Chapter 192 Do dogs need to smell each other’s flowers when making friends?

According to common sense, this is the only place left in the entire palace except the spire.

This underground cave is obviously used to hide people. In broad daylight, this woman is actually lying on the bed sleeping. She must be either a vampire or someone else.

But her frail appearance made Horn's original cautiousness and fear after arriving on the island seem like a battle of wits with the air.

Horn was ready to push open the fog door and fight the boss. He even took off his pants, but this is the result?

Or should we go and catch her now? Or should we follow the original goal and kill the wolf girl directly to fight for the living space of Qiumu Island and the land under the sun?

Instead of putting away his weapon, Horn just stood aside cautiously, looking at the wolf girl whose eyes were fixed on him: "I didn't ask you your name, I asked you what you are?"

The light passed through the hole in the floor, illuminating every particle of dust in the air, and shining on the wolf girl's face, as if emitting a glowing luster.

"What are you?" The wolf girl named Shilov did not directly answer Horn's question, but asked in return, "Are black shells not shells? I am not something, I am Shilov."

"I'm asking what race you are?"

"I'm the same as you."

"I am a human being, but you are not."

“A person is only what you imagine yourself to be, and all people can think of themselves as a person or anything else.”

It seems you are educated, right?
Horn was a little speechless for a moment, but he was still keenly aware of the way Shilov was looking at the blood-covered cloud in his hand.

She seems to be very familiar with this. This kind of red steel sword seems to be commonly used by vampires on the other side of the sea, right?

Looking up, Horn continued to ask: "It seems that you know what kind of sword this is?"

"The Red Steel Sword is a weapon commonly used by high-level vampire lords. My mother also has one. My legs and Ah Fu's hands were chopped off by the Red Steel Sword."

"Afu, is that the blood slave just now?"

"Ah Fu is my butler. My mother dug out his vocal cords, nose, eyes and reproductive system. Only his ears are left.

I made him a pair of brass hands and tried to talk to him on paper, but he couldn't read..."

"Wait, wait... did you make that brass hand?" Horn interrupted impatiently, remembering the exquisite brass claw.

"Yes." The wolf girl's tail began to wag wildly again. The frosty-faced wolf girl seemed to enjoy being able to talk to a living person. "I learned it from a craftsman in the town outside."

"There were craftsmen here before?!" Horn was even more surprised.

"Originally, there were about four hundred people in the town outside, but my mother wouldn't let them get close to me. After she left, a group of demon hunters came and killed all the residents of the town. I hid here and escaped, but you found me."

Shilov looked down at her legs, as if she had thought of something, and fell limply onto the bed: "...Are you the demon hunters who came to kill me?"

A grandmother wielding a red steel sword? A mass murderer?

Horn frowned. In other words, the wolf girl's mother or adoptive mother was a vampire?
After thinking for a moment, before determining whether the other party was a friend or an enemy, Horn decided to tell the truth: "We are outsiders and don't know your mother."

The fluffy wolf tail stood up again.

"Does your mother suck blood?"

"Yes, if that's the case, then my mother is a vampire." After saying this, the wolf girl finally revealed a barely perceptible thoughtful expression, "I also drink blood, but I never think about whether I am a vampire or not. Does this meet the definition of a vampire?"

"Will you die if you don't drink blood?"

The wolf girl Shilov looked at him as if he were mentally retarded: "I drink blood only because my mother made me drink it. I will die if I don't drink water...ah, then maybe I am not a vampire."

"Do you have fangs?"

Shilov held the corners of her mouth open with her fingers and said incoherently: "Look, there is nothing."

"Then why are you sleeping now?" "I have been like this since I was a child. I go to bed at 5:20 every morning."

So the wolf girl is really not a vampire? To be cautious, Horn continued to ask: "How did you get here?"

"My mother gave birth to me." The wolf girl's expression remained unchanged, but the certainty in her tone made Horn puzzled.

A vampire gave birth to a wolf girl? This is not right, Horn narrowed his eyes.

In addition to this, another point that puzzled Horn was that no matter what she said, she had almost no expression.

Although her voice was gentle and charming, like a female university teacher giving a lecture, she used a dramatic aria.

If Horn had not experienced the wolf girl's body temperature himself, he would have thought that the wolf girl was a finely constructed doll.

"Is your mother here?"

"No, she left ten or nine years ago."

Xiluofu's words made Horn relax a little, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly: "Then can you help us open the door of the spire outside?"

The entire palace had been searched, and if Shilov was telling the truth, there was nothing to lose by opening the spire.

What if what Shilov said was a lie, and there is a witch and a great wizard here, and it is daytime now, just the right time to deal with the vampire.

Shilov nodded and replied: "Of course, but you have to answer me a question - even if you are not a demon hunter, will you kill me?"

Although there was little expression on her face, Horn could still hear anticipation and fear in her words.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Horn took two steps forward and pushed the wheelchair next to the bed: "As long as you are innocent, we will not kill you."

The wagging speed of the tail slowed down, but Shilov did not climb onto the wheelchair. She looked into Horn's eyes and said, "I guess you are here to kill Grandma, but Grandma has long gone. I advise you not to kill her. She is really strong."

"If she wasn't on the island, there would be no reason for us to kill her."

Shiluofu turned sideways and lay on the bed, still not sitting in the wheelchair: "If what I said is true, you broke into my house, and Ah Fu has been caught or killed by you, right?"

Horn was speechless for a moment, while Victor on the side was indignant: "Didn't you pretend to be the evil god and send the undead to kill the beastmen? You are not innocent either."

"No, I didn't." Shilov shook her head. "I can only tell the dead what I want, but I can't refuse or manipulate them. The murderer is my mother, not me."

"Then what compensation do you want?"

"I have lived here since I can remember. My mother won't let me go out. You are the first living person who has spoken to me."

“So…” Shilov’s mouth opened and closed without any ripples on her face: “As compensation for your breaking in, after I open the spire and prove my innocence, I want to be friends with you.

But whether you are a friend or an enemy, as a minimum courtesy, you should tell me your name, right? "

Horn did not answer immediately. After all, in this strange world, who knows if there are spells like the True Name Curse?

Pursing his lips, he was about to say Pasrick's name, but suddenly stopped.

Although the wolf girl had a serious expression and no emotion could be seen, her wolf ears stood up like antennas, and the wolf tail behind her was curled up and swaying slowly from side to side nervously.

She seemed to be looking forward to it.

After a moment of silence, Horn opened his mouth and uttered his name: "Horn, Horn Galar."

Anyway, his real name is in Chinese characters, and she couldn't guess it even if she had a hundred brains.

"Okay." The corners of Shiluofu's mouth trembled, and Horn felt that it might be a smile. "My name is Shiluofu."

(End of this chapter)