Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 124 A Peek into the Shadows
The chocolate, candy coating melts under the bright light from the badge.

A downward spiral staircase appeared before Poro's eyes.

All around, the light from the transparent candies flickered faintly, illuminating the shadowy stairs.

"A dungeon?"

Poro sensed the Awakened Saint badge on his chest, which marked the number "seven", and the positions of the other badges marked on it. This kind of perception also required some mental strength.

These badge markings can only sense an approximate range.

This is actually a good thing.

This means that these thirty-six awakened saints are still unable to fully supervise everyone in the castle.

And below...

Inside the "dungeon" are candies and black and white chocolates.

Poro vaguely sensed several...similar awakened saints, as well as several ordinary badges.

"Why are you here? Have you taken those people who entered the 'Locked Area' out?"

Watching Poro walk in, one of the awakened saints sitting in front of the biscuit table at the door on the lower floor raised his head.

Looking at the appearance of Poro No. 7 Awakened Saint and the No. 7 Holy Emblem on his chest that symbolized his identity, the few people did not suspect anything and just asked casually as a greeting.

"Well, I guess I stumbled in by accident."

The Poro answered quickly and briefly.

"I heard that something like this hasn't happened in a long time. It happened once before and it was caused by drinking. Since then, the angel has banned alcohol in the sanctuary."

An awakened saint said that these awakened saints were all fat.

Even at night, they still chatted while eating the delicious food on the table.

"Would you like to eat something together?"

The awakened saint waved to Poro, but Poro shook his head and walked to the lower level, "Thank you, but no."

"Well, are you going to see the blasphemer? Or the unfortunate child?"

The Awakened Saint held the food in his mouth, thought of something, and waved his hand, "Although it has been a long time since we have encountered such a thing, they are very lucky. In front of the angel, they will be the first to return to the right path.

However, our dedication ceremony may have to be postponed a little."

In the presence of an angel? Back on track?
And... a dedication ceremony?
Poro had no idea about the thoughts of these awakened saints, and he didn't know what these words and phrases meant.

But considering the role he is playing now, not asking and talking less is the best choice.

"Yes."

The Poro echoed and walked to the next level.

Unlike what he had imagined, what he saw before him was not a dungeon or a cruel purgatory, but a row of exquisite and clean rooms made up of food of various colors.

But the doors of these rooms, as Poro sensed through the Holy Symbol of Awakening, were also encircled by a maze.

Moreover, these mazes are far more tight than those in the corridor outside.

All in all...

It is a magical door lock. Ordinary people without the holy emblem cannot enter or exit through it.

In the room beside the corridor, Poro only sensed an ordinary holy emblem.

Is there only one room occupied?

Poro thought for a moment and walked to the front of the room. He touched the holy emblem in his hand, the emblem of the awakened saint. In this castle, it could serve as a key.

For ordinary people, even if they pick up these badges, they cannot use them.

But Poro exuded the aura of the seventh awakened saint, and coupled with his partial grasp of magical knowledge, he was able to use this holy emblem like a real awakened saint.

Poro raised the holy emblem, and the number "seven" on the surface of the holy emblem flickered faintly.

The next moment, the tightly closed door in the room in front of him suddenly appeared as a doorway, allowing the Poro to walk in.

"Bang! Bang!"

As soon as he entered the room, Poro saw Hansel.

The child did not cry or shout, he just took a chair made of biscuits and banged it against the wall.

But this obviously doesn't make any sense.

The walls are made of crispy biscuit material and look very soft.

But every hole created will be restored immediately.

With the boy's strength, it was obviously impossible to break through such a magic wall.

"Hansel?"

Poro said hurriedly.

The boy was startled when he heard the voice, and when he turned around to look at the Poro, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm.

"Sir, please let me go. I...I won't tell anyone about it."

The boy pleaded, "I'll go see the angel. My sister doesn't know anything yet. Please let her go, okay?"

Poro walked in, and the door that had just opened behind him quickly disappeared again and turned into a wall.

Without the guidance of the awakened holy emblem, ordinary people would never find this locked door.

