There is no day or night in the sky of the magically created subspace, only endless insangular-inducing purple swirls, this is a large isolated island, a natural prison for prisoners, and you can feel the fragments of the skeleton in the sand when you touch a handful of sand on the purple-black sand.

In the middle of the island, the empty but well-equipped Grotesque Castle that should not have been on the beach is now Norton's residence.

I don't know where Victoria and Da Vinci were teleported by Gargamel, the only thing that is certain is that they are also in the space prison created by Gargamel's cabin, Norton can even feel that their location is still in the same place, but the subspace they are teleported to is terrifying, like a world that he has never known.

Norton couldn't help but envy the bucket, he could at least be in a normal place, even if Gargamel's study was a little scary, but it was better to stay here for a long time than to be tortured by Gargamel from time to time, at least to escape the pressure of the king's mission for a short time.

It was another day of eating and drinking in the castle, eating and sleeping, and the knight with a greasy mouth could only release his pressure in this way, but while he was eating and drinking, an uninvited guest quietly visited the castle.

The uninvited guest, who didn't make a sound, crept through the door, and walked straight down the narrow passage to the door of the parlor, where she finally came to Norton's dining room.

"Come in, I'm not a bad person, you're good at anything, just a living person." has improved a lot of strength, and Norton, who estimates that this magic can protect himself, said excitedly.

"Wow, you can find out." A huge black wolf appeared in front of Norton from the shadows, she stood up, her fur and claws faded, revealing her human face: "I believe in Quetzalcoatl, no name is a werewolf, you can call me a wolf girl."

After closing the conversation, he sat down at the table unceremoniously, ignoring the opinion of the "temporary castle owner" and began to savagely eat without eating.

Norton looked at the woman taller than himself in surprise and pointed to her body, the wolf girl was not shy, but not wearing clothes was a normal thing that could no longer be normal.

After the excitement, Norton didn't ask much about the character in the fairy tale, "How did you get locked up by Gargamel?"

The wolf-girl in the humanoid state put down the food in her hand, and a beautiful old Frankfurter sounded: "I am a person of this world, do you want to leave this prison?"

"Leave!" Norton was shocked, the wolf was afraid that even if he could return to Gargamel's cabin on his own, Gargamel would not necessarily let them go.

The wolf girl saw Norton's doubts, turned into a black wolf again, and began to circle around Norton: "Quetzalcoatl's faith can crack many magic circles and traps, you see."

The black wolf tore a half-human whirlpool into the air with one paw, and through the unusually unstable vortex passage that could close at any time, it was vaguely visible that Gargamel was forcing the bucket to eat black homemade food.

Norton's face began to turn purple, and he wanted to rush into the whirlpool uncontrollably, but was stopped by the black wolf, who bit off a wooden stick from the castle and inserted it into the gap, and the wooden stick was torn into wood powder by a powerful energy as soon as it entered the gap.

Norton immediately fell silent, "Will Gargamel teleport us back?"

The wolf girl looked at Norton seriously: "No one has ever been let go, Gargamel is a person who has mastered a lot of space spells, because she has too much forbidden knowledge, she can see a lot of things that you can't see, the world in her eyes is not the same world as you see, and you may not even be human in her eyes."

"Can you explain this difficult question in a more layman's way?" Norton was a little embarrassed and thought that the wolf girl was playing a guessing game.

"Do you see things around you the same way as ants?"

Norton shook his head.

"So, what happens to ants when they have the same mind as you do, but they're still in the life form of insects?"

Norton immediately understood what the wolf girl meant: "Will a dynasty be established?"

The wolf girl shook her head: "From his point of view, he will master another form of force that is no less than yours to deal with all states, Gargamel is a human and you are also a human, the form of power she wields is very different from your belief system, she may be the strongest mage in the entire Frankfurt continent."

Norton didn't take it all in, and anxiously shifted the conversation to the question he cared about most: "So how do we get out of this natural cage?" ”

"Let's go to town first, it's not like Frankfurt, there's a lot of things you've never seen before." The wolf girl didn't answer him directly, obviously intending to make some kind of deal.

Norton nodded bluntly, he didn't want to take this stupid magical prison with him for a moment, even if the unknown target was Gargamel.

"Let's go to Fishman Town first, we have to investigate some events together, gather some materials, and it's also about you going back to Gargamel, she should be interested in the book you took out, and will let you go." Without specifying what the deal would be, the big black wolf opened a door that didn't know where it would lead and picked up Norton.

