Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 133 Second Level Witch
Candy Castle.

After the death of the gluttonous witch, the other saints gradually regained their normal sanity.

Some memories that were obscured by the poison of faith gradually began to resurface.

They looked around at the candy castle.

Some people leave with heavy hearts, perhaps because they recall something more important than delicious food.

Some people look confused after hearing certain truths.

Perhaps, they seemed to have suddenly lost their perspective and direction, not knowing where to go...

But no matter what, time will always heal most scars.

Still in the normally functioning maze, in the deepest hidden part of the Candy Castle, in the room of the Gluttonous Witch.

"This letter seems to carry a kind of...very delicate magic."

Poro found the letter in his hand from a storage box of the Candy Witch. The surface of the letter was made of a magical plant material.

And on the wax of the envelope, there was a slightly complicated mark engraved.

Under the stimulation of magic, it appeared a faint shadow.

Twelve snake-like lines are connected in the center and radiate at equal distances in all directions.

Like a... burning golden sun.

There were some abnormal magical fluctuations in it. If Poro's magical attainments had not been greatly improved, he would definitely not be able to sense the abnormality of this letter from a large amount of debris.

"call……"

Poro took a deep breath, concentrated, and sank into it.

This is a special mystical lock, far more complicated than the symbolic mystical lock hidden under magic cast by the Gluttonous Witch on the door of the room!
It requires a complex magical command.

It should be a specific magic spell.

Among them, there are twelve different soul imprints——

If you want to crack such a magic maze... it would be a fantasy for any ordinary spellcaster!
"That could take a long time."

Poro closed his eyes slightly, hiding the devilish light in them. Just the first attempt to decipher it made him feel that his magic power and mental strength were instantly depleted.

But for a Poro, deciphering such a puzzle is no easy task!
"Luckily, the 'Witch's' spiral beacon has been upgraded. Otherwise... I'm afraid I wouldn't even have any hope of understanding the structure of this maze."

The Poro muttered, raising his claws—

A golden page appeared from the air.

Spiral Beacon: Witch

[Sublimation Ritual: Demonic Domain]

[Magic counterattack, spell reversal, deconstruct the depths of the magic castle, glimpse the truth in the secrets, and defeat the false gods in the devil's domain!]

You performed a miracle—and this is the essence of magic.

[Sublimation Level: 1->2]

[Soul Anchor: After the Spiral Beacon reaches Level 2, it will be completely bound to the soul and cannot be removed.]

[Fairy Tale Power, First Level: Assumed to possess all the magical experience of the slain witch!]

[Fairy Tale Power, Level 2: Your mastery and contemplation of magical wisdom reaches a higher realm—all magical creations and miracles will be fully revealed through your contemplation.]

[Description: Your magic, fueled by knowledge and soul, has soared to the sky. You can gaze upon the surrounding landscape in the dim light of magic. All living things will transform under your fantasies and magic.]

[A magical breeze blows across the fields, and wherever it passes - it becomes the Demon Realm!]

The Poro smiled.

Like Lake's [Spiral Beacon: Hunter], the magic bonus provided by [Spiral Beacon: Witch] after sublimation can be said to be a huge leap!
Although this is the same as Lake's [Spiral Beacon: Hunter], it does not directly increase the magic concentration in the Poro's body, which is the "blue bar" in the previous life game.

But the added experience has made Poro no longer inferior to the Blue and Red Witches.

And with special bonuses, Poro's spellcasting efficiency is even better.

The second-level fairy power allows Poro to learn and deconstruct magic to an extraordinary level.

When combined with the [Spiral Beacon: The Wise], the result is that one plus one is greater than two!

The Poro looked to the side, at a silver plate placed on the table.

The silver plate quickly turned into white chocolate, and then quickly switched back -

If Poro had such power before the battle with the Gluttonous Witch, when the battle came, Poro could even use spells to counter the gourmet curse, not just the gourmet curse.

