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www.mpzw.com) When a few of the Crusaders disobeyed orders and harassed the inhabitants of Snowman, their garrison was moved from the city to the outside of the city.

And when one of them defected because he longed for a free life, all of them were strictly ordered not to leave the barracks for half a step - unless they had a task to do so.

The ** of the human will always swell, and when they first came to the snowman, these Crusader warriors frantically praised the Light for being fed.

And now, every day, they look at the plains outside the barracks and the forests in the distance, looking at the plains that are gradually recovering from life, and they dream of going to the forest for a moment to walk and touch the freshly thawed river.

Trist walked out of the barracks under the envy of the crowd, and as a liaison officer, he was one of the few crusaders with the power to move freely - a position that was the biggest reason for the competition compared to the better salary.

And most of the reason why Trist, who is not outstanding in force and has no special talents, can stand out from the crowd of competitors is due to his hometown - Steinbrad. The Eleven who originally accompanied Loria to Skyrim were increasingly used, and Kana, a high-ranking priest from Steinbly, was especially fond of promoting people from her homeland.

Loria preferred to use locals to maintain law and order, and she deliberately kept the Crusaders isolated from the locals, and when there were few foreign enemies, the Crusaders only occasionally came out to patrol the trade routes in Snowman or to exterminate the increasingly rare bandits.

As a result, Trist's work is really leisurely.

Pacing slowly around the camp, he ignored the banter and jealousy of his comrades, and smiled smugly at them.

In the past, he might have been torn apart in a remote corner by a knife.

Although their movement was greatly restricted, the fact that anyone, regardless of status, had access to abundant and delicious food and a comfortable life without any danger somewhat calmed the Crusaders stationed in the snowy man.

Although the fear of the kingdom and family being destroyed by the undead and the anger of revenge still haunt everyone's mind like a nightmare, they have at least learned to joke.

Leaving the camp, Trist walked into a nearby supply depot and market dedicated to the Crusaders, the property of the snow-man's leading merchant and the fat man Thule, who sweated even in the dead of winter.

Rumor has it that this speculator who sided with the right side at a critical moment has the trust of the Governor's Lady, and judging from the fact that he has been responsible for many municipal projects and has even been able to supply the Scarlet Crusaders, the rumors seem to be true.

After a few laps around the market, Trist only bought two bottles of Black Thorn Mead...... Months of quiet life still hadn't taught him how to use the gold and silver coins in his hand.

The clear liquor was served in delicate glass bottles, which was obviously not a cheap commodity—but Trist still had a strange feeling, and always felt that it was strange to exchange coins for good wine—and he had not received a single copper coin salary for many years in the abbey, and he had no complaints, after all, money was of little use in a place where supplies were so scarce.

Packing wine into his pocket, Trist prepares to have a few drinks with friends in the evening, which is his latest hobby...... Hobbies are a new thing.

He didn't know if drinking was against the rules, but he thought to himself that as long as they stayed in the camp honestly, the eldest lady wouldn't care about anything, just as she would never care about the Nord natives as long as the law and order were good.

As the late winter draws to a close, the number of cattle hauling goods and passing through the wide roads is increasing day by day, but the roads are still clean and tidy - people in shackles can be seen everywhere, and they are diligently sweeping the roads.

They probably had nothing to do, Trist thought, and the captives had renovated almost the entire snowy city throughout the winter.

Access to the city is now easy, and the once rugged entrance has now been completely flattened by bombs, but Trist would never have thought that the defenses of the snowman had been weakened - the imitation Danmoro bunkers scattered around the road, with dark gun muzzles aimed at the main road.

The road leading to the city is lined with inns and corrals, and it is noisy all day long, and not far from the largest trading market in the snow, so close to it that even the captives cannot keep the environment clean and tidy, even if they work hard.

The Nord, who defended the city, was already familiar with Trist, and he bypassed the crowded main entrance without being checked, and entered the city through a side path.

He walked along the main road that divided the city in two, and when the Nords who met his eyes noticed the blood-colored Lordaeron insignia on his chest, they became cautious and polite...... There are also people who are enthusiastic by nature who will smile and wave at him and come over to say a word.

"May the Light bless you. ”

Trist is excited by the love of the locals, and this feeling of complacency that he has never felt before makes him happy every day...... Of course, what he liked the most was the fiery eyes of the young girls.

Maybe it would be nice to marry a Nord girl and make a home here, Trist thought silently, and laughed at himself for a moment, he knew that the idea was unrealistic...... Although the eldest lady may not interfere much, he vaguely feels that the commander will never agree on this issue.

In the square in the center of the city stands the steam tank that had stormed the snow-covered walls from the inside a few months earlier.

Today, it is a monument, and its inhabitants always praise Loria for her wisdom, for driving out the rebels and for bringing a better and freer life to the people.

In Xueman, Loria's reputation is in full swing.

A group of people catches Trist's attention.

He recognized them as Scarlet Crusaders, of course, but he felt that there was a huge gap between them and his companions—the curious and hostile look in his eyes, as if he were first entering the snow.

Several warriors were tightly wrapped around a man, their weapons out of their bodies, their eyes red, and they looked like beasts of prey ready to pounce on them.

Conscious of his duty to interrogate, Trist strode forward, and he quickly recognized the appearance of the man in the middle.

One of the counts of the Crusaders - Diernas de Calion.

The Count de Carlion was a respected and brave warrior...... Unfortunately, he died in battle, and the person in front of him was his nephew, who inherited his title.

Seeing Trist, who had been remembering to bow for a long time, the thirty-year-old count frowned, and he ordered him in a tone that could not be described as arrogant: "Take me to Mademoiselle Mograini." ”

The Count's attitude was ordinary—like all the nobles of the Crusaders, with the condescension to which Trist should have been accustomed.

But he had unconsciously become different, and although he bent his back as before, and nodded busily, he laughed at the Count in his heart.

Laughing at him for being rare and strange, laughing at him for having neither a name nor a merit—compared to the eldest lady, who always smiled gently at them and treated them with courtesy, Trist thought to himself, what was the right for such a man to be in a high position.