Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 1

INTRODUCTION

I love calls from afar.

I listen, think, and respond.

From memories of eternity.

Or.

The heart's most longed-for cry.

Voices, ancient imprints, fire kissing the depths of the soul.

I can't forget it, I can't throw it away, I can't abandon it.

That night, I sensed your hissing throat, like a lost wolf howling, a sound cut by the wind filled with the flavor of the sea, drifting across the deep blue Atlantic Ocean sent to my dreams.

So, I packed my bag, ready to go to your country.

That piece of the ocean can't stop me from running to your urgent, high black wings drumming, beating the sentimental coast, crossing the mountain flying over thousands of years, between the black water to find the love of the past life.

Do not be anxious or annoyed; please wait patiently. A thousand years of unchanging attachment is always you.

No regret.

No complaints.

When your eyes appear, my figure.

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"...... Satanic Road ...... Satanic Road, Section 3 ...... Section 3 ...... Satanic Road ...... Uh? Is there a Satanic Road 3? It's not like it's the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, what a joke ......?"

The murmur of self-talk suddenly turned into a surprised voice, and the clear and unsullied pupils were filled with disbelief.

Once again, comparing the small piece of paper on her palm, the sweet girl with dark hair showed her doubt, incredulously rubbing her eyes with her hands to ensure it wasn't a mistake.

It was so arrogant, almost provocative, that in a predominantly Catholic country, one would have the audacity to erect a five-meter-high indicator with a very bloody, bright-red font, "Satan...". Satan. Road.

This is a joke.

Dragging the luggage that almost crushed her, Mu Wanqing gasped for breath, less than the usual elegant smile, and the wet and cold island climate blowing the northeast monsoon wind, blowing her body chilled to the bone.

However, in this kind of cold weather that teaches people to chill their hands and feet, she even had a thin sweat on her forehead, her palms were red and swollen, and a wave of wild heat spread from her chest to her limbs, warming her up and making her want to shed tears.

On this private island near Kohl's Island, there are fewer than a hundred households and about five to six hundred indigenous residents, not including the servants from abroad, and the total number of professionals who have come here to develop the marine tourism business is less than a thousand.

There is a pier, but the cargo ships that come and go daily seldom carry people, mostly cargo. I'm afraid that a cruise ship carrying passengers would only be able to sail if it meets with a large clientele. So, for a small horticulturalist with no reputation, why would anyone make an exception for her?

The line is shaky, seasickness plus crazy vomit has been enough to toss people, but a shore of wood Wanqing only to find the real problem - covers an area of about a county in China large island without the so-called bus station.

Because most people on this island have bicycles to reduce the pollution of idling motorcycle engines, even if it is necessary for transportation, they will try to use boats around the island to maintain the purity of the natural environment.

Of course, a few people are still used to running their cars on smooth asphalt roads, and even if others criticize them, they still produce exhaust fumes with no regard for the environment.

She was the unlucky one who couldn't even find a wheel. Two suitcases of luggage, heavy but not heavy, light but not light, were carried and dragged for three hours, and even if she didn't lose her strength, she was still panting like a long-abused maid.

What's even more exaggerated is that except for the dock workers who pointed out the way, there was no trace of people on the road. She was walking alone on the land which was said to be a private property, and as far as the eye could see, the green slopes, the cows and sheep were grazing on the grass, and the sparse forests and open spaces were like entering the Australian grassland.

"What, is there a Nine Werewolf Lane?" Mu Wanqing was staggered; her eyes were wide and round.

Looking at the bucket-sized stone-carved doorplate, that sense of dissonance that it's not my pack that doesn't get together surged up again, and she shuddered from the bottom of her heart, wanting to go back to her home, not wanting to get involved with magic, witchcraft, and other such exotic creatures.

She had been afraid of canines since she was a little girl, and for some reason, she felt uncomfortable with any dog that barked, no matter if it was a big dog or a small one, and would never lovingly go up to pet a dog's head or scratch its chin.

Cats were not a concern for her. She loved cats more than dogs, especially the noble cats with arrogant eyes.

