Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Candy Castle.

With the death of the Gluttony Witch, the other Saints gradually regained their normal rationality.

Some memories obscured by the poison of faith also gradually began to resurface.

They looked at the surrounding candy castle.

Some left heavily, perhaps because they recalled things more important than food.

Some looked blank after hearing certain truths.

Perhaps they felt like they had suddenly lost their direction and didn't know where to go…

But no matter what, time always smooths out most wounds.

Inside the still-functioning maze, in the deepest part of the candy castle, in the Gluttony Witch's room.

“This letter seems to carry a kind of… delicate magic.”

Poro found this letter in one of the Candy Witch's storage boxes. Its surface was made of a magical plant material.

On the sealing wax of the envelope was engraved a slightly complex mark.

Under the stimulation of magic, it emitted a faint phantom.

Twelve snake-shaped lines, connected in the center, radiating in all directions at equal distances.

It looked like… a burning golden sun.

It revealed some unusual magical fluctuations. If Poro's magical attainments hadn't improved significantly, he would never have been able to sense the abnormality of this letter from the large amount of clutter.

“Huff…”

Poro took a deep breath, his mind sinking into it.

This was a special magic lock, far more complex than the symbolic magic lock that the Gluttony Witch had placed on the room door!

It required a complex magic password.

It should be a specific magic spell.

Moreover, it was interspersed with twelve different soul imprints—

To crack such a magic lock… would be a fantasy for any ordinary caster!

“This may take a long time.”

Poro closed his eyes slightly, concealing the magic light in his eyes. Just the first attempt at deciphering it made him feel that his magic and mental power were instantly depleted.

But for Poro, deciphering such a magic lock was not just a pipe dream!

“Fortunately, the 'Witch's' Spiral Beacon has sublimated. Otherwise… I'm afraid I wouldn't even have any hope of understanding the structure of such a magic lock.”

Poro murmured, raising his paw—

A golden page appeared from the air.

[Spiral Beacon: Witch]

[Sublimation Ritual: Magic Domain]

[Magic Reversal, Spell Inversion, Deconstruct the depths of the magic castle, glimpse the truth in secrecy, and reverse the false god within the magic domain!]

[You have created a miracle—and this is precisely the essence of magic]

[Sublimation Tier: 1-\u003e2]

[Soul Anchoring: After the Spiral Beacon reaches Tier 2, it will be completely bound to the soul and cannot be unloaded]

[Fairy Tale Authority · First Tier: Regarded as possessing all the experience of the killed witch in the path of magic!]

[Fairy Tale Authority · Second Tier: Your mastery and thinking of magical wisdom have reached a higher level—the veins of all magical creations and miracles will be fully revealed in your thinking]

[Description: Your magic, under the rendering of knowledge and soul, has leaped to the clouds, allowing you to overlook the wilderness in the glimmer of magic. All living things will change shape in your fantasy and magic]

[The magical breeze blows across the wilderness, and wherever it passes—is a magic domain!]

Poro smiled.

Like Lake's [Spiral Beacon: Hunter], the [Spiral Beacon: Witch], after sublimation, provides a tremendous leap in magic enhancement!

Although it, like Lake's [Spiral Beacon: Hunter], does not directly increase the concentration of magic in Poro's body, which is the “mana bar” in the previous life's game.

But the increased experience has made Poro now no less inferior to the Green and Red Witch.

And under special enhancements, Poro's casting efficiency is even better.

The second tier of Fairy Tale Authority allows Poro to reach an extraordinary level of learning and deconstructing magic.

Superimposed with [Spiral Beacon: Sage], it even achieves a degree greater than one plus one!

Poro looked to the side at a silver plate placed on the table.

The silver plate quickly turned into white chocolate and then quickly switched back—

If Poro had possessed such authority before the battle with the Gluttony Witch, Poro could have even used spell reversal not only on the Gourmet Curse during the battle.

He even had the opportunity to prepare in advance and directly seize control of the candy castle from the Gluttony Witch—

Thereby directly preventing the Gluttony Witch's resurrection!

