George didn't come back to Wharton.

The speed at which information is transmitted now, and the speed at which a real white dragon can fly, is almost incredible.

Unless the Order did not inform him, or there was something more important on his side, such a catastrophe had occurred, and the head of the Order had no reason to stay elsewhere.

Enid wondered.

Maybe he's back.

A white dragon capable of easily crushing the terrifying dragons of the Knights.

It is at least legendary, and there is even a slight possibility that it has touched the realm of demigods, and if you put aside the identity and character, and just look at the ability and race itself, then George should be the first suspect in this "homicide".

The second round is to get the dead Vitiggen.

Enid put herself in third place.

She had a naïve view of George until she was sixteen, and in her eyes, George, like his title, was a white and immaculate knight who pulled her out of the pale family and taught her what he called chivalry.

Justice, justice, sacrifice.

What a wonderful thing morality is.

It was these things that gave her hope.

The world is not supposed to be gray, but colorful, she is just unlucky, but in the second half of her life, there is a gorgeous future waiting for her.

But by the time she turned sixteen, everything changed.

She grew up.

So she could finally remember those cold eyes when she was young.

George has been here.

He had been there when she was a child.

And she sensed it in those cold blue-white eyes.

At that time, he realized what a miserable environment he was in, and he did not even realize that there was a painless scar on his body.

He didn't lend a hand.

Even if he has the ability.

No, Enid wasn't complaining, and she wasn't angry about it.

It is what she has experienced that has made her lose the ability to be angry and unfair.

So all she had left was to wonder.

She wondered why such a knightly white knight, who was virtuous and selfless, would turn a blind eye to young children in need.

She just couldn't understand it.

But doubts eventually ferment and then gradually turn into doubts and distrust.

Trust rots like autumn petals.

Buried in the mud, never to see the light of day again.

George wasn't an absolutely good guy, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to watch himself sink slowly in the mud.

What about the knightly regulations? Is this something that I have always believed in really valuable, is it really worth believing?

It didn't even make to save a child.

Can the rule that even innocent children cannot be saved really tell us what to do?

What about morality? Didn't the knights regard morality as their basic quality? But the pure white knights did not seem to be what they claimed.

Never blaspheme holiness.

Such a knightly code could no longer guide her in the right direction, and the pure white knight could not gain Enid's trust.

Could he be behind everything?

Enid tossed the thought out of her head.

The idea was a little unrealistic, and if her enemy was George, they would have died long ago.

Of course, maybe his purpose may not have been to make them die.

It's understandable, if he thinks that this will leave Inlans with a strong enough protector, then George, who can watch the children suffer, will certainly be able to see his colleagues as a price to be expended.

Enid shook her head, throwing the overly subjective view out of her mind.

Lotus stretches his hand and caresses the bark.

The blonde girl turned to Nelly and Enid and said:

"Wait here. ”

Hara felt the trunk of the tree and walked forward, then disappeared behind the tree.

About five seconds passed.

"Meow. ”

An orange-yellow cat walked out from behind the trunk of a tree with graceful steps, wagging its deft tail:

"It's a green dragon, it's a green dragon that appears here. ”

Enid only reacted at this time, this is Dutch:

"But how do you know, you've just become a cat. ”

The cat instinctively said in a proud tone:

"This is the larvae of a powerful race in other dimensions - chinchillas, they feed on dragons and wurms, and even if they are young, their diet is juvenile dragons and relatively weak wurms.

"I haven't perfectly replicated their powerful predatory skills and killing instincts, but at least the sense of smell that distinguishes the dragon's species is still there.

"And as they live by, I can guarantee that we will never smell wrong. ”

We?

"Because we usually need to track and hunt this ubiquitous prey across several dimensions, if we can't even tell the type of food we eat, how do we choose dinner when we feast on our beloved?"

Enid asked:

"Can a shapeshifter have the ability to transform objects?

The cat's hair exploded violently:

"Are you questioning a great Totoro who can easily eat dragons?"

Nelly asked:

"Why do you act like you're a chinchilla?"

The cat was stunned, then pulled its tail down:

"Wait. ”

The cat ran back behind the tree, and a few seconds later, the human maiden came out.

Hola said as she walked:

Because this sense of pride is inherent in the nature of this race, and does not come from their culture or environment.

"When I become something, I accept everything about it, both good and bad, and although I can easily do some transformation, many abilities cannot be separated directly.

"The ability to distinguish dragons requires the olfactory system in the brain and many related areas, and these things are inseparable from their thought patterns, Hewen may be able to do it, but I can't. ”

nelly says:

"I see......

"Wait, Hewen will also be transformed?"

Hola said very innocently:

"Yes, as I said, I learned these techniques from Hewen's collection, so it's clear that he's definitely good at shapeshifting. ”

Enid says:

"Doesn't that mean that Hewen might not be human?"

Hola nodded:

"I didn't know that Herwin was a race, but he never said he was human. ”

Nelly muttered:

"Shapeshifter ......"

Hola interrupted the two of them's conjectures:

"No, Hewen is not a shapeshifter, he just learns the art of transformation, and achieves the effect of transformation through practice day after day.

"This is part of what Hevin told me when he was fine, he didn't want to mistake him for a shapeshifter, he called himself a shapeshifter. ”

Enid says:

"I've heard of shapeshifters, the most powerful shapeshifters......"

Hola says:

"This is true now, but in the past, shapeshifters were all sapient beings who had mastered the ability to transform freely, and were an honorific title for those who had mastered their craft.

It was only later that Hervin said that there were almost no native shapeshifter organizations left in the Nine Worlds, so the witchers called all creatures that could achieve free transformation as shapeshifters. ”