Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"The story about that princess of the fallen Kingdom of Bell is relatively unpopular, that's all there is to it."

Polo shrugged.

"Yeah, and the princess's personality in reality and in fairy tales feels completely different? She seems more three-dimensional in reality?"

In the carriage, after listening to Polo's story, Lake also thought for a while and expressed her opinion.

//Grimm's Fairy Tales - The Clever Little Tailor, it's always the little tailor, I directly changed and deleted it awa

"However, this time's circular regression feels very suitable for us."

In Polo's hand, a page appeared.

Drawn on it was a princess with gold and silver hair, looking at a bear through several iron rods.

【Circular Regression: The Clever Little Tailor - Bear and Princess】

【Fairy Tale Authority: Animals are humanity's best partners, and of course, you can also communicate with your best partners】

【Description: That bear roared, chasing, but his princess was getting further and further away with the wedding carriage... The bear finally stopped, it understood that it was a bear, just a bear, and like that princess, it couldn't change anything】

After activating this page, Lake and Polo were both stunned.

"Lake, did you feel it?"

Lake looked at Polo, her eyes wide.

Polo didn't speak, but in some newly emerged ability... a bond of telepathy, Lake heard what Polo wanted to express.

Lake nodded incredulously.

"You didn't speak, but I can hear what you mean, and... so fast?"

Lake didn't move her lips either, but Polo quickly heard this kind of "inner voice" that she wanted to express.

And this kind of "inner voice" is far more concealed and rapid than verbal communication.

Although this ability comes from a fairy tale that is not very famous, Lake and Polo are both keenly aware of the power of this ability—

Although the message it conveys is limited, whether in combat or in more secret, public exchanges, it will undoubtedly be able to play a greater role.

"Not bad, Lake."

Polo looked at Lake, revealing a sly smile, "You can tell me any little secrets you have in your heart right away?"

"Eh?"

Lake's cheeks flushed when she heard this, but soon she realized something and puffed out her cheeks, "I said they are little secrets, so I won't tell you!"

"Can't you tell me secretly in your heart either?"

"You're lying to me again, as long as I don't want you to hear it, no matter what I think in my heart, you won't hear anything!"

Lake said, reaching out and pinching Polo's face:

"Also, why do you have such a regretful expression!"

"Ah? How did you see that—no, I'm a wolf, how do you know what expression I have?"

"Hmph, Polo, you admit it, right?"

"I didn't—"

Polo was pinned in the carriage, at the mercy of bullying, but soon, he saw the front of the carriage, "However, Lake, our destination tonight should be almost here."

Lake followed Polo's suggestion and turned to look.

Not far away, the afterglow of the evening sunset illuminated a city, but this city was deserted.

Lake and Polo's carriage crossed knee-high weeds, the car body vibrated slightly, and Lake looked over, the protrusions on the ground were a piece of rusted armor, half-buried and exposed to the ground.

An ancient battlefield.

"The direction is correct, this city should be the Shadi capital destroyed by the Wither Kingdom."

Lake looked at the map in her hand and said.

"Then the New Shadi Kingdom should be in this ruined capital, further back, right?"

Polo nodded, the carriage passed through the battlefield, and his gaze passed through the collapsed city walls, already able to see the inside, a ruin filled with scorch marks.

Obviously, this once prosperous city suffered a huge blow.

Bombardment from the sky swept through every corner, and the overwhelming flames obviously burned most of the wooden buildings in the city, leaving only some broken stone walls.

There are still many cities and refugees in the land conquered by the Wither Kingdom.

After learning about the possible conspiracy and truth of the Swiss Kingdom from the fallen princess of the Bell Kingdom, Lake, Polo, and the Happy Prince all realized...

The threat will not easily disappear with the defeat of the Wither King.

Whether it is the Goethe Kingdom or the various forces on the land left by the Wei Kingdom, everyone should unite and prepare.

Otherwise, once the Swiss Kingdom really starts a war.

Any single country or force will have no power or possibility to resist this empire that has just annexed Blue with overwhelming force.

And besides the resistance army ruled by Princess Bell.

The second somewhat ambiguous position is the Shadi Kingdom—

This kingdom is more ancient than the Bell Kingdom, the Wither Kingdom, or even the Goethe Kingdom, and its territory is also more vast.

But even so, under the military might of the Wither Kingdom, the capital of the Shadi Kingdom was burned to scorched earth in a matter of days.

The people in it were massacred in a week-long sweep—

Whether it was the royal family or ordinary people.

And the people in other cities of the Shadi Kingdom formed a new Shadi Kingdom, and after the demise of the Wither Kingdom, the Shadi people regained power.

And their leader is a prince—

Not a prince of the Shadi Kingdom, but a prince from a foreign country who had a marriage contract with the princess of the Shadi capital before the Shadi capital was destroyed.

Because of this, the other surviving Shadi Kingdom lords agreed to listen to this prince.

"Damn war, King Wither, really completely destroyed this place..."

Looking at the dark black scorch marks on the ground, even after so long, the ashes of the houses are still mixed with the soil.

"There is still a distance from the capital of the New Shadi Kingdom, it's a bit late today, maybe we can rest here in the ruined capital of Shadi for a while?"

Polo looked at the sky, the sunset not far away had begun to be blocked by the distant mountains.

The light sank, and darkness covered the sky.

In this ancient time, the cloudy night, where there are no lights, can be described as pitch-black, completely dark, and any daytime creatures would not have any possibility of free movement.

Although Lake and Polo can see the road clearly, the two horses of the carriage obviously do not have such night vision ability.

What's more, if they fall on such uneven ground—the two horses will inevitably break their legs.

That would be even more troublesome.

"Hmm? Over there, it seems like there's someone?"

Just as Lake and Polo were about to drive the carriage over the collapsed city wall, their eyes suddenly saw a small flame at the root of the city wall.

Closer, Polo and Lake saw that next to the flame was an old man in a gray coat.

In front of him, a few wooden boards and a small mound formed a small low grave.

The old man reciting a eulogy in the Shadi accent, burning a piece of paper filled with scriptures in front of the low grave—

This is a way for the Shadi people to commemorate the dead.

Polo immediately thought of this, before coming here, Polo had read some books related to the Shadi people.

In such "missionary" work, understanding the customs of the target kingdom is crucial.

This is not difficult.

【 Spiral Beacon: Sage】 gave Polo the ability to remember almost everything he sees.

"Sir, my condolences."

The Shadi old man's memorial service had come to an end, and after burning the last scripture, he stood up and also noticed Lake behind him.

Seeing that Lake was a little girl, the Shadi old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, thank you, but that was a few years ago."

The old man shook his head and looked at Lake's clothes, "Little girl, you must be from out of town, right? Why did you come here? This place was destroyed by the Swiss Kingdom a long time ago."

"I'm going to the New Shadi capital to see the Shadi prince, and I just passed by here and plan to rest here for the night..."

Who knew that hearing these words, the old man who was packing his things frowned and showed a surprised expression:

"Rest? In the dead ruined city?"

The old man said, picking up his things and putting them on the horse he tied to a wooden stake, then turned to look at Lake and continued, "But I advise you, it's best not to spend the night in the ruined city, if you want to spend the night—it's much better to be in the wilderness than in the city!"

"Eh? Why?"

Lake was a little surprised. Although this place is full of weeds, the surrounding trees are not growing luxuriantly after the fire. The long wind whistling through the ancient battlefield, with desolate chill.

In this environment, without a windbreak outside the city, it shouldn't be better than in the city, right?

"Little girl, you don't understand—"

The Shadi old man quietly looked at Lake, his eyes flashed a little deep, and said softly, "In the abandoned capital, tens of thousands of Shadi people's wronged souls are wandering in the shadows..."

"Ah?"

Lake and Polo were both stunned, not because they didn't believe the old man, after all, this world has magic, God, and demons, and wronged souls are not ethereal things.

But if every wronged person would turn into a vengeful spirit.

Would there still be so many wrongdoers in the world?

Seeing Lake's expression, the Shadi old man knew that the girl in front of him did not believe what he said, so he shook his head:

"Since I was a child, I grew up in this city. The only lucky thing is that when those beasts massacred the city, I was not in the city, but doing business in another place. But when I came back...

Everything has changed, this city has become a ruin, a ruin full of corpses, blood, and coke."

As he said, his eyes showed sorrow, got on his horse, pulled the reins, and turned his horse's head in the direction Lake and Polo came from:

"Those Wither people said that they didn't kill all the people in the city, and some people escaped—ha, but there were very few survivors who really escaped!

Those Wither people abandoned the occupation of this ruin because the unyielding Shadi people, even if they turned into wronged souls, would appear in the shadows at night and kill those invaders."

The Shadi old man said, preparing to ride away, but after taking a few steps, he turned back again, looked at Lake, his expression faded, and seemed a little solemn:

"Child, don't doubt what I said—because I have seen it with my own eyes."

