Chapter 191 Lycanthrope or vampire?
The cowhide boots stepped on the precious Zealand carpet. Horn frowned and walked hurriedly in the corridors on both sides of the palace.
The irritating clicking sound appeared more and more frequently after he entered the Mechanical Palace, but Horn would not agree with Paslik's statement.
He could indeed hear a slight noise. Perhaps there was some strange mechanical presence? Or is it some kind of strange object?
Since discovering that steam engines and electricity could not be used, Horne had a semi-desperate attitude towards similar industrial machines.
Although the clockwork can play a part of the role of the engine, the problem is that its power is very high, but the duration is too short. It is okay to be used as an explosive clockwork gun, but it is not as good as animal power or water power when used as a loom or water pump.
The essence is that the orichalcum clockwork relies entirely on human mana to input energy, and the mana that humans can provide is not that much.
Not everyone has the terrifying magical power of Horn.
So in terms of industry, with the two major problems of engines and steel, Horn has reached a dead end.
Sometimes he even thinks that he might as well believe in the wisdom of future generations.
But after seeing the little people in the mechanical theater, the idea of industrial machines was revived again, because such heavy puppets and gears cannot be driven by the water power of the elevated channel alone.
If you want to complete several stage plays completely, this driving gear must be able to keep running for a long time.
Behind the stage, Horn did not find any driving device anyway. Maybe the "clicking" sound came from the driving device.
Listening to the intermittent sounds, Horn searched from room to room.
However, he did not lose his mind. Every time, he would let a few soldiers enter the room and turn the whole room upside down before entering to check.
In this way, Horn scanned the entire second floor of the rooms one after another, but still found nothing.
Following the clicking sound, Horn returned to the first floor. 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 came from this room.
Seeing Horn stop, Victor waved his hand: "You guys go in and have a look."
Three or five guardsmen glanced at Victor until Horn nodded. , they filed in and began to rummage through the room.
Not to mention, they found a lot of original summer clothes in this bedroom, washed them cleanly, and arranged them neatly.
"Click, click..."
Standing at the door, Horn could hear the faint clicking sound appearing more and more frequently, sometimes as if he was remembering it in front of him.
"Look, look for me carefully, even if you dig three feet into the ground, dig it out for me!"
Walking into the bedroom, Horn looked up and down.
The entire bedroom is about forty to fifty square meters, with Western-style tapestries hanging on the walls, several silver candlesticks, and unburned white candles.
"Click, click, click..."
The sound came again, and Horn slowly wandered in the room and did not stop until he reached the bed.
His nose shrank. It was not that he was sniffing the original clothes, but that he smelled a familiar smell of rust and lubricating oil.
Horn had smelled a similar smell on the workbench in the hall.
He walked to the big bed in the middle of the room and put his nose up to it. The smell of rust was coming from the bed.
This big bed seemed like no one had slept on it for a long time, and was filled with a rotten and damp smell. However, what puzzled Horn was that the clothes in the wardrobe were all 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 directly on the dusty bed.
“Click, click, click…”
Lifting up the sheets and velvet mattress, Horn listened carefully and confirmed that the strange clicking sounds were coming from the bed board.
There must be a mechanism down here. Horn immediately sat up and held the head of the bed with his hands: "Who is that? After I get out of bed, you try with a wooden stick...eh!"
Before he finished speaking, a feeling of weightlessness enveloped Horn. He looked down and the moment he sat up, the bed board suddenly parted from the middle, revealing the hollow under the bed!
Caught off guard, Horn had no time to adjust his posture or grab anything, and fell headfirst into the hole. "Boom!"
His knees hit the corner of the bed hard, and Horn grinned instantly, but the coldness coming from his knees was different from the pain, and his body fell on something soft.
The silky and light touch enveloped Horn's cheek, and a warm body was wrapped under the white and cold silk linen nightgown.
Horn raised his head and saw a pair of standard wolf ears that were different from the lycanthrope hybrid. Under the wolf ears, there was a long shawl of twilight purple hair.
He couldn't describe the color, it was like a white cloud hiding yellow, red, and purple sunset.
But the furry wolf ears were falling backwards like airplane ears at this moment, and the tail behind her was firmly pressed against the mattress.
This wolf girl looked to be in her twenties. She was sitting on the bedside. Her long eyelashes were trembling on her bone-china face. She was as cold as a piece of ice and as majestic as a queen.
Is this a vampire or a lycanthrope?
“Vampire?!”
Climbing up from the bed in embarrassment, Horn took a few steps back with his shoes on the clean bedding, jumped to the ground, and pulled out the Blood Covering Cloud in his hand .
"Your Majesty? Where is Your Majesty?"
"Mianxia is gone! Mianxia is gone!"
"Don't make any noise, I'm here." Horn stared at the wolf girl in front of him and shouted.
"No, Your Majesty, how did you..."
Regardless, Victor jumped directly from the hole, grabbed the dagger and stopped in front of Horn.
I said it was safe before, but Horn checked out a blood slave. Later, I said everything was safe, and Horn checked out a vampire.
Victor felt that his position as commander of the legion was probably over, and it would be disrespectful to continue.
Horn grabbed Victor's shoulder and asked him not to block his sight: "It's okay, there is no danger."
It was too close just now, and he couldn't see clearly yet. It wasn't until they were far away that Horn realized that there was a reason why she was sitting on the bed and not running away.
Under the thin silk blanket, the wolf girl's legs were broken from above the knees to the bottom, and there was nothing under her nightgown.
The wheelchair was placed next to the bed. She held on to the mattress and tried her best to secretly move towards it.
If this wolf girl could really threaten Horn, Horn would have been dead when he fell into her arms.
When Horn was looking at the wolf girl, the wolf girl was also looking at Horn, looking up and down at Horn with eyes without any emotion.
She was thinking about which character in the Mechanical Theater matched this, just like Ah Fu was her butler, and the undead outside were her guards.
Is this the witcher who came to kill her?
When the wolf girl's eyes glanced at the blood-covered cloud in Horn's hand, she suddenly froze, and her originally drooped airplane ears suddenly stood up.
When Horn noticed something strange about the wolf girl, the big tail on her back was already swaying with an afterimage.
But the strange thing is that she still has that expressionless face, without any emotional fluctuations, and her eyes have not changed at all.
"You, you are my kind, right?"
As soon as the girl spoke, she spoke in the standard old French Iris Iris Banner authentic aristocratic accent, but this peculiar chant, It's like an opera.
If Horn hadn't heard Carrie speak aristocratic words before, he almost didn't understand what the girl meant.
"Are you a vampire? Or a lycanthrope?"
"Me? I am, Shilov."
The tail turned like a propeller, Shilov looked into Horn's eyes , chanted expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)