Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Chapter 36

After passing through the forest, we arrived at the volcanic ruins.

Looking up from the snow-capped foot of the mountain, you can see the top of the mountain near the edge of the crater, growing clusters of plants with flame-like roots and leaves that gradually turn lime gray-this is ash grass.

Searle got off Lancelot's back, and the steward climbed up while recalling, "It was still an active volcano back then. His Majesty the King invited the best craftsmen in the country to use the volcano as a furnace and forge an ashes stone for His Highness. A set of light armor was originally intended to be given to you as a coming-of-age gift, but it was not completed until the day you left. Later, the palace was destroyed, and the set of light armor was left here. I am afraid that it has not been..."

Lancelot's words stopped abruptly, because they saw a gray-black fox on the top of the volcanic ruins, wandering around the crater, looking inside from time to time, as if looking for something.

Searle and Lancelot lightened their steps and walked up to the fox before Searle asked, "What are you looking for here?"

The gray-black fox suddenly turned to look at him, then turned around and ran away as if frightened.

Searle: "..."

He was afraid that his head was showing off, and he actually talked to a fox.

Even Lancelot didn't have the ability to speak human words when he was a cub, let alone an ordinary gray fox.

Syl took a few steps to catch up, but the fox ran too fast, and jumped to the foot of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Several ice nails fell from the sky, nailing the gray fox to the snow with precision.

The gray fox fluttered its short legs, and while struggling, it raised its head to the sky and howled, "Wow——".

Searle: "..." So that's what the fox calls?

"That's not a purebred fox." Lancelot seemed a little embarrassed, and explained, "It should be a hybrid with a wolf."

Most of the people who are still living in Nathaniel are orc tribes who are born with fur to keep out the cold, except for a few humans who are close to the border of the country. The orcs are extremely aggressive. It can be said that it is not surprising to see mixed races of any race in the orc tribe.

The gray fox was immobilized by the ice nails, so the two walked slowly down the mountain, but halfway there, a scene that surprised them appeared - the gray fox's hair gradually turned white, and finally turned into snow Generally silvery white, and Lancelot's ice nails also pulled themselves out of the ground.

The white fox, who had regained his freedom, looked very angry, his back arched and his hair stood up, and he yelled at Lancelot vigilantly, "Aww—" and then manipulated the ice nails to shoot at the two of them.

Syl instinctively dodged to the side and dodged the attack.

Although he still can't remember how to summon the sword and use his own ability, but part of his body's fighting instinct seems to have been awakened.

As for Lancelot—the ice-type attacks didn't work against him at all.

The white fox widened his blue eyes, as if he couldn't believe that his attack didn't cause any damage to the two of them, "Wow woo woo—"

Hearing its childish, angry and somewhat strange cry, Syl couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh.

Lancelot's movements softened, and he didn't launch an attack to imprison it. Instead, he opened his arms and slowly walked towards the fox whose appearance was very similar to the Silver Snow Fox. A voice that only foxes can understand.

The white fox seemed to understand what Lancelot was saying, and the bristling hair fell down one by one. He tilted his head to look at him, and took two tentative steps forward.

Lancelot stopped in front of the fox, squatted down and gently held the white fox's paw, shaking it up and down.

The white fox came up to sniff Lancelot, but didn't smell the familiar scent of a fox, so he stared suspiciously, and after hearing what the man in front of him said in that strange voice, he seemed to finally let go He raised his vigilance, raised his furry face, narrowed his eyes into two crooked eyes, and showed a big smile.

This white fox looks very similar to Lancelot when he was a child. Searle couldn't help but imagine in his head how the slender and handsome butler once made this expression to himself...

So cute.

Who can stand this?

Syl felt that his blood tank was emptied in an instant, and he was not far from dying on the spot.

So he couldn't control it, and stepped forward to pluck two handfuls of fox fur.

"It feels really...!"

In just a moment, Lancelotson's cold eyes gouged out on the back of Searle's hand like ice knives.

