The journey back was smooth, and the journey was unimpeded, after all, monsters also had to survive the winter.

The caravan hurried and hurried, and before the snow in the wilderness could pile up, they finally returned to Grey Veil.

Captain Zobert was obviously in a good mood, and distributed an extra silver coin to each of the team. Thor and another temporary teammate also helped Zorbert carry the gift he brought to his family to his doorstep.

It was an ordinary building in the North District, and in the warm glow of the fireplace, his family greeted him, a beautiful and demure lady, a lively and clever son, and the whole picture was warm and dazzling.

The trip to Newtown was undoubtedly fruitful, but Thor was no longer able to calculate the gains and losses.

In the snow, he returned to his grave keeper's hut and smashed himself into the cold bed.

Sleepiness, fatigue, coldness, and finally fade away.

The temperature of the body has risen, but the temperature of the heart has dropped to freezing.

This winter is still a very cold winter and a lonely winter.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and it seemed that everyone had taken refuge in their homes.

Even the taverns, which have always been lively, have seen a sharp decline in the number of drinkers. Thor had gone to sit twice, listened, looked at it, and left.

Thor didn't see Shogues all winter, and it was reported that he had gone with an adventuring party to a distant land.

How far away Thor didn't know, and didn't ask.

Saul couldn't tell whether Shogues was deliberately alienating himself, or because they had grown up and had their own lives and lives.

It was as if the whole world had suddenly stopped.

Thor had also tried to enter the Sleeping Forest, but not a single hare had been encountered, let alone a monster. The enemy may be able to be met with patience or something, but it is clear that it takes a lot of time on that small chance.

The whole forest, as its name suggests, fell into a deep sleep.

In the col of the dragon Terus, the big creature still lay silent, and let the snow bury it quietly.

Thor looked at the strange dragon buried in the snow and fell into thought.

What the hell is wrong with it? Is it old? Is it hibernating? It doesn't need to eat? Doesn't it freeze to death? It can't be dead, right?

Thor was so curious that he wanted to cut through the snow and wake it up and ask what was wrong. But Thor didn't dare, it seemed not difficult to foresee what the outcome would be when waking up the dragon from hibernation, and he didn't want to try.

Since he didn't dare to harass the powerful dragon, he had to change to a weak object.

At the edge of the lake, Thor smashes a pit into the frozen surface of the lake and dips himself in the biting water.

"Come out and try the new gadgets I brought back from Newtown, and maybe you'll find a new home. As he took a shower in white smoke, Thor was talking to himself like a psychopath.

No response.

"Don't you want to get out of the lake and go outside? Saul continued to mutter.

No response.

"I know you can hear me, but since you're going to pretend you can't hear it, that's fine!" Thor was taking a shower and babbling there like a nagging madman, what he had seen and heard along the way, how he felt, what delicious food he ate, and so on.

Sevana appeared quietly with a yawn and glared at him with an unkind expression.

"If you don't come out, I'll talk here for three days and three nights, annoying you. Thor looked at her with a smile.

"I hate it, I have never seen such a verbose man like you, don't you sleep? Even monsters have gone to hibernation, okay? Look at who else in the whole world is running around like you? I really hate it!"

Sylvana spoke quickly, and a flood of resentment poured out on Thor.

Sleeping, hibernating, you're not human, no, you're not even a living being, do you, do you still need to sleep??

Wait for Thor to explain his idea of the soul crystal.

"I suspect that you are deliberately making excuses to torture me. Sevana looked at him very seriously.

"How?"

"I can't leave this lake, the fundamental reason is because I can't leave the source of magic in the lake, and if I can leave, why don't I walk to the beach by myself, and take it with me in this small crystal?"

"Can I take the source of magic for you? This crystal can even hold a demon soul, it seems to be very powerful. Thor thought differently.

Sylvana gave him a blank look.

"The source of magic is invisible, like a patch of mist, born out of nature. You humans can't see or feel it at all, as if it didn't exist, and you think you can take it with you?"

"Well, you have a point. Thor blinked.

"I'm convinced now that you came to torture me on purpose. Siffana yawned and walked away with a grumbling face.

Thor looked at her amusedly, she really seemed to be sleeping, and she was a little groggy from her sleep. Because in the past, she always disappeared in place when she left, instead of drifting away from the background like now.

After meeting his strange friends, Thor returned to his own life.

He wasn't really idle with nothing to do, nor was he afraid of being alone with this familiar old friend, he just didn't like the lifeless tension of the world coming to a standstill, which would give him the illusion of returning to the time of famine again.

And Thor knows very well that behind all the brilliance in this world, there is a corresponding loneliness as a price.

He was actually the busiest person in the whole winter, swordsmanship practice, absorption of soul crystals, accumulation of spiritual power in the space ring, reading, there were so many things that he was too busy to lift his head.

