"Who's that girl?" Of course, Lin An asked about the baby face. "She can guess Andre's thoughts somewhat, but it's better to communicate with the same sex in this kind of thing.

"Elsa. Anka, Black Iron Swordsman. Shiryl replied. Her face was paralyzed as always, but her slightly undulating tone showed that she had a good impression of the girl.

Lin An nodded and didn't say anything. This is not the place to speak, not for in-depth communication.

Dinner for the able-bodied was frozen bacon and dried white bread. No one had any opinion, for most of the people were prepared when they learned of the situation on the northern front, and even the gentlemen like Rogier did not make any fuss, but only muttered a few private complaints, and finally ate the bacon and bread in the boiling snow water.

-- The children of the aristocracy who are brain-dead in the novel, after all, only appear in the novel. And here is the reality.

They don't have to worry about the night vigil, the chief officer of the army will arrange the soldiers. However, Lin An and the others questioned the officer, and finally stayed in the carriage, because it is said that the second line of defense has not yet been reached here, and it is too close to the rear, and the possibility of the demon soldiers appearing is very small.

In fact, that officer also knew that the possibility of these capable people, especially Lin An and others, really living in the frozen soil cave was very small. 「」

The officer was more familiar with the methods of the mages, and had seen a mage take out a small box-like thing, mutter to himself, and the box-like thing would burrow into the ground on its own, and make a hole the size of a tent in the ground—clean, quick, and effortless, much more comfortable than the half-finished products made by these new soldiers on the northern front!

That mage is a full-fledged mage, and what he has may not be available to others, but with Young Master Boren's background, he must have it ready. In his opinion. Bren's choice to sleep in the carriage with the others must have something to do with the alien female mage who was in the same carriage - that's not the case between men and women anyway!

The sky was already dark, and the sound of the storm was like a ghost cry. Near the carriage and the camp, several mages of Lin An had set up detection and shielding type magic circles, and Lin An went to check the last time before getting into the car, and Shirrill was by her side.

As they passed by a soldier on the night watch, they grinned at them. Butter cubes were burning in the steel helmets on the campfire, and the soldiers were greasing their weapons so that they wouldn't wake up the next day to find their weapons frozen in their sheaths. I can't pull it out.

Lin An recognized the soldier who was smiling at them, and she had helped him treat frostbite on the way north. At this time, Lin An only glanced at the soldier. He left indifferently without a hint.

"Don't bet too much affection on the weak, Shiryl," Lin An said, because the two were very close. Shirille's keen sense of hearing was fairly clear, "Unless." You have decided to change their fate and take responsibility for their future. "Just like she did to Angelia.

Shiryl knew who Lin An was talking about. Thinking of Andre's impetuous appearance before, and Lin An's deliberate opportunity to talk to her alone at this time, Shirrill knew that she made an exception for that Elsa, which made her brother and companion worried.

Sheryl was silent for a moment and nodded.

And so it was settled.

Lin An smiled. In fact, Andrei's brother and sister were educated. They are the kind of people who will make great strides when they set their goals, and if they get straight to the point, they will know what they need to do.

It's just that Lin An is more worried about the awkward personalities and immaturity of the age of these two siblings, in case it is because of this incident. "Andre's reckless and reckless way to forcibly intervene has caused Shirry's dissatisfaction and backlash. That would be more than worth the loss - and her identity position is more appropriate than Andrei's.

Lin An has no opinion on the black iron swordsman named Elsa, and because of Shirille's rare attitude of approval, Lin An's opinion of him is still relatively positive, and the other party's attitude of not posting it shows that she is a person who understands the importance of it, at least not too stupid - if it is a normal time, Lin An and Andre will never object to Shiryl's move.

In fact, it is rare for a mage to actively interfere with the freedom and fate of others, just as they would never like to be interfered with themselves.

But this was the Northern Front, and they were still taking care of themselves, and the girl was just a Black Iron Swordsman with little experience or talent, and she didn't have enough ability to protect herself—all of these reasons were enough when combined, and there was no need to think about the girl's motives and the like.

Andre is a brother who cares about chaos; Shirille's purpose is clear and decisive, and she's just concerned about her two closest and most trusted friends.

***

While Lin An and others were walking on the ice fields ravaged by wind and snow, on the southern coastline of Perre, one of the three empires, the return of the warm current under the sea made the climate warm and humid, with a sea breeze and a sunny day. 「」

It's hard to imagine a cold and harsh snowstorm on the Northland ice sheet at the same time.

The waves crashed against the ship's side, the huge three-masted ship swelled its sails, and the bow broke through the snow-white waves, and it followed the course to the north.

It had just rained, and the deck was still moist with moisture, steaming the black boots that stepped on it, and the slender and solid body wrapped in white tights.