But the thought of backtracking made her legs weak. Three more hours of walking, and she'd be halfway there, probably drying out by the time anyone realized she was dead.

"Are you the new gardener?"

Suddenly, the voice close to the ear, dry mixed with a hint of contempt, startled Mu Wanqing, who hastily straightened up his back; his expression awkwardly showed a dry smile.

"Yes, I am ...... scared! Are you a ...... uh, vampire?" She asked in a small voice.

I cannot blame her eyes wide open in shock; she looked up sharply. I did not know when to open the iron door. I stood in front of a tall, thin, middle-aged woman, her cheeks sunken, appearing cheekbones significantly protruding, the old-fashioned narrow glasses to cover the look like a drug addict, no luster of the eyes, a dark dress and just climbed out of the bottom of the coffin is no different.

No blood color or skin color is yellowish, with a bit of sickly white, Ò in the back of the head of the hair bun meticulously, even if the wind is blowing together, do not mess; strict rules are not like a living person.

ÒTallÓ was Mu Wanqing's first impression of the man before her, about one hundred and eighty centimeters.

For the standard oriental body type of Mu Wanqing, "height" has always been her pain; in a bunch of tall and fit European and American people, her height will inevitably become the topic of discussion in the mouths of the people.

Compared with her sexy and beautiful big sister, she isn't high enough; although she has already reached twenty, she is often treated as an underage girl, with a little sister on the left and a little sister on the right, which makes her feel sad.

"Put away your self-righteous sense of humor, and there is only one major principle of working here: less talk, more work." The flat, toneless voice was enough to scare off an army.

"I don't mean to offend you; it's just that this island is so weird, and there's no one on the road, so I almost got lost; it's only the size of a dried bean ......

But it's like walking through a maze.

Perhaps tired and thirsty, looking at the dead white and expressionless horse's face, Mu Wanqing still unconsciously said her heart, forgetting to be careful with her words in other people's territory.

She was not unfamiliar with things related to magic, but she had never seen vampires and other creatures in a different world, and when she was nervous, she talked more, contrary to her usual quietness.

"What did you say-"

The cold voice was eerie, and she shivered. "I-I mean, there don't seem to be many people here. Doesn't anyone have to work?"

It was so strange, and Aunt Lily had clearly said that this was a "lively" island with a large population, a prosperous island, and most of the people were very warm and accommodating, except for the owner, who was a bit of a loner.

Could it be that she had tricked them?

"Am I not human?" The long-faced woman said coldly, not seeing a hint of welcome.

"I didn't mean it like that; there's no one else but you?" It felt cold, like a ship sailing alone, with only the stars of a foreign land to be seen on a long night.

"I'm Isabel, the housekeeper, and you'll see many people from now on if you stay long enough." The last sentence was thought-provoking and seemed to imply something.

"How long is long enough?" She estimated three to six months.

The sun was setting in the west, and the island, located off the coast of Scotland, was a barren land of old-growth forests with few wildflowers and grasses.

Because of the winter climate, although there is no snow, everything is silent; looking around is the lack of green slopes, the yellow sand scene like the highland scenery, less delicate and more lonesome.

Mu Wanqing followed Isabel through the openwork iron gate, and the scenery within the towering walls immediately took her breath away, somewhat wanting to shed two tears for the owner of this house.

No wonder they needed a landscaper; if her mother had seen it, I'm afraid she would have been furious!

A few cypresses were drooping and lifeless, like older men on the verge of death, with half of their branches dropping to the ground, and the walnut tree, with more leaves than fruits, was growing haphazardly against the elm tree and seemed to be crushing it.

Yuanbao maple is born lush and should be vibrant, but it is like a disease: initially, frost-red leaves appear with little white spots, the trunk has traces of insect bites, and then is not treated; at this time, it will become a dead wood, demanding to return to spring.

Hazel and Heather planted in a mess; some lost a large part of the bark, some thick roots exposed, floating out of the ground, can not absorb water, and some tilted, shaking ......

