Ah Dian spoke on his own and made a hoarse and charming voice: "His Royal Highness Annan seems... he doesn't seem to like me."
"He's just a little afraid of strangers and a little shy."
Dmitri quickly explained: "But Annan is a good boy. If you are familiar with him, you can feel it."
"Don't be so nervous..."
"Bella" couldn't help but smile.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Want to have a drink?"
"Okay."
Dmitri grinned and smiled.
They walked out of the Duke's Palace and walked along the road thinking of somewhere.
Before leaving the Duke's Palace, "Bella" also pulled up her hood - this was to hide her characteristics as a werewolf. The hard hood would cover the werewolf's ears, but the price would definitely be
Not very comfortable.
"Actually, you don't need to wear a hat."
Dmitri couldn't help but whispered: "No one will say anything."
Bella shook her head: "I don't want to be their tool to attack you."
She said, following Dmitri quietly like an assassin.
Then she suddenly came forward and hugged Dmitri's right arm.
Dmitri looked back subconsciously and saw Bella's messy short gray hair deep in the hood, filling the entire hood. She looked a little plush.
Bella's dark golden pupils were full of a warm smile.
"How about it?"
She leaned close to Dmitri's ear and whispered: "Am I cute?"
"You..."
Dmitri smiled helplessly.
He let Bella hold his right arm, and stretched out his left hand to help her tidy up her ears that were pressed under the hood, and then touched the down in her ears.
Perhaps because of itchiness, Bella's ears twitched involuntarily.
She came up with a smile, sniffed the faint fragrance from Dmitri's strong left hand, stretched out her slippery tongue and licked the palm of Dmitri's hand.
"...very dirty."
Dmitri said helplessly: "I just held the training sword and haven't washed my hands yet."
"I'm not afraid."
Bella whispered: "I don't mind you."
Her pupils were wet, and her tail behind her was wagging slightly involuntarily.
Although they were wearing hoods, they tried to avoid passers-by as much as possible. They chose a less crowded alley and headed to a run-down tavern with few people.
It was not a very large or luxurious tavern.
It's a private cafeteria.
They opened the thick black animal skin curtain and walked in.
The tavern was empty.
Ah Dian clearly saw that the werewolf's night vision had an effect at this time - she could clearly see the position of the oil lamp and walked over to light it.
Dmitri walked to the wine cabinet and took down a barrel of the worst wine. He counted out the silver coins awkwardly and put them one by one into the shallow groove where the wine was originally placed.
Watching the candles being lit, the hooded werewolf lady took out a plate of sauerkraut and sat at the table with a smile, wagging her tail and shaking her head, waiting for him.
Seeing Dmitri coming over with the barrel of wine, Bella said dissatisfied: "Go get another bottle! I won't treat you to bad wine this time...I'll treat you to good wine!"
"I'm the only one who can't taste the taste... Would you feel uncomfortable drinking this cheap wine?"
Werewolves have rather special taste buds.
When they drink, no matter what kind of wine they drink, they can only taste a strong bitter taste. It is somewhat similar to when humans drink "mountain wine", that is, the same feeling as when drinking coffee, but without the mellow and sour taste of mountain wine, only a simple
bitterness.
Therefore, no matter how good the wine is, it makes no difference to a werewolf.
And these bad wines, because the alcohol concentration is not high, are not so bitter in the werewolf's mouth. Instead, they can be taken as an aperitif.
"What's so good about wine?"
Faced with Bella's statement, Dmitri sneered: "Drinking is just an atmosphere. Rather than letting me drink good wine alone, I would rather drink the worst wine in the whole winter with you."
Bella didn't respond.
She just silently took off her hood.
Her short silver-gray hair looked a little warm under the candlelight.
"Look, Your Highness..."
Bella shook her hair and said with a smile: "My hair has started to grow longer.
"I remember you like long hair, right?"
"...You already look very good."
Dmitri coughed lightly, holding the wine glass and whispered: "There is no need to grow long hair."
"But you said you liked it."
Bella whispered.
Her dark golden pupils were like molten syrup under the candlelight.
She pressed her hair and said slowly: "How about I cut it off again?"
"Hey, don't!"
Dmitry lost his voice.
He coughed softly: "It's good just like this...it doesn't matter if it's longer. It's all good."
The corners of Bella's mouth raised, showing a winner's smile.
She held her chin in her hands and stared at Dmitri quietly.
Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something.
"I remembered!"
She exclaimed softly and took out a few candies from her pocket.
It was a red and white hard candy that looked like a small cane.
"I remember you said... you like sweets, right?"
Bella smiled and said: "I bought this from the underground during my last business trip.
"Although it's not an expensive candy, it still tastes sweet and sour."
She said, moving her body away from the table.
She held up the candy's handle, the part where the cane is held.
Like feeding a shitty puppy, he stretched it towards Dmitri's mouth.
Dmitri smiled, opened his mouth and took it in his mouth, intending to bite it.
But Bella was not afraid at all.
She did not suddenly withdraw her finger... instead, she boldly pushed it forward, bringing it closer to Dmitri's teeth.
"What are you doing!"
This frightened Dmitri so much that he stopped talking.
Bella just stretched out her hand and tapped the tip of his tongue - there was still a little melted syrup on it.
She sat back again, reached out and took her fingers into her mouth.
——It is sweet.
Ah Dian clearly sensed it.
"Your Highness."
Bella murmured softly as if dreaming: "I want to have a child with you.
"It doesn't matter if I have a title or not, I'm not afraid of bearing the blood of winter... Your Highness, I am a werewolf. I think my body can bear it. My body is very healthy, and I am still the Hand of Winter..."
Bella said softly: "I am your hand."
But after hearing this statement, Dmitri just showed a troubled expression.
He frowned and thought for a while, then replied seriously: "It would be better to say...on the contrary, Bella.
"I can give you a title. I can marry you at any time, but... I can't give you a child. It involves too many things. What Annan said before is right. This aspect must be carefully considered... Bei
pull?"
Dmitri looked at the distracted werewolf and asked with concern: "Are you okay?
"Well...if you definitely want a child, I think you can achieve it through ritual means. A child in the cup is a good choice..."
"Drink first, Your Highness."
Bella interrupted, a smile on her face.
She lowered her head and took a sip of the wine.
It has a slight bitter taste.
Ah Dian quickly realized that...it was a bit romantic to compare the taste to coffee.
This is actually closer to bitter medicine.
"I understand."
she whispered.
The sound was so soft that one even doubted whether Dmitri heard it.
next moment.
Ah Dian was not given any chance to act - her eyes suddenly turned dark.