He even had the opportunity to prepare in advance and seize control of the Gluttony Witch directly in the Candy Castle—

This will directly prevent the gluttonous witch from resurrecting!
But fortunately, the careful countermeasures brought about a relatively satisfactory outcome.

Poro shook his head and put the magic envelope into the bag beside him.

There was still a long time to travel, and there was no particular urgency in deciphering this particular letter.

"Polo, have you found the reason for the changes in the magical barrier of the Fertile Plains?"

The door opened and Lake came forward dragging a huge backpack.

Among them, there are some magical materials collected from the castle by the Gluttonous Witch. These materials are not many, but in this world, there are very few things related to magic.

"Almost. I now understand more than 70 percent of it."

Poro thought for a moment, waved his claws, and a white feather floated up on the table.

This is the feather of the angel Karen, or you could say it's the carrier of her angelic power.

In the Candy Castle, the Gluttonous Witch's magic barrier covering the entire plain must rely on the power of angels to maintain such a huge effect.

As the feathers transformed into golden light, several floating magic crystals in the room began to glow.

The Poro's pupils slightly dilated, and his consciousness, along with the magic light, passed through the obstruction and spread in all directions...

Looking towards the damaged barrier—

After a few minutes, the magic crystal dimmed and fell again.

Poro's pupils contracted and he came back to his senses.

"How's it going? Poro."

"We may need to leave soon. Some uninvited guests took advantage of the previous damage to the barrier to get in."

As Poro spoke, a deep crimson glint appeared in his eyes.

He waved slightly towards the bag on the side, and an invitation letter with chaotic patterns on it flew up and landed in front of the Poro.

This invitation letter from the demon-possessed prince seemed to have sensed something and flickered.

"I see the Wild Dancer's followers coming—before we can finish them off."

The red in the Poro's eyes faded.

In the battle with the Gluttonous Witch, he frequently used the power of the Wild Dancer many times, and after the battle, he found that his perception of a certain direction became more obvious.

From that direction, there seemed to be an incomprehensible whisper.

Every time he heard it, Poro felt inexplicably manic.

"Let's go. We must stop them before they reach Sweet City. There are too many civilians here. If they enter the city, it will be a disaster!"

Poro's eyes dimmed slightly. "This time, we cannot let the disaster in the capital of the Kingdom of Sinuo happen again."

"of course."

Lake placed her hand on the hilt of the Star-Killing Sword at her waist. The blade of the Star-Killing Sword emitted a faint starlight. "We killed a prince in King Boren City. We can do the same this time!"

……

Further away, in the fertile plains, in a small town on the road leading to Sweet City.

Veteran Invi's eyes were red, with a hint of red light flickering in them.

Soon after those demon-possessed princes from their homeland entered the fertile plains, the veteran Invi sensed their location.

At that time, the news that Poro had killed the Gluttonous Witch had not yet reached the veteran.

The Demon Prince chose the right moment to rush into the Fertile Plains—

Perhaps, they have been wandering outside the forest maze for a long time!
At the moment the gluttonous witch died, the demon-possessed prince's carriage drove into the fertile plains.

"I want to tell them, but the changes in the candy castle before... may be related to them..."

Veteran Invi looked at Dansi, who was gracefully savoring a snack beside him, and clenched his fists. "Anyway, before the results come out, I need...

Evacuate as many residents of those towns as possible!"

Veteran Invi narrowed his eyes and looked at the people around him who had rosy complexions and were not troubled by hunger. A trace of pain flashed through the depths of his memory.

A distant illusion flashed before my eyes.

The old soldier's homeland, the Kingdom of Steds, which was destroyed by the Mad Dancer.

Exhausted humans fell to the ground, their bodies still twitching spontaneously, their clothes were torn to shreds, and their skin was covered in blood.

They looked terrified, but still couldn't stop dancing.

They could only die, watching and feeling themselves moving step by step towards the abyss...

"Whether it's to reduce the influence of those demon princes, or to save more people, I must do this!"

So, before the result appeared in the Candy Castle, the veteran Invi arrived in this town.

