In the middle of the night, several carts drove out of the camp at Alpine Fort with the remains of all the Blood Knights.

The mountain fort and some other campsites were too close to each other, and the slightest anomaly was too easy to spot. After all, Richard had a secret in his heart, so he was ready to dispose of these remains overnight to avoid being seen.

In order to keep it as quiet as possible, a few sturdy barbarians also deliberately untied their horses and pulled the ropes themselves to do the work for them. With their physical strength, this is also a piece of cake.

"How do you make it look like a thief? Gunther whispered a whisper.

"Shut up. "Richard lifted his leg and kicked him in the ass.

At night, the road was dark, and Gunther happened to step on a stone and it was difficult to maintain his balance, and after eating this kick, he suddenly slammed into the ground, and a "ouch" came far away in the quiet night.

"Are you going to do it?" the lord really wanted to kick this thing to death.

"Don't blame me, the stone is too sharp. Gunther didn't realize it was time to lower his voice when he spoke.

So before the sneaky team slipped out fifty yards, they were caught by Bust and Granling, who were patrolling the barracks together.

"Why are you going?" Buster was stomping his feet and smoking his pipe, and he raised his lantern to the side and glanced at the carriage, and immediately lost interest when he saw the contents. He has seen so many of these things that he has completely lost the reaction that a normal person should have.

"Bury the corpse, or it will cause a plague. Richard looked worried about the country and the people, and his face was heavy.

"Are you alright? Buster reached out and was about to touch his forehead, but was slapped away by Richard, "It's winter now, and it won't thaw until next spring, where is the plague." ”

"Then don't you still have to deal with it next spring?" the lord rolled his eyes and said as a matter of course, "You guys are too lazy, it's better to deal with it later than early." Forget it, let's do it ourselves. ”

The wheels began to creak and creak and continue to turn, and the lord of Alpine Fort walked out of town without looking back.

He ...... Is there something wrong with the brain? Bust looked at Richard's back and threw his hands at Granling, "We can still be here next spring?"

"Maybe I can't bear to look at the corpse of the dead in the wilderness, and I can't see that Lord Richard is a kind man," Granling smiled and nodded slightly. Religions that can become mainstream are all persuasive for good, and the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess is no exception.

Bust was stunned for a long time, and suddenly laughed twice, very cold.

............

On a cold morning in Chakesh, before it was fully dawn, an oil pot was already burning on a charcoal fire.

It's a quintessential Stuart-style breakfast stall that features a small cake called "kacha", which is made from flour and cornmeal dough mixed with butter and a little beet sugar. First roast it in the charcoal oven until it is soft and fragrant, and if there are customers, you will fry it again until golden brown and crispy.

When you eat it, you will gently tear it open in the middle and the rich and sweet flavor will rise with the heat, and then wrap it in sliced ham and braised peas. This modest breakfast for the common is enough to provide diners with enough satisfaction to last a whole day.

Richard sat at a small low table with a thick stack of kacha in front of him, disappearing at an eye-popping rate.

This thing is very delicious, but if you eat too much, you will be thirsty. Richard took a sip of the lemon soaked water he had given him, and thought that he would like some honey.

But just think about it, honey is such an expensive luxury, of course, it is impossible to keep it on such a food stall for the common class.

The stall owner was a hunched little old man, who thought he was secretly looking at Richard with his spare eyes. Decades of cautious experience as a businessman have cultivated an extraordinary vision, and the fine and neat leather armor and saber can obviously only belong to officers of no low status.

Yesterday there was a battle that terrified the neighbors, and it is said that many people died. He doesn't care much about politics, and he doesn't know who is on both sides of the war, but the one in front of him should belong to the winning side, otherwise how can he be so leisurely.

The stall owner sighed secretly, he felt that everyone had to eat no matter how the war went, so he risked his way out of the stall despite dissuasion according to the habit of forty years. I never dreamed that I would attract such a guest—chaka was not on the table at all, and even the town's tax collectors rarely frequented it.

The only thing the little old man could do was to try to pick out as few slices of ham as he could and put them on a plate when he stewed peas with ham. Pray that for the sake of the Holy Light, it doesn't matter if you don't pay after eating, but don't pull out your sword and do something.

"Add ten. Richard snapped his fingers.

The gray-haired stall owner quickly withdrew his gaze and pretended to be busy.

"It's quite idle. ”

The sound came from behind, and Bédrick sat on the stool next to him, looking at the sturdy bench, and suddenly let out an overwhelming squeak.

"The Destiny Stone you wanted. Richard patted an uncovered wooden box on the floor and continued to fight the crepes.

Inside the box was a scrapped Destiny Magic Stone, still a vivid human heart, but it had completely lost its dark and mysterious feeling. Purely as a souvenir, it may be more suitable than a good product, at least not to scare a crying child.

"The falcon released yesterday afternoon flew back. Bédric picked up the pancake on the table and took a bite, but only one bite and put it down again—people with hangovers generally can't eat anything too greasy.

"What do you say?" Richard struggled to swallow the entire contents of his mouth, spreading his palms towards the other man.

"The main force of the Legion told us to stand by and wait for them to arrive, supposedly to attack Winterfell. Bédrick took out his money bag and counted out ten gold coins and put them on, which were the magic stone coins that he had promised yesterday.

"I ...... I want a letter from the Falcon with me!" Richard stuffed the gold coin into his pocket with a black face.

"......," Bederick quickly looked down, "I'm sorry." ”

After a few moments, the lord took the scroll and scanned it, and the general content was basically the same as what Bédrick had said earlier. Not only the Dragonclaw Legion, but the entire Pompeii Expeditionary Force is gathering its main force to prepare for an attack on Winterfell.

The name "Winterfell—" was a memorable name for Richard, who remembered vividly that Dracula had accidentally discovered a "Ring of Sky and Thunder" from the Titan Age. He was staying in the house of a high-ranking nobleman named Magellan in Winterfell, and was collecting it as an ordinary antique.

"How much. Richard stood up and pulled out his money bag.

The old man of the stall owner suddenly became very entangled, according to his heart, as long as he could send these two special guests away without charging money, it didn't matter, he should pay the price for reckless stalling. But I was afraid that if I did so, I would anger them.

Finally, he cautiously said, "Five coppers?"

Richard threw out a gold coin with his fingers, landed it in the basket accurately, and left without looking back.