The fragile defenses on the eastern shore of the lake made it difficult to sleep well, the improvised fortifications were still the same as they had been at the beginning, all the manpower had been transferred to the North Sea to build a seemingly useless harbor, a large number of soldiers had also gathered there, the strength of the defensive line and the monastery was extremely empty, if the undead attacked at this time, I am afraid that this fortress standing on the edge of death would collapse in an instant.

A lot of people were against such crazy ventures, but not even a single undead or weird guy with a probe could get past this seemingly fragile line of defense.

As the days passed, the news of the undead colluding between Renaud Mograine and Whitemane spread everywhere, and even the deepest part of the mountains knew that the previous commander of the Crusaders was a big bad.

Of course, they thought so many years ago, and now it is just one more piece of evidence.

The cute little girl who overthrew the big bad guy is in the limelight for a while, and her approval ratings are rising, but when winter comes, many people complain about her secretive style - even those closest to her can't guarantee that they know what she's been planning lately.

Concealment, deception, secret orders, smoke bombs to divert attention, covert operations...... Loria Mograini is so adept at these operations that those who don't know her will inevitably wonder if she was a spy or a covert organization.

How could she have mastered such powerful magic?

Is there a deeper meaning behind her unusual actions?

When will she suddenly appear behind me?

Her spies really aren't lying in ambush for me?

How does she manage to get snacks out of her pocket at any time and place?

Anyone who has the slightest contact with Loria and tries to get to know her better will be caught in a whirlpool of secrets one after another.

The fear of the unknown is offset by her harmless appearance and sweet, sincere smile, and she is not the next source of fear, but there will always be speculation and dissatisfaction, and she has no intention of changing her style.

She had disappeared for a while and reappeared, and now she hung herself on the wooden fence of the lookout post, squinting and looking listlessly ahead, where all kinds of strange parts were scattered, most of them the remains of the undead.

Elie is like a pincer to hold the place, and has won a large number of adherents...... At first, she was reluctant to leave Loria's side, but now she is enjoying it, and she has just gone out with a large group of soldiers around her to clean up the undead wandering around the periphery.

Although the Undead Canopy blocked most of the sunlight, Loria was still a little sleepy during the day, and before leaving the mysterious island, she rearranged the teleportation circle herself to prepare for the next teleportation, but Duane told her that the only remaining magical materials had to maintain the portal to Skyrim Province, and she had no way to complete the rest of the expedition for the time being.

So, as the monastery got back on track, she often wandered around idle, hoping that pirates she didn't trust would sail merchant ships laden with much-needed supplies to the North Sea.

The man who was left behind was listlessly training in the far open space behind her, the sword impact training was lazily transmitted by the noise of dummies, she sat on the protective fence, most of her body was suspended in the air, but she was not afraid at all, and even yawned, rubbed her eyes with both hands, and then used her spare eyes to watch Shoumi pick up the bones of the undead underneath and play.

She picked up a skeleton and threw it away after a little look, she picked up another leg bone and used it to hit the other bones scattered around it, and when she got tired of playing, she walked to the bottom of the watchtower where her master was, and curled up in the corner with her knees in her arms.

The remains of the cactus ball had long since been reduced to ashes and had been buried in the garden of the monastery, and she had even made a small tombstone out of wood chips next to it, which read, 'My beloved Caesar is buried here'.

Her love for cactus balls is so deep that it makes people feel a little scared...... Loria remembered that the gift she had brought back from Skyrim had arrived, and flashed to the bottom of the tower—she was used to fogging, but lately she had been deliberately practicing teleportation, and she leaned over and rubbed her head against her legs, and shrunk back in a wilting manner.

"Take it. ”

Loria handed a pot of spiked plants to Shoumei, a rare item that had been brought from the distant south of the empire in another world, and she had used two good rubies to buy it from the jeweler.

Shoumei's frowning brow gradually provoked, and she grew her mouth in surprise, looking so silly.

"Caesar, Caesar?" Shoumi jumped in front of Loria at once, "No...... Not Caesar......"

She held the small basin in Loria's hand and put her face on the cactus, the stinging sensation reminded her of the **** night with Caesar, and inadvertently shed tears, and her expression gradually became serene...... Temujin!"

Shoumei jumped and screamed, and suddenly hugged her master's thigh and cried, "This kindness...... Favored ...... There is no way to repay the broken bones of the United States!"

"Okay, okay, no big deal. Loria looked at the tears and saliva that rubbed against the corners of her skirt and thighs, "Let me go...... Good dog, good dog, go and play on the side by yourself. ”

Well, I hope that such peaceful days will continue in the future, difficulties and setbacks will appear and be overcome, and one day, she and her people will find a home to return to and protect.

But before that, who did she seem to have forgotten?

……

Aaron took off the bandage and examined the deepest wound in his abdomen, which had gradually healed, and he had been besieged in a hard-fought battle with no chance of victory, and he had received at least a hundred blows all over his body, and was hit in the head by a collapsing rock...... Just like that, he didn't die, and even he thought it was a miracle.

He tried to remember what had happened before, but the breakpoint memories were initially only a lilac halo, and when he became conscious again, he was carried on a stretcher by several soldiers, surrounded by strange but rich land.

After that, he came here, and woke up several times without seeing the soldiers transporting him, and a very wonderful girl came to see him once, but apparently not friendly to him, and at other times it was a fool who could not even speak simple words and occasionally came to look after him.

Since it's almost good...... Aaron struggled to sit up from his bed, he wanted to get out of here, figure out where he was, and save his sister who he had left in the convent.

"So all fools have an unusually tenacious vitality?"

The voice it had heard once suddenly reappeared, along with its silvery-pink haired owner. (To be continued.) )