But fortunately, careful countermeasures still resulted in a fairly complete ending.

Poro shook his head and placed the magic envelope in the side of his bag.

The time for the journey is still very long, and there is no particular urgency to crack this special letter.

“Poro, have you found out the reason for the changes in the magic barrier of the Fertile Plains?”

The door opened, and Lake walked up, dragging a huge backpack.

It contained some magical materials from the Gluttony Witch collected from the castle. These materials were not many, but in this world, things related to magic were rare.

“Almost, I now understand more than 70% of it.”

Poro thought for a moment, waved his paw, and a white feather floated on the table.

This was the feather of the angel Karen, or rather… the carrier of her angelic power.

In the candy castle, the magic barrier of the Gluttony Witch that enveloped the entire plain had to rely on angelic power to maintain such a huge effect.

As the feather turned into golden light, several floating magic crystals in the room emitted light.

Poro's pupils dilated slightly, and his consciousness, along with the magic light, passed through the obstruction and spread in all directions…

Looking towards the damaged barrier—

After about a few minutes, the magic crystals dimmed and fell again.

Poro's pupils contracted and he came back to his senses.

“How is it? Poro.”

“We may have to leave sooner, some uninvited guests have entered by taking advantage of the previous damage to the barrier.”

As Poro spoke, a touch of deep red appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He waved slightly towards the bag on the side, and an invitation with chaotic patterns flew up and landed in front of Poro.

This invitation from the Enthralled Prince also seemed to sense something, flashing dimly.

“I see that the dependents of the Mad Dancers are coming—before we go to deal with them.”

The red in Poro's eyes faded.

In the battle with the Gluttony Witch, he frequently used the power of the Mad Dancers many times, and after the battle, he found that his perception of a certain direction became more and more obvious.

In that direction, there also seemed to be a kind of incomprehensible whisper.

Every time he heard it, Poro felt inexplicably manic.

“Let's go, we must stop them before they reach Sweet City—there are too many civilians here, if they enter the city, it will be a disaster!”

Poro's eyelids dimmed slightly, “This time, we can't let the disaster of the Sino Kingdom's capital repeat itself.”

“Of course.”

Lake placed her hand on the hilt of the Star Killer Sword at her waist, and the Star Killer Sword emitted a faint starlight, “We killed a prince in the capital of Boren, and this time, we can do the same!”

…

Farther away, on the Fertile Plains, on the road leading to Sweet City, in a small town.

Veteran Invei's eyes were bloodshot, with a hint of red light flickering within.

Shortly after those Enthralled Princes from his homeland entered the Fertile Plains, Veteran Invei sensed their location.

At that time, the news of Poro killing the Gluttony Witch had not yet reached the veteran.

The Enthralled Princes chose the timing to rush into the Fertile Plains too quickly—

Perhaps they had been wandering outside the forest maze for a long time!

At the moment of the Gluttony Witch's death, this Enthralled Prince's carriage drove into the Fertile Plains.

“I want to inform them, but before… the changes in that candy castle should be related to them…”

Veteran Invei looked at Dans, who was tasting snacks with elegant movements beside him, and clenched his fists, “No matter what, before the result comes out, I need to…

Evacuate the residents of those towns as much as possible!”

Veteran Invei narrowed his eyes, looking at the people around him with rosy faces and no hunger problems, a sting flashed in the depths of his memory.

Distant phantoms flashed before his eyes.

Veteran's homeland, the Stetz Kingdom, which was destroyed by the Mad Dancers.

Exhausted humans fell to the ground, their bodies still twitching spontaneously, their clothes were torn to shreds, and their skin was covered in blood.

Their faces were filled with horror, but they still couldn't stop any dancing movements.

They could only die, watching and feeling themselves moving step by step into the abyss…

“Whether it's to reduce the influence of those Enthralled Princes, or to save more people, I must do this!”

So, before the results came out in the candy castle, Veteran Invei arrived in this small town.