The people in the town obviously haven't felt the changes in the fertile plains yet.

It is naturally impossible to sense... the breath from the demon-possessed prince.

"Dude, you just came back from Sweet, right?"

As soon as Invi entered the town, she heard a familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw a familiar figure jogging towards him.

It was the baker who had competed with Rek Poro before, the fat townsman who was dedicated to making pastries but unfortunately lost the competition.

"Any news about your two friends? What's it like in the Candy Castle?"

The fat townsman said this, looking expectantly at the veteran Invi.

He also took the old soldier and Dans to the dining table in front of the house, picked up a plate of cake that was obviously freshly made, and said happily:
"This is my new improvement. I adjusted the sugar ratio and it blends perfectly with the jam. I'm sure I can succeed at the next Holy Chosen Festival!

My dear, you came here with the Saint, so you must have your own understanding of food. Do you want to try it?"

But the old soldier didn't even look at the snacks. He stared at the townspeople nearby and said solemnly:

"I don't know what the castle is like yet. I have something important to tell you. Take me to see your mayor."

"Uh, what could be the matter..."

The fat townsman was halfway through his words when he inexplicably sensed a deep chill in the old soldier's eyes. He put down the cake in his hand and changed the subject, "Okay, I'll take you to see the mayor."

Past the rows and rows of pastry delicacies lining the road.

We came to a house that looked a little bigger, and smoke was still swirling up from above the house.

The mayor's house.

And the mayor here is no different from anyone else.

He also loves food and cooking, but when he was in the outside world, he had some experience as a town mayor, so he also had such a career here.

"You're saying... there will be evil people coming from outside the forest to the Fertile Plains? And it's the same dancing plague that once caused the destruction of an entire kingdom?!"

The old mayor held the fork in one hand, picked up a piece of meat on the table and put it into his mouth.

There was a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

Obviously, before entering the Fertile Plains, this old mayor was a man of some knowledge, and the Fertile Plains was not far from the destroyed Kingdom of Steds.

Many people have heard of that terrible rumor.

“Yes, they are coming, and this town is the closest human settlement to the forest. Everyone must leave here and go to Sweet.

If the angels are there, we can fight off the possessed. If not—

We need to abandon this plain and leave here."

The old soldier looked at the mayor and said in a deep voice, without even taking a sip from the wine glass in front of him.

"You spoke in such detail, as if it were true. To be honest, I don't know much about the dance epidemic. In fact, there are very few people who survived the dance epidemic, and most of the survivors became mentally ill.

I want to believe you - but how can you be sure what you say is true?
You know so much, and seeing those... uh, you said possessed princes, how did you survive?" The old mayor shook his head, picked up the wine glass in front of him, drank the nectar in it, and then put it back on the table.

Soon, the wine slowly spread out from the bottom.

But what the old mayor didn't notice was that the speed of food recovery today was much slower than before.

"I am the survivor of the Kingdom of Steds..."

"It's okay, no need to explain."

The old mayor waved his hand and said, “Over the years, there have been many people like you who came to the Plenty Plains thinking that something bad would happen, and there have also been people who were once bandits and the like.

But all the evil people never did evil again after eating the delicious food.

Even the worrying ones, after having tasted the feast, will be free from worry."

As the old mayor spoke, he put another piece of barbecue into his mouth and tasted it with relish. Under the influence of magic, these people rarely felt bored with delicious food.

The old mayor said this and swallowed the food in his mouth.

The slight worry on her face caused by what the old soldier said was quickly replaced by the intoxication of enjoying the food.

He waved his hand and said casually:

"Let's go. This is the Heaven on Earth of the Angel of Plenty. Nothing can possibly happen here. Look, the food is still recovering. This is the power of the Angel of Plenty!"

The old soldier was still saying something, but the old mayor waved his hand and stopped listening to Invi.

Veteran Invi walked into the town and looked at the people eating food on the streets around him.

There were peaceful expressions on their faces.

They had no idea that the crisis was coming.