The entire deck occupies about a quarter of the area of the three-masted ship, which is more than enough for more than 200 people, but there is no one near the deck except for one. Because the subordinates of the same ship all know that Lord Reinhardt, who is the chief of the three major knights under the command of the Holy See, has a great record and is ruthless, and when practicing martial arts, he doesn't like to be disturbed the most.

There is only one exception on this ship, and it is recognized by the Holy See - the crown of the Holy Virgin Angel.

This is an exception that everyone agrees on. 「」

The sound of light footsteps sounded in his ears, and the white fighting spirit with a faint golden fighting spirit suddenly disappeared from the snow-white sword, and Reinhardt gave it back, and the long sword grazed the ear of the girl wearing the thorn crown, cutting off half of the long golden hair, and sinking straight into the mast beside him.

The blonde girl turned her head in fright, her emerald green eyes filled with tears of fear, and the knot of the white dress at the shoulders was cut by the sharp sword wind, hanging dangerously on her towering breasts, and the delicate skin on her chest revealed a large spring light.

However, the beautiful girl seemed to be unconscious, and stood in place with trembling delicate red lips and did not dare to move: "Reinhardt...... "Your Excellency......

The next moment, the towering and full breasts were immediately grabbed by the man's big palm, and the five fingers grabbed and kneaded without pity, and the white greasy milk flesh overflowed the fingers.

The girl with the crown of emerald green thorns let out a low voice, and suddenly trembled violently and moaned, it turned out that between her legs was inserted by a man's big palm, and she was wantonly abusing the ** that had already been trained, and it was already wet and muddy after a while.

Reinhardt pulled out his right hand and whispered disdainfully: "Prodigal! The moistness of the palm was smeared on the red and swollen pepper milk that was blasphemed, causing the girl to tremble and moan.

The man's movements were rough and low, and he had no respect for the girl, but his eyes were completely opposite, staring straight at the girl in the white sacrificial dress, as if fascinated, repeatedly lingering on the girl's long hair and emerald green eyes like a golden waterfall, seeing the girl subconsciously close her eyes, and fiercely choke her beautiful chin, pinched it heavily, and shouted:

"Open your eyes!"

The girl remembered the identity she played and the taboo of the man in front of her, and quickly opened her eyes, but tears couldn't stop filling her eyes, her emerald green eyes seemed to have been washed by the rain, more bright and moving, with a face full of red, tearful posture, and the temptation of the messy taboo of the sacrificial clothes, so that the man lost his mind for a moment, and the raging movements in his hands were loosened, and he whispered softly and silently in his mouth:

"Angel ......"

Moved by the girl's instantaneous look, Reinhardt felt that his lower abdomen instantly became hot and hard, and his habitual ruthless eyes appeared hot, burning people.

Putting the girl against the mast with the sword behind her, and reaching out to release the man who was already as hard as a sword, Reinhardt tore off the fabric of the girl's underwear, and carried the slender ** legs to the broad shoulders, but did not remove the more messy and obstructive sacrificial clothes, and the lower body was straight, and the male hot pillar of fire sank straight into the girl's most tender place, without pity for the girl's painful struggle, and was accustomed to holding the sword's big palm high to hold the girl's jaw, and the lower body moved recklessly......

***

The west of the coast is a hundred miles away.

On the crowded wharf, the unique warm winter sun south of the Rocky Mountains baked on the tanfu's swarthy shirtlessness, the port's trade market was noisy, and the port officials in black uniforms walked lazily and shy in the market, grabbing the reddest and brightest fruit from a passing stall and munching it in their mouths.

An ordinary-looking wagon with a dust-covered cloaked chariot slowly drove out of the harbor, and the clattering hooves of the horses walked through the clean paved pavements of the rich area, and the sunlight occasionally fell through the mottled shade and green shadows into the gap between the windows of the corner of the carriage, imprinting a snow-white fingertip pinching the corner of the curtain and a pair of emerald green eyes comparable to the reflection of the lake.

The eyes blinked, the snow-white fingertips loosened the curtains, and subconsciously rubbed the eyes that had been accidentally stung, but then realized that this action was not in line with etiquette, so he turned around halfway and stroked the bright blonde hair that fell on his shoulder.

In a moment, the girl realized that the stern and rigid teaching grandmother was still on the boat, stuck out her tongue, her emerald green eyes flashed with liveliness and joy, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously brought a smile:

"Ryan, how long are we left out of Perre's border?"

The coachman outside the car body turned his back to the carriage, and did not see the girl herself, but his upper body subconsciously lowered, and said respectfully and cautiously: "There are still ten days to return to the crown." ”

The corners of the girl's playful mouth rose in satisfaction.

In the corner of the seat cushion of the carriage, a long cylindrical metal cone of dark gold lies silently on it, as if it has long been forgotten in the corner. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. )