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Stepping on the soft mud eroded by the sea, Norton and the Great Black Wolf entered the fish village surrounded by towers. The air in the fishing village is humid and smells of the sea, and a path made up of weathered towers with lots of signs of weathering enters the outskirts of the fishing village, where there are no common guards or robbers, and a villager with his back to Norton holding a harpoon catches Norton's attention.

Ignoring the wolf girl's playful eyes, she walked straight to the villagers and greeted the first person she passively met in this world.

The villager who turned his head was just a basic human form, his head was a fish head the size of a plum, and the pustules would burst open from time to time to burst out of white goo mixed with blood, and the clothes were covered with hard lumps corroded by a large amount of salty moist air, and the bare feet were connected to a transparent film, like an amphibian.

The fish-man opened his fishy mouth: "Hello, may I ask the master for something?"

Norton almost attacked the grotesque creature with a crushing hold on his back, and Norton began to lie: "I'm a passing tourist, can you take me to the fishing village inn?"

The fishman leaned over his waist and led the roadside and said, "There is no hostel in the village, if the lord wants to live in my house, the lord can live as much as he likes..."

Listening to the staccato laughter that came out of the fish-man's mouth from time to time, Norton was eager to give him a punch to relieve the discomfort, and the fish-man didn't even dare to ask about his own address as "master".

As soon as I entered the village, an even more grotesque incident occurred, since the fish-people of the whole village came out to see the excitement of Norton and the wolf girl, it didn't take long for the fish-people who were fishing outside to join in the fun.

They formed a circle and pointed at Norton in dialect, Norton only felt panicked, and the rats crawling all over his body seemed to be about to appear in the subspace again, looking around as if asking for help, but the wolf girl who was still on the side just now suddenly disappeared for some reason.

His head hurt more and more, he squatted on the ground with his head clenched, his red eyes and his body gradually began to lose control, clenched the church hammer, and began to slaughter the creatures around him indiscriminately.

Rushed to the nearest fish-man and knocked him five meters away from his shoulder, quickly followed up with a hammer, smashed the fish-man's spine, and finally stepped on the fish-man's head, stomping the skull to pieces.

Norton's eyes were hollow, and he kept beating the corpses of the dead fishmen until they turned into pulp, but the bloody scene did not deter the fishmen around them, and they knelt in a neat circle, and uttered obscure prayers that were difficult to understand.

The splash of blood awakened a little sense, looking at the kneeling fish-man Norton was very aware of the super destructive power hidden in this modified body, he shook his body and yelled in despair: "I can't control myself, run, if you don't run, there is no chance."

The fish people were indifferent, and could even feel the envy of the "meat puree", and the prayers became louder, and in the grotesque prayers, Norton's trance-like soul flew away from his body and into a purple-black temple.

The Anglican Shrine sat in the middle of the hall, staring at Norton's soul in amazement.

Seeing this, Norton didn't care about his three seven twenty-one, whether it was a hallucination or not, and he didn't care about any rituals and etiquette, so he hurriedly prayed to God in the bottom of his heart.

The prayer reached the god, who tilted his head, grinning in a cynical look that was very different from the solemn appearance of the church mural, and he reached out a finger and pointed it to the air in front of Norton.

The ubiquitous rat reappeared, this time different from the last time, and there was no sound at all, and before Norton could resist, he was burned by the flames falling from the sky, and the flames mixed with the ashes of the rats formed a line into the body.

Before the ashes were halfway through the flames, a huge gravitational pull came from below, and Norton only felt a burst of the lower layers return to his body, and heard a humorous and clear voice: "Then you won't be able to control yourself anymore...... Unintelligible language ......"

The soul returned to the body, Norton glanced around the place he had just stood in fear, the fish-man he had inadvertently killed was resurrected by an unknown force, and he stood in a new posture, although he couldn't tell the fish-man's joy and anger, but from the onlookers the fish-man's posture, it could be seen that they were all mean, bitter looks.

If it weren't for the blood and pus all over the floor, Norton would have even suspected that he had just been spilled by a spilled illusion or the after-effects of Gargamel's impact.

"Sir...", the fish-man who led the way knocked on Norton, and made a flattering and jealous voice, "If you don't like to stay at my house tonight, everyone likes you very much, and I will invite you to our festival in a few days." ”

Norton wanted to track down the wolfgirl's location and sort things out, but thinking of the chaos he had just caused, he had to agree.