It was late at night, and the white wolf was alone in his hut studying the rune circle for lighting, his left paw touching the wall, his right paw kept writing and drawing, and the pile of paper stacked around him was already full of code, and the paper sent by the foxes was not small, but it seemed to be a little insufficient for him.

The priest had already left, and before leaving, he agreed to the White Wolf's request to assist in the research of the lost rune technology, and with her, along with the two "bodyguards", the White Wolf finally decided to trust the old fox priest.

This is not his wishful thinking, in fact, in the process of communication between the two sides, the white wolf has deliberately sold flaws many times, but this priest is like he didn't see it, he didn't make a surprise attack or anything like that, after many temptations, the white wolf completely confirmed that this priest is trustworthy, she is indeed friendly enough, and will not attack a guest who is favored by the fox god.

"I am honored to have the trust of our guests. When the white wolf finally decided to "fire" the two "bodyguards", a trace of relief could be seen on the priest's wrinkled face, and she did not disappoint the white wolf, and her attitude was still as friendly and polite as ever.

"Maybe this is the sorrow of the strong?" The white wolf looked at the sacrifice who smiled at him, and suddenly felt something, in this other world with magic, the stronger the strength, the greater the threat to others, even if you are a good person, others will subconsciously wary of you, afraid that you will suddenly attack him, as a strong person, it is easy to gain the fear of others, and it is easy to gain the respect of others, but it is difficult to gain the trust of others.

In the original world of the white wolf, the relationship between humans and sparrows is the same, even if you don't have the slightest malice to approach these timid birds, they will always fly away after you get close to a certain distance, because humans are too powerful for them, and the white wolf used to not understand why these sparrows were so afraid of him, but now he can finally experience a little bit of the psychology of sparrows.

But it's not an unsolvable question. The white wolf thought that if the two sides were given enough time to contact each other and communicate with each other, then no matter how big the difference in strength between the two sides was, trust could still be established, and in the park, there were not a few pigeons that dared to steal food directly from human hands.

Before leaving, the sacrifice sent an invitation to the white wolf, and in 3 days, it was the centennial birthday of the sacrifice, and everyone was planning a big birthday banquet for her, and the sacrifice hoped that the white wolf would also be able to participate, so that the banquet had two meanings, one was to celebrate the birthday, and the other was to catch the wind for the white wolf, a special guest.

"I'll go, it's a pleasure to be at your banquet. The white wolf readily agreed.

"Guests can look forward to the hospitality of our fox clan, but it is one of the best among all the souls, and it will definitely satisfy you. These were the last words that the priest said before leaving, and I don't know if the white wolf was wrong, but he seemed to see a flash of excitement in the sacrificial's eyes, which were almost slit.

"I'll look forward to it. Listening to the words of the sacrifice, the white wolf couldn't help but look forward to it, after he came to the other world, he has always wanted to experience some different customs and customs from that world, this time it seems that he can get his wish, the white wolf is even a little excited, watching the three foxes leave.

"When others welcome you, you have to give them something in return. "Except for some unpleasant misunderstandings at the beginning, the white wolf has had a good time among the fox clan during this time, and all the foxes he meets treat him politely and kindly, even the sacrifices that are stronger than him, he is very willing to live with these foxes, and he also wants to give them something in return within his ability.

The white wolf closed the door, turned around, and restarted the analysis of the lighting array, this analysis was an afternoon, there was a fox in the middle of the way to bring him food, the fox put the food on the table, curiously looked at the white wolf who was busy near the wall, the white wolf thanked him, the fox looked at it for a while and left.

"It's already cold, it's a pity. The white wolf looked at the roast chicken in the basket and licked his lips, he finally figured out the function of a very complex pattern, and then remembered to have dinner.

It was getting late, and the food left by the fox in the bamboo basket was already cold, so the white wolf threw the cold food into the pot, heated it with fire element magic, and began to enjoy it slowly.

"Momiji... Are you really a fox god?" the white wolf recalled today's conversation with the sacrifice while eating, and felt that the judgment that the red leaves were the fox gods was still too hasty, and if the red leaves were fox gods, why not be straight.

Telling herself that she was a fox god instead was a strange thing to do was Momiji, and why did she look so fragile if she was a god? A fairly ordinary-looking knife could pierce her skin and her transparent body, and then suddenly fall into a deep sleep and disappear in front of the white wolf's eyes.

No matter how much the white wolf thinks about it, she feels less like a god and more like a ghost.

"Did the sacrifice deceive me? But it doesn't feel like that. The white wolf recalled a conversation with the sacrifice, the sacrifice was very sincere at the time, and he didn't want to lie, but it is also possible that the white wolf had too little experience and was deceived by the sacrifice but didn't notice it, but the absinthe and red leaves have never heard of the fact of red leaves, and it also confirms that the words of the sacrifice are credible from another side.

"Momiji, Momiji, what kind of existence are you?Why can I see you and even touch you, but your people don't know about your existence at all?What is the origin of the blood flowing in your body, and why do I want to take another sip so much?What is the relationship between you and the fox god?" The white wolf asked several questions in a row, but no one could answer them for him now, he hoped that he would still have a chance to meet the red leaves, and the white wolf planned to ask her face to face when the time came, hoping to get an answer.

"But the priest said she was wearing ancient clothes, God knows how long she slept, and will I have a chance to see her?" Remembering that Momiji was trapped like that before disappearing, he fell asleep directly on the ground, and the white wolf felt a little slim for a while.

The night was dark, and the sound of insects sounded from the depths of the grass, and it was already faint to the ears of the white wolf.

"I seem to have forgotten something. Just before the white wolf was about to devote himself to the study of runes again, he suddenly realized something.

"That's right, what about my dragon egg!!?" At this moment, the white wolf finally remembered his original purpose, there were too many things that happened after entering the fox village, and he actually forgot about it.