"What!?" Harry was very surprised, he couldn't imagine what happened to Satasha's sister, \'Go find her quickly\', Harry kept repeating this sentence in his head.

Just as he was about to leave, Goatman suddenly grabbed Harry's arm, "Little brat, tell me about this Dais... hiccup!"

Harry almost spilled the milk in his hand.

"It's the Dais you said just now..." Goatman retracted his hand and touched his hair.

"A normal teenage boy in sackcloth clothes and brown hair..." Harry tried his best to remember, and he glanced into the Goatman's eyes. "Oh! The same blue eyes as you..."

Goatman motioned for Harry to continue.

"We rescued him from the trolls...he knew what was going on in the village, oh! He even took us across the river the three brothers crossed!" Harry pulled his robes. He also gave this robe!"

"You must be confused kid," Goatman stared at Harry, as if Harry was the one who was drunk, "I don't know who Dais is, but what I do know is that the three brothers never crossed the river... "

"Never crossed the river?" Harry was really confused.

"Those three disliked **** shouted and caught the werewolf, and suddenly became the heroes of the village. The foolish village chief even made sculptures for them to stand in the park..." The goat man hesitated and said \'The werewolf \' The word, "Flanked by the villagers, they drowned the werewolf in the lake outside the village."

The goat fell silent as he spoke, and suddenly hugged his head, looking very painful, as if he had drunk fake wine, "I remember it like this... The drowned werewolf was a... girl... I don't know her, I don't know her. She..." Goatman started chattering, repeating the sentence \'I don't know\', "It should be like this..."

"And then? Mr. Goatman?" Harry handed the milk in his hand to Goatman and watched Goatman guzzle it.

Goatman calmed down and seemed to be back to normal, "They're dead."

"Who's dead?" Harry swallowed, looking seriously at the Goatman's vicissitudes of life, those blue eyes.

"Almost everyone, death killed them," the goatman said in a normal tone, "except for the eldest of the three brothers, who escaped with a stick... The next morning, I followed the living villagers and buried the corpses in that place. , including that werewolf girl..."

"I remembered that I buried her with my own hands. It was just a 14-year-old girl," Goatman's eyes widened and he suddenly began to cry. "I don't know why they call her a werewolf."

Goatman looked sad and manly weeping.

Harry hurriedly handed over the only handkerchief on his body, and wrote down the one on the nine-nine multiplication table. The goat took it, but didn't use it. He put the handkerchief in his pocket and rudely wiped his tears with his sleeve. "I must be drinking too much, I don't know her at all, why should I cry?"

my handkerchief! Harry frowned, but still failed to make a request to a crying drunk to return the handkerchief, forget it, it was just a handkerchief.

"Come on, kid, go upstairs to sleep," Goatman returned to his drunken appearance, completely missing the sad look just now. Harry even thought it was his own hallucination just now. Maybe Goatman's sadness was just to deceive himself. The handkerchief, and the milk from Mrs. Angel?

Seeing that Harry was still there, the goatman raised his glass and started to chase people, "Go! Kid! Don't disturb my drinking mood! Be careful the werewolf comes to you in the middle of the night!"

Harry could only leave with the dog Sirius, and when he passed the bar, he found that Mrs. Angel had returned with a lock in her hand, as if she wanted to lock the door.

"Why are you still here?" Mrs. An Qi was a little angry, "Little devil, I warned you, you should stay in bed at this time!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs Angie, I'm going to bed right away," Harry scratched his head, looking at the goatman's place. "Does that gentleman live here?"

"Goat guy?" An Qi followed Harry's line of sight and looked over, "That alcoholic has a permanent room here, don't worry about him, but you, go upstairs! Otherwise the werewolf will come to catch you!"

"Why are you so afraid of werewolves?" Harry asked a question that seemed ridiculous to Angel. "What did they do?"

Angie laughed, but quickly stopped smiling, "Your ignorance will make you die kid, werewolves hide in the village, there are people missing every day in our village, children, women, and more outsiders...their corpses At first it only appeared in inconspicuous places, but the werewolves became more and more presumptuous, and the positions of the corpses became more and more conspicuous - even in front of the village chief's house!"

"These werewolves always like to take parts of people and use them as trophies...or eat..." Mrs. Angel looked horrified, "so the corpses they leave are always mutilated-maybe they look at Human suffering\'as a pastime."

"But the goat man said the werewolf has been caught!" Harry held on to the cloak tightly, he was a little nervous, and no one wanted to lose a part or two on his body, "A werewolf girl!"

"Indeed," Mrs. Angel nodded, "but who said there was only one werewolf? Just two months ago, a hungry looking little homeless came to our village, and at that time, the werewolf appeared again! "

"I saw the werewolf with my own eyes, because I was chasing the little tramp at that time - weird black hair, heavy body, but moving very quickly... I picked up the pitchfork on the side and threw it, and the werewolf ran away... "

Mrs. An Qi had lingering fears when she thought of this. She clutched her chest, "Then I watched the little tramp disappear into the forest with a bouncing pot—"

"She's probably the most badass," Mrs. An Qi made the same evaluation as the goat man, "\'The old man who jumped the pot\' always wanted to resurrect his son, maybe this little tramp was the key material in his plan. ."

"Mrs Angel! Why didn't you stop that... little tramp?!" Harry didn't understand. Lady Angel knew that the girl was in danger, but she didn't stop her.

"Why should I stop her?" An Qi had a strange expression on her face, as if Harry was telling a not-so-fun joke, "It would be great if the son of 'Old Man' could be resurrected, In this way, the "Old Man Jumping Pot" can continue to help us..."

"So I didn't say anything."

An Qi tried to continue speaking, but Harry couldn't listen anymore. He frowned and interrupted An Qi, "Ms. An Qi, you let a girl die."

"That's just a dirty little tramp..." Ms. An Qi waved her hand with a look of indifference.

"She has relatives, a sister who has gone to great lengths to find her," Harry stared into An Qi's eyes. "If your relatives are in crisis, would you want someone to pull him at a critical moment?"

Angie shrugs~lightnovelpub.net~kid..." She mumbled, seemingly not taking Harry's words to heart.

Harry didn't want to say any more, and dragged the dog Sirius up the stairs angrily. He was very disappointed in this \'fairy tale\' world.

Harry didn't notice Angie's face as usual, holding the lock tightly in his hand, so strong that he seemed to want the lock to turn into powder.

Angie remembered the afternoon when her husband Max Hall died. The village chief walked into the store with a smile and greeted himself happily, "Angie, have a beer! Oh, I just saw Max going to the store. I went over to the forest and said I was going to pick flowers for you, hahahaha... so stupid, so stupid! How did you endure him?"

"Did you let him go to the flower shop next door?" An Qi came over with a beer.

"How is that possible! Angie, you hate Max too, don't you?"

The village chief's words made An Qi pause, and she suddenly had a bad premonition on that sunny afternoon.

"I didn't say anything."