"Moran's beard?" the ice dragon grinded his teeth.

Matilda nodded tremblingly, "That's a herb, people from our village...... I mean Valander...... We always use it ......"

"I know what that is!" the ice dragon roared through gritted teeth.

Matilda shrank back, as if she had taken a sharp breath, and let out a small, rat-like scream in her throat, almost jumping. She looked like she wanted to turn around and run back into her corner, but she still stood bravely in front of the ice dragon...... Shivering.

And in her arms, the little savage baby she had named Katy was even braver—he cried hoarsely, ignoring the burning anger in the ice dragon's golden eyes, and waved his hands wildly and kicked so hard that the skinny Matilda could barely hold it.

The baby is probably the most willful and terrifying creature in the world, and no one should think about it when he is not feeling well. Kati was crying so hard that he had little red rashes on his cheeks, and he had scratched himself in a mess, and his already not very cute face became more and more miserable.

The most odious thing is that it has nothing to do with him! its roar and cold enough to freeze his soul will only make him cry even harder, and want him to be completely quiet, unless it can swallow him in one gulp, or throw him out of the hole......

It can't.

It tried and tried, but it couldn't do it anyway, and that made it feel extremely frustrated......

It was only now that it could understand why the adventurers had not been able to simply finish it off even though they knew it was a dragon.

Protecting young and innocent lives is probably an instinct for humans, and even an ice dragon with only fifteen years of human memory is completely unable to attack a baby.

Let alone...... It's sure it's much cuter than this stinky little imp when he's a kid! It never has any hellish eczema! Scott always boasts that he's never sick......

The huge pupils contracted violently.

It shouldn't think of him. It shouldn't think of the ...... it once had. Those things that belong to it and don't belong to it.

Loved ones, friends, home. Alan, Naria, Ed, the lonely castle on the cliff......

They never really belonged to it.

When the low roar of anger and pain involuntarily came from the bottom of her heart, and the sharp claws cut deep marks on the rock, Matilda quickly fled back to the corner with Kati in her arms, and her thin voice trembled slightly.

Ice Dragon always felt that this woman who was not beautiful was naïve and stupid, but she could always tell exactly when it was just impatient and when it was really angry.

It didn't know if it was some kind of survival intelligence for the weak—she had never provoked it when it was really angry.

The ice dragon could only sulk alone for a while, and then resigned himself to the cave.

Moran's Beard is a fairly common herb, but now it's winter, how the hell is it going to get it?...... Do you go to the forest to shave snow?!.

Towards dusk, scattered light snow began to fall on the muddy streets of the Kuz estuary.

The town is unusually quiet, and the narrow streets are lined with rows of gray-black houses that are neat at first glance, but most of them are dilapidated and dilapidated, and the small wooden attics on top of the stone floor are crowded together in an irregular manner.

For a remote, run-down town, the Kuz estuary can be unusually bustling with activity for several months of the year. More than a hundred years ago it was no longer a real "estuary". The Deer Shadow River, which meanders from the ice fields, once flowed into the Vinez River, was founded by the people who lived at the confluence of the two rivers, but when the Bloodz River was diverted after a flood, the bustling town quickly decayed until it began to become famous throughout the continent in another way.

Many adventurers come here in search of a guide, sometimes even a half-breed, or a true icefield brute who can take them on an expedition to the icefields. The vast barren ice fields are one of the few mysterious places left on the continent, and if you can go in and take a turn, even if you come back empty-handed, it is already a great adventure to boast about.

But even the most daring adventurer usually doesn't deliberately choose to run into the ice fields in the middle of winter to face hungry wolves and terrible blizzards.

As Isis crept out of the forest northeast of the town and into the mouth of the Kuz River, he couldn't help but frown at the pedestrians coming and going in the street.

He hadn't expected so many people to be here.

What surprised him even more was that most of them weren't human. Tall and burly body, protruding eyebrow arches, rough skin...... The whole town seemed to be overrun by barbarians, and occasionally ordinary human footsteps hurried under the eaves, sweeping towards the big men with a look of fear and unease. Even the barbarians did not seem to be very friendly with each other, glaring at each other gloomily, as if every careless collision could provoke a bloody brawl.

Isis wrapped his cloak tightly and walked along the side of the street with a dark face.

Now that he's here, he won't leave empty-handed!

The atmosphere in the town was tense, but strangely peaceful. Iss noticed that every alley was guarded. They didn't wear any uniforms, they looked like ordinary people, gathered in groups of three or five, and there would even be half-breeds and barbarians in the middle.

They either walked up and down the street, or stayed on the corners and laughed loudly, with a strange pride and calmness on their faces, and they did not hide the weapons at their waists.

Iss hung his head, hoping he looked ordinary enough. He was wrapped in a dusty cotton cloak, and his long, striking light blonde hair was tucked into his hat.

He's just here for medicine, not for trouble.

He knew he might have to ask for directions...... But he really didn't want to deal with anyone at all. Fortunately, the town was not big, and he rounded a few streets and finally found a small bazaar.

But there is hardly anything to buy in the bazaar. The frustration grew stronger in the disappointment, and gradually turned into an irrepressible anger, Iss gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, hurriedly scanning the rotten potatoes and stinking black bread on the side of the street......

When the mass of dead grass passed out of the corner of his eye, Iss barely recognized it.

He rushed past the small vegetable stall and fell back again, staring at the dark brown fibrous roots in the middle of a few turnips and a pile of garlic, almost cheering.

But he finally restrained himself, and pointed to the pile of Moran's whiskers lying wilting on the plank.

"How much?" asked the stout middle-aged woman behind the stall coldly.

“...... All!" Iss was stunned for a moment before replying.

"Two soles. ”

The sorry is a copper coin of Anktan. The price was reasonable, but Iss stood there dumbfounded, a blush staining his pale cheeks and spreading to his ears.

He was penniless.

In fact, he once earned a few copper coins near Sword Lake...... On the way to track down the necromancer, a farmer's young daughter fell in love with a baby bobcat he had caught and played with in the forest, pestering him and her father to buy it. Half of his soul wanted to throw the copper coin in the farmer's face along with the bobcat, but half of his soul was happy that he had earned money on his own for the first time in his life...... When he came to his senses, he had already taken the copper coins, and the little girl with curly straw yellow hair was holding the yawning little lynx and smiling at him.

He involuntarily smiled back.

What a ridiculous scene! He realized this, and almost ran away, and exchanged all the copper coins for ale in the wind, and the sunflowers, in that crooked little inn.

He's a dragon......

He sat in the corner and muttered to himself silently - a dragon that had no gold coins, and whose only wealth was a bobcat and wine, had been shattered by him for hundreds of thousands of years of pride in the ice dragon......

But that's not as embarrassing as it is in front of you.

Of course, he could snatch the dead grass and run away...... That's too humiliating!

The woman, who had not received a response for a long time, raised her head in confusion and looked at the red and white face of the young man in front of her, as if she understood something.

"Why do you want this? Someone has eczema?" she asked, clasping her hands around her waist and faintly.

"Well......" Isis replied, for some reason with an indescribable void: "A baby...... Got a ...... all over his face."

The woman pulled a small half out of the pile of Moran's beards, clumped them together, and threw them at Is.

"That's enough. She said, "Take it." ”

"But I'm ......" Isis scrambled to catch the ball of herbs, staring at her a little blankly.

"No money. I can see it. The woman's tone was still faint, but there was a smile in her eyes: "It's not worth much, take it...... Where are you from? You're not from this town. If there was a pretty lad like you in town, I wouldn't be unaware. ”

She joked casually, but Is's face turned red again.

"Valan...... Wallander. He spat out the name, the only human village he knew, the home of the stupid woman in the cave......

"Then you'll go far enough. The woman shook her head, "Go back, child, the town has not been very peaceful lately." ”

She looked at the barbarians walking around the bazaar, and her face sank.

"What are they doing here?" asked Is.

"Who knows. The woman shrugged her shoulders and lowered her voice in displeasure: "I heard that they were driven out of the ice field by the dead...... Dead man, and a white dragon. If you want me to say, it's all nonsense, they must have tried to take possession of this town, and they have come to burn it once before...... Borena really shouldn't have let them in. ”

Dead person?

Iss frowned. What the hell are those necromancers trying to do in the icefield? And a dragon...... He didn't think a barbarian would be so cowardly as to abandon his homeland.

- But why should he care?

"Thank you...... Thank you ......."

He could have turned around and walked away without saying anything, but he didn't know what forced him to hold back that simple word in embarrassment, and then he turned and fled, his mind more messy than the grass in his hand.

He shouldn't have become human...... That would have left him confused about what he was.

Maybe never figured it out.

Unspeakable grievances and annoyance, anger and sorrow, anxiety and helplessness intertwined into a huge net, firmly binding him, as if he could never break free.

He looked down in the confusion until he crashed into a massive body.

From next week, the order will be changed, but each chapter is guaranteed to be more than 3000 words~ In short, it is definitely not a pit!.