All in all, in her opinion, there was only one word, 'bad' enough to describe it, and even if there were no distracting weeds, tidying it up would be a major ordeal, and she doubted she was up to it.

Initially, it was her mother who was to come. Still, she was suddenly unwell with gastrointestinal problems, and her wife-loving father had forbidden her to go out of the house on three separate occasions, so her daughter took over and went into battle with a gun.

Isabel favored her with a lustreless look. "Not if it lasts more than a month."

She didn't think much of her at all.

Not many young girls could withstand the rigors of island life, especially not one so thin that the wind would sweep her away exceptionally.

Mu Wanqing, who was not very tall, was about one hundred and fifty-five centimeters, with a pure white face and short black hair only three centimeters below her ear, she looked like an innocent middle school student.

Picking a random sixteen-year-old girl on this island is more mature than her, especially in development.

Isabel looked at her not-so-full breasts with indifference.

"I can do it." Not wanting to be belittled, Mu Wanqing raised her thin, soft voice slightly. "I can weed, plant flowers, and cut down trees."

She was good at everything to do with gardening, and would never disappoint.

"Who says you're just here to weed, plant and cut down trees?" Isabel's eyebrows raised a little higher.

"Huh?" She was slightly surprised and paused uneasily at the moment.

"Besides landscaping the manor, you're also responsible for caring for the second young master's life." This was her main job.

"What, the second ...... second young master," Mu Wanqing green as the heart of the lake's blue eyes opened like a bull's eye, stunned and speechless.

"The second young master does not like to serve people too much talk, and you quietly do your thing, less to bother him, three meals regularly sent to the house to him, not to use the eyes of adoration peeping, morning and evening each leg massage, change the medicine ...... "The butler's responsibility is to block any trouble, just in case.

"Wait ...... wait, why change the medicine?" She asked, a little flustered, catching the straps of her luggage and subconsciously trying to escape.

Isabel looked at her slightly as if she had asked something unbecoming. "You didn't know that the second young master was injured?"

She was severe as if to say: the whole world knows about such an important matter; everyone may know about it.

Injured? "I am not a nurse, Isabel."

She is just a flower grower who loves flowers.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have all your limbs." Looking at her thin body, Isabel's frown between the eyebrows added another layer.

"What do you mean? Why does she feel like she's being sacrificed?" ......

Wait a minute, could it be that her dear father knew something and intentionally put a spell on her mother so that she couldn't make the trip, and the daughter, who had calculated to be filial, would naturally ask to take her place?

Chilling! With a father like this, he pushes his daughter off the cliff, and he still dares to look regretful that he won't have the chance to go abroad to play, so he is already familiar with the inside story.

No wonder that before leaving, taking care of people feels particularly creepy; now that I think about it, the smile in his eyes is not pity but sympathy, and he even makes fun of the ingredients.

Damnable and hateful older man. Big sister often hung on the words, although he is handsome without heavenly conscience, but is a standard scourge of a person.

"The second young master's temper is a bit grumpy, so it won't hurt to go along with him. This transition period may be difficult, but if you don't annoy him, you'll be able to get away with it." I hope.

"But I'm here to do horticulture landscaping ......" At this moment, back to go, can I not catch the last return ferry?

As if she heard what she was thinking, Isabel's mouth hooked up a smile that made people's hearts cold. "The ships on the island are all managed by the Mardzos family without the owner's permission; no one dares to take you out on their own."

"Ah! Can't leave ...... " Mu Wanqing's expression was slightly helpless and troubled.

"The flowers and trees in the courtyard are all under your control, and the three acres of land is yours to handle; no matter what you want to do, no one will stop you." The young master commanded, and she relayed it as she had been told.

"What! Three acres?" The quiet, watery eyes glowed with excitement at being seduced.

Dealing with the devil usually ended badly, but it was rare to have a place for her to show off her talents, and Mu Wanqing was so moved by what she heard that her hands loosened and let go of the baggage that she had been holding onto so tightly.

