The next day, three hundred guards were assembled in the manor.

They were uniformly dressed in the blue-and-gray uniforms of the Firos family, with the latest version of the Vishra musket on their chests, chainsaws and machetes pinned to their waists, and their legs standing straight together.

They hadn't been told the purpose of the trip yet, and it was up to Jeno to tell them personally.

Until then, the guards would have to wait in the cold wind.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Jeno to finally bite the bread and be late.

In order to keep Niko in the room and not go out, Jeno talked to her for a while, and even the reserved time was quite a bit exceeded.

This time, Jeno brought his Gathering Flamethrower and jetpack.

To set fire to the mountain, a flamethrower is indispensable. Flying packs are designed to fly high to get a better view.

"Hello sir!" Jeno was thinking about what to say about the opening remarks, when the three hundred people suddenly roared in unison, which really startled him.

"Hello comrades!" Jeno was calm on the surface, waved his hand and symbolically said hello, but in fact, he was panicked in his heart.

His gaze swept over the guards, everyone's faces flushed with cold.

Jeno scolded secretly: "Damn, it's so cold for Mao today!" ”

Let three hundred guards wait for him alone, even if he has a big heart, he will be a little embarrassed, not to mention that there are many women in the guards.

"Jeno, you're late." Camille stood with her hands behind her back and spoke lightly.

She was still wearing the close-fitting tuxedo, her silver hair was combed to both sides of her forehead, meticulous and expressionless.

The cold didn't take any effect on her.

"I know, I don't need you to remind ......," Jeno muttered, and whispered to the guards:

"Count the number of people in a minute! Check your belongings, knives and guns for malfunction. ”

"Report to the sir, the number of people has been counted, a total of three hundred, and the equipment is normal!"

"Come with me!"

After counting the number of people, Jeno waved his hand, and left the manor with the three hundred people, trotting out of the city.

Leather boots stepped on the stone pavement, making a uniform sound of footsteps, and small things were muffled by the wave of sound.

At the back of the line, a waiter accidentally rubbed with the guard, but when the guard tried to reproach the waiter, he realized that he had mistaken it - it turned out that the person in front of him was another guard.

"Keep up, don't fall behind." The struck guard whispered a reminder.

"Good...... Good. Naturally, the guard who hit the man walked to the back of the line, sniffed his collar, and muttered, "It smells terrible......"

……

On the way out of town, Jeno is stopped by Caitlin, and the police set up a checkpoint on the road.

"Please show your pass."

Due to the recent frequent accidents in the Chengnan Plain, the Picheng garrison simply restricted the land trade at the South Gate, and no one could go out of the city without a special pass.

Jeno pulled out the pass he had prepared early in the morning and handed it to Caitlyn, who was still wearing a dress, beautiful and frozen.

"Did I say you don't have winter police uniforms?" Jeno asked.

"No, but I've already applied to the top." Caitlin was engrossed in discerning the authenticity of the pass, checking that it was correct before answering Jeno's question.

"Can't you add a pair of warm stockings or something?"

"No, the rules can't be messed up, I'm a sheriff, and I must lead by example." There's no room for detours in Caitlin's tone, as if she wasn't the one who was freezing.

"Shit isn't the rule." A white mist came out of Jeno's mouth, and no one expected that this autumn would be so cold.

He knows that the so-called rules are just the bad taste of the big guys, and although Caitlin manages the police station, she still hasn't left the category of the little guys, so she has no choice but to abide by this impersonal broken rule.

"Be safe when you bake the fire." Caitlin smiled knowingly when she heard Jeno's scolding, and inserted the pass back into his breast pocket, patting it to tighten the pocket and prevent it from falling out.

This intimate gesture caused a chorus of boos from her police officers, but she turned around and swept it down coldly.

"Take good care of it, otherwise if you lose it, you will have to spend the night outside the city gate, and we will be frozen by the city gate with you."

"Okay, let's go."

Out of the city gate, the cold wind became more and more unscrupulous.

Towards the end of autumn, the plains on the outskirts of the city are bleak, but the mountains and forests not far away are lush and green, and the wind blows.

Step on the yellowing dead grass, all the way to the south, almost every step you take, you can see the vegetation under your feet increasing green.

The plains turned into mountain roads, and when they reached the border of the mountains and forests, the grass under their feet was enough to soak Jeno's knees, and there were countless thorns lurking in them, like poisonous snakes, which would cut through the skin if you were not careful.

The black pressure in front of him pressed a large forest, and it was even more vibrant, and the green made people panic.

Jeno told the guards to stop and wait for him to hear from him, and he cut the solid rattan with his machete and walked into the forest.

He found that once he entered the woods, the wind stopped.

The trees here are tall aquatic shrubs, which are unusual, and they generally grow on the edge of rivers and in low valleys, while this is a mountain range on the southern outskirts and has never had a river.

These shrubs, which had only appeared yesterday, had grown taller than the outer walls of the Blue Smoke Manor, and the branches of the trees stretched out from each other, converging to form a thicker and deeper canopy, obscuring the sky and the sun, leaving only a faint glow.

It's they who keep the wind out.

The moss covered the rotten bark of the trees, and the dew flowed out of the trees with a gentle pull, