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"One hundred and seventy-five, one hundred and seventy-six, one hundred and seventy-seven......"

Kenriko was doing push-ups in the clearing, topless in the cold night of the dripping water in the north. Under the light of the fire, the lines of his arms tensed and stretched, driving his burly body up and down rapidly, as if a mountain was breathing strongly. Kenrico muttered, long white mist spewing out of his nostrils and mouth, condensing a thin layer of frost on the ground.

"Two hundred!" Kenriko's arm was bent at ninety degrees, and he was lying on the cold ground, and the chill that suddenly rushed into his chest and abdomen made him shiver with pleasure. Kenriko took a deep breath, the muscles of his whole body bulged, and the power surged towards his arms without hesitation, he exerted his force fiercely, and his bent arms were straightened in an instant, bounceing the entire upper body up. Kenrico stood still, gasping for breath, his body emitting steaming heat, as if there was a burning furnace in his body. It was only then that sweat seeped out of his body, flowing along the ravines between his muscles into several streams.

"Good!" The chivalrous knights on the lookers applauded and cheered loudly, and at the same time a towel was handed over in due course. Kenriko took it, wiping his body slowly as his eyes flew to a lone tent in the corner of the camp. A torch is tied to the torch stand on the left side of the tent - a sign that someone is in the tent.

It was Teresa's tent. Her disguised identity as Kenrico's maid was a somewhat suspicious treatment. But Kenriko himself didn't care—or dared not—so his men naturally didn't care.

There was no movement, and Kenrico's heart slowly sank in his chest. He put on a single coat, raised his hand, motioned for the people around him to disperse, and then cautiously paced to the tent. The firelight casts his tall figure onto the tent, like a bear probing his brain to steal honey. The cold wind swept by, the fire flickered, and Kenrico's shadow swayed with it, but the tent was still quiet. It was only then that Kenriko noticed that there were actually two torch stands in front of the curtain, one of which was burning weakly, while the torches on the other had been brutally taken down, and the shelves had been brought down in the shadow of the tent.

Kenriko was startled and reached out to open the curtain. The chill inside the tent was as heavy as it was outside, and the blankets tied into pillars were casually placed in one corner of the tent.

It was empty, except for Kenriko and his own shadow staring at each other.

Kenrico's hand slowly withdrew, and the curtain fell, blocking his view. He raised his head and stared blankly at the dark sky: at such a time, what was Teresa going out for?

……

With a torch in his hand, Kia followed behind the maid without saying a word. The two of them walked all the way to the most remote corner of the camp, surrounded by the city walls, and the fire in the tent area was only a few faint fireflies at this time. The maid stopped, turned her head to look at the base pressure, and on her simple and stiff face, only the pupils of her eyes shone with a deep light. "Put out the torch." The maid stuck the torch upside down into the snowdrift beside her, her face expressionless.

Kitsu lowered the torch and shook it, the last of the flames extinguished between the two of them. A deep darkness enveloped them. Kilbon felt a slender and smooth palm fall on his face, caressing him gently. His thumb was like a wisp of wind sliding through his eyes, his index finger and middle finger and ring finger rose together, covering half of his stubble cheek, and his little finger delicately hooked his jaw, and the warmth poured through his fingertips, and then gathered into a warm stream of water in the palm of his hand. But the warmth only lasted for a short moment before leaving the base pressure, and the next second the swift wind was approaching his ears, and the nearby air fled in all directions in terror!

"Smack!"

A crisp slap sounded in the darkness, followed by the sound of someone falling in the snow, Teresa's extremely cold voice spread along the cold wind, solidifying into a sharp ice pick hanging above the head of the base press:

"Kea Elfwan, tell me, how did you end up as a mercenary in Livingston?"

……

"Sister, this is a very long story, and I won't be able to tell it clearly for a while." Kia staggered to his feet. The Helln's slap was at least sixty percent forced, and he could feel a stream of bloody heat running down the corners of his cracked lips as his gums vibrated violently. He smiled bitterly, "But I can assure you in the name of my family that my loyalty does not belong to Livingston. ”

"I'm asking you now as the Blackwing Enforcer of the Inquisition, and you're no longer the second in line to the Elfwan family, and the name of the family is worthless here." Teresa poked a finger into Kia's chest, pushing him back.

Kia's mouth grinned silently in the darkness, "Then I vouch in my sister's name that my loyalty will never belong to Livingston, and that my sword will never point at any of Sarion's soldiers." ”

He was answered by a long, unsettling silence. The night wind flowed between the two, and the wind of the north was never gentle, on the contrary, it was wild as a beast! Kia was pushed by the beast, and the vertigo of being slapped was still in his consciousness, and he had a strange illusion that his legs seemed to be washed by the raging river, and occasionally the sharp edges of the sand and gravel cut through him. He involuntarily stumbled forward.

A pair of hands held him and helped him get back on his feet. "I have time, you can talk slowly." Teresa gently pinched Kia's chin, which was kind of an endorsement of the guarantee just now.

"Sister, here's how it ......"

……

Kia finishes his narrative with nothing to hide, but he deftly smears a few of the key details, such as his motives for Essho, who in his story is a well-connected nobleman of the Knights of the Falcon, who escapes incognito to the Empire and is a victim of Marius Sauron's efforts to strengthen the relationship between the North and the South. Eshua wanted to take revenge on the north, so Kia pushed the boat to help him and provoked a battle for the throne in the north.

"Very good story." Teresa said flatly, "When I'm done here, you come back to Saarion with me." ”

“…… Sister? ”

"I have my own explanation for your whereabouts during this time."

"No, but I-" Kea was about to say that he had made the Blood Cross Covenant, when a fragment of memory began to flash back to him, on the border between Livingston and Fieldsway, he sat in the carriage full of whale oil, and in it was a middle-aged man with a tall beard who pulled the teacup in his hand, and slowly told him that the binding force of the Blood Cross Covenant was limited to those who dripped blood on the cross.

But Dante, and even Teresa, are not among them.

Teresa didn't hear Kia's words either—after expounding a fact that must happen and could not be reversed, she left quietly in the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers.

The night wind was still flowing, and Kia frantically kicked away the torches stuck in the snow, and then walked towards the camp with a shallow foot and a shallow foot.