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Illya was stunned for a moment, thinking that Miyu was thanking her for speaking up for her. She picked up the fruit plate, but before she could start eating, she saw Miyu grab another box of snacks from the table.

"Illya, snack."

Ah, okay. "

Immediately afterwards, Miyu looked around, and actually jumped off the chair despite the warning, ran to Shuoyue and stretched out her hand. The young man seemed to understand her silent urging, and touched Miyu's head with a smile and gave her a big bag of snacks.

Illya just looked at Meiyou in bewilderment as she walked back and stuffed the snacks she had 'grabbed' into her arms.

"Illya, these are delicious..."

That's enough!

The corners of Illya's mouth twitched, and she helplessly grabbed her good friend who was trying to please her: "Miyu, don't be like this, no, even if you put on a puzzled expression..."

That's enough.

Xiao Hei, who was watching from the sidelines, silently withdrew his gaze, and would never admit that he felt a little envious and jealous at a certain moment...

Besides, even if Illya can't see your guilt, the eyes of the public are sharp, Miyu!

"Ahem." There was nothing Xiao Hei could do, so he could only cough deliberately to forcefully draw some people's attention back, "It's my turn now, so, here are my opinions..."

Just as Shuoyue expected, after a round of baptism, everyone has matured a lot. Xiao Hei is as cunning as ever. He did not discuss Miyu's problem, but brought up the old things again, putting Draco's actions back in the spotlight and raising questions.

"What's more, if Sister Draco is a prophet, then how did Sister Ritsuka die?" She paused and said what the werewolf camp had discussed early in the morning.

"I feel like it's time for the witch to step forward. You must have used potions these past two days, whether poison or antidote. Shouldn't you give us some hints so that we can see the situation more clearly?"

Is it to allow you werewolves to see the target more clearly?

Shuoyue leaned back in his chair, a smile of unknown depth hanging from his lips.

Now, the fourth werewolf has also been found, that's Xiao Hei... I didn't expect that there would be so many werewolves around Illya.

There was a big omission in Xiao Hei's speech. Although others might not notice it, Shuoyue certainly would not miss it.

That is, what basis did she have to say that the witch had used drugs?

Only the werewolves knew that they did it every night, and that the people they killed every night were rescued!

Only the werewolf knew that Ritsuka was killed by a witch or a dream catcher, but the target was rescued or protected!

"The difference between the Werewolf card and the Good Guy card is that the Werewolf card always accidentally reveals what he has done."

Draco's whisper came from the side, and it was obvious that she was also aware of Xiao Hei's problem. Shuoyue looked at her, and everything was said without words.

To be honest, with the existence of the new moon, Draco's identity as a prophet has been infinitely weakened - of course, for the good camp, this is a good thing, a very good thing.

Of course, the most dangerous person now is not Xiao Hei, but Draco.

"I agree with the opinions of the previous speakers." Even Tamamonomae, who always maintained a neutral stance, couldn't help but speak up at this moment, "In my opinion, there is a high possibility that Draco is a werewolf."

"He killed the prophet in order to win, but the Dream Catcher misjudged the fight between the two prophets on the first day and protected the wrong person, which led to the death of our Master. As for Draco's behavior of killing Miyu, it can also be understood that the werewolf sacrificed the werewolf to build a platform in order to confirm Draco's identity."

In order to ensure the authenticity of the prophet, the werewolf team would indeed do such a thing. After all, compared to the punishment of the entire camp, the sacrifice of one person is much better.

Miyu's behavior was already suspicious enough, but Tamamonomae's words made people focus again on the issue of Draco. If nothing unexpected happened, the person voted in today would be between the two of them.

Now, it is the turn of No. 7, Altria, to speak.

"First of all, I apologize for my recklessness yesterday." Altria's cyan eyes were full of seriousness. "Although Sir Mordred was targeting me, the rejection of my identity also had an impact on me."

Regardless of the risk of being suspected of being a werewolf, Daimao so frankly admitted the special nature of his identity. He then said, "In addition, I choose to believe the evidence given by Draco. Of course, this is not because she has a close relationship with Lord Shuoyue."

"As for the reason——"

The Knight King stood straight, sitting upright on the chair, as if he was presiding over a round table decision, and said in a shocking voice:

"There is only one, and that is that I choose to trust my intuition!"

