Chapter 025: The Beast

Bell knew that everything around her was related to magic, and she was increasingly grateful that Wang Bo could come along.

She was just an ordinary person, completely helpless against magic.

At the same time, she was also curious: her father was an ordinary man, so why was he involved with magic?

But despite her doubts, Bell did not slow down. Philip carried her forward, with Wang Bo following closely. Before long, the two arrived at the scene of an accident.

A overturned carriage blocked the road in the middle, its goods scattered all over the ground.

Seeing the overturned carriage, Bell couldn't help saying, "This is my father's carriage."

But she didn't see her father anywhere around.

Bell couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Father, where are you? Where are you? Father, Father..."

Her voice echoed through the forest, traveling far.

But her voice did not reach her father's ears; instead, it attracted some uninvited guests. A pack of snow wolves, hearing her call, rushed from all directions and surrounded Wang Bo and Bell.

Seeing these snow wolves, Bell nearly fainted.

The overturned carriage, the missing father, and the sudden appearance of the snow wolves—all of this gave Bell a bad feeling, as if she would never see her father again.

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

Just then, Wang Bo suddenly spoke, "There's no smell of blood around. Your father hasn't been harmed. I saw a castle ahead, and your father is inside."

He had just surveyed the surroundings and quickly found Bell's father.

"Really?" Bell was overjoyed to hear that her father was still alive.

Wang Bo nodded. "Let's go find your father."

"But..." Bell looked at the surrounding snow wolves with fear. Their greedy, cruel eyes made her break out in goosebumps.

"Just a pack of wolves." Wang Bo flicked his finger, and a Nine Yang sword aura swept out. The aura was incredibly fast, circling around Wang Bo in an instant.

A few seconds later, the snow wolves fell to the ground, their bodies severed from their heads. The hot blood gushing from the wounds instantly melted the surrounding snow, blooming like delicate flowers of blood on the white ground.

Bell's heart pounded with fear, and she gained some understanding of Wang Bo's power.

She forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, mounted Philip, and crossed over the snow wolves' corpses, continuing forward.

Soon, the two arrived at a huge castle.

Passing through the frozen gate, entering the garden, and galloping along the path, Wang Bo and Bell finally reached the castle itself.

When Wang Bo pushed open the castle door and led Bell into the spacious hall, a beast dropped from above, landing with a thud in the hall, roaring at Wang Bo and Bell, and speaking human words.

"Leave this place. This is not where you should be."

Bell was startled and quickly hid behind Wang Bo, looking fearfully at the ferocious, hideous beast before her.

She swore she had never seen a beast that could speak human language.

Wang Bo looked at the beast roaring at him—no, to be precise, it wasn't a beast, but a human.

Someone had used magic to turn this person into a beast.

Moreover, Wang Bo also noticed that besides this beast, there were many other people in the room, but they had been enchanted into candlesticks, teacups, teapots, clocks, and even dressing tables...

"Did you offend a witch or an elf?" Wang Bo asked.

The beast was taken aback.

Wang Bo continued, "I can see that you are human, turned into a beast by magic. And you're not the only unlucky one."

"What?" Bell couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh, he knows! He actually knows!"

Just then, a golden clock on a nearby table suddenly spoke, catching Bell's attention.

Then the candlestick next to the clock also spoke: "He's not afraid of the prince at all! Guys, this is incredible. Maybe he can help us."

Bell quickly covered her mouth to stifle a scream.

The beast's fierce gaze gradually turned doubtful. It retracted its bristling fur and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Just a passing mage, nothing more," Wang Bo replied calmly.

A glimmer of hope rose in the beast's heart. "You are a mage! You're right. I offended a witch. She turned into an ugly old woman and wanted to spend the night in my castle. I refused her, so she turned me into this."

Wang Bo was exasperated. "Just because of that?"

The beast said, "Yes, just because of that."

Wang Bo sighed and said, "In my opinion, a witch wouldn't lack a place to stay. Clearly, you must have offended her without realizing it, so she found a random excuse to punish you."

The beast clenched its claws and said in a low voice, "I have never offended any witch."

"That's not necessarily true," Wang Bo said. "From your behavior just now, you're clearly not a courteous prince. You must have a bad temper. And with so many rooms here, you refused to let an old woman stay. No doubt, you are a harsh person."

The beast wanted to slap this man to death—damn it, that was too hurtful.

But thinking that this man was a mage, it restrained itself. After all, it had already offended one witch and didn't want to offend another mage.

Who knew what mysterious abilities this fellow had to punish him?

Wang Bo continued, "Bad-tempered, harsh, and I heard someone call you a prince. With your high status, you might even be arrogant. Who knows how many people you've offended?"

"Maybe you unknowingly offended a witch or someone close to her, and she came to take revenge."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. In this world, it seems even a prince can't be too arrogant."

The beast's claws twitched several times, but it forced them down. Still, it swore it had never met such an annoying mage.

The beast even felt that this mage was more annoying than the witch.

"Have you said enough!"

"What, looks like I hit a nerve," Wang Bo said.

The beast ignored Wang Bo and instead asked, "What do you want here?"

Bell quickly said, "I'm looking for my father. He's here."

"So you're looking for that thief!"