Walking out of the tribal longhouse, Todd set his sights on the small concrete building at the other end of the camp, and his otherwise calm mood began to ripple slightly.

Under the gaze of everyone, he took a step, stepped on the snow under his feet, and slowly walked to the door of the small building.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Todd's hand reached for the ring, but it hung hesitantly in the air. And in his heart, there are already thousands of thoughts.

The feeling that the woman Richer gives him now is not a simple love.

When I first saw her, the other party's appearance was not extremely beautiful, but whether it was her posture, eyes or movements, she revealed a bright and delicate and extremely rare charm. But whether it was in his previous life or in this life, Todd didn't have much affection for such a charming woman, let alone love.

But as they spent more and more time together, the intelligence and strategy hidden under the surface of the other party left a deeper and deeper impression on Todd.

After a period of getting along, when Todd met Rachel again, he no longer paid attention to the other party's capacity, but cared more about her thoughts.

With the occurrence of the Xenomorph Covenant, the Shadow Country, and the refusal to enter the palace, Richel's mind became more and more unpredictable, and Todd's heart was labeled as "mysterious". Many times, Todd thinks he has mastered her thoughts, but when he digs deeper, he realizes that all he sees is a light veil.

"Are you going to stand there for a day?"

A slurred voice came from the second floor, interrupting Todd's train of thought, causing him to look up.

Holding half a piece of baked jicama in both hands, and leaning out of the window, Rachel looked down at Todd at the door, and did not forget to bite the food in his hand.

Smiling and shaking his head, Todd put the complicated thoughts behind him and gently pushed the door open.

The wind was bitterly cold outside, but it was warm as spring inside.

With its textured brown hardwood floors, minimalist round tables and chairs, handcrafted barbarian crafts, and bright fireplaces and loungers to rest on, Todd has the illusion of returning to a café in his past life.

"How's it going? Everything here is designed in the style of another world. Rachel stepped on the wooden staircase and slowly descended the staircase.

The woman was wearing only a moon-white cloth robe in autumn clothes, and her curvaceous figure was unobstructed, causing Todd to swallow a mouthful of saliva secretly.

The two stood facing each other, staring at each other for a long time.

More than half a month has passed since the last momentary pleasure in the soul space, and after really meeting Rachel himself, Todd actually found that he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Rachel spotted Todd's gaze, stayed on his chest, and asked angrily, "Where are you looking?"

Hearing this, the latter hurriedly raised his head and pretended to be serious.

Rachel leaned sideways, slept in the chaise longue, and adjusted to a comfortable position: "You came faster than I expected, I thought you didn't care about the life or death of others, and planned to spend this cold winter alone in the dormitory." ”

Todd sat on the edge of the chaise longue and looked back at Rachel, "I could have come earlier, but there are some things in the kingdom that must be taken care of before I leave. ”

"How long can you stay this time?"

"If there is nothing urgent happening in the kingdom, perhaps it can be ...... For a long time. ”

Hearing Todd's words, Rachel suddenly sat up from the recliner, stared into the other party's eyes and said seriously, "My Majesty, what did you do when you returned to Twilight West City this time?"

Todd told Rachel about the formation of the cabinet and the transfer of government affairs.

The latter closed his eyes and sighed helplessly: "The power that others want, but you avoid it." ”

Todd smiled bitterly, "I may not be able to become a qualified monarch. ”

"On the contrary, in my opinion, you may be the wisest monarch in thousands of years......" Before he finished speaking, Rachel suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily at Todd, "What are you doing with your hands?!"

Todd's palm moved up slightly along the woman's calf, and his body unconsciously approached the other party, and said softly: "Regarding what happened in the spirit world, I think it may be possible to ...... it in reality now."

Rachel interrupted him with a chuckle, "I don't think like you do, number one, I can't get used to the way you are now. ”

Todd looked down at his body and said thoughtfully, "You're right, it's really not appropriate, I can immediately return to my original state." ”

Rachel stretched out her white hands and gently grabbed Todd's chin, with a narrow smile on her face: "Second, I don't like to have an audience. ”

Todd's eyes looked at the deep furrow in Richel's chest, and he said unconsciously, "I don't like the audience either...... Hmm, what did you just say, audience?!"

Rachel pushed Todd's chin away and turned his head in the direction of the stairs.

An unexpected face appeared at the top of the staircase, startling Todd.

Deirdre bit her lower lip and looked at the two on the chaise longue with a flushed face, her expression as if she had just returned home and had caught her wife in bed in the bedroom.

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Thirteen kilometers north of Froststone Camp.

Concierber's confidant, Fergal, sat on his horse, looked at the army beside him, and said nothing.

The commander of Ulster's wing, rode his horse to Fergal's side and whispered, "My lord, wouldn't it be a bit ...... to use so many soldiers in order to exterminate a group of defectors in the gladiatorial arena What a fuss?"

"It's never a mistake to be cautious. Fergal looked at the commander and said quietly, "You weren't there at that gladiatorial fight. You can never imagine the strength and fighting spirit of that man in battle. ”

As if recalling the scene of the gladiatorial fight that day, Fugar shivered slightly on his horse: "With his own strength, he killed twelve giant wolves." It wasn't a human manifestation at all, it was more like the son of war who killed everything in the legend of the Old Gods. He has become a demon of the Ulster King, and if he is not eliminated soon, our monarch will never be able to regain his confidence and sanity. ”

The commander lowered his head with a disapproving expression.

Furgar suddenly asked, "How are you investigating the 'ghosts' that the scouts mentioned?"

The commander shrugged his shoulders: "God knows if what they say is true or false! The big sword that he wielded can cut through the rock, jump from a tree more than ten meters away without injury, and run faster than a war horse...... This is complete nonsense! It's all those scouts who deliberately exaggerate the enemy's strength in order to avoid blame!"

"Forty experienced and experienced scout warriors engaged the enemy, and only one escaped by pretending to be dead. The enemy retreated with all his body, not even a blade or a piece of broken armor left on the battlefield, how do you explain this?" said Fergar, twisting the whip in his hand.

The commander scratched his head: "That's what I guessed, the rebel leader Boyle selected a group of elite fighters from the gladiators, and among his people, found some hunters who were familiar with the terrain and routes, and defeated our scouts by ambush. ”

After saying these words, the commander found that Fugar did not refute, so he complained boldly: "My lord, we have mobilized almost all the reserve forces of the kingdom this time, and brought out nearly thirty war beasts, and we also chose to attack in the bitterly cold midwinter. Both logistics and military morale have reached a very dangerous situation. Every night there are soldiers who freeze to death in their tents, and the only reason they have been able to hold out until now is simply because the deserters we executed are hung all around the camp!"

Fergar looked at the forest in the distance and muttered, "Tell our soldiers, hold on a little longer, we are already close to the enemy." ”