The Shadi old man's eyes became deeper and deeper, as if he had fallen into a long reminiscence, his voice was blurred, as if in a dream, "On that night, I also wanted to die with this ruin.

But at that time, in a trance, I saw the city when it was complete, and there, I saw my dead parents and wife, they stood in the shadows and talked to me...

In the end, they told me to live well in reality.

They pushed me back into the shadows, I woke up from the ruins, opened my eyes, I saw... the dawn.

From that time on, I gave up the idea of ​​seeking death, I decided to live on, carrying the memories, hatred, and the last blood of the Shadi kingdom, to continue in this world..."

After saying the last sentence, the Shadi old man was silent, no longer saying any words of persuasion, turned his horse's head, and disappeared into the thick night.

And Lake and Polo also looked at each other, they looked at the collapsed city gate in front of them, hesitated for a moment.

"Polo, you know a lot about magic, are there really undead in this city? And the wronged souls of those dead people?"

"I don't know, I study magic, but I don't have the kind of thing that checks undead."

Polo shrugged, held his breath, squinted his eyes, and looked at the streets in the city through the city gate, "Moreover, there is nothing special here, or anything related to magic."

"Then, should we go in?"

"I think we can go in. Didn't the old man just say that he saw the wronged souls and came out alive? This shows that even if there are wronged souls, they can also communicate—and we are not the invaders of the Wither Kingdom."

Polo thought for a while and continued, "Besides, I'm a little curious—"

"What's more, I think..."

"You think that the old man, there is also a small part of the possibility, just had a dream?"

Lake blinked and heard what Polo was about to say from her heart.

The carriage drove into the city, pressing on rubble and charcoal.

As far as the eye can see, the charred walls are crumbling, rubble piled up into mountains, and further inside, the once magnificent cathedral has also collapsed for the most part, and the stained glass windows have been blown to pieces, with glass shards scattered all over the ground.

The wind whistling past the broken pillars, making a sad wail.

Further away, the central palace has been given "special attention", and the degree of damage is even worse than that of civilian houses, the fragments of carved beams and painted pillars are smoked black by the flames, a high mountain of stones.

In the more distant direction, on the hills behind the palace ruins, the only one that still stands intact is a gray-black tower.

It doesn't look like a royal building, and it doesn't have any patterns carved on it.

No doors, no windows, no decorations, just bricks stacked together, standing silently in the night.

"Where is that intact tower?"

Polo concluded from the information he got from the book:

It was built by the Shadi king, who was killed by the Wither people, about seven years ago, but the specific function has been buried in the ruins along with the destruction of the Shadi capital.

Now, that solitary tower stood as a tombstone for this ruined capital.

"It seems there are no lingering spirits in this city?"

Lake and Poro found a relatively intact house, enough to block the wind, entered it, and lit a bonfire.

Outside, night had already fallen, and for some reason, the night in the ruined capital was much darker than elsewhere.

Whether it was the stars or the moon, they seemed to be obscured by an invisible curtain, dim and without light.

But this phenomenon didn't reveal any magical influence, so Poro could only assume it was the obscuration of clouds and mist.

"Well, maybe you're right, and that shawm flute merchant was just having a dream?"

Lake also replied, taking a piece of steak and starting to enjoy dinner.

Behind them, the shadows of a person and a wolf, reflected in the flickering flames, stretched and extended onto the cracked and patched stone wall.

But just then, from behind, suddenly came the sound of a door creaking open!

"Hmm?!"

They saw a man dressed as a shawm flute merchant standing at the door.

"Where did you come from? Why are you in my house?"

The man's face showed a trace of surprise.

While the man was speaking, Lake and Poro looked around and realized that the surrounding environment had changed without them noticing.

The cracks and scorch marks in the room had disappeared, and the tables and chairs were arranged with everything they should have.

It was like a completely undamaged, commoner's house!

"What... what's going on?!"

Poro's pupils shrank, and through mental communication, he knew that Lake was just as shocked as he was at this moment.

This time, the change completely bypassed Poro's senses, as if it had arrived suddenly—

Without further communication, Lake and Poro, wary of the suddenly appearing shawm flute man, rushed out of the house, and outside, the city of ruins that had been everywhere before had disappeared.

What replaced it was a complete and undamaged city.

A perfect Shawm Flute Capital.

"Why is this happening?"

Poro's eyes widened. This time, his special soul had no warning, and all his senses were telling him that this was not an illusion or a dream.

But a... real world?!