After Leonard finished processing the frozen fish, he replaced it with a quilt, and Violet was responsible for crushing the frozen meat into minced meat. The fish in the far north are fleshy and spiny, delicious, and melt in the mouth, and thanks to them, the ground meat is almost semi-liquid.

Willett finished grinding the minced meat, and carefully used an ice ridge to pick out the crushed ice and the bones that had accidentally mixed into it. With each tiny bone, Leonard became more and more embarrassed. I secretly thought that although Lord Welllet was a princess of the blood clan, she had been clothed and fed since she was a child, but in the end, as a woman, she was naturally more meticulous than a boy.

When the minced meat was finished, Leonard said thank you and wanted to take the ice bowl, but Welllight hesitated and said, "Although the meat is good, it is still different from the liquid food you ate two days ago, right?

Because there are still many non-undead creatures in the Soul Seat, it is also necessary to regularly deliver ingredients through subordinate organizations. In order to prevent some ill-intentioned people in the Soul Seat from poisoning, Claire and Leonard basically put the ingredients into their personal space.

Thanks to this good habit, saving money has allowed them to persist for more than a month. It wasn't until he ran out of ingredients two days ago that Leonard took the risk to go fishing.

Hearing Vill Little say this, Leonard nodded in hindsight. But when he saw the minced meat in the bowl, he hesitated.

As a disciple, of course, there is no reason to dislike the teacher. But the question is, as a disciple, will this cause Claire's disgust?

As soon as he thought of this, he was a little entangled and hesitant.

"What's wrong?" asked Violet, slightly disgruntled.

Leonard squirmed and didn't speak.

"Hey, what the hell are you thinking!" said Villette's tone, which had become unpleasant.

Leonard was startled, and then said with a sad face, "I was wondering if Mr. Claire didn't want to eat the food I chewed...... As a disciple – and of the same sex – it is always a bit bad to feed the teacher without permission. ”

"Why don't I do it!" Lily volunteered, but seeing her so petite size, no one took her offer seriously.

Leonard smiled wryly, "Don't mess with Lily. ”

The latter also realized that he couldn't do this, so he smiled embarrassedly and touched the back of his head.

Villette was silent for a moment, then asked faintly, "You mean you want me to feed you?"

Leonard noticed that the Blood Princess's lips were lightly pursed, because of the strange nature of the Blood Clan, Leonard could not detect her true mood at the moment from her face.

In fact, Leonard did not fail to test his own conjectures. If his conjecture just now was wrong, no matter how much he jumped on a rope, Wellett would flatly refuse.

This is not Leonard's crazy temptation on the verge of death, he is actually using this matter to test the trustworthiness of Willett. If his conjecture is correct, it means that Willet's credibility can be greatly increased.

But no matter how tempting you try, you can't go overboard, and Leonard quickly said, "Well, isn't that too much, then...... I'll do it anyway. ”

He grimaced.

Willett's skin was fair, and she couldn't see any expression at all. After a moment of silence, she frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me." ”

When Leonard handed her the ice bowl in his hand, he saw her silently chewing the minced meat, and then using her lips to reach Claire's mouth. I don't know if it's an illusion, Leonard always felt a touch of shyness flash on her face.

In this regard, Leonard secretly confessed sins in his heart.

After more than half an hour, after feeding, Violet gathered her long hair and explained to Leonard, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to have as much of an indispensable force as possible in the rest of my escape." ”

When she said this, although her face did not change, her pupils wavered like water.

Leonard was speechless about this, but he was inexplicably relieved in his heart.

There was no word that day until midnight. In fact, it is not accurate to say that midnight, with the arrival of late autumn, the daylight is now decreasing, and the daylight hours are often no more than five hours, and Leonard can only distinguish day and night by the pocket watch in his hand.

Anyway, in the early hours of that night, things went wrong.

He was woken up by Villelet in a haze, and subconsciously wanted to cast a spell, but saw that in the dark ice cave, Villelet covered his mouth.

"Shhhh ”

Leonard listened intently, but couldn't hear any movement, and it wasn't until he carefully sensed the level of negative energy gathering that he realized that there were indeed undead gatherings.

He realized that these undead creatures were most likely attracted by the ice fountain that was more than ten kilometers away during the day, which made him a little annoyed. Because he didn't dare to use spells, coupled with the freezing in the ice and snow, he invisibly had the wrong feeling that the distance of more than ten kilometers was very far away. In fact, if you think about it carefully, let alone a master-level powerhouse, even in the eyes of a high-level spellcaster, more than ten kilometers is not a distance worth mentioning.

But it was this perceptual error that made him forget the lurking crisis.

He nodded at Villeret, holding Claire's quilt in his arms to keep him moving. Ignoring etiquette, he took Wellett's cold little hand that covered his mouth and wrote a few words on her palm.

- What should I do?

At the critical moment, Leonard, who is very mature in mind, decides to listen to Villeret's advice first. At the same time, one of his hearts also mentioned his throat and eyes. Willet's advice was crucial, the only criterion by which he judged whether an ally could be credible at this time.

- Wait!

Weller's answer in the palm of his hand made Leonard's heart tighten, but he was soon relieved, and they couldn't think of anything other than waiting.

The current situation is that they are a master blood clan, a high-level mage, and an unconscious oil bottle. This lineup seems to be strong, but it also depends on where it is, in the long-inherited Soul Seat, once Malthus's subordinates find their traces, they will have nowhere to escape.

And Willet's suggestion seems to be fateful, but with Leonard in her place, she really can't think of a better way than to 'wait'.

Time passed minute by minute, and Leonard did not dare to open his pocket watch to calculate the time, and could only determine the passage of time with his senses. In his senses, after about five or six minutes, gradually, with his hearing, he could hear the click of something walking on the glacier.

Judging by the slight voice, it should be a low-level skeleton.

Leonard held his breath for fear of making the undead feel the breath of the living. The abundant negative energy and extreme cold temperatures of the Far North could somewhat mask the breath of the living, but Leonard's heart was beating fast because he gradually sensed the sound of the rugged footsteps getting closer and closer, until he came to the foot of this iceberg.

The ice cave is located in the middle of the iceberg, and although there is no guarantee that this inconspicuous ice cave will not attract the attention of the undead, Leonard still pinched a cold sweat.

He wrote a line in the palm of Willet's palm - do you have to wait?

- Wait!

Wellett's answer was the same as always.

In the darkness, Leonard couldn't control his thoughts, and the miscellaneous fragments of his thoughts continued to diverge like fireflies.

Is Violet really credible? Is her feeling for her teacher really correct? Or is it her acting skills? Or is it her illusion that she is in a desperate situation? Would it be better to break through before Malthus's elite is surrounded? But will such a breakthrough reveal her whereabouts?

Leonard's breathing inevitably became rapid.