Wittland was a frontier town of the Orman Empire, located on the border between the Western and Northern continents.

However, according to the geographical location and customs, the style here is closer to Beizhou.

It's just past five o'clock in the evening, and the sky is already dark—no way, winter nights always come earlier.

The boy in a gray coat climbed a small hill against the heavy snow, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lights of the town.

Since Bai Mo and Jiang Qinghan were separated, Qianzhou walked through the Crescent Corridor alone, and half of the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions were walked by him.

After a few days of repairing the Crescent Moon Corridor, it took about half a month for Qianzhou to stop and go along the way. After that, I finally stepped on the tail of November and arrived at Witlans.

Although the scenery of the Western Regions is good along the way, there are also a lot of troubles, and the hardships are really not enough for outsiders.

Needless to say, there are standard equipment such as robbers and robbers, and I have seen three times in arms smuggling thousands of boats.

Can't you smuggle a little more secretly? I don't want to know!

Later, as soon as Qianzhou arrived in Yuelan (one of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions), he was smashed in the head by a hydrangea, and then a group of people appeared to find him for a duel. was so frightened that Qianzhou didn't even eat, and ran directly to the next country.

In addition to these, there are quite a few minor troubles. But the good thing is that it's all over in the end.

Qianzhou sighed and ended the part of remembering the bittersweet and sweet.

Patting the snow on his head, Qianzhou stepped on the cotton-like snow and walked towards Witlanth step by step.

To be honest, although he had been prepared, Qianzhou, who grew up in the south since he was a child, still had lingering palpitations about the cold in the northland after winter.

In the face of the cold north wind, the coat on his body is simply no different from a paper shell. The snow under my feet didn't reach my calves, and my boots squeaked as soon as I stepped on them.

Most of the trees are coniferous forests, and they are covered with thick snow, and the original green color is completely unrecognizable.

Generally speaking, no one will walk under a tree to avoid the snow, even if the snowflakes are large. After all, the branches and leaves of the trees could shake off a large cloud of snow at any moment, smashing people all over their faces. It's a lot more exciting than snow.

But because Qianzhou had no experience, he had already been smashed no less than three times before he went far.

Fortunately, Qianzhou is an extraordinary person, even if he runs naked in the snow for a few rounds, it doesn't matter, he has to be a serious illness if he is an ordinary person.

After walking for about half an hour, Qianzhou finally arrived at Witlans.

Wittlands is a medium-sized town dominated by heavy industry and extremely poor in agriculture and light industry.

Fifty years ago, Witlands was a small village. However, after the discovery of a huge natural coal mine in some areas further north, with the rumbling black smoke, Wittland developed rapidly.

Qianzhou's original plan was to make a train here, directly to Caronster in the central area of Xizhou. If nothing else, Rantei should be there.

However, a delay on the road will cause it to be late, and Qianzhou thinks that he will make plans after staying for one night.

After entering the town, there was a lot less snow on the ground than outside, and someone must have cleared it.

There are hardly any pedestrians in the empty streets, but the rows of houses on both sides reveal the warm glow of the fire.

Occasionally, the smell of food wafted from the window, making the hungry Qianzhou swallow.

Qianzhou walked under the iron sign.

The street sign has been around for many years, and many of the letters on it have faded. Coupled with the heavy snow and rust, it was very difficult for Qianzhou to distinguish.

It was about a long time since Qianzhou stood for a while, and the two men sneakily leaned over.

Both men were about twenty-five years old, wrapped in cotton clothes and thick gloves, and their tall figures resembled two stout black bears.

One of them took out a dagger and shook it, probably because he was so nervous that the dagger almost fell to the ground.

The other spoke in a trembling voice: "Stranger, since you have arrived here, you have to follow the rules here." ”

His accent was slightly heavier, which made Qianzhou, who didn't use English often, distinguish for a while.

After that, Qianzhou showed a subtle expression.

Needless to say, he was robbed. It's just that these two robbers, in addition to being scary in shape, look rather unprofessional.

Normally, after choosing the target to attack, the two of them should lean over and drag themselves to a remote place before making the next step, rather than directly doing it on such a big road.

Although there is no one else now because of the weather, no one can say what will happen in a while. What's more, the police station is just two blocks away!

Even because of the thick hat, Qianzhou couldn't see their expressions clearly. But Chishu could also feel that they seemed to be more nervous than herself.

Come on, I ran into two chicks.

Wait, how do I know so much about how to rob?

Realizing that his painting style had deviated, Qianzhou fell into deep thought.

"It's not hard for us to pay for you, your money...... I'll let you go if I'm halfway there. The robbers kindly relented.

Just as Qianzhou, who couldn't cry or laugh, was about to send the two to the police station, an unexpected voice came:

"Is this how you disgrace the men of the Northland!"

The voice was young, it was supposed to be a teenage girl.

Qianzhou followed the voice. The man who came wrapped himself in a thick robe and wore a hood. In the dim light, the face is not visible, and only the fluctuation of essentia can be perceived.

The girl came over and continued: "You are in the prime of life, and you do this kind of fly camp and dog thing instead of making progress. Especially if you shoot at a foreigner, you will lose the face of the Northlanders!

(Hamanda: A primitive belief widely prevalent in the northern snowy regions, meaning "god of the snowy mountains.") ）

The two men were so ashamed of what they said that they ran away.

This made Qianzhou feel that they were a little cute—if those old fritters who had abandoned their manners and shame would not care about this.

Qianzhou turned around and thanked sincerely: "Thank you for your help. ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not helping you. You don't need my help either. The girl's voice had a cold indifference that was thousands of miles away, "I just don't want those two people to die like this at such a young age." ”

Qianzhou was stunned for a moment.

Isn't he like the kind of guy who kills people if he doesn't agree with him?

No, it's not your own reason, it's the inherent impression that transcendental beings have given people since ancient times.

Qianzhou explained seriously: "I didn't hurt their thoughts. Even without you, I'd just take those two people to the police station......"

Before Qianzhou finished speaking, the girl had already turned around and walked away: "You don't have to explain to me, what you did has nothing to do with me." But...... That's the best. ”