The old soldier clenched his fists. If it were in the past, he would have left with Dans.

But now, he remembered the demon prince he had killed in the Kingdom of Boren and the brutal giants who had fallen one after another in the city.

"What a hassle! I'm not good at this kind of thing..."

The old soldier was not a good communicator. When he was at the mayor's house, he tried to persuade him several times, but his poor language skills made it impossible for him to convince the stubborn old mayor.

"Your name is... Brother Yinwei, right?"

The fat townsman next to him noticed the gloom on Yinwei's face, thought for a moment, patted the old soldier on the shoulder and said, "Well, I also think that with the Angel of Plenty here, there won't be any problems.

But... I don't think you're the type to exaggerate."

The fat townsman rolled his eyes, smiled and said, "But even if nothing happens, going to Sweet won't be a bad thing. Let me tell you, I have an idea——"

……

Many townspeople gathered in the town square.

In the crowd, the veteran stood there, and the fat townsman next to him was talking and laughing with others.

"Mr. Invi, what you said about Sweet...the Angel of Plenty, is that true?!"

A townsman asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, my two companions are the saints there. They have made a decision regarding the Angel of Plenty."

The old soldier said this seriously, his serious face looked extremely credible.
"Sweet City is currently gathering cooks from across the plains to create the perfect dish. This delicacy was meticulously crafted by a hundred saints and imbued with the power of the angels—"

Everyone can enjoy it.”

The old soldier paused, his tone clear enough for the townspeople outside to hear clearly.

"But now, the tasting may only last until tonight. After today, it's not certain when we can eat it again!

After all, that delicacy is just a trial now."

Beside him, the fat townsman also patted his chest and assured:

"Yes, I testify that he really just came from Sweet, and his companion is indeed a saint!"

Afterwards, the fat townsman described the appearance of Lake and Poro. In the Fertile Plains, there are not many people who become saints at any one time, and now, the Holy Selection Ceremony of Lake and Poro is not far away.

So when I said that, many people recalled——

"Oh, I remembered!"

"Yes, I remember that the two saints did come with this guy!"

"Yes, I remember the dishes they made then...the kind I've never tasted before!"

During the discussion, many townspeople soon recalled the story and happily told each other the story.

Of the things the veteran said, most of them are true, and people can prove that they are true. Only the most critical part, which is to induce people to go to Sweet City, is false.

Getting more townspeople to go to Sweet is part of the veterans' plan.

"Is this really possible..."

Seeing many townspeople go home to pack their luggage and leave, veteran Invi was also stunned.

He wasn't sure if the excuse of "perfect cooking" was really useful.

After all, it is not reasonable to say that such a frivolous excuse would attract anyone. Even if they believed it, how many people would start the journey just to have a bite to eat?

But it is obvious that the townspeople of the Fertile Plains are very different from those in the outside world.

They didn't need to bring much food to set off, and Sweet City was not too far from this small town.

more importantly……

For some reason, the people here have an obsession with "food" that is almost obsessive!

The longer you stay, the more this is the case!

Soon, people spread the news.

In the small town, the number of townspeople decreased rapidly, leaving only a few people who were not very mobile.

"coming soon."

Veteran Invi, looking ahead at the unharvested rice fields, suddenly spoke.

He looked at the fat townsman beside him and said, "You should leave as well. Leave this town. It's not so safe here anymore."

"Okay, I'll go too. It just so happens that I can bring my new snacks and communicate with other cooks."

The fat townsman said this, smiled, and turned around to follow the crowd out of the town.

The veteran looked at the people who were packing up and getting ready to set off, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, quite a few people have survived.

But at this moment, he saw the old mayor from before, walking towards him angrily with several armed soldiers, and he shouted something to a family who was packing their luggage.

Then, the family seemed to give up the idea of ​​leaving and returned to the house.

"What are you doing?!"

The old mayor walked up to Invi and pointed at her, saying, "What on earth do you want to do by spreading such rumors? When I saw you carrying those weapons, I thought you were a good person.

