Chapter 1226 Delicious Bird
In the first–floor corridor, a small figure was seen moving items with a blank. expression. He occasionally looked up at Dalton, silently asking when he could finally meet Wynter.
While the investigators were puzzled by Wolf’s presence, they were astounded by his remarkable strength. He appeared unable to speak, communicating with gestures instead.
The investigators glanced at the wine barrel beside him, wondering how he managed to lift it with one hand. Were the laws of physics being defied? Was he the mighty Hercules?
Wolf merely ignored the gazes that fell on him. He recalled waking up in a hot spring pool deep within the forest. It felt nice, but he was hungry.
Wolf stomped in frustration and checked his teeth in the water’s reflection. After confirming his condition, he glanced around the forest.
There wasn’t a single soul in sight except for a bunch of spirits. To his dismay, the spirits retreated fearfully whenever he took a step forward.
As a renowned hacker, Wolf was heavily dependent on electronic devices. He nearly flew into a rage upon finding his Apple watch removed. Although he was unsure of his current whereabouts, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Following Wynter’s advice, Wolf refrained from eating indiscriminately. When he attempted to ask for directions, the spirits scattered in fear.
After a long chase, he finally learned that he was at Mt. Etna, though the name didn’t sound appetizing to him.
As Wolf was thinking of an exit, he noticed a crow landing on a tree branch. His initial instinct was to grill the delicious–looking bird.
To his surprise, the crow suddenly spoke and instructed him to head to
Hawford.
Wolf tucked the talking crow into his pocket, intending to present it to Wynter. He entertained the idea of having the crow sing for Wynter before grilling it–a fitting end for such an extraordinary bird.
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Unbeknownst to Wolf, his every thought had been overheard by the crow. Despite being a mythical beast, he could only fold his wings and cower quietly in Wolf’s pocket. The crow dreaded that Wolf might snap his wings in half.
In terms of sheer strength, the crow stood no chance against Wolf.
When Dalton ordered him to fetch Wolf, the crow had strongly expressed his refusal. Though Wolf had gained a human conscience, all he could think about was food.
As the crow struggled inside the pocket, he attempted to signal Dalton for freedom.
Upon detecting the crow’s movement, Wolf instantly cast a glance at him. His round eyes gazed adorably at the crow, but his mind was set on knocking the crow unconscious for his defiance.
When the crow was left speechless, Dalton finally spoke, “Put down the barrel and stand here. Let’s see if the camera captures you.”
Dalton held a white handkerchief against his nose. His thick eyelashes fluttered, giving off an indescribable presence.
Anyone else striking that pose would have appeared feminine, yet Dalton’s tall figure and well–fitted suit lent him an air of reserved elegance.
He resembled a young underboss who had returned from overseas in times past, attracting lingering gazes from those around him.
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