Dai Mao looked so serious that her remarks went around in people's minds for a few seconds before they began to seem absurd.

Intuition? What intuition? The legendary seventh sense?

Of course, some people quickly realized what Altria meant.

Chapter 359 You are the traitor, Illya!

Chapter 360 You are the traitor, Illya!

Intuition: A

This is the ability to determine the "best action for oneself" in an instant during battle, and Altria's attainments in this area can even reach the realm of "predicting the future."

In the face of this level of 'intuition', even logic is pale and powerless.

People's words, expressions, and actions can deceive judgment and disrupt logic, but A-level intuition will break through the fog of knowledge and reach the end.

The servants present were admittedly novices in Werewolf, but they were also heroes of renown. The so-called rules could only fetter mortals, how could they constrain the poems that have been passed down to this day?

Just like Jeanne's 'Revelation', Diarmuid's 'Mind's Eye (True)' and Altria's 'Intuition', these are skills honed on the battlefield, but are just as useful in Werewolf.

"Thank you very much for Lord Shuoyue's reminder." Artoria said with a smile, "It seems that I can give full play to my intuition in the future."

Damn it, is this woman so confident? Why use your poor brain to think carefully?

Xiao Hei had a blank expression on his face, and was cursing inside.

This kind of trick is really cheating. No matter how eloquent the werewolves' words are, Dai Mao will just ignore them. Her intuition can give the answer anyway.

The only thing the werewolf camp can be thankful for now is that she is not a prophet, and the real prophet is playing badly, so the good camp has not united to wipe them out in a short time.

Xiao Hei was thinking and secretly exchanging glances with his teammates.

The target tonight must be Draco, but tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we have to consider cleaning out Altria.

In any case, with Altria's endorsement, Miyu's sacrifice today was inevitable. They lost two wolves in one day and one night, but no one from the good camp died. There was no need to say which was better.

The following contestants naturally had no doubt about Dai Mao's ability, and their speeches were once again one-sided. In the end, Shuo Yue, the police chief, gave his routine summary speech.

"It seems that the situation is very clear, so let me deduce what happened at night."

Shuoyue's ability in logical deduction was unanimously recognized. Upon hearing his words, everyone became excited and listened to his speech.

"I believe everyone thinks so - it was the werewolves who killed people last night, and the good camp did nothing or failed to rescue them. Of course, this is the most likely option."

Shuoyue leaned back in his chair, his posture extremely relaxed, his confident look reminiscent of the armchair detective created by Baroness Oshiz.

"But now the situation is clear. My king's intuition needs no further explanation. Ritsuka's identity as a werewolf has been confirmed. In other words, this assumption is wrong. In this case, we might as well bring the perspective of the Dream Catcher into deduction."

"Like I said before, putting aside the identity of the game, Ritsuka, as the Master, has been the focus of attention from the beginning. In this case, will the Dream Catcher choose to protect the Master on the first night?"

Upon hearing this, Mashu was the first to agree. After thinking for a moment, the others also nodded. Seeing this, Shuoyue smiled and continued:

"So, will the dream catcher who realizes that there is something wrong with the Master during the day choose to believe that Draco is a prophet, choose to catch the dream twice, and kill Ritsuka?"

There is no doubt that this is possible.

"It's impossible for a werewolf to give up killing people, so the one who died was saved by the witch. After all, the first night was Christmas Eve. I'm afraid that Ritsuka tried to stab himself but was stopped by the dream catcher."

As the dream catcher, Shuoyue easily deduced the "truth". Although to others it was just one of many "viewpoints" put forward, it was also the most convincing one.

"So Draco is a true prophet, and Ritsuka, who is a werewolf, died instead. Add to that Altria's intuitive judgment, and I think this is the most reasonable process."

With these words, Shuoyue concluded his speech.

The voting results are also very obvious, with Meiyou far ahead in the number of votes.

[Player No. 3 is out, please leave a last message]

Illya, I'm sorry." Miyu's first words were to apologize to Illya.

"Yeah~ It's okay, it's just a game, don't take it too seriously." Illya took Miyu's hand affectionately, then squinted at Xiao Hei, "But, this guy is hard to say."