The people in the small town obviously had not yet felt the changes in the Fertile Plains.

And naturally, they could not feel… the aura of the Enthralled Princes.

“Hey, you just came back from Sweet, right?”

Invei had just entered the town when he heard a somewhat familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw a familiar figure jogging over.

It was the baker who had competed with Lake and Poro on the same stage before, the fat townsman who was dedicated to making pastries but was unfortunately eliminated.

“Is there any news about your two friends? What's it like in the candy castle?”

The fat townsman said, looking at Veteran Invei expectantly.

He also pulled Veteran and Dans to the dining table in front of his house, picked up a plate of what was obviously a newly made cake, and said happily:

“This is my new improvement, I adjusted the proportion of sugar and perfectly integrated the taste of jam—I will definitely succeed in the next Saint Election Festival!

Hey, you came with the Saint, you must have your own understanding of food, would you like to try it?”

But the veteran didn't even look at the snack, staring at the townsman beside him, and said solemnly:

“I don't know what it's like in the castle yet—I have important things to do, take me to see your town chief.”

“Uh, what could be the matter…”

The fat townsman said halfway, inexplicably feeling a deep chill from the veteran's eyes, so he put down the pastry in his hand and changed his words, “Okay, I'll take you to see the town chief.”

Passing rows of pastries and delicacies placed on both sides of the road.

Arriving in front of a slightly larger house, smoke still swirled from above the house.

The house where the town chief lived.

And the town chief here was no different from others.

He also loved food and cooking, but when he was outside, he had some experience as a town chief, so he also had such a job here.

“You said… there will be villains coming to the Fertile Plains from outside the forest? And it's the dance plague that once led to the destruction of a kingdom?!”

The old town chief pinched a fork in one hand, picked up a piece of meat on the table, and put it in his mouth.

A trace of astonishment flowed in his eyes.

Obviously, before entering the Fertile Plains, this old town chief was considered to be a knowledgeable person, and the Fertile Plains were not far from the destroyed Stetz Kingdom.

Many people have heard of that terrible rumor.

“Yes, they are coming, and this small town is the closest human settlement to the forest, everyone must leave here and go to Sweet.

If the angels are really there, we can repel those Enthralled people, if not—

We need to abandon this plain and leave here.”

The veteran looked at the town chief and said in a deep voice, he didn't touch the glass of wine in front of him.

“You said it very meticulously, as if it were true. To be honest, I don't know much about the dance plague. In fact, very few people survived the dance plague, and most of the survivors are mentally deranged.

I really want to believe you—but how can you be sure that what you said is true?

You know so much, you saw those… uh, the Enthralled Princes you mentioned, so how did you survive?”

The old town chief shook his head, picked up the glass of wine in front of him, drank the nectar in it, and then put it back on the table.

Soon, the wine slowly spread from the bottom again,

But what the old town chief didn't notice was that the recovery speed of today's food was much slower than before.

“I am a survivor of the Stetz Kingdom…”

“It's okay, no need to explain.”

The old town chief waved his hand and said, “In recent years, there have been many people like you who came to the Fertile Plains and thought that bad things would happen, and there have also been people who used to be bandits or the like.

But all the villains have never done evil after eating the food.

Worriers will be carefree after tasting the feast.”

The old town chief said, putting another piece of grilled meat in his mouth, savoring it with relish. Under the influence of magic, these people rarely feel bored with food.

The old town chief said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

The slight worries on his face caused by the veteran's words were quickly replaced by the intoxication of tasting food.

He waved his hand and said casually:

"Leave, this is the earthly paradise of the Bountiful Angel, nothing can possibly happen here—look, the food is still restoring itself, that's the power of the Bountiful Angel!"

The old soldier was still saying something, but the old town elder waved his hand, no longer listening to Invi's words.

The old soldier Invi walked into the town, looking at the people eating food on all sides of the street.

Their faces all had peaceful expressions.

They were completely unaware of the arrival of the crisis.