He quickly withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted, and was cowardly.

"It's just... so-so, Mr. Housekeeper feels comfortable."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch the back of Lancelot's hand comfortingly, and nodded vigorously to express his affection.

Lancelot's icy face softened a little, but at this moment, the white fox changed again, its limbs stretched out into slender white hands and legs, and its silver-white hair changed into a head of straight hair. Even the pointed fox face turned into the beautiful face of a human girl, and nine, yes, nine furry tails spread out behind her.

Syl was stunned: "..."

There was a flash of surprise in Lancelot's eyes at first, and then his face became even more ugly.

Searle immediately noticed the change in Mr. Housekeeper's mood, and immediately took two steps back to avoid suspicion, and raised his hand to cover his eyes: "I don't look at other foxes."

Seeing his reaction, the girl thought that her phantom figure was not wearing any clothes, so she lowered her head to check... She was dressed well?Still wrapped tightly?

It is indeed very tight. Nathaniel has been under low temperature all year round, and her human form wrists and ankles are covered with a circle of silver-white fluff.

"Are you Silver Snow Fox?"

Hearing Lancelot communicate with her in human language, Syl subconsciously pricked up his ears.

This shows that this fox can understand human language, but maybe his question just now was too abrupt and scared it.

"I... don't count." The girl said, "My mother is Yinxuehu, and my father is the wolf king...but he doesn't recognize me as his child and drives me and my mother out of the tribe."

"Not long after I was kicked out of the tribe, my mother passed away. She was worried about me. Before she died, she told me that there was a powerful armor here, and asked me to find a way to take it away and protect myself."

Lancelot was silent for a moment, then asked aloud, "Did your mother tell you...the whereabouts of the other silver snow foxes?"

The girl shook her head, "Mom said, she is the only purebred silver snow fox. When bad guys came to the snow mountain to hunt, she happened to be near the dragon's lair, so she hid in and escaped. , but then... the dragon also died, leaving only her and an unhatched dragon egg in the cave."

"Nathaniel was freezing cold, and the dragon egg lost its parents, and it was unknown when it would break its shell. My mother stayed in the cave to take care of it for a period of time, but couldn't stand the worsening environment, and even the food became worse. So rare that she had to leave the cave and join the tribe of werewolves."

Werewolves are a kind of brutal orcs. They often invade other races and leave their own offspring, but they will not allow foreigners with impure blood to stay in the tribe.

At that time, there were still hunters looking for Yinxue fox in the snow mountains from time to time. In order to avoid the hunters and gain a place in the werewolf tribe, the mother Yinxue fox dyed her fur black, and cast the blinding magic of the fox clan. Pretend to be a wolf, join the pack of wolves, and marry the wolf king.

But on the day the cub was born, Mother Silver Snow Fox was too weak to use magic to conceal the fox cub's appearance—the little gray fox had nine tails.

The Yinxue foxes have always kept their blood pure. If she hadn't been desperate, she would not have married the wolf clan, and she didn't know that the combination of Yinxuehu's blood and the powerful wolf king's blood would give birth to such a little guy.

The blood of Yinxuehu and Wolf King flowed in her body at the same time, and the nine tails symbolized a strong talent. She will transform into a human girl with nine tails. She didn't fully master this ability until she was an adult, and she can control it freely.

But in the Wolf King's view, this little guy's powerful talent has nothing to do with him - he thought he was wearing a green hat.

The werewolves in the tribe drove mother Yinxuehu and the cub out of the tribe without saying a word.

In fact, they did not kill the mother and daughter in accordance with the clan rules, which is already an exception.

"I usually use a blindfold to turn my tail into one." The fox girl shook her nine tails, with a slightly proud expression on her face.

"..." Lancelot sighed.

This cub is obviously very well protected by his mother's side. Although he is basically wary of strangers, he tends to relax easily. It is easy to gain her trust.

In a sense, this temperament is somewhat similar to his highness.

"What's your name?"

"Tiffany."

