"Predation? What are you talking about? Draenor stared at the emaciated figure suspiciously, unable to even determine if it was a malnourished human or a talking monkey.

"Young people just like to ask if they have something...... Why do you care so much? Close the door, and in a few minutes you'll understand. The figure leaned against the wall and bent its back to an angle unimaginable to humans, the crunch of bones grinding echoed through the cell.

Although it was suspicious, at least it was the only living person in sight, and after a moment's hesitation, Draenor finally obediently returned to his cell and pushed the bolt back into the iron trough.

Not rushing out of the cell was also the right choice, after all, he had not fully figured out what happened after the coma, and in addition to worrying about the safety of Viklico and Jeanne, he should also think about his current situation. It is clear that no matter how carefully planned it was, it was impossible to escape the fate of being a scapegoat.

It seems that the previous speculation was correct, and the minister undoubtedly wanted to poison Castleler. But he still couldn't figure out why the poisoned wine glass was handed to the minister.

Sure enough, there are still loopholes, and perhaps all this is not just as simple as the minister and Seth planned, that is, in addition to the plans of the two men, there is a conspiracy that he did not anticipate.

The mystery tugged at Draenor's mind like an abyss, and there were few things left in his mind, and the cart seemed to have appeared in front of him, and it was the five wine glasses that were placed on it.

Castleler's glass was replaced with his, but his glass was deliberately reversed from the minister's, and the minister would drink poisoned wine, which meant that he could not distinguish the characteristics of poisoned wine.

Jeanne never missed, and Draenor was convinced that it was not what she expected. Could it be that the servant unconsciously misplaced the glass? This statement is a bit far-fetched.

It gradually became clear that there was only one possibility for this to happen - someone else had figured out the characteristics of the poisoned liquor and had taken the opportunity to kill Minister Dmitry.

But what's the point? Seth and the Chancellor have reached an agreement that he can be dismissed from suspicion first; The old and frail king relied heavily on the abilities of his ministers, and he was not much suspected.

Draenor suddenly remembered what Yakov had said, ten years ago the king seemed to have suddenly changed as a person, and handed over the decision to Minister Dmitry no matter how big or small. The logic implicit in this sentence could not be clearer, the war broke out ten years ago, which coincided with the seizure of power by Minister Dmitry.

Just as he was about to think of something, he suddenly heard a fierce metal grinding sound in the corridor, like a speeding train suddenly braking on the tracks.

"Here we go...... Here we go! Sit down and cover your nose! The emaciated figure in the corner laughed maniacally, covering his mouth and nose with his arthropod-like palms.

Draenor hesitated for a moment, subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, turned around and ran to the edge of the iron railing to look to the sides, only to see four or five sprinkler-shaped metal instruments lowered from the ceiling, and someone in the aisle had gradually opened the cell door and stood out, as if some terrible ritual was about to be held.

"Hey, what the hell is this for?" Draenor turned his head and shouted at the figure, only to find that the man's eyes were the size of eggs, staring silently into the corridor as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Seemingly on his own, Draenor was about to take a step back, only to find that the metal sprinklers on the ceiling were spewing a cloud of dark purple steam, like smoke suddenly rising from a fire. Even with his mouth and nose covered, Draenor could still smell the smell clearly, with a strange floral scent in addition to the pungent smell of sulfur.

The smell made his heart beat faster, not because his body had any adverse reaction to it, but because of a nervous reflex, instinctive commotion. He was very sure that he had already seen that strange plant in the previous battle with Uno, the aconitum grass.

"When the full moon falls and the aconitum blooms on the night, the wolf will appear."

The nursery rhymes in the Bedouin's mouth suddenly echoed in his ears, and it seemed that most of the dungeons were Licus except himself, and he knew very well that even if there were at least five days before the full moon, the werewolves would wake up the beast within at any time because of the fragrance of aconitum grass.

Click! Giggle......

There was an eerie sound in the hallway, like the cracking of bones wrapped around the dwelling, mixed with the whimpering of the chest cavity getting louder and louder, and finally turning into a heart-rending roar.

Before he had time to take a step back, he saw a pitch-black shadow pass in front of him, and even if it was only for less than a second, Draenor could clearly see the golden light flashing in his eyes.

With a violent biting sound, bright red blood splattered in all directions, and the floor tiles, walls, iron fences, and even the kerosene lamps hanging on the walls were coated with a layer of viscous "paint", and the entire dungeon was instantly enveloped in blood-colored light.

"Boy! Stay away from the bars! The old man's warning voice came from behind him.

Draenor was silent, and after making sure the cell door was closed, he finally turned and walked in front of the figure. I hadn't even noticed that this thin figure also had dark skin, dry limbs, and a wrinkled face, and it looked like an old man from the Lycos tribe.

But even so, Draenor didn't want to be in the same room as a crazy old man, but he had no choice but to hope that he wouldn't take the initiative to make any trouble.

Shortly after waking up, he was full of doubts, and just as Draenor was about to ask questions, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged Draenor into the corner, allowing him to make any resistance, and lifted the rag and draped it over him.

The damp and pungent smell of rags almost knocked Draenor unconscious, and he quickly patted his clothes and shouted at the old man, "Phew! It's all mud! What do you want to do with a crazy old man? ”

"Shhhh......h

The old man's eyes suddenly became serious, and when he was puzzled, Draenor suddenly noticed a huge black shadow gradually appearing in the corridor, it had strong primate limbs, and crawled to the mouth of Draenor's cell with a hideous wolf head.

The werewolf opened its jaws and clamped its teeth firmly into the iron fence, twitching the muscles of its palate as if it were mechanical.

It was clear that it was checking the direction of its prey, and Draenor almost held his breath, mimicking the old man's movements to gently block the rag in front of him.

Whew-whe

The wheezing sound finally ceased, and Draenor gently lowered the rag, only to see the werewolf grinding a few sparks on the floor tiles with its claws, crawling out of view like a shadow.

"One head...... Only one head!? Still not hungry enough? When the footsteps were completely inaudible, the old man suddenly frowned and shouted, as if he had come to the racecourse and found that only one runner had reached the finish line.

Draenor was confused by what was happening, and all in all, he had a sense of foreboding, that the dungeon was like a giant petri dish, constantly stimulating the bestiality of the Lycos.

He swallowed, trying to keep his composure, and set his eyes on the old man's thin body.

“…… Can you explain what happened before? ”

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