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The snow is falling from the sky, and people will be able to see clearly less than a meter in front of them.

Snowflakes carry a whirring cold wind, and the biting cold spreads in every corner of the earth.

The two figures, one large and one small, held hands with each other, and with great difficulty, they came from the castle from the side of the collapsed castle gate, and came to the open space in the castle.

"Uncle, do you think your mother will be fine?" Little Cheeto raised his head and shouted at Habs, who was trudging through the ankle-deep snow beside him.

Habs shook his head, leaned down to carefully arrange the felt hat on Cheeto's head, and then gently patted his four-year-old nephew's red little cheek: "Uncle doesn't know, but we should find out soon." ”

According to the Countess's prior instructions, at the beginning of the war, the young Habs, who felt the power of the mountain shaking, fled from the castle with his little nephew along the secret passage of the mountain behind the castle.

But the snowstorm and the rolling mountains made the young Habs find that he could not escape from the mountains with his little nephew, and just as he was hesitating about what to do, he suddenly realized that the battle seemed to be over, so he ventured back to the castle with his nephew.

However, when Habs returned the same way, the secret passage behind the mountain had been shattered, so Habs and Cheetos could only go around to the front door of the castle.

"Ouch!" Little Cheeto suddenly tripped over something, slipped and fell to the snow.

"Are you alright?" Startled, Habs hurriedly pulled his little nephew up and patted the snowflakes off his body for him.

"Hey, what is this?" It was at this time that Habs suddenly noticed something strange about what had tripped over Cheetos.

A hand appeared in Habs's sight from under the snow, and the thumb of the hand moved slightly when Cheetos saw it.

"Someone!" Habs was startled, and almost instantly wanted to run away with his little nephew.

But he immediately calmed down, unsheathed his sword from his waist, and began to dig up the snow.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Xiao Budian stood aside and looked at his uncle curiously.

"Help, you stand here and don't move." Habs said.

In Habs's opinion, it was most likely that the person buried under the snow was some servant in the castle, or even an acquaintance of his own, so of course he could not die without help.

Habs was actually a third-level beginner warrior, and his strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, so he dug up the snow quite quickly, and after a while, he dug out the person buried in the snow.

It was a very young man, but Habs didn't know him.

The good news is that the man should still be alive, but he looks like he's going to die at any moment.

"Such a serious injury!" Habs's eyes widened, for he found that the man was stuck in a dense body of crossbow arrows, and although these crossbow arrows were very short, the wounds where the arrows entered his body had turned black, and it was obvious that the arrows were poisonous.

What's worse is that not only the wounds, but also the man's face is covered with black gas, and it is obvious that he has been deeply poisoned.

"Is this man still alive, uncle?" Cheeto, who was on the side, asked curiously.

"Probably so." Habs said, "Come, help my uncle." ”

One of them struggled to move the fainted man to a nearby ruin, which had been a stables in the castle, and there were still a few sections of walls that had not completely collapsed, barely enough to shelter from the wind and snow.

Habs took out a small bottle from his bosom and carefully poured out a black pill from it.

A strange smell emanated through the air.

The little little Cheeto, who was standing next to Habs, covered his nose with a disgusted expression on his face: "It stinks, uncle, what is this, dung ball?" ”

"What a dung ball, this is the antidote pill your mother gave me!" Habs glared at Cheeto, laughed, and then carefully cracked the man's teeth and shoved the elixir down.

Little Cheeto pursed his lips: "Such a stinky thing, can it be useful?" ”

Habs sighed, "I don't know, but it's the only thing in me that might have saved him." ”

The uncle and nephew stared at each other, and just sat beside the man and waited.

"It's useful, it's useful, it's back, it's back!" After a while, Little Cheeto suddenly screamed in surprise.

Habs looked at it intently, and found that the black gas on the man's face had gradually receded, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, took out the wound medicine from his arms, and began to deal with the arrows on the man's body.

Although he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, Habs was so skilled at these things that he was like a doctor, and he did not know who taught him.

Little Cheetos blinked his eyes and watched curiously, and from time to time a few strange questions popped up that Habs couldn't answer.

"Uncle, look, this person's pectoralis major muscle is really developed, much stronger than yours!"

"Uncle, look, this man's arm is really long, much stronger than yours!"

"Uncle, look, this person's abdominal muscles have six pieces, which is much stronger than yours!"

"Uncle, look, this man's chicken—"

"Shut up or I'll beat your ass!" Habs's face was bruised, and he finally let out an unbearable roar.

Little Cheeto obediently closed his mouth, but the expression of "his is bigger than yours and longer than you" still made Habbs hate itchy, and he wanted to beat up his little nephew.

"But speaking of whom, who shot this arrow, where is it not good, and it is biased to such a key position, what a hatred this is!" Habs glanced at a key part of the man's crotch and couldn't help but mutter.

If Habs knew that the sword had been shot by his own sister, the Countess, the mistress of the castle, I wonder how the young Habs would have felt.

"Uncle!" While Habs was thinking about it, little Cheeto suddenly screamed again.

Habs said fiercely, "What are you doing? ”

"He's awake!"

Habs subconsciously turned his head to look, and suddenly found that the man slowly opened his eyes.

The man's eyes were a little confused at first, but they soon became sober, and after a few circles from side to side, the man's gaze swept over Kittos, and finally locked on Habs: "Who are you?" ”

Habs laughed, "My name is Habs. ”

"My name is Cheetos and I'm his nephew." The little one on the side interjected.

Habs glared at his mischievous nephew fiercely, and then said to the man, "You must be one of the adventurers who live in the castle, can you tell me what happened in the castle?" ”

The man was slightly stunned, and then a wry smile appeared on his face: "To be honest, I don't know very well. ”

Xiao Budian interjected again: "You haven't said your name yet, it's very rude!" ”

Habs slapped Cheeto's ass hard, finally quieting the little guy for a while.

The man was stunned again, and then a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

"My name is Dandrien, thank you for saving my life, Habs. Oh yes, and you, little Cheetos, nice to meet you. ”

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