"Calm down, Hansel."

As the Poro spoke, his expression changed rapidly, transforming into the appearance of Hanselgretel's father. Before the awakening holy emblem in his hand sounded the alarm, he quickly changed back into the appearance of the seventh awakened saint.

"Are you...Mr. Poro...?"

Hansel opened his eyes and whispered.

"Ah."

Poro nodded and asked, "What happened when you came out at night? How did you end up... being caught here by those saints?"

"I……"

Hansel recalled for a moment before stammering, "I just wanted to go to the hall to get some egg rolls for my sister, but on the way, I met...

That particularly thin uncle was one of the three uncles wearing hoods and barbecuing at the festival."

After listening to Hansel's description, Poro instantly realized the identity of this person.

It was one of the pilgrims.

……

Earlier, in the corridor at night, Hansel looked at the black figure coming towards him.

"what!"

He opened his mouth and cried out in surprise.

Because he saw a skinny man wearing golden and white saint's clothes, rushing out from the wall that seemed empty just now!
At this moment, the pilgrim's face was twisted and crazy, with a hint of fear and a look of mental breakdown.

In his hand, he held a kitchen knife.

Looking at Hansel, who was also wearing a gold and white robe, he reflexively wanted to swing the knife, but when he saw the little boy's face clearly, he stopped the movement.

"Shh-"

He hurriedly covered Hansel's mouth with his hands, looking pleading.

"Little...little boy, can you please keep your voice down?"

For some reason, Hansel stopped shouting when he saw the look in the man's eyes.

"Little boy, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

The pilgrim held his breath and listened to the sounds around him. After making sure that there was nothing unusual, he asked in a low voice.

"I'm going to get an egg roll for my sister."

Hansel replied.

"No, child, those are... those are... the devil's food. They can't eat them..."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing these words, the pilgrim's sunken eyes once again showed a look of fear and panic. He hurriedly held Hansel's shoulders with both hands and added hurriedly.

Then he looked around again, as if he heard some unusual noise again.

When his expression eased a little, he spoke to Hansel again:
"Child, your voice has freed me from this maze... I will take you away from here."

Having said that, he took Hansel's hand without saying anything else and started walking towards the other direction of the corridor.

That's the direction of the castle's exit gate.

"Sir, where are you taking me? My sister and uncle haven't—"

Hansel was stunned and struggled to break free, but he saw the pilgrim with his bloodshot and desperate eyes.

"It's too late, kid."

The pilgrim walked forward with Hansel.

Due to long-term malnutrition, Hansel's body and strength were very weak and he could not struggle for long. Although the pilgrim's words seemed a little crazy, they still had some sense of rationality.

As he walked forward, he said:
"Child, do you know? When I first heard about this place, I was ecstatic. I thought the gods from heaven had finally come to earth to show their mercy...

So, I came. When I saw that incomparably noble and radiant figure, I thought that the faith I had pursued my entire life was finally within reach...

But I was wrong.

They are not saints, and the beings in the light are not angels.

When I am not blinded by those devilish alluring fragrances, I see...the truth of those devils!"

A trace of fear appeared on the pilgrim's face. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he still didn't say the next words.
"Come on, kid, leave here, come with me, before they... react."

He pulled Hansel and walked away.

After walking through the front hall, the heavy black door appeared before my eyes.

The pilgrim picked up the kitchen knife with trembling hands and chopped at the chocolate door fiercely. One gap after another appeared, gradually forming a small hole.

The moonlight outside shines in...

"Go, kid, get out of here..."

The pilgrim uttered a few words with trembling lips.

But at this moment, a calm voice came from behind him:
"Believer, you shouldn't do such a thing. The Angel of Plenty will be disappointed with your behavior."

The pilgrim shuddered violently, turned his head, and looked with red eyes.

An awakened saint in a gold and white robe, with the number "one" floating on the holy emblem on his chest.

His expression was calm, as if he held an inhuman holiness, but under the glow of the colorful sugar lanterns on both sides, it seemed a little dim and unclear.

