"Are you sure Ranmarok will come to see you?" In the snow outside the South Gate of Boinbrunn, Teresa asked. She changed, and her delicate face was now as rough as a peasant woman who had worked in the fields all her life, and every wrinkle smelled of turbid loess. She claims to be a civilian maid of Kenrico.

"Of course." "A few years ago, I fought with him in the depths of the Gato steppe. Of course, at that time, we didn't know each other's identities, and we just thought of them as powerful aristocratic adventurers. We were even stationed together, and we almost caught fire when we recognized each other. If Zakar hadn't come to rob the camp for a long time, there would have been one between me and him. He peeked at Teresa's reaction, who replied flatly, with a look of lack of interest. Kenrico closed his mouth a little depressed, and he tried to find a way to talk to Teresa along the way, but without exception he hit the iceberg, and he couldn't get a little emotional spark. Several chivalrous knights who had been with Kenriko for a while laughed behind him. Watching Kenrico's forcibly suppressed expression of frustration after touching the ashes was one of the few pleasures of their journey. In the eyes of these veterans, it is a bit unreasonable that Kenrico, who has been pursuing the nun of hell, would go to great lengths to please this maid who has no grace. What's even more incredible is that he has been deflated one after another. Anyone who has been with Kenriko for a few days knows how lethal their leader is to women. The dazzling blonde hair like a flame, the resolute and graceful facial lines like a marble sculpture, the brilliance in his eyes when he bursts out with emotion, and the iron-blooded temperament that has been honed by a hundred battles, whether it is a girl who is not deeply involved in the world or a noble lady who still has charm, has a fatal attraction like poison. The maid, however, remained unmoved. Are you used to eating delicate and tender veal steaks, and want to gnaw on beef bones to change the taste, but you break your teeth? The veterans thought maliciously.

Kenrico knew his men were watching his jokes, but he didn't care. He knew Teresa didn't care. But the indifference between the two doesn't seem to be on the same track.

The blizzard was still howling, but the clanging of bowstrings sounded above the city, like a bard's fingers brushing the lute hard, and the aftermath spread like waves of water stirred up by boulders. A slender arrow with a sharp cracking sound made a near-straight trajectory through the snowflakes and shot straight at Kenriko's feet. The arrows scratched the fur from the tips of his shoes, as if intentionally or not. At the same time, a deep, piercing voice as this arrow sounded condescendingly: "Kenrico, why are you not in Sarion to be your mercenary leader, but what are you doing in Poinbru?" ”

"I'm going to—" Kenriko glanced at Teresa beside him, not daring to scold. "Ranmaroke, what kind of big-tailed eagle are you pretending? You also helped me clean up Zakar in the Gatu steppes! According to your logic, shouldn't Sarion also give you a knighthood? My contract with Sarion came to an end last week. Why don't you make some extra money with you now? Without further ado, let me in. If you're afraid that I'll be followed by an army of seven or eight thousand Salion, don't open the door. ”

"Joke! When 30,000 indigenous soldiers from the Misty Mountains came to the city, Lao Tzu dared to open the city gate and let them in to slaughter. I'm going to be afraid of your seven or eight thousand people? Open the door and let them in! "Of course, if you're afraid that there are three hundred axes hidden inside, you can get out of here now." ”

"Look at your virtue, and you are an axe! Drawn from the Guardian Corps? Don't forget whose front was the first to withstand the onslaught of the Cato cavalry! Kenriko sneered, "As a result, I have to divide my troops to save the field." ”

Ranmarok was furious: "If it weren't for my ranger group, wouldn't you be swept away?" ”

"Without me in front, your ranger group is a dish of the Cato people, and people can eat as much as they want."

"Can't you get in?" Ranmarok smashed his fist on the battlements. However, he could not argue with Kenrico, whose carefully mixed infantry lines had been easily torn apart by the Cato cavalry, and the ranged troops were almost undefended under the hooves of their horses. If Kenriko hadn't come over in time with a small group of chivalrous knights to fill the gap, at least half of the Seventh Ranger Regiment under Poimbrough would have been killed or wounded—and it was possible that the entire army would have been wiped out. He did owe Kenrico a favor - even if a favor from a Sarionian made him always ashamed.

Kenrico smirked. In this battle of words, he had the upper hand.

When he entered the city gate, unfriendly eyes immediately rained down like arrows. Although Sarion and Livingston are still under the protection of the truce, the seeds of hatred that had taken root in the two generations of dragon and lion battles have grown into a towering tree in the past thirty years, shrouding the two peoples in the shadow of mutual hostility. A truce can only restrain out-of-character actions, but it can do nothing about emotions. Even the children playing on the street still have a clear hostility in their eyes. As if out of revenge, the temporary camp that Ranmarok had set aside for them was just at the cusp of the storm, and a violent cyclone could break the camp at any moment with snow on it.

"I can't give you too good a lot," Ranmaroch said, "because I don't want to." ”

"%¥#%¥&......" Kenrico muttered in a nasty language, "Is there any wine?" ”

"Nope." "Boimbre is now rationed — of course you're not one of them," Ranmaroch said. I hope you have enough dry food, and if you starve to death in the city, I'll have to find someone to bury you. ”

"Your excuse is so clumsy." Kenrico pouted, "Poimbru is poor, but he is not stretched to this point. ”

"Actually, you're the only team in Poimbru this week." Ranmarok looked at Kenrico, "That's all I can tell you. ”

Ranmaroke's eyes didn't look like he was joking, and Kenriko became alert: "A whole week? What do you mean? ”

Ranmaroke replied, "I have said hello, and you are free to come and go in and out of Poynbru." But Kenrico, for the sake of the year, I warn you: don't go too far from Poimbru, for the wind and snow outside hide an unprecedented danger. This year's extra money is not as easy to earn as in previous years. He turned and walked away, leaving no room for Kenriko to ask questions. Strange, so weird. Ranmarok frowned, he always felt that Kenrico's motives were not so simple. A week as a mercenary in Sarion earns more dinar than a Misty Mountain bandit in Poimbro for a month, and Kenriko must have had other plans for crossing the Gatu steppes thousands of miles away.

It was as if a thorn had pressed against his back, and the muscles of Ranmarok's whole body tensed terribly. He subconsciously turned his head, only to see Kenriko talking softly to the maid behind him.

Strange, so weird! Ranmarok scratched his back slightly, where a slight electric current still flowed.

"Quite a sharp person." The moment Ranmarok turned his head, Teresa withdrew her gaze in time, "When the blizzard stops, I'm going to go out of the city to have a look." Boynbru's current situation should have something to do with the Misty Mountains and the infidels. ”

"I'll go with you, and the two of you can take care of each other." Kenrico said.

"Volunteer." Teresa said coldly.