The Wolf is Coming Ch. 95

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After Lupin left, Emma sat on the bed in a daze.

Abraham knew that she was upset, but he was afraid that she would get into trouble alone, so he stayed in the room with her.

This guarding lasted for more than an hour.

Emma finally accepted the reality, and wanted to get out of bed and walk after removing the quilt. Abraham ran over to help her.

"What? I just can't see. My hands and feet are still fine." Emma complained, and fumbled to get out of bed and walked a few steps.

Abraham didn't say anything, but just followed Emma closely and swept away some fragments that might trip her.

In the darkness, Emma's hand touched the wall, so she simply held the wall and walked slowly, and her cautious look was like exploring the universe.

The old house was a recorder of time. Every brick, tile, table, chair, even a small scratch, was a story. Emma soon felt some deep and shallow scratches on the wall. She rubbed along the scratches carefully for a while and found that they were actually some words.

"This year... I must not... mm... what's the next one? I can't read it." Emma carefully identified it, but the touch of her fingertips was not sensitive enough. She tried several times but couldn't find the next few words.

Abraham smiled embarrassedly, held Emma's hand in his own, and led her to trace these crooked words, saying, "Must not get sick again this year."

"Eh? Is this your previous wish? Or something else?" Emma asked.

Abraham nodded, "Yeah. When I was a child, I was in poor health and often caught colds and fevers. You know, the physical fitness of werewolves is generally much better than that of other races, so I was simply an outsider because I was often sick. At that time, werewolves of the same age laughed at me, and I was so angry that I carved this on the wall."

"Is that so..." Emma poked Abraham's chest gently with her other hand, "What about now? Is your health better now?"

"Of course, I don't get sick so often when I grow up. Maybe my physique is more like that of humans." Abraham replied.

Next, Emma groped and walked slowly in the room again, and found the handmade wind chimes, origami rabbits and clay tit birds made by Abraham when he was young, as if she had discovered a new world. The bad mood she had originally had gradually disappeared in the surprises and astonishments.

Seeing that Emma was in a better mood, Abraham asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I am a little hungry." Emma carefully sat on a chair and looked up at Abraham. "It's a rare visit to Wilvo. Are there any local specialties here? If so, I want to try this."

Abraham immediately laughed, "Believe me, the taste here is not something that ordinary humans can get used to."

"Taste that ordinary humans can't get used to? What kind of food is that?" Emma asked curiously.

"Wilvo's food... well... in general, it is mainly meat, usually not more than three-quarters rare, and then poured with sauces made from the blood of various animals..."

Hearing Abraham's description, Emma automatically imagined a bunch of bloody scenes, and suddenly she felt unwell, and immediately gave up the idea of trying Wilvo's specialties.

When night fell, Emma finally felt a little nervous.

The chattering birds had all gone to bed, and it was quiet outside the window, so the sound of Abraham walking around the room seemed particularly loud.

There was another rustling sound, and then Abraham came over, "I found the clothes I wore when I was a teenager, you should be able to wear them."

A set of clothes fell into Emma's arms, which felt like cotton and linen, and was quite soft.

At the same time, she also heard Abraham ask her again, "Are you sure you can take a shower by yourself? Do you really not need my help?"

"Thank you, I don't need it." Emma said in a serious tone.

Little did she know that her red-faced and angry look was simply adorable in Abraham's eyes. Abraham smiled and rubbed her hair until Emma was about to explode like a cat, and then took her to the bathroom.

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