She wanted so much to turn the wasteland into a flower garden, but the moment she saw the abandonment of the "Elena Manor," she was itching to get her hands on it and transform it to show the vigorous vitality it deserved.

"That's right, it's still empty; since Mrs. Elena passed away, no one has cared ...... about it." Suddenly, she felt too much emotion; Isabel put away the sentiment that had flowed out momentarily and pursed her lips. "Come with me; I'll take you to your room."

"Oh!" This place has a lot of sad stories. She thought to herself, feeling the sadness the room gave her.

She was a failing witch, communicating with plants and trees and listening. Her knowledge of all sorcery and magic was sporadic and dismal, but she had a talent for sensing, speaking with plants and trees, and listening to voices that others couldn't hear.

"Keep your feet light, be quiet, make no noise, and keep your luggage elevated ......."

The butler's admonition was interrupted by a furious roar as a centuries-old antique chair was thrown from the shimmering room before it, hitting the wall straight on and instantly becoming a hulk.

The shattered wood shavings bounced towards the stunned Mu Wanqing, who pressed painfully on the side of her forehead where blood was suspected to have flowed out, and her light and elegant face flushed with a hint of anger.

"I told you to get lost; don't you understand what I'm saying? Do you want me to tear open your throat with a single bite and use my long and sharp fangs to tear at your throbbing veins-"

A wild roar came from the depths of his throat, an almost beastly howl, dangerous and deadly, with a wild fury and uncontrollable brutality, contemptuously looking down on everyone.

The transparent window pane shook slightly due to the wild roar, and as the light from the west gradually replaced by the night, the yellowish light quietly lit up, illuminating the man sitting in the wheelchair by the head of the bed.

The muscles of his arms were rippling, and his clothes were thin as if he was not afraid of the cold and letting the cold wind outside the window pour into him; his bronze skin had an unhealthy purple color as if he had endured quite a lot of anger.

"Second, young master, don't live with yourself anymore; you will get better. Never give up on yourself; eat more or less. Wow! Be careful, the chair is heavy ......

Only to see a round ball of meat surprisingly dexterous, neck a shrink, body a low, two meaty hands to the ground a press, lucky to avoid flying over the head of the elm hunting chair.

Drink! Old when vital, fortunately, flashed, or to the head of a smash, this old life is finished.

And then turned over is a man of about fifty years old, with a round body like a wine barrel, two cheeks drooping meat, the same round, because of the obesity, the shape makes himself look even shorter, about one hundred and sixty-five centimeters or so.

"Will it get better if you call it that? You know how many people are waiting to see me laugh," the dark-haired man slammed his unresponsive legs, his silver-gray eyes bursting with cold light.

"No, you're overthinking it. If anyone dares to say a word about you, I'll kill old Mike." Oops! Don't fight, don't fight; you want to be disabled.

Old Mike rushed forward to stop his master's self-inflicted injuries, but as soon as he got close, a light came back.

"Get out - don't bother me again! Wasn't he embarrassed enough? One by one, they all dared to disobey him.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you; as long as you have a bowl of broth and a few slices of wheat bread, I'll disappear right in front of you." If he didn't eat something, how would the second young master have the stamina to lose his temper?

Looking at the meals scattered everywhere, Old Mike had an indescribably hard time in his heart. And his usual Santa Claus smile also looked feeble, and he wanted to sigh immediately.

"How often do I have to say it before you understand it? Right now! Or I'll make you sorry!" The fingers that gripped the handles of the wheelchair lengthened like wolf claws.

"Second young master, I ......" Really, can't you talk properly? You have to smash the east and west.

If broken, do not have to buy, although the Mardzos family has a lot of money, but don't be too wasteful; three days to change the new is also quite tiring.

Old Mike is an optimistic Scotsman, with the Highlander's bright and enthusiastic, smiling all day in the kitchen busy; from his grandfather's generation is the Mardzos family cook, and the Mardzos family has a profound connection, but also watch the second young master grow up underlings.

His wife is Isabel, the housekeeper, who is not smiling. The two couples are cold and hot, forming a strong contrast.

