Chapter 333 Memories Part 1: Sugar and Wine

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"It's been a while since I saw it."

Ah Dian spoke on his own, and made a hoarse and charming voice: "His Highness Annan seems... seems to dislike me a little."

"He's just a little shy and shy."

Dmitry quickly explained to him: "But Annan is a good boy. If you know him well, you can feel it."

"Don't be so nervous..."

"Bella" couldn't help but smile.

She raised her eyebrows: "Going to drink?"

"Okay."

Dmitry grinned.

They walked out of the Duke's mansion and walked along the road thinking about somewhere.

And before leaving the duke's mansion, "Bella" pulled up her hood - this is to hide her traits as a werewolf. A hard hood would cover the werewolf's ears, at the expense of certain discomfort.

"Actually, you don't have to wear a hat."

Dmitry couldn't help but whispered: "No one will say anything."

Bella shook her head, "I don't want to be a tool for them to attack you."

As she spoke, she followed Dmitry silently like an assassin.

Then suddenly she came up and threw her arms around Dmitry's right arm.

Dmitry looked back subconsciously, and saw Bella's short gray hair that was somewhat messy deep in the hood, stuffing the entire hood. She looks a little fluffy.

Bella's dark golden pupils were filled with a warm smile.

"How about it?"

She leaned into Dmitry's ear and whispered, "Am I cute?"

"You..."

Dmitry smiled helplessly.

He let Bella hold his right arm, and stretched out his left hand to help her straighten her ears under the hood, and touched the fluff in her ears.

Perhaps because of some itching, Bella's ears trembled involuntarily.

She leaned forward with a smile, sniffed the faint fragrance from Dmitry's powerful left hand, stretched out her slippery tongue and licked Dmitri's palm.

"...dirty."

Dmitry said helplessly: "I just held the training sword and haven't washed my hands yet."

"I'm not afraid."

Bella whispered: "I don't dislike you."

Her pupils were wet, and the tail behind her was shaking slightly involuntarily.

Despite wearing a hood, they try to avoid passers-by as much as possible. I chose an alley with fewer people and went to a dilapidated tavern with few people.

It was not a very large and luxurious tavern.

It's a private self-service tavern.

They opened the thick black animal hide curtain and walked in.

The tavern was empty.

And Ah Dian clearly saw that the werewolf's night vision ability had an effect at this time - she could clearly see the position of the oil lamp, and walked over to light it.

Dmitry went to the wine cabinet and took down a barrel of the worst wine. And he counted out the silver coins clumsily, and put them one by one into the shallow groove where the wine was originally placed.

Watching the candles being lit, the werewolf lady in the hood took out a plate of sauerkraut, sat at the table with a smile on her face, and waited for him, wagging her tail and shaking her head.

Seeing Dmitry coming over with the barrel of wine, Bella said dissatisfiedly: "You go and get another bottle! I won't buy you bad wine this time...I'll buy you good wine, okay!

"I'm the only one who can't taste the taste... You will feel uncomfortable drinking this cheap wine, right?"

Werewolves have special taste buds.

When they drank, no matter what wine they tasted, they could only taste a strong bitter taste. It is similar to the human feeling when drinking "mountain wine", that is, drinking coffee, but it does not have the mellow and sour taste of mountain wine, but only a simple bitter taste.

So no matter how good the wine is, it doesn't make any difference to werewolves.

And these inferior wines, because the alcohol concentration is not high, are not so bitter in the wolf's mouth. Instead, it can be taken as an aperitif.

"What's so good about wine?"

Facing Bella's statement, Dmitry snorted: "Drinking is not 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 took off her hood silently.

Her short silver-gray hair looked a little warm under the candlelight.

"Look, Your Highness..."

Bella shook her hair and said with a smile: "The hair has already started to grow.

"I remember you like long hair, right?"

"...you're already pretty."

Dmitry coughed lightly, and whispered while holding a glass of wine, "There's no need to grow long hair."

"But you said you liked it."

Bella whispered.

Her dark golden pupils were like melted syrup under the candlelight.

She pressed her hair and said slowly: "Then how about I cut it off?"

"Hey, don't!"

Dmitry lost his voice.

He coughed lightly: "It's fine as it is... It's fine if it grows longer. It's all good."

The corners of Bella's mouth lifted, revealing a victorious smile.

She rested her chin on her hands and stared at Dmitri quietly.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something.

"I remembered!"

She exclaimed in a low voice, and took out a few candies from her pocket.

It was a red and white hard candy that looked like a cane.

"I remember you saying...you like candy, don't you?"

Bella said with a smile: "I bought this from the underground during my last business trip.

"Although it's not expensive sugar, it's more or less sweet and sour."

She said, moving her body away from the table.

She held up the handle of the candy, which is the part of the cane that holds the handle.

Like feeding a puppy, he stretched it out to Dmitry's mouth.

Dmitry smiled, opened his mouth to hold him, and tried to bite.

But Bella was not afraid at all.

Instead of snapping her finger back...she poked it forward boldly, bringing it closer to Dmitri's teeth.

"What are you doing!"

This frightened Dmitry to shut his mouth.

Bella just stretched out her hand and tapped the tip of his tongue lightly - there was still a little melted syrup on it.

She sat back again, stretching out her hand to hold her fingers.

- is sweet.

Ah Dian clearly sensed it.

"Your Highness."

Bella murmured softly like a dream, "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'm a werewolf. I think my body can bear it. My body is healthy, and I'm still the Hand of Winter..."

Bella said softly: "I am your hand."

But hearing this statement, Dmitry just showed a distressed expression.

He frowned and thought for a while, then replied seriously: "It's better to say...the opposite, 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?"

Dmitry looked at the absent-minded werewolf, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?

"Well... If you absolutely want to have a child, I think it can be achieved through ritual means. The 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 her drink.

It was a faint bitter taste.

Ah Dian soon realized... Comparing that taste to coffee is a little romantic.

This is actually closer to a bitter medicine.

"I understand."

she whispered.

The voice was so soft that one even wondered if Dmitry heard it.

next moment.

Ah Dian was not given any chance to act—her eyes suddenly went dark.

【Nightmare has been purified】

A line of words appeared in front of her.

Ah Dian froze for a moment.

……What's happening here?

Why did this nightmare end after playing a segment of CG?