George did not return to Wharton.

With the current speed of information transmission and the flying speed of a real white dragon, this is an almost unbelievable result.

Unless the Knights did not inform him, or there was something more important on his side, otherwise such a disaster had occurred, and the leader of the Knights had no reason to stay elsewhere.

Enid was confused.

Maybe he has come back.

A white dragon, a terrifying evil dragon that can easily crush the Knights.

It is at least a legend, and there is even a slight possibility that it has touched the realm of demigods. If one puts aside identity and personality and only looks at ability and race itself, then George should be the first suspect in this "murder case".

Only in the second turn did he get the dead Vortigern.

Enid ranked herself third.

Before she was sixteen, her view of George was very naive. In her eyes, George was just like his title, a pure and flawless knight. He pulled her out of the pale family and taught her the so-called knighthood.

road.

Justice, justice, sacrifice.

Morality is such a beautiful thing.

It was these things that gave her hope.

The world should not be gray, but colorful. She is just unlucky, but there is still a brilliant future waiting for her in the second half of her life.

But when she turned sixteen, everything changed.

She has grown up.

So she could finally remember those cold eyes when she was young.

George has been here.

He had been here when she was a child.

And she noticed it from those cold blue-white eyes.

At that time, he realized what a miserable environment he was in, and at that time he was not aware of the painless scars scratched on his body.

He didn't lend a helping hand.

Even if he has this ability.

No, Enid was not complaining or angry about it.

It was exactly what she had experienced that made her lose the ability to be angry about unfair treatment.

So she was left with doubts.

She was puzzled as to why such a pure white knight who followed the path of chivalry, had noble moral character, and was just and selfless would turn a blind eye to a young child in need of help.

She just couldn't understand it.

But doubts will eventually ferment, and then gradually turn into doubt and distrust.

Trust rots like autumn petals.

Buried in the mud, never to see the light of day again.

George is not an absolutely good person, otherwise he would not be able to watch himself slowly sinking in the mud.

What about the knightly regulations? Is this thing that I have always believed in really valuable and worthy of belief?

It didn't even make it possible to save a child.

Can a code that cannot save even innocent children really tell me what to do?

What about morality? Don’t knights regard morality as their basic quality? But the pure white knights don’t seem to be what they claim to be.

Never desecrate holiness in the slightest.

Such chivalry's code can no longer guide her in the direction of progress, and the pure white knight cannot gain Enid's trust.

Could he be the mastermind behind everything?

Enid shook the thought out of her head.

This idea is a bit unrealistic. If her enemy was George, they would have died long ago.

Of course, maybe his purpose was not to let them die.

This is also understandable. If he thinks that this can leave a strong enough protector for Inlans, then George, who can watch the children suffer, will definitely be able to regard his colleagues as an expendable price.

Enid shook her head, throwing this overly subjective opinion out of her mind.

Hala reached out and touched the bark of the tree.

The blonde girl turned to Nelly and Enid and said:

"You guys wait here for a moment."

Ha La touched the tree trunk and walked forward, then disappeared behind the trees.

About five seconds passed.

"Meow."

An orange cat walked out from behind the tree trunk with elegant steps, wagging its deft tail:

"It's a green dragon. It's a green dragon that appears here."

Only then did Enid realize that this was He:

"But how do you know? You just turned into a cat."

The cat instinctively said in a proud tone:

"This is the larvae of a powerful race from other dimensions - chinchillas. They feed on giant dragons and sub-dragon species. Even if they are young species, their food is still young giant dragons and relatively weak sub-dragon species.

"Although I didn't perfectly replicate their powerful predatory skills and killing instincts, at least I was able to retain my sense of smell to identify the species of dragon.

"And as they depend on it for survival, I can guarantee that we will never smell the wrong smell."

us?

"Because we usually need to track and hunt this ubiquitous prey across several dimensions, if we can't even distinguish the types of our own food, how do we choose dinner when entertaining the one we love?"

Enid asked:

"Can a shape-shifter have the ability to transform objects? Is it just that its companions change into its appearance?"

The cat’s fur suddenly exploded:

"Are you questioning a great chinchilla who can eat a dragon with ease?"

Nelly asked:

"Why do you talk as if you are a chinchilla?"

The cat was stunned for a moment, then lowered its tail:

"etc."

The cat ran behind the tree again, and a few seconds later, the human girl came out.

Ha La said as she walked:

"Because this sense of pride is the nature of this race and does not come from their culture or acquired environment.

"When I transform into something, I will accept everything about it, whether it's good or bad. Although I can easily partially transform, many abilities cannot be directly separated.

"The ability to distinguish dragons requires the olfactory system and many related areas in the brain, and these things are inseparable from their thinking patterns. Hevin may be able to do it, but I can't."

Nelly said:

"I see……

"Wait a minute, Hevin can also transform?"

Ha La said very innocently:

"Yes, as I said, I learned these techniques from Hewen's collection of books, so it's obvious that he must be good at transformation."

Enid said:

"Doesn't this mean that Hevin may not be human?"

Ha La nodded:

"I don't know the race of Hevin, but he never said he was human."

Nelly murmured:

"Shapeshifter..."

Ha La interrupted their speculation:

"No, Hevin is not a shape-shifter. He just learns the art of shape-shifting and achieves the effect of shape-shifting through daily practice.

"Hevin told me this part when he was free. He didn't want to be mistaken for a shape-shifter. He called himself a shape-shifter."

Enid said:

"I've heard of shapeshifters, the most powerful shapeshifters..."

Hala said:

"This is the case now, but in the past, shapeshifters referred to all intelligent creatures that have mastered the ability to freely transform. It was an honorific title for those who mastered the art.
Chapter completed!