What made Thor speechless was that after more than twenty soul crystals were opened one by one and absorbed the demon souls in them, he did not wait for the legendary premonition before the promotion. If it weren't for Leon's true personality as a magic shopkeeper, Thor would have even suspected that it was a fake.

It seems that the number of demon souls is not enough, so let's wait for the beginning of spring and enter the forest to continue to work hard.

It's so difficult to be in the second order, it is conceivable that after reaching a higher rank, the number of demon souls needed may be a huge number, and it is no wonder that scattered demon souls are sold so cheaply.

As for the spatial ring, Thor spends a lot of time every day, trying to open the obstructive door in the ring. But for a while, he felt that the door did not move at all, and he was not sure whether the mental energy he spent every day had accumulated.

Persisting until the second month of winter, he felt that the door seemed to loosen a little, but he was still not sure if it was his own delusion.

It wasn't until the end of the cold winter that the door finally opened open, and Thor returned to reality sweating profusely, and fell into a new confusion.

Now that the door is open, does that mean the ring is ready to use? But how do you use it?

"Get in!" Thor tried to command a plate of leftovers on the table, but the leftovers didn't respond and didn't disappear as he thought.

"...... maybe it's a mental effort?Thor stared intently at the leftovers, imagining in his mind the process of stuffing the leftovers into the ring, but nothing happened until he stared at him.

It wasn't until Thor held out a finger to press the edge of the plate that the whole plate of leftovers finally disappeared in the middle of a thought. Thor then summoned his consciousness again, and a moment later the plate of leftovers reappeared on the table, unbroken and unaltered.

Very good! very convenient! very interesting!

Thor's eyes lit up as if he had gotten a new toy, and he was having fun with the leftovers. After playing with all the tables, chairs, beds, and boxes in the cabin, he had a new problem.

How much space does this ring have, or what is the limit of its storage?

Standing in the middle of the room, Thor had a strange smile on his face, and he pressed his hand against the wall of the cabin, and his thoughts raced.

...... Then, tragedy struck.

At that moment, the intense dizziness caused him to fall to the ground, and the entire grave keeper's hut disappeared, and the snowflakes fell unhindered, gradually burying him.

Maybe because of the size of the hut, it was obvious that his spiritual power had reached the verge of overdraft. Thor lay limply on the ground, obviously not going on like this, he would freeze to death in his own home.

Eventually, he had to endure his vertigo and get the hut back out.

In the moments before he fell unconscious, Thor's last thought was, it was really a damn thought.

He had thought that if he could take the hut away, he would see if he could fit the whole town into it.

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While Thor was amusing himself, the old mage of Grey Curtain was having a warm winter.

When people get old, the problem of cold will be magnified.

He spent the whole winter huddled in a rocking chair by the warm fireplace, covered with a thick blanket, and the small round table beside him was always stocked with hot fragrant tea and hot food.

These were all from his two new apprentices to magic.

A man and a woman, in their teens, came from two fairly well-established merchant families in Grey Curtain Town, and it is said that the mayor Elton was in contention with several local families when he announced the spot.

These ignorant fools, just two laundry and miscellaneous servants, what is there to grab.

A group of apprehensive young men and women stood in a row, and old Ivano glanced at it, raised the sleeves of his wide robes, and picked two of them at random. The two imps who were chosen looked excited, as if they had reached the peak of their lives since then.

It's just that they will never know that the reason why old Ivano likes them is very simple, they are healthy and smart.

Old Ivanor definitely wouldn't engage in any troublesome magic trials, as long as his magic perception swept through everyone, he knew that he was just a mediocre talent.

As for teaching magic, how could it be, these two imps couldn't teach even the gods in the world. There is such a thing as talent and magic, if you don't have it, you don't have it, and I can't change it.

Of course, there is still a process on the surface, teach some knowledge of magic inscriptions, throw a few simple spells at them, and let them play on their own. As for them looking horizontally, vertically, and backwards, whatever they want.

Anyway, in the end, I tried my best to teach, and whether they could learn it or not was a matter of qualifications, and I helped them erase unrealistic illusions, which was to save them.

Wouldn't it be nice to be an ordinary person to help the family's business, and learn some magic? That will ruin your life.

So the two apprentices happily began a new life of hard work, and old Ivanor also had a warm winter without any hard work.

Taking a sip of hot tea, old Ivano turned around and pulled out a book from the stack of books, and also brought out a letter under the book.

Looking at the handwriting he had left on the envelope, old Ivanor fell into doubt, and trembled and opened the letter with his withered claws, and finally remembered the horror of the abyss.

"Someone, damn it, come on, come on, go to Elton and borrow the letter crow!

So the letter, which had never been sent, finally returned to its original trajectory.