He pointed his finger, and the next moment, the crack in the chocolate gate was instantly filled! And more chocolate paste still showed no sign of stopping!
It escaped from the gap like a gushing spring, and in just a moment, it wrapped the pilgrim in it. The chocolate solidified, not like sugar, but more like a dark quagmire!

Under the influence of magic, they are not at all fragile like delicacies.

The pilgrims, despite their best efforts, were unable to break free.

"You! You devil's apostles, don't try to deceive me again. I have seen the truth! I will let everyone know the true appearance of your devil!"

The pilgrim looked at the chocolate wrapped around his body, and now he looked like a madman.

He shouted in a devastated manner.

Before the chocolate spread to his upper body, the pilgrim suddenly raised his arm and threw it with all his might.

The kitchen knife in his hand slid in an arc and was about to fly towards the head of Saint No. 1!

Seeing that the Awakened Saint No. 1 was about to be hit on the forehead by the kitchen knife because he couldn't dodge in time, but at this moment, another slender flying figure flashed past in the shadows beside him -

"Clang!"

Crisp, like the sound of metal clashing.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground helplessly.

"This is the holy land of the Lord of Plenty and the angels on earth. You are not allowed to do anything here!"

The Awakened Saint No. 1 said this, and behind him, the figure who blocked the kitchen knife slowly walked out.

A man holding a spear...

Gingerbread soldiers.

The face is simply drawn with caramel and has a cute smile on it.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the pilgrims, it is more terrifying than demons!
"My friend, you have come a long way, practiced for a long time, and finally saw the true face of an angel. Why are you so timid now?"

The awakened saint stepped forward, and the gingerbread soldiers behind him followed closely.

"Abundance, no sin, my friend, your faith has always been here, this is the paradise you have been pursuing, without pain, without hunger.

The angels will also love loyal believers like you.

Join us and you will find out what you really want.”

The Awakened Saint No. 1 walked slowly over and waved his hand.

The chocolate on the pilgrim's body gradually softened, and the thin pilgrim lowered his head and stopped talking, as if he had given up resistance.

But just when the Awakened Saint No. 1 approached to a certain distance, the pilgrim's face suddenly raised up.

There was no peace in it, but rather a certain resentment.

"It's ridiculous, you evil people who use people as bait!"

The thin pilgrim trembled as he spoke, his words weak but with a certain persistence, "You want to use those comforts to blind my eyes again? Don't even think about it!
I have always known what the God I truly believe in and pursue looks like!"

As the pilgrim spoke, he took advantage of the chocolate softening and suddenly struggled -

The body that looked like a straw suddenly pounced up at a high speed and was about to grab the neck of the Awakened Saint No. 1!

But a shadow was faster than him.

In an instant, the gingerbread spear in the gingerbread soldier's hand hit the pilgrim's leg.

"Crack!"

The pilgrim screamed and fell from mid-air.

The leg was twisted and broken.

"Ugh……"

The Awakened Saint No. 1 shook his head and said, "Take him away. After seeing the Lord Angel, he will truly awaken and join us, dedicating everything he has to the abundance of love.

After all, this is the greatest meaning of life in this world."

Gingerbread soldiers, lifting the pilgrims.

A trickle of blood flowed from the pilgrim's broken leg, staining the pale yellow, delicious crispy surface of the gingerbread, and sticking to the caramel painting.

……

Now, underground in the castle, in the hidden floor, inside the room.

"Then, that skinny uncle was taken away by those saints."

Hansel paused at this point, then lowered his head in disappointment, "Brother Poro, are the delicacies here really... made by the devil?
But they are really delicious, right? That uncle, why would you say that? "

Poro was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't know that such a thing would happen here. If I had known then, I wouldn't have brought you in."

Hansel was silent for a moment after hearing this. Suddenly he reached out and groped under his clothes.

Took out... a yellowed, wrinkled piece of paper.

"This was given to me by my uncle before he was captured. He told me to give it to someone other than the saints with numbers if I had the chance."

"is it?"

Oh Luo was stunned for a moment and took the paper.