"We will protect you in the future, okay?" Lancelot held out a hand to her.

Tiffany blinked.

She was new to the world, and Lancelot made her feel kind instinctively. Moreover, those deep, aurora-like eyes concealed a seductive power that made people want to get close to him involuntarily.

So Tiffany was only in a daze for a moment, and then put her hand on Lancelot's palm.

"..." Seeing this scene through the cracks of his fingers, Syl felt a little uncomfortable.

This nasty Mr. housekeeper, he was not allowed to pet the fox, but he shook hands and paw-to-paw with the female creature.

Such gentle movements, such a gentleman's posture, how could he feel that he was not treated like this.

Searle put down his hands and walked forward angrily, when Lancelot said kindly to Tiffany, "Uncle."

Searle: "..."

Forget it, forget it, he won't be jealous of Little Fox's niece.

But somehow still feeling very upset, His Royal Highness dropped his uncles and nephews, walked back to the top of the volcano step by step, and bent down to collect ashes.

【Acquire Ash Grass X1】

Syl's mood finally brightened.

It is still a sense of accomplishment to collect the Tao, and he is not uncommon for Lancelot's big fox hoof.

After collecting the ashes, he went to the crater and looked inside. The bottom was full of red magma, but he didn't find the light armor that Lancelot said.

Syl lay down and wanted to take a closer look, but found that the originally calm magma suddenly rolled up, bubbling, and a vortex appeared in the center, expanding continuously...

The center of the vortex gradually revealed a stone gray color.

At first Syl thought it was the rock at the bottom of the lava, but it wasn't until the gray color gradually rose that he realized something was wrong.

What slowly emerged from the depths of the volcano was a piece of armor, cast from ashes and rough stones, thin but with strong defensive power, light armor prepared for swordsmen—it was also an adult gift from the king to His Royal Highness the prince .

Tiffany's mother only knew that there was a lost armor here, but she didn't know that no one else could take it away except His Royal Highness.

It hides in the depths of the volcano, waiting for the arrival of its master.

The light armor rose from the crater, suspended in front of Syl, the rough surface of the ashes was smoothed by the magma, the forged surface slightly reflected the light of snow, and Syl's blurred face.

Syl stretched out his hand and carefully touched the surface of the light armor, but he didn't feel the scorching heat he imagined.

[Obtain epic equipment: Armor of Ashes (not equipped)]

"Your Highness." Lancelot appeared behind him, "Have you got the gift from the king?"

Syl was still a little upset, so he responded angrily, "Yes."

"What's wrong?" Lancelot bent down and looked into Syl's eyes.

His eyes were clear, and he could never hide his emotions, so he was immediately noticed by the housekeeper.

"Your Highness is unhappy?" Lancelot asked, "Why?"

Seale was an honest boy, so he answered honestly: "You and Tiffany are holding hands."

Lancelot was startled for a moment, then laughed, "According to the fox's generation, I am her elder."

"And I held Tiffany's hand to feel the purity of her blood... This child's blood is very rare, even more noble than Yinxuehu and Wolf King. If I use her blood to prepare the antidote, it is estimated that one drop will be enough It has ten times the effect of ordinary silver snow fox serum."

Syl frowned: "So you wanted to use her serum?"

"Yes." Lancelot said without hesitation, "I'll let her go back to her nest to pack her things first, and come here to wait for us tomorrow morning, and leave Nathaniel together and go back to Karami." Syl shook his head with a straight face. "That's your niece, we can't use her."

"This is not called using." Lancelot said, "Her blood is very effective. We only need to extract a little to prepare the antidote, and it won't have much effect."

"Besides, isn't His Highness the best at feeding foxes? With you here, I'm sure I'll be able to make up for it in a few days."

"However," Syl still felt a little inappropriate, "I think she trusts you very much, so we..."

"If Your Highness doesn't like it, don't do it." Lancelot stopped him, "I will do these things."

"This is what I really look like. In order to achieve my goal, I can use any method, including using other people's trust... and various methods that His Highness is not ashamed of."

