236 Dressing Up
Selma Payne’s POV:
The power I absorbed in the past continuously strengthened my body, allowing my self-healing ability to exceed that of the average werewolf. Half an hour later, I could gradually feel the pain from the wound.
At this moment, I didn’t even know if this was good news or bad news.
“We’re going up the mountain,” said Maxine. “Do you see the forest outside? I don’t feel like they are natural, but rather, they’re moving.”
Yes, through the door’s gap, I could see strange-looking pine trees emerging from both sides of the road. At first glance, they seemed to appear from the shadows under the moonlight, but the messy traces on the snow showed that these wooden monsters were moving in a way that upright animals could not understand.
I remembered that I had marked a pine forest and planned to use it to find the location of the devil’s seal. This was great. There was no need to go through the trouble. There was a ‘special car’ to send me there directly.
After I recovered some strength, I tried to use the river to touch the pine trees by the roadside. However, before I could do anything, the caravan suddenly stopped.
After a while, the archpriest came to the car I was in.
He looked at me, lying in the car like an earthworm, and asked in dissatisfaction and disdain, “What have you done, miss?”
“What?” I pretended not to know anything. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He grabbed my hair and pulled on it, causing my wounds to hurt. I could only hold back my trembling and pretend to be a cripple to cover up my abnormal recovery ability. Fortunately, I was covered by a thick coat, so he didn’t see anything wrong.
“I know you’re playing some tricks.” The archpriest pulled me by my hair and dragged me out of the car. “Some strange tricks you found in some corner. Given your status, I’m not surprised that the Lycan Queen would give you a life-saving trump card.”
He ordered a few strong men to lift me and take me to his carriage.
“But it doesn’t matter. In my lord’s eyes, all schemes and intrigues can’t be hidden.” He motioned for the brawny man to throw me into the carriage. “But to avoid trouble, I hope you are quiet for the rest of the journey and be a proud lady.”
Perhaps he was dissatisfied with the blood on my body. He frowned and snapped his fingers.
The snow on the ground suddenly rose and wrapped around me in a few seconds. The blood on my body, including my clothes, was all dissolved by the strange snow. Immediately after, the pine trees and shrubs on both sides of the road became restless. Some of their branches kept changing shape and extending, reaching into the pile of snow wrapping me.
These cold plants dressed me like a doll, using leaves and branches to wrap me up. The rough branches firmly fixed my limbs, placing me on the velvet seat in the carriage like a puppet.
I was forced into a classic ladylike pose by the branch. Perhaps it looked beautiful outside, but this pose awakened all the broken bones in my body to their existence.
The intense pain almost made me unable to pretend to be paralyzed.
However, the archpriest did not care about this. He seemed in a hurry and ordered the convoy to continue moving.
“A pure virgin should keep a distance from a man outside.” He sat far away from me, looking uncomfortable but forced to bear with it. “But time is of the essence. Please forgive me.”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have the energy to argue with this old fart who had terminal virgin cancer.
The carriage continued to move forward. Thanks to this arrogant old man, I recovered quite a lot of energy. At the very least, I didn’t have to worry about choking to death from the blood flowing from my broken ribs.
When the plants were ‘dressing’ me up, I used the connection between the branches and my main body to steal a lot of evil power to supplement my body. I wasn’t sure if the archpriest had noticed anything unusual because he seemed very sensitive to the power of New Flow. He had noticed something before it even touched the pine forest.
So this time, I carefully controlled New Flow inside the branches. It seemed to be working well so far. The priest should not be able to see the power flow inside the plant.
After thinking about it, this was only right. After all, he had already given his body and mind to Azazel. What was the difference between a demon’s slave and a demon’s creation? It was expected that he couldn’t see through his ‘colleagues’.
Along the way, the archpriest kept observing the night and time. He seemed to be waiting for a specific time, afraid that it would not be in time and would come too slowly.
The layers of pine trees blocked my vision, making it impossible to tell which direction I was going. At around twelve o’clock, the carriage stopped at a narrow valley’s entrance.
“We’re here, miss.”
The archpriest controlled the wooden suit and took me out of the carriage. It hurt. The rest of the humans also rushed down from the carriage. They had smiles and pride on their faces, as if being able to ride in Azazel’s carriage was worth showing off for the rest of their lives.
I was obediently thrown together with the witches and allowed the archpriest to put on a mink cloak for me.
In the vast night sky, an agile skylark passed through the clouds and the stars, disappearing into the vast snowfield.
