Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"Bishop, are you going to visit those 'sinners' in the dungeon today as well?"

The ugly old nun stepped forward and said flatteringly, looking at Polo disguised as the bishop.

"Yes."

Polo nodded faintly, not saying much.

The bishop wasn't one for keeping diaries, so it was difficult for Polo to learn more detailed things, like verbal tics.

But fortunately, the bishop's experimental notes made up for this.

At least it let him know that, in the church, there was one person who was the bishop's staunch follower.

And that was the ghost-like nun in front of him!

At this moment, Leike had also re-concealed her red cloak, wearing a gold and white nun's habit.

She stood obediently behind Polo, as if she hadn't heard the exchange between the two.

The girl's figure appeared exquisite and graceful, complementing her angelic face, enough to make any woman feel inferior!

And the old nun, such an evil person, felt consumed by jealousy every time she glanced at Leike!

But when she thought about how such a pure and flawless girl had been completely defiled in the recent 'baptism,'

The old nun's heart was filled with joy!

She stared at Leike with undisguised mockery, thinking about how this girl, after suffering day and night torment, would only be forced to forget everything.

She knew that with the bishop around, no victim would ever escape from such a nightmarish cycle!

As for the other girl who was with Leike?

Whether she was dead or mad at this point—

Who would care?

"If there's nothing else, go manage the affairs of the church."

Polo, following the bishop's notes and probing the old nun, finally arrived at a hidden dungeon behind the church.

This dungeon was concealed by the bishop with mental magic, but this kind of magic wouldn't have any effect on Polo and Leike.

"Yes, Bishop, a farming family from the east is also going to send their child in a few days, I'll go arrange it."

"Yes."

Polo watched the old nun leave, then led Leike down into the dungeon.

The dungeon door was also locked, and normally, only the bishop could enter to move corpses and equipment, using laborers who were completely mind-controlled.

Even the old nun from before didn't have the key to the dungeon.

"I felt like that nun's eyes were really disgusting!"

Entering the dungeon, Leike muttered while closing the door.

"That guy is actually the main person in charge of the church's operations, so it's not good to act against her now, but it doesn't matter—I'll kill her in a day or two."

Polo said casually, handing the "Live Experiment Log" in his hand to Leike.

Then, he lowered his body and transformed from the bishop's appearance back into wolf form, emerging from the priest's robe.

"It's still more comfortable like this, when will I truly become human..."

"It's okay, Polo, I like your fluffy appearance, it's so cute!"

Leike said, stroking Polo's head, "If you grow into the bishop's appearance—I won't like you!"

"Hey, you're clearly treating me like a pet, aren't you?!"

Polo said, jumping down the last step of the dungeon, reaching the real room of the dungeon.

Dark, cold, and on the stone floor, black and red dirty bloodstains formed several distinct drag marks.

On both sides of the room, rusty iron bars divided it into single cells.

The leftover food scraps on the ground emitted a rotten stench.

"Are they... really still alive?"

Leike looked at the surroundings and hugged her arms involuntarily.

"Many have died, but there are definitely some still alive."

Polo said, he recalled for a moment, then explained to Leike, "On page three, the bishop recorded that after each experiment, he would use potions to treat the surviving test subjects.

That kind of medicine is called 'Holy Medicine' in this church, ordinary people would sell their entire fortune to buy a bottle—but it's indeed useful."

"Polo, why is it that the bishop and the others, even though they really have the ability to benefit the townspeople, they still..."

Leike suddenly asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because that way, he can't satisfy his morbid desires."

Polo's ears twitched, listening to the breathing in the dark dungeon, the breathing near the entrance was relatively weak, while the breathing in the depths was stronger.

"Leike, light a torch, on the right wall."

The torchlight began to penetrate deeper into the dungeon.

In the torchlight, Leike observed the people in the cells on both sides.

In the cells closest to the front, many of the prisoners were no longer human-like, some cells were empty, with only some special, bloodstained restraints placed inside.

Many prisoners had lost their consciousness as humans.

Their bodies were either blue-black, or covered in thick sores, some flesh had already rotted, but was still squirming, emitting incomprehensible groans.

After the torchlight illuminated them, many people didn't approach, but instead crawled fearfully into the shadows in the corners.

Polo looked at the needle holes on those people's bodies, the rotten stench in the air, mixed with the foul odor of various drugs!

There were also some people who still retained their sanity, but didn't say a word.

They just silently watched this combination of a girl and a wolf, their eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

"Polo, can these people really help us?"

"Yes, if that Live Experiment Log is written correctly, there are still some powerful characters in this dungeon!"

Polo said, walking past a cell, turning his head, and meeting an astonished face.

"Leike, there's an old friend here!"

"How could that be?"

Leike was stunned, and quickly followed to look inside.

She saw that in the depths of this cell was a strong man wearing cloth clothes.

It was the former Guard Captain!

"Captain, long time no see!"

Polo grinned humanistically, revealing neat, sharp white teeth, "Aren't you going to let me roll around today?"

"Huh?"

The Guard Captain's mouth opened even wider, he reached out his hand and slapped himself.

"Damn, that hurts! You... you can talk?!"

"If you can talk, why can't I?"

Polo rolled his eyes, then said, "You kept saying 'Bishop this, Bishop that', and what happened? You got locked up in the dungeon, right? You're the good dog!"

"Stop playing around, Polo, let's hurry up and find people."

Leike approached, opened the log in her hand, placed it in front of the Guard Captain, and then showed a familiar, sweet smile, "Uncle, do you know where this person is being held?"

"Oh, oh, this description, it's the Guardian Knight, he's in the innermost part..."

The Guard Captain was stunned for a moment, half-dreaming and half-awake, then raised his finger and pointed to the deepest part of the dungeon.

The cell there was more special than the others.

The iron pillars were not the same kind of rusty iron as the other cells, but a type engraved with special runes.

A specially made iron straitjacket restrained a strong man, but his exposed body was already covered with new and old wounds.

Various drug experiments had caused distorted injuries, covering his skin, chaotic hair, purple bruises, pus-filled blisters...

But he was still alive.

Only his breathing was a little weak.

"Who... is here? Moving... corpses? But I don't seem to sense... that old dog's aura?"

A hoarse voice sounded from inside the iron straitjacket.

Polo's eyes flashed with a faint green light in the darkness, he sized up the tall man.

The Guardian Knight.

The true pioneer of this town, and also the oldest resident of this dungeon!