However, their relationship is quite good, and it is expected to see the two of them walking hand in hand along the forest edge, one laughing and talking about the trivialities of the day and the other listening quietly, without any friction because their wives are taller and their husbands are shorter.

"Hey! You threw me, that was bad behavior, and I want you to apologize sincerely; my." Ugh! What a messy room.

As soon as the soft milk-like voice entered, Cold Silver's eyes suddenly squinted into a straight line, glaring at the figure that looked like it was going the wrong way, hopping and skipping in a checkerboard fashion.

"Get lost-"

"It's not hard to ask me to get lost, but you have to say you're sorry first, my mom says you have to be polite." You have to stick to what's right. You can't compromise so easily.

"Aren't you weaned yet?" The wheelchair turned around, revealing a rather handsome male face with coldly ironic lips slightly hooked.

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips with a stubborn expression. "To listen to my mother's words is a good boy; my mom taught me all the reasoning for dealing with people."

"Then she told you to go to hell, and you also go to hell?" Stupid little girl.

"My mom wouldn't do that. She loves me more than my father." A mother's love has no limits, no boundaries.

Mu Yuzhang's love for men and women was very light, and her love for her children far outweighed that of her husband, but it didn't mean that she didn't love the man who would hold her hand for the rest of her life, it was just that there were too many things that distracted her from her love and she couldn't focus on it.

The man in the wheelchair revealed a cold smile. "You had a pretty bad father."

Not something to brag about.

At that, she was a little upset. "What are you talking about? My mom and dad have a good relationship; although many women adore my father, they do not move him; he only loves my mom alone.

There are different shades of love, but they are all the same.

"Hmph! Foolish." He snorted coldly.

"Ignorant? You're an irritating person to talk to. You're arrogant and rude." Like an uncivilized barbarian.

"You were not invited. The door is right behind you. Why don't you go?" He didn't blame her for showing up uninvited, but she dared to accuse him of something wrong.

"Just go! I don't want to stay in this stinky room ......" Mu Wanqing, who seldom had a temper, pouted, looking like she wanted to get angry but was holding back.

"Stinky room-"

She made a gesture of waving her hand to expel the stench. "After you apologize to me, I won't stay even if you beg me to stay. Twice."

"Who's asking you to stay? You're so full of yourself," he paused, his eyes narrowing. "Twice what?"

"Once for hurting me, and once for disrespecting my parents, and I demand that you apologize for your inappropriate behavior." She pointed to the bruise on her forehead and asked him to reflect on it.

But-

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh?" Why did she feel insulted?

The conversation between the two was a bit childish, even ridiculous. Still, in the eyes of Isabel and Mr. and Mrs. Mike, they were very surprised that there was no smell of gunpowder in the room and that the angry second young master could hold his temper and "chat" with a little girl he had just met.

They looked at each other, not in a hurry to clean up the mess in the room; one guarded the door just in case, and one rushed back to the kitchen to make a new lunch and dinner, hoping the master could eat.

"Naive." In a world where people eat people, her survival rate equaled a negative number.

Mu Wanqing clenched her tiny fists and jumped over the smashed vase on the ground. "Don't think that I can't hear your mockery; my father said that fighting violence with violence is not the right way, but if necessary, you can break the nose of a verbally violent person with one punch."

She hated to admit that she had half-witch blood in her, but no matter how much of a "meat-footed" witch she was, there was still an evil in her that she tried her best to hide, but she could not.

"You want to attack me?" Suddenly amused, he glanced thoughtfully, severe at the person soaring before him.

She wasn't very pretty, at least not compared to the women he'd had, and she was so bland you couldn't taste her.

But she had a pair of eyes so clean that one would have been ashamed to look at them, as clear as the pure spring water in the mountains, reflecting human filth without any impurities.

Inexplicably, Chrys. Inexplicably, Kris Mardzus's resentful anger was half gone. The arrival of a small animal with the eyes of a deer made the other half of his anger turn to thoughts of bullying her.