had Horn's terrifying magical power.

So, in terms of industry, Horn had reached a dead end with the two major problems of engines and steel.

He sometimes even thought about simply trusting the wisdom of later generations.

But after seeing the little people in the mechanical theaters, his thoughts about industrial machines rekindled, because such heavy puppets and gears couldn't be driven solely by the water power from elevated aqueducts.

To complete several scenes of a play perfectly, whatever was driving the gears must be able to run for a long time.

Behind the stage, Horn hadn't found any driving device, so maybe that "click" sound came from the driving device.

Listening to the intermittent sound, Horn searched room by room.

However, he didn't lose his mind; each time, he would first have several soldiers enter the room and turn it upside down before he would enter to check.

In this way, Horn searched all the rooms on the second floor one by one, but still found nothing.

Following the clicking sound, Horn returned to the first floor, and as he moved forward, the clicking sound in his ears became clearer.

Standing in front of a bedroom, Horn stopped. This time he was sure that the clicking sound was coming from this room.

Seeing Horn stop, Victor waved his hand: "You guys go in and take a look."

Three or five guards glanced at Victor, and only after Horn nodded did they file in and begin rummaging through the room.

To be honest, they did find quite a few original summer clothes and pants in this bedroom, washed clean and neatly arranged.

"Click, click…"

Standing at the door, Horn could hear the frequency of the faint clicking sound increasing, sometimes as if it were right in front of him.

"Search, search carefully, dig three feet into the ground!"

Entering the bedroom, Horn looked around.

The entire bedroom was about forty or fifty square meters, with Western-style tapestries on the walls and unburned white candles on several silver candlesticks.

"Click, click…"

The sound came again. Horn slowly paced around the room, stopping in front of the bed.

His nose twitched. He wasn't sniffing the original clothes, but he smelled a familiar scent of iron rust and lubricating oil.

Horn had smelled a similar scent on the workbench in the hall.

He walked to the large bed in the center of the room and put his nose close to it. The smell of iron rust was coming from the bed.

The bed seemed like it hadn't been slept in for a long time, filled with a musty and damp smell, but what puzzled Horn was that the clothes in the closet were all brand new and clean.

Could it be for the puppets in those mechanical theaters?

Horn first put his ear to the edge of the bed, and the faint clicking sound came again. Finally, he simply lay down on the dusty bed.

"Click, click…"

Lifting the bed sheets and velvet mattress, Horn listened carefully and confirmed that the strange clicking sound was coming from the bed boards.

There must be a mechanism underneath. Horn immediately sat up, supporting himself on the headboard: "Hey, you, after I get off the bed, you take a wooden stick and test… Eh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sense of weightlessness enveloped Horn. He looked down and saw that the bed board suddenly split in the middle as he sat up, revealing the hollow space beneath the bed!

Caught off guard, Horn didn't have time to adjust his posture or grab anything, and fell headfirst into the hole.

"Thump!"

His knee heavily hit the corner of the bed, and Horn instantly grimaced. But unlike the cold and pain from his knee, his body fell on something soft.

A silky and light touch enveloped Horn's cheeks, and under the white and cool silk linen nightgown, was a warm body.

Horn raised his head and saw a pair of standard wolf ears, different from beastmen hybrids. Below the wolf ears was a head of twilight purple shawl hair.

He couldn't describe this color, it was like a cloud of white mist hiding the yellow, red, and purple sunset.

However, the furry wolf ears were now lying horizontally backward like airplane ears, and her tail was pressed tightly against the mattress.

The wolf girl looked about twenty years old, leaning against the headboard, with long eyelashes fluttering on her porcelain-like face, cold as ice and dignified as a queen.

Was this a vampire or a beastman?

"Vampire?!"

Climbing up from the bed in a mess, Horn's shoes stepped on the clean bedding and retreated a few steps, drawing the Bloodveil Cloud in his hand.

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"Your Majesty? Where is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is gone! Your Majesty is gone!"

"Don't make noise, I'm here." Horn stared at the wolf girl in front of him and shouted.

"No, Your Majesty, how could you…"

Ignoring everything, Victor jumped directly from the hole and grabbed his short sword, blocking Horn's line of sight.

Before he said it was safe, and Horn found a blood slave. Later, he said everything was confirmed to be safe, and Horn found a vampire again.

Victor felt that his position as legion commander was probably coming to an end. Continuing would be impolite.

Horn grabbed Victor's shoulder, preventing him from blocking his view: "It's okay, there's no danger."

He was too close just now and hadn't seen clearly. Only after pulling away did Horn realize that she wasn't running away from the bed for no reason.

Under the thin silk blanket, the wolf girl's legs were cut off from above the knees, leaving the nightgown empty.

The wheelchair was next to the bed, and she was trying to move towards it secretly.

If this wolf girl could really threaten Horn, he should have already died when he fell into her arms.

Just as Horn was looking at the wolf girl, the wolf girl was also looking at Horn, her eyes without any emotional fluctuations looking him up and down.

She was thinking about which role in the mechanical theater he could match, just like Afu was her butler and the undead outside were her guards.

Could this be a demon hunter coming to kill her?

The wolf girl's gaze suddenly froze when she scanned the Bloodveil Cloud in Horn's hand, and the airplane ears that had been drooping suddenly stood up.

When Horn noticed the wolf girl's strangeness, her big tail behind her was already swaying with afterimages.

But strangely, she still had that expressionless face, without any emotional fluctuations, and her eyes didn't change.

"You, you are my kind, aren't you?"

As soon as the girl opened her mouth, it was standard old Frankish iris flag authentic aristocratic accent, but this peculiar chanting tone was like an opera.

If Horn hadn't heard Carrie speak the noble language, he almost wouldn't have understood the girl's meaning.

"Are you a vampire? Or a beastman?"

"Me? I am, Silof."

Her tail spinning like a propeller, Silof looked into Horn's eyes and chanted expressionlessly.