This piece of paper looked like it was torn from a book. It originally contained a church scripture. Judging from the degree of wear and tear, it had been read many times by the owner.

On top of it, several new lines of words were covered by another newer handwriting.

Judging from the handwriting, it was exactly the same as the note that Pororek had found inside the sculpture before.

This time, there is more content on this page.

On the third day, those aromas, like an omnipresent demon, stirred my heart.

[Is this a test from the angel?]

[But I have been ready for a long time. Hunger makes my soul more clear.]

[In the trance brought on by hunger, I seemed to see that on the wall made of delicious food, there seemed to be a door that I had not noticed before?]

【This should be the gate of heaven, right? 】

【Faith guided me and I saw them】

My two companions, who had abandoned their spiritual practice, did not see the existence of these gates.

I walked in.

……

A self-narration on a piece of paper, with the pages cut off, isolating part of the content.

Poro frowned and turned to the next page.

On this page, the words became a little trembling, as if the narrator's heart was in an abnormally fluctuating state, so much so that even the hand holding the pen could not hold it firmly.

There aren't many words.

Just three short lines.

【Delicious food is not a gift from God, but bait for the devil】

【Hunger brings the truth, shadows, and filled with wronged souls】

[I must leave here, someone must leave here - reveal the true face of this hypocritical "angel" to the public!]

Poro looked at the description on the paper, and his eyes changed.

Although it might be the images in the scriptures that made the pilgrim's verbal narration somewhat fragmented, the Poro still saw the dark terror in it.

He wanted to ask something else, but at this moment, his ears moved slightly.

Outside the room, someone is about to come in!
He sensed the holy emblem and found it was one of the awakened saints!

"Squeak-"

The door opened again, and an awakened saint with the number "Nine" on his chest walked into the room. He looked at the Poro, then glanced at the boy Hansel, and said, "Are you still trying to persuade me?"

"um, yes."

Poro followed the Awakened Saint's words and continued.

"It's okay. The child is still young and has a weak ability to distinguish right from wrong. However, with the grace of the Angel of Plenty, he will soon understand the value of delicious food."

The awakened saint looked at Hansel with a friendly smile on his face.

"Sir, I understand. If I eat well, can I leave here first?"

Hansel bit his lip, his eyes also facing the Awakened Saint, "My sister won't be waiting for me, she will be anxious."

"Haha, no problem."

The awakened saint replied easily, but then changed the subject again, "However, in order to prevent you from being adversely affected, the angel will come to talk to you in person first.

She will bring you a lot of delicious food. Kid, you should eat more. You will look better if you gain weight.

After that, if you still don’t want to stay here, you can leave at any time.”

Hansel listened in silence and nodded stiffly.

At this time, Poro spoke:

"Angel, I've forgotten when you'll come."

The Awakened Saint frowned at this, but his brows softened slightly when he looked at the number "seven" on Poro's chest.
"Have you forgotten? Right now, the Lord is communicating with another apostate, and it will take seven days..."

"Oh, yes, yes, sorry, I forgot a little."

Poro nodded and said.

He also had the idea of ​​suddenly attacking, killing this person and leaving, but who knew if there was a problem with the awakening holy emblem, would it attract the arrival of the "Angel of Plenty"?
Now, Poro is not sure if he can face that person...

The magic power can cover an entire plain.

"Go back and have a good rest. Don't stay here. Did you stay up late and eat again? Can you forget about such things?"

As he spoke, the Awakened Saint No. 9 made a "follow" gesture to the Poro.

Poro opened his mouth, but found no reason to refuse.

He had no choice but to walk towards the hidden door under Hansel's gaze.

As he turned around, taking advantage of the blind spot of the Awakener No. 9, Poro mouthed "wait a minute" to Hansel.

The boy was very smart. There was a gleam in his eyes, and he nodded quietly and sat on the cake sofa on the side.

The Awakener No. 9, who seemed to be the supervisor of this hidden underground area, watched the Poro leave the corridor and said nothing more.

The Poro looked at the shadowy walls around him.

He clenched the remaining page of the book in his hand.

(End of this chapter)