Chapter 191: Beastman or vampire?
Horn walked quickly along the corridors on both sides of the palace, his leather boots stepping on the precious Sealand carpets and his brows furrowed.

The annoying clicking sound became more and more frequent after he entered the Mechanical Palace, but Horn would not agree with Pasrick.

He could indeed hear a subtle sound. Perhaps there was some strange machine? Or some strange object?

Since discovering that steam engines and electricity were unusable, Horn had become semi-despairing of similar industrial machines.

Although the clockwork can play some role as an engine, the problem is that its power is very high but its duration is too short. It is okay to use it as an explosive clockwork gun, but it is not as good as animal or water power when used as a loom or pump.

The essence of this is that the orichalcum spring relies entirely on human mana to input energy, but humans can only provide that much mana.

Not everyone has the terrifying magical power of Horn.

So in terms of industry, with the two major problems of engines and steel, Horn had reached a dead end.

Sometimes he even thought that he should just trust the wisdom of future generations.

But after seeing the little people in the mechanical theater, the idea of ​​industrial machines was rekindled, because such heavy puppets and gears could not be driven by the water power of the elevated canal alone.

In order to complete several acts of a stage play, the thing driving the gears must be able to keep running for a long time.

Behind the stage, Horn didn't find any drive device, so maybe the "click" sound came from the drive device.

Listening to the intermittent sounds, Horn searched room by room.

However, he did not lose his mind. Every time, he would let a few soldiers enter the room first and turn the entire room upside down before he would go in to check.

In this way, Horn swept all the rooms on the second floor one by one, but still found nothing.

Following the clicking sound, Horn returned to the first floor. As he walked further forward, the clicking sound became clearer in his ears.

Standing in front of a bedroom, Horn stopped. This time he was sure that the clicking sound came from this room.

Seeing Horn stop, Victor waved his hand and said, "Go in and take a look."

Three or five guards glanced at Victor, and only after Horn nodded did they file in and begin rummaging through the room.

It's true, they found a lot of original summer clothes in this bedroom, which were washed clean and neatly arranged.

"Click, click..."

Standing at the door, Horn could hear the faint clicking sound appearing more and more frequently, and sometimes, it was as if it was happening right in front of him.

"Look for it, look for it carefully, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, just find it!"

Walking into the bedroom, Horn looked around.

The entire bedroom is about 40 to 50 square meters, with Western-style tapestries hanging on the walls and several silver candlesticks with unburned white candles.

"Click click click..."

The sound came again, and Horn slowly wandered around the room, not stopping until he reached the bed.

His nose shrank. He was not smelling the original clothes, but he smelled a familiar smell of rust and lubricating oil.

Horn had smelled a similar odor at the workbench in the hall.

He walked to the big bed in the middle of the room and put his nose close to it. The smell of rust was coming from the bed.

This big bed looked like no one had slept in it for a long time and was filled with a rotten and damp smell. But what puzzled Horn was that the clothes in the closet were all new and clean.

Could it be for the puppets in those mechanical theaters?

Horn first put his ear to the edge of the bed, and the faint clicking sound came again. Finally, he simply lay down on the dusty bed.

"Click click click..."

Lifting the sheets and velvet mattress, Horn listened carefully and confirmed that the strange clicking noises were coming from the bed.

There must be a mechanism underneath. Horn immediately sat up and supported himself on the head of the bed: "Hey, after I get off the bed, you try it with a stick... Hey!"

Before he could finish his words, a feeling of weightlessness enveloped Horn. He looked down and the moment he sat up, the bed board suddenly split apart, revealing a hole under the bed!

Caught off guard, Horn had no time to adjust his posture or grab anything, and fell headfirst into the cave.

Horn grimaced instantly as his knee hit the corner of the bed hard, but the coldness and pain from his knee were different, and his body fell on something soft.

A silky and light touch wrapped around Horn's cheek, and under the white and cool silk and linen nightgown, there was a warm body.

Horn raised his head and saw a pair of standard wolf ears that were different from those of a beastman hybrid. Under the wolf ears was a head of twilight purple long hair.

He couldn't describe this color. It was like a white cloud hiding the yellow, red and purple sunset glow.

However, the furry wolf ears were now folded backwards like airplane ears, and her tail was pressed tightly against the mattress.

The wolf girl looked to be in her twenties. She was leaning against the head of the bed, her long eyelashes trembling on her bone china face. She was as cold as a piece of ice and as majestic as a queen.

Is this a vampire or a lycanthrope?

"vampire?!"

Horn climbed up from the bed in a panic, his shoes stepping on the clean bedding and took a few steps back. He jumped to the ground and pulled out the Blood Cloud in his hand.

"Your Majesty? Where is Your Majesty?"

"His Majesty is gone! His Majesty is gone!"

"Don't make noise, I'm here." Horn stared at the wolf girl in front of him and shouted.

"No, Your Majesty, why are you..."

Regardless of the consequences, Victor jumped directly from the cave, grabbed the dagger and stood in front of Horn.

They said it was safe before, but Horn found a blood slave. Then they said everything was safe before Horn found a vampire.

Victor felt that his position as legion commander might have come to an end, and it would be impolite to continue.

Horn grabbed Victor's shoulder and told him not to block his sight: "It's okay, there's no danger."

It was too close just now and he couldn't see clearly. Only when the distance was farther away did Horn realize that there was a reason why she was sitting on the bed instead of running away.

Under the thin silk blanket, the wolf girl's legs were broken from the knees down, leaving nothing under her nightgown.

The wheelchair was next to the bed, and she supported herself on the mattress and tried to move towards it stealthily.

If this wolf girl could really threaten Horn, he would have been dead when he fell into her arms.

Just as Horn was looking at the wolf girl, the wolf girl was also looking at Horn, and she looked Horn up and down with eyes without any emotion.

She was thinking about which role in the Mechanical Theater this matched, just like Ah Fu was her butler and the undead outside were her guards.

Could this be the demon hunter who came to kill her?

When the wolf girl's eyes glanced at the blood cloud in Horn's hand, they suddenly froze, and her ears, which had been drooping, suddenly stood up.

When Horn noticed the wolf girl's abnormality, the big tail behind her was already shaking with an afterimage.

But what was strange was that she still had that expressionless face, without any emotional fluctuations, and her eyes did not change at all.

"You, you are my kind, right?"

As soon as the girl opened her mouth, she spoke in the standard old French aristocratic accent of the Iris Banner, but the peculiar tune of the chant made it sound like an opera.

If Horn had not heard Carrie speak aristocratic language before, he would have almost failed to understand what the girl meant.

"Are you a vampire? Or a lycanthrope?"

"Me? I am, Shiloh."

The tail turned like a propeller, and Shilov looked into Horn's eyes and chanted expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)