Syl was stunned in place, looking at Lancelot's cold black pupils, his brows and eyes trembling slightly.

"Afraid?"

"Do not……"

How can you be afraid?He was just thinking that if he hadn't left back then, his little fox might not have had to bear these things, and he wouldn't have become what he is today.

But as Lancelot said...he was too naive, always has been.

Whether it was the undefeated little prince who was born with the sword of judgment in the past, or the current Syl.

He thought that he could always stand on the side of justice, but he never thought that it would require other people to make sacrifices in places where the light could not be seen.

"Mr. Lancelot." Seale suddenly raised his face.

"Ok?"

"Let me do this. Tomorrow, Tiffany will come. I asked her if she would like to use the serum to save the humans infected by the corpse plague. I think she will be willing."

Lancelot looked at Searle silently for a moment, reaching out to brush the snow off his cloak.

"Okay, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, let's go back."

Syl and Lancelot returned to the dragon ruins before the snowstorm blocked the road.

When passing through the forest, each picked a handful of berries.

Syl took off his cloak and placed the berries beside the grass nest, saying to himself, "Although these berries grow in a harsh environment, they are surprisingly sweet."

He thought that the fruits grown without adequate nutrition would be shriveled and bitter.

Lancelot said softly, "I remember His Highness liked this berry very much in the past."

When the little prince sees something he likes, there will be stars in his beautiful eyes, so Lancelot still remembers his preferences clearly.

The appropriateness that Syl felt was actually largely due to Lancelot's understanding of him. As for the temperature - Mr. Steward couldn't feel it at all, and Nathaniel was not so cold before, and the little prince has always been Only wearing a dress.

"Mr. Steward is awesome." Syl didn't know what he had eaten, but he wanted to reach out to stroke Lancelot's hair, but was stopped by Mr. Steward halfway.

He held up the hand that was gently held, and continued, "We need a good reward."

"Oh, reward." Lancelot smiled softly, but Seale somehow felt creepy.

Suddenly, a flame shot out from the palm of the man in front of him, as if reminding him of something.

"Uh... this." Syl was speechless for a moment, subconsciously dodged back, and was pressed into the soft grass nest by Lancelot.

The warm tongue licked his earlobe, and at that moment, Syl realized deeply that the person in him was no longer the little fox who was treated as a meal in the past, but...

"Mr. Lancelot..." Searle panted slightly, "Your thoughts are indeed very evil."

Lancelot raised his eyes, looked at Searle's trembling eyelashes, and said in a light voice, "Isn't Your Highness not afraid?"

Syl closed his eyes tightly, but he was bitten gently on the side of his neck, which seemed to remind him of what he had said, "I still want to hear it?"

"I think the timing is right now." Lancelot smiled, lowered his head and grabbed the end of the black ribbon of Searle's bow tie, and slowly pulled it down. This knot was tied by him for His Highness, and now he will also tie it. untie.

"You can have a good discussion with His Highness about my evil thoughts."

He crushed a purple berry and rubbed the sweet juice on Seale's lips.

Lancelot covered it, and licked it gently as if tasting fine wine, while his fingers, which were still stained with purple juice, smeared it to other places.

Searle was wrapped in the scorching heat of his body, and warmly snorted, and asked vaguely: "Mr. Lancelot... what are you going to do?"

Lancelot's original thin and gentle kiss had turned into licking and biting. He seemed unable to restrain his rough behavior, so he had to step back temporarily, and buried himself in Syl's neck, panting, with a hoarse voice, "Dirty you."

"Your Highness, I want to dirty you, I want to hear you cry and beg for mercy, and then kiss your flushed eyes... Did you hear that? That's what I want."

"You shouldn't wait for the little fox to grow up." Lancelot bent his eyes. At that moment, Searle seemed to really see a sly fox wagging its tail and asking for a reward from him.

"Foxes are also beasts, and beasts... will eat up His Royal Highness, not even bones left."