Now it seems that you are a robber!"

"I'm not a robber."

Invi looked at the two guards behind the old mayor and the weapons in their hands without any fear on her face.

Although the guards were tall due to long-term overeating, most of their bodies were fat that had not been exercised.

The veteran's words are still concise and to the point:

"The dance epidemic is real. I resorted to this desperate measure to save more people."

"Humph, even the Saints haven't brought such news, how can it be your turn?"

The old mayor didn't give any explanation. He waved his hand and directed the two guards to step forward, pointing their weapons at Yinwei, "You'd better leave the Fertile Plains now. You are not welcome here!

If you resist, and wait for the Saint to arrive with the guards of the Angel of Plenty, then you can't leave easily! "

As the mayor spoke, the scattered townspeople gathered around him also started to accuse him:

"Yeah, shouldn't a saint be the one to inform about this kind of thing?"

"Exactly. And... what's this dance plague? Isn't that just a legend?"

"The Fertile Plains are protected by the Angel of Fertile, so nothing can happen!"

"Hey, luckily I didn't leave, otherwise I would have to walk again and would have missed out on so much delicious food!"

Veteran Invi frowned. He didn't want to fight with these ordinary people.

He tried to explain, but these people, like the old mayor, simply did not believe that there would be any danger. Compared with the possible danger, they would rather go to Sweet for an illusory "perfect dish".

These people...are not right?

The veteran thought of the abnormal candy castle and felt a little uneasy about Sweet.

But there was no time left. Compared to the possible hidden crisis, the veteran paid more attention to the wild dancer he had seen before.

"I think it's best for you to leave town and go to Sweet. It's not too far away."

Veteran Invi tried to speak again helplessly.

"Humph, you deceived the people in this town and still..."

But the old mayor showed no sign of disbelief at this time. He waved his hand and the two guards took another step forward!
But at this moment, the old soldier's face changed, and a hint of scarlet flashed in the depths of his eyes. He looked past the few people and into the distance -

A red dot slowly emerged from the stone road in the middle of the wheat field in the distance.

"That's too late."

The old soldier murmured.

In front of him, the remaining townspeople, the old mayor, and the two guards were stunned by the old soldier's sudden change in expression. They wanted to say something, but their bodies began to twitch uncontrollably!
It’s as if all the meridians and muscles in the body are possessed by the devil!
"How is my body—"

"I can't seem to control my legs anymore, and I suddenly want to... dance?"

"Why?!"

After that, their last bit of will broke like a guitar string.

Under the influence of these abnormal foods for a long time, their willpower is much more fragile than that of ordinary people.

And thinking about what the veteran Yin Wei just said about the "dance epidemic", everyone was horrified.

"Sir, save...save me..."

Those people looked at the veteran Yin Wei and spoke with difficulty.

The old soldier did not answer, but just shook his head, and then his figure disappeared into the air.

The old mayor, as well as several frantically dancing guards and civilians, received invisible heavy blows on the back of their necks in the next few seconds and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

Then, at the entrance of the town, the carriage that symbolized madness slowly drove in.

All the townspeople who were still in the town came out of their houses and danced wildly without any reason.

Tables and cakes on both sides of the street were knocked over and scattered.

The people dancing wildly were covered in blood.

There was a look of panic on their faces.

At first, their mouths can still move.

Various cries for help and sobs came one after another, but as time went on, their faces began to twitch and they could only make some... weird sounds.

It was more like some kind of insane laughter than crying.

"Huh... I just hope the situation over at Sweet isn't too bad."

Invi muttered, tightening his grip on the pistol at his waist, but he knew that he could do nothing alone.

In my mind, I was thinking about the appearances of Poro and Lake.

"There are still many people affected by the dance epidemic. I must return to Sweet City... and inform them of this as soon as possible!"

In the crowd, there was also a saint wearing gold and white clothes, which made Invi's heart sink.

"Whether this 'Angel of Plenty' is the same one I saw before...

Her saints are not immune to the influence!"

(End of this chapter)