The old soldier clenched his fist. If it were before, he would have left with Danse.

But now, he remembered the possessed prince he had killed in the Kingdom of Boren, and the brutal giants falling in the city one after another.

"This is troublesome, I'm not good at this kind of thing..."

The old soldier was not good at communicating. When he was in the town elder's house, he wanted to persuade him several times, but his poor language skills made it impossible for him to move the stubborn old town elder.

"You're called... Brother Invi, right?"

The fat town resident next to him saw the gloom on Invi's face, thought for a while, and patted the old soldier's shoulder and said, "Uh, although I also feel that with the Bountiful Angel here, there won't be any problems.

But... I don't think you're the kind of person who would be alarmist."

The fat town resident rolled his eyes, smiled and said, "But, even if nothing happens, going to Sweet is not a bad thing, how about this, I have an idea—"

……

In the town square, many town residents gathered.

In the crowd, the old soldier stood there, and the fat town resident next to him smiled and talked to other people.

"Mr. Invi, you said that in Sweet... is what the Bountiful Angel said true?!"

A town resident asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, my two partners are the saints there, and they have a decision about the Bountiful Angel."

The old soldier said seriously, his serious face looked very credible,

"Sweet City is now gathering cooks from the entire plain to make perfect dishes, that kind of food is carefully researched by a hundred saints together, and has the power of the Angel—

Everyone can taste it."

The old soldier paused, his tone was very clear, and the town residents on the outer layer could also hear clearly.

"But now, the trial tasting may only last until tonight. After today, it's not certain when you will be able to eat it again!

After all, that dish is just a trial product now."

Next to him, the fat town resident also patted his chest and guaranteed:

"That's right, I can testify that he did come from Sweet, and his partners are indeed saints!"

Afterwards, the fat town resident described the appearance of Leake and Polo. In the Bountiful Plains, not many people become saints each time, and now, the Saint Election Festival of Leake and Polo is not far away.

So when he said this, many people remembered—

"Oh, I remember!"

"Yes, I remember at that time, those two saints did come with this old brother!"

"Yes, I remember the dishes they made at that time... were the kind I had never eaten!"

In the discussion, soon, many town residents recalled it, and they happily told each other.

Most of what the old soldier said that people could verify was true. Only the most critical part, the part that induced people to go to Sweet City, was false.

Letting more town residents go to Sweet was part of the old soldier's plan.

"Is this really possible..."

Looking at the scene of many town residents going home to pack their luggage slightly and leaving, the old soldier Invi was also stunned.

He wasn't sure if this excuse of "perfect cuisine" would really work.

After all, logically speaking, this childish excuse could not attract anyone. Even if they believed it, how many people would start a journey just to eat something?

But obviously, the town residents of Bountiful Plains are very different from the outside world.

They don't need to bring much food to set off, and Sweet City is not too far from this town.

More importantly...

For some reason, the people here have an unusually close to demonic obsession with "food"!

The longer you stay, the more so!

Soon, people spread the word.

In the town, the number of town residents decreased rapidly, leaving only some who were not so convenient to move.

"It's coming soon."

The old soldier Invi, looking at the unharvested rice field in front of him, suddenly said.

He looked at the fat town resident next to him, "You should leave too, leave the town, it has become not so safe here."

"Okay, I'll go too. Coincidentally, I can also exchange ideas with other cooks with my new dessert."

The fat town resident said, smiled, and turned around and followed the crowd out of the town.

The old soldier looked at the few people who were packing their things and preparing to set off, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least, many people can survive.

But at this moment, he saw the old town elder from before, leading a few soldiers with weapons, walking over angrily, and he also said something loudly to a family who was packing their luggage.

Then, the family seemed to give up the idea of ​​leaving and returned to the house.

"What are you doing?!"

The old town elder walked up to Invi and pointed at Invi and said, "Spreading such rumors, what exactly do you want to do—I thought you were a good person when I saw you carrying these weapons before.

Now it seems that you are just a robber!"