"Why are you looking at me?" Xiao Hei was shocked, but still showed a look of disgust and glared at Illya.

The two stared at each other for a long time before Illya looked away and snorted.

"Forget it. I can't be surrounded by werewolves."

Miyu was about to say something, but Xiao Hei stopped her with his eyes, then he moved closer to Illya and gave a sly smile: "Of course, our friendship is indestructible."

"Even though I say that..." Illya looked blankly and finally chose to believe Xiao Hei, "Well, our friendship is indestructible!"

Illya spoke so confidently, but she didn't know that the new moon and Draco in the distance were both looking at her with pity.

When everyone around you is a traitor, you'd better consider that you might be the traitor.jpg

Illya thought that Miyu was the traitor.

In fact, all of them.

There are a lot of treacherous ministers and rebels in Three Kingdoms, sports drinks are full of stimulants, and when you play Werewolf, there are werewolves everywhere!

Who is the inner ghost?

You are the traitor, Illya!

After the discussion session ended, everyone was already prepared for the upcoming dark night session, chatting and laughing as they prepared dinner.

After Tamamonomae's carefully prepared meal was once again defeated gorgeously by Sakutsuki, everyone who had eaten and drunk their fill returned to the house, lay on the bed, and closed their eyes peacefully.

[Please close your eyes when it gets dark]

An invisible hand reached out and gently blocked the light of this world.

[Werewolf, please open your eyes and choose your target]

[Werewolf, please close your eyes]

[Dream photographer, please open your eyes and choose a player to become a sleepwalker]

Shuoyue opened his eyes, but this time he did not make a choice immediately. Instead, he fell into thought.

Who will the werewolf kill tonight?

Draco, whose identity as a prophet is confirmed, is one of them, but considering her personality of saying nothing except providing information, her danger level is actually not high.

One of them is Altria, who has a perverted intuition, but intuition must be based on certain intelligence. Moreover, Mordred is not present in today's discussion. Otherwise, referring to the first day, there would be no time for Ainz and her son to fight with each other.

So... could it be me?

Sakutsuki is not bragging, but he was the one who deduced that Ritsuka was a werewolf, and he was also the one who reminded Altria of her intuition. Not to mention that as the sheriff, every time he spoke, he brought people one step closer to the truth...

Judging from contribution alone, Shuoyue is undoubtedly much better than the slacking Prophet and the distracted Altria.

If Shuoyue dies, the person photographed by the dreamer will also be eliminated.

If Shuoyue protects Draco or Altria, the good camp will lose two good cards in succession, which is not worth the loss.

So what should he do? Should he protect the prophet or Altria at the risk of killing both of them, or should he just give up defense and capture the enemy's dreams, so that they can die together?

After much deliberation, Shuoyue finally made a choice.

[Player No. 13 has been selected]

[Dream photographer please close your eyes]

[Witch, please open your eyes. The person who died last night was ▉▉▉. Please choose to use poison/antidote]

[Witch, please close your eyes]

【Its daybreak】

Chapter 360: Miyu Maid, a grand replica!

Chapter 361: Miyu Maid, a grand replica!

During the day, the construction work continued as usual.

Everyone who had ulterior motives in Werewolf calmed down and threw themselves into a new round of construction with enthusiasm. Among them, Shuoyue was the first to bear the brunt and paid the price for slacking off with Draco and others yesterday.

The resentful Li Xiang turned into an overseer, with her hands on her hips, just short of waving a small whip in her hand. Under her supervision, vegetable fields, grain fields, and pastures took shape one after another. With the camp as the center, the man-made scenery spread out and gradually merged with the surroundings to form a miracle called "civilization."

“I think we should start working on something called infrastructure.”

After the bird ranch was completed, Altria, who had been helping silently, said, "We are already familiar with how to purchase materials. Because of this, if we can build a road to transport materials, we can further improve efficiency."

As if she was recalling the past when she built the city of Camelot from scratch, Altria's expression was gentle, but her every move was filled with the dignified bearing of a king.

The Knight King was watching the new Chalk City rising from the ground, while Mordred stared in trance at the king he once supported.

As the breeze blew by, the same emotions flowed on two identical faces, and the swaying golden hair was like waves of wheat at autumn harvest, like the sunlight falling on a corner of the city.