Chapter 291

The next morning, at a Y-shaped fork, gray looked at the two roads almost together and knocked on the car door.

"Which way?"

"The one on the right!" Carlisle's voice came from inside.

"Master, why did you go to that castle? Most of the things there have been taken away by me. There is nothing valuable anymore. "

Gray drove his horse into the road on the right. "Go and see the beast you made."

He has always had the idea of creating an extraordinary army, but he has studied in Narnia for a long time, but he still has not been able to develop a feasible method. It can only be said that to change a person's blood, in addition to the curse with great side effects, the normal method is difficult to achieve the desired effect.

But the extraordinary arms produced by the curse were not what he wanted, because it was an uncontrollable bomb, which might get out of control at some time.

The werewolves in this world can keep their reason well. Unlike some novels, once they become werewolves, they directly become only fierce beasts.

Of course, the disadvantage of irritability remains.

The beast and the werewolf are similar in other aspects except for their different forms. They have obtained extraordinary power and changed their own forms. The side effect is irritability.

He wants to see if there is anything in common between the two, so that he can go back and continue to study werewolves and build his own extraordinary Legion.

Of course, gray also asked Carlisle if she could make more beasts, but she said that the conditions for the realization of this ceremony are very harsh. According to the Chinese dialect, it is necessary for both time, place and people. Unless it is a coincidence, it is difficult to copy.

The only chance she felt over the years was to attack her majesty. This time, she not only failed, but also compensated herself.

But it's hard to say whether she lost it. After all, she got the new magic she longed for. When she met a man stronger than herself, maybe she made a lot of money.

After all, since she felt that those men were weaker than herself and could crush them with her own hands, she never moved the idea of those normal women.

The carriage went on, and the almost parallel fork that had just split farther and farther until there was no other way to see.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hoofs behind.

"Who else will go here?" With doubt, gray got up from the carriage and looked back.

Familiar horses, familiar people.

Of course, this familiarity is not familiar with each other. Gray knows her, but she doesn't know gray at all.

"No, it shouldn't be this time. Movis should go home now. Why does the plot seem to have begun?" Gray frowned into a stream of words. He can't remember wrong. Roses are flowers in June, which silly girl confirmed.

"Excuse me!" The girl slowed down and shouted anxiously.

The road here is not wide. If you insist on passing quickly, accidents may occur.

Gray looked at Belle, his fingers behind him to the right, and the two horses pulled the carriage to the right, leaving a little room for passage.

"Thank you!" Belle rode to the side of the carriage. With worry in her eyes, she hurried to say thank you and was ready to go.

Seeing that Belle was about to accelerate, gray flashed his eyes and shouted with a little doubt: "Philip?"

For a moment, he thought of several starts and decided to try first. If this didn't work, he would try the next one.

When he shouted, the white horse turned away from Belle and walked to gray, humming and snorting.

"Who are you and how did you know Philip?" Belle took a breath, thought the man might know something, and asked suspiciously.

"My name is gray. Yesterday I met a man whose carriage turned over on the road. His name is movis. Philip is his horse. Who are you?" Gray's expression is very in place, with some doubt and speculation, as if wondering her identity and what relationship she has with movis.

"I'm his daughter. My father didn't come back all night. Only Philip came back, and the reins were broken. Something may have happened to him. Do you know where he is?" Belle asked anxiously.

"No, when I met him yesterday, I invited him to stay, but he said he wanted to go home, so he left early. There should be no danger on this road?" Gray said in surprise.

Although he felt that the time was wrong, he could probably guess what had happened. For the time being, he didn't care so much. First participate and then investigate what happened.

"Can I help you?" After being surprised, gray took the initiative to speak with concern.

"Really?" Belle didn't expect that anyone she met on the road would help herself, but she was anxious to find her father and didn't refuse.

"Of course, movis is a good man. We can talk very well!" Gray nodded.

Gray took off a horse and left another horse to pull the carriage. "Carlisle, there may be danger ahead. Go back in the carriage and wait for me in the town ahead by another way."

"Master, I want to go too." Carlisle cried coyly.

As a witch, she created the strange environment here. Naturally, she is not afraid of evil wolves and beasts.

Gray's face turned black. He didn't expect Carlisle to pit him here, but he quickly responded, "mother said she asked you to take care of me, but you can't do anything all the way. You're not a qualified servant at all. I have to do it myself even when driving. Go back quickly and don't make trouble for me."

Carlisle continued to say something, and suddenly felt a dizziness in her brain.

"Yes!"

Hearing her answer, gray mounted his horse and went to belle.

"My mother is afraid I can't take care of the maid she arranged for me, but she won't do anything." After a casual explanation, gray continued, "let's just go. She's too weak and will drag her back."

After that, he added, "well, in fact, I'll go alone. You can wait for me here."

Belle shook her head directly and insisted, "no, my father doesn't know what happened. I'm going to help him. Don't worry, I'm not a weak woman who can't do anything. "

"Well, I understand your mood." Gray nodded. "Don't worry, I'll protect you and find your father."

"Thank you!"

The two rode side by side. Gray muttered that he wanted to try riding with Belle, but there were some suspects. His Majesty was not that kind of person.

"Philip seems very tired?" Gray looked at Philip under belle.

"He may have run all night!" Belle said in pain. If she hadn't run all night, Philip wouldn't have come home early in the morning.

Gray nodded. "Little Molly, eliminate Philip's fatigue."

Little Molly flew out, her horse was still on the carriage, so gray became a mobile tool.

A green light hit Philip, and his spirit was much better.

"What is this?" Belle looked at little jasmine in disbelief.

"This is the spirit, a symbol of friendship and kindness." Gray explained, "her magic can heal people's wounds and eliminate people's fatigue."

"But Philip is really tired. After finding movis, let him rest as soon as possible. Magic alone can't make him energetic forever."

"I understand, but I need Philip to lead the way!"

"Don't worry. Even if Maurice is accidentally injured, little Molly can cure him. She's very powerful."

Little jasmine raised her chest, nodded proudly, and another ball of light fell on belle. She felt that her nervous mood was relieved.

Later, Carlisle watched the two horses leave from the curtain, muttering and scolding, "animals!"

Then he didn't have the idea of turning around and going to the town. He looked on the car with the magic manual.