"I'm not a robber."

Invi looked at the two guards behind the old town elder, and looked at the weapons in the hands of the two guards, without any fear.

Those guards, because of prolonged gluttony, although tall, are mostly untrained fat.

The old soldier's words were still concise:

"The plague of dance is real. I took this measure to save more people."

"Hmph, the saint has not sent such a message, is it your turn?"

The old town elder couldn't help but say, waving his hand to direct the two guards to step forward, the weapon pointed at Invi, "You now, you'd better leave the Bountiful Plains, you are not welcome here!

If you resist, when the saint adult, with the guards of the Bountiful Angel come, you think about leaving—it won't be so easy!"

And as the town elder spoke, the few scattered town residents gathered around also accused at the same time:

"Yes, shouldn't this kind of thing be notified by the saint?"

"That's right, and... what is the plague of dance? Isn't that thing a legend?"

"The Bountiful Plains are protected by the Bountiful Angel, nothing can happen!"

"Hey, it's a good thing I didn't leave, otherwise I'd have to walk and eat less delicious food!"

The old soldier Invi frowned, he didn't want to fight these ordinary people.

He tried to explain, but these people, like the old town elder, didn't believe that any danger would come. Compared with the possible danger, they were more willing to go to Sweet for a vague "perfect cuisine".

These people... are not right?

The old soldier thought of the candy castle that appeared abnormal, and had some vague unease about Sweet.

But there is no time. Compared with the crisis that may be hidden, the old soldier values ​​the once seen mad dancers more.

"I think you'd better leave the town and go to Sweet, it's not too far away."

The old soldier Invi tried to say again helplessly.

"Hmph, deceiving the people of the town and..."

But the old town elder, at this time, did not have any believing actions at all, he waved his hand, and the two guards stepped forward again!

But at this moment, the old soldier's face changed, and a trace of scarlet appeared in the depths of his eyes, passing over a few people, and looking into the distance—

A red dot slowly appeared from the stone road in the center of the wheat field in the distance.

"It's too late."

The old soldier murmured.

In front of him, the remaining town residents, as well as the old town elder, and the two guards, were stunned by the sudden change in the old soldier's expression. They still wanted to say something, but their bodies twitched uncontrollably!

It was as if the meridians and muscles all over the body were possessed by demons!

"What's wrong with my body—"

"I seem to be unable to control my legs, I suddenly want to... dance?"

"Why?!"

After that, their last trace of will also broke like a string.

Under the influence of these abnormal foods for a long time, their will is much more fragile than that of ordinary people.

And thinking of the "plague of dance" that the old soldier Invi just said, it made everyone look horrified.

"Sir, save... save me..."

Those people looked at the old soldier Invi and said with difficulty.

The old soldier did not answer, just shook his head, and then, his figure disappeared into the air.

The old town elder, and several guards and civilians dancing wildly, were hit in the back of the neck by an invisible heavy blow in the next few seconds, and fell to the ground unconscious.

After that, at the entrance of the town, the carriage symbolizing madness slowly drove into it.

The town residents who were still in the town all came out of the house, dancing wildly without reason.

The tables and pastries on both sides of the street were knocked over and spilled.

The dancing people were covered in blood.

Their faces were full of horrified expressions.

At first, their mouths could still move.

Various calls for help and cries rose one after another, but as time went by, their faces also began to twitch, and they could only make some kind of... weird sound.

Compared to crying, it was more like some kind of laughter that lost reason.

"Phew... I just hope that the situation in Sweet is not too bad."

Invi murmured, and clenched the pistol at his waist, but he understood that he could not do anything alone.

In his mind, he thought of the appearance of Polo and Leake.

"There are still many people being swept up by the plague of dance, I must go back to Sweet City... and tell them about this as soon as possible!"

In the crowd, a saint wearing gold and white clothes made Invi's heart sink even more.

"Whether this 'Bountiful Angel' is the one I saw before or not...

Her saint cannot avoid the influence!"