Martin moved his left hand, and the Dalmatian in the mirror moved his right paw.

Martin waved his right hand, and the Dalmatian in the mirror waved his left paw at him.

Martin's mouth grows, and the Dalmatian grins with two rows of snow-white canine teeth, and his saliva flows even more.

"It's really me... How did I become a dog..."Martin sucked back and sat down on the carpet.

His mind went blank, thinking back on the experience of the past three days, the eyes of those servants, the sweat on the forehead of the maid in the morning, as if to indicate that something was wrong.

Unexpectedly, it was myself who was wrong.

But why did those servants serve a Dalmatian? Everyone tacitly did not break the facts, and even Stanley obeyed him and played the role of a competent old butler.

And...

Martin's mind suddenly flashed a warning on the morning radio:

"Talking animals must be 'polluters'!"

"Polluter" ...... According to the cookbook, the 'polluters' are going to be burned!

Martin is a little desperate, the life of the aristocracy is gone forever, and now people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, this is waiting to be sent to the oven!

Then he found something strange:

"I should have been sent to the Inquisition, why would I live like a nobleman here? Could it be—" Martin pinched his chin with his front paws.

"Could it be the peculiar fetish of some nobles..."

Martin shook his head, swaying some strange thoughts.

"One possibility is that everyone was so confused by something that they didn't notice my anomaly, and now there's something wrong with that thing, causing the hallucinations to fail."

"But how can this explain the strange reaction of the servants before..."Martin looked at the broken mirror in front of him, and he had only thought it was ancient, but now it had a mysterious feeling.

"The mirror just happened... Could it be it—" He got up and touched the mirror, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"It's more likely that I'm the only one who was confused, and everyone watched me perform like they were looking at the emperor's new clothes, what is this... Truman's world? He looked up around the top of the wall, looking for a camera.

"No, that doesn't explain my crossing, it's all too real, and who's going to play tricks on a poor town?" Martin didn't think anyone would be so bored.

"Well, somebody locked me up here and didn't let me find out about the anomaly, not so that I could perform, but... For something in me?"

"And if I found out the truth, they probably wouldn't have gotten that."

The more Martin thought about it, the more bizarre it became, he was already a dog, what could he give to others? Dog skin plaster?

Moreover, he may not be like this two days ago.

"Bang...."

At this moment, the palace gate opened, and a group of maids and attendants entered in an orderly manner. Like robots, they silently began to clean the house, arranging their wine glasses and clothes.

And Martin, the big dog that stood on the man, seemed to them to be non-existent, no, to be exact, they did not look at Martin at all.

Martin swallowed, if the first possibility was true, they should all be able to find out that they were a dog by now.

He cautiously walked over to the table and sat down, picked up a knife on the table, and prepared to run away if the maid screamed, or to take hostage if he didn't.

But there was no special reaction, everyone went about their work as usual, and Martin even smiled at a maid who was cleaning up the table.

As a result, the strong maid did not react at all, and after cleaning up the table, she bowed slightly and walked away.

Just as Martin was about to test it further, he heard a familiar greeting on his left:

"Good afternoon, sir."

It's Stanley! When did he come to me! There was no sound at all!

Martin was nervous now, and he looked at the butler who suddenly appeared, and felt a terrifying ghost standing beside him.

"What are you doing with your knives?" Stanley asked calmly, hunched slightly.

Martin was stunned for a moment.

"I'm hungry and want some afternoon tea." When Martin had finished speaking, he took a fine loaf of bread on the table, cut it in half with a knife, took half of it and put it in his mouth, and said as he chewed:

"You can't eat too much tea in the afternoon, it's easy to get fat."

"Yes sir. The kitchen has some cheese and fruit, and I can have the maid bring it if you need it. ”

"Yes, send some." Martin said vaguely. He subconsciously didn't interrupt Stanley, for fear that he would find something.

One of Stanley's attendants stepped back.

After a while, the maid brought a few small plates of roasted meat, cheese, cherries, and other fruits, and Martin began to eat slowly.

He didn't have an appetite at all, he just wanted to finish this afternoon tea quickly and stay by himself, but he was afraid that he wouldn't dare to eat too quickly.

"Sir, I saw that the floor mirror in the hall was broken, do you know who broke it?" Stanley asked, leaning forward and leaning closer to Martin.

Is it coming... Martin looked at Stanley's old face in front of him, and found that the gray mist on the surface of Stanley's body was rapidly churning and surging, which looked very strange, and he replied:

"I don't know, when I wake up from a nap, the mirror is broken." He took a bite of the roast and then said:

"Stanley, you'll have to find out which guy broke this mirror, I was shocked when I took it, but I'm still so handsome."

"I see, sir." Stanley replied. His body was still very close to Martin, and he had no intention of going back.

Martin ate the barbecue with a blank face, and a drop of sweat was about to run down his right forehead.

After waiting for a while, Stanley finally retreated to his previous position, bowed and walked away.

Martin finished the last cherry and wiped his mouth with a trembling hand.

There is definitely something wrong with this housekeeper! He was testing me, but why did he walk away again?

Martin didn't believe he could fool him with a few words, he had felt several times that this old man was about to open his mouth and swallow him.

Could it be that I still have some surplus value?

Anyway, there was no danger to his life for the time being, and Martin quietly exhaled.

As night fell, the crystal chandeliers were lit again, and Martin entered the bedroom after a brief dinner served by the maid.

He had been thinking about how to escape, but the windows and doors were guarded by a large number of guards, and it was a gorgeous prison, and he had no clue for the time being.

Before going to bed, the maid brought the day's decoction, and according to Stanley, Dr. John had changed the prescription when he returned the day before.

Martin poured the decoction into the potted plant on the window, carefully filled it with some soil, and then prepared for bed.

He put the short knife he had stolen in his hand and covered it with a quilt, and lay down in the light of the flickering candles.

Speaking of which, the white candle seemed to have been lit all along, and the fireworks were an eerie red color, but Martin didn't think about extinguishing it.

After a while, there was a rather loud snoring.

A long time passed, and there was no sound in the night except the snoring.

Suddenly, a cluster of green flames slowly rose from Martin's chest, spun in the air and then floated next to the white candle, the red flame of which shook slightly.

And Martin's body also began to change strangely after the flames left, as if a ball of porcelain clay was slowly being burned into a new shape.

The green flames dissipated, revealing a dark gold card.

The card depicts a large black dog, with its ears erect and a proud expression, standing in front of a huge black cauldron, and in his left hand opening a large book, which is the "Savage Creature Cookbook".

It held a long, glowing spoon in its right hand, stirring the potion in the cauldron, and pinned a silver-white pocket to its waist.

Above the painting, there is a small spoon drawn in the upper left corner of the card, followed by a capital Roman numeral "III.", a red peach heart in the upper right corner, and four large characters written in the middle, which should be the name of the card - "Alchemy Dog".

And underneath this painting, in the same text as "Savage Creature Recipes", is written:

"When medicine is not just medicine, food is no longer food".