Even the morning wind warms up in the warm sun. They sweep over the gravel paths, twisting the smoke from the roofs of the houses at an angle, and finally dissipating into the sparse wheat fields, causing the harvested straw to shake slightly.

This is Loristed, the land of wheat and cashmere, Loristed.

The herdsmen who had come up from the countryside haggled their flocks in a thick local accent with the tax collectors at the checkpoints, arguing over whether a sheep's tax should be one and a sixth of a sipding or a half and a fifth. Not noticing that the passengers in line behind them had been upset by the two guys blocking the road.

Someone had even prepared a mace - if they continued to get in the way, someone would definitely get a blow to their head.

Of course, reasonable people will control their own hands and feet, so that this ordinary quarrel does not turn into a tragic conflict and bloodshed. If one qiē is normal, then at most another five minutes one of the two parties to the argument will regress. Let the roads to the tax collection gates be cleared.

After all, according to the decree issued by the lord, the tax payable for an adult goat is four-fifths of the septin. And the extra part is added by the tax collector himself.

It's a big fuss, and it's not good for anyone.

However, this qiē had to be based on the premise that there was not a single convulsive illusionist in the vicinity who wanted to throw a berserk spell into the pile.

……

The parrot was contemplating whether he should cast a berserk or a horror spell in that direction. Both of these spells were loved by her, and the effects they could have were similar, making it difficult for her to choose between them for a while.

She eventually decided to do nothing. Just leave it at that.

so as not to cause extraneous branches.

After all, the goals that belonged to her, the goals that belonged to the Brotherhood, would appear from the other side of the horizon in a quarter of an hour at most. And at this critical juncture, it is not allowed to make a mistake.

She shouldn't even be here, even if she was so skilled that she could hide in the crowd or in the shadows like a drop in the ocean, but who could guarantee that she would be able to avoid the perception of 'that person'? After all, 'that person' is a strong person who has surpassed the limit, even if there are all kinds of weaknesses, but the strong is the strong, and cannot be compared with the weak.

But the parrot couldn't help it, and some extremely deep emotion compelled her to come to the gate of the town even if she disobeyed the order, just to see her before the man died.

Alice.

She almost watched as this little girl ascended from a person close to her, childlike to extract power above the mortal.

It doesn't matter if you are wielding a bow or a sword, an axe or a staff. They all have a vertex that can be reached. Like splitting a fly into fifteen parts with a sword, or etching a beautiful landscape painting into a vase with a searing touch, these are the limits of mortal skill.

Although it is difficult, as long as you have a certain qualification, and then you water it with enthusiasm and hard work, blood and experience, you will be able to reach this threshold one day. But that ends there. The realms further up cannot be reached by pure mortal strength.

There may be one or two exceptions in history, but only one or two.

Before this boundary, there was genius. And after it, it's [Strong]!

From ancient times to the present, there are only a few people who can cross this line in an era. Or rather, these people are the ones who lead the trend of the times. And Alice, a little girl who couldn't even walk freely before the Dragon Plague, gained this power without much effort!

How enviable this must be.

How envious.

How ...... Bitter hatred?

I don't know how many people want to take her place during the dragon disaster, and I don't know how many people want her to die of despair after being humiliated in every way.

The parrot lowered its eyes, trying with all its might to suppress some fiery emotion within its shell. She can obviously be classified as one of the two types of people.

But patience is necessary now.

The Brotherhood had infiltrated Loristted five days earlier, and by now there were at least forty-two deathbirds flying around the town - wiping out almost all of the Brotherhood's power in the snowman.

And this qiē is all about burying her, burying her life, burying her legend, burying Alice's ...... 一qiē!

…………

I don't know if it's Alice's deliberate delay, or Lydia's absent-mindedness, the trip that could be completed in five days at most was turned into ten days by the two of them! Regardless of the rest, Lydia is very well staggered with Kematou's team. So as not to be embarrassed after meeting.

During this ten-day journey, the two girls watched the sunrise, the sunset, the rainbow, the starry sky, slept on the ancient battlefield, worshiped the heroic spirits in front of the monument, even explored the danger in a small cave, and rescued a farmer from the stick of a giant when they came out.

Poor fellow, he thought that by sacrificing to the giants, he would be able to protect his domestic animals. In order to heal him, Alice had to use an incineration spell to show him the correct way to deal with giants.

Of course, this approach has a relatively high threshold and is not suitable for everyone. But at least the farmer won't be stupid again.

In return, the farmer offered them a night's stay in the small village where he lived. As well as adequate supplies.

Forget about the ingredients - there are plenty of them on the Great Plains. But without spices, it can be extremely deadly.

All in all, after all the pleasant and unpleasant things they had gone through, they had finally arrived in the great town of the western part of the snowy city, where the snowy man had been fed with a large amount of food and meat.

The snowy west is the Great Plains, and the most important thing is the pastures with abundant water and grass, and before she can enter the city, Alice has seen at least seven herds of more than 100 sheep. The herders here domesticate a hunting dog that allows them to help manage their flocks – after all, there are plenty of wolves on the Great Plains. And a warrior like Alice, who can completely ignore them, is still relatively rare in the entire Snow Collar.

All in all, after throwing away all this mess and seeing a less-than-elegant opera for free at the town gates of Loristade, Alice and Lydia finally found a place to stay—a reasonably priced, but neat enough inn.

"I always feel like there's something wrong."

Lydia went to the market to sell some of the rare materials she had harvested in the Great Plains - such as the teeth and skins of the saber-toothed tigers, which were good raw materials and could be turned into valuable furs and ritual daggers with a little processing. Presumably able to sell for a good price to buy the necessities that are missing for the rest of the trip, Alice is confident that Ladia will be able to do the job beautifully.

She herself remained in the inn.

"This town seems to be a little incongruous." Alice pursed her lips and whispered.

This hunch originated at the gates of the city. As they jumped off their horses, she sensed someone watching her. Although it was only a brief moment, Alice was confident that her feelings could not go wrong.

But she couldn't have refused to enter Loristed just because of this very likely sign of nervousness. It would have been too timid, so she thought about it for a moment and decided to put it in the back of her mind.

But as soon as she entered the town, another uncomfortable sensation crawled through her body like a cold viper. What she saw in front of her was a small but lively town, but in her eyes, it seemed to be a dangerous crypt labyrinth!

In the depths of every alley there seemed to be a dark beast hidden, and beneath every floor seemed to stand a scorching sword tip! There seemed to be the ultimate malice in everyone's eyes, whether it was a herdsman, a hawker, a guard, or a young child. It was as if they were going to give her a sword from behind when she turned around.

She almost struggled to control herself!

There was a voice in her head that kept urging her to leave quickly, or to destroy the ominous place of Miè. Kill all the people here, burn down all the houses here, don't let go of even a chicken, and destroy them all!

But she couldn't, and there was no reason for that.

Alice let out a long sigh. She decided to get some sleep first, maybe waking up better.

She didn't want to think about why the poster that wanted her or canonized her hadn't been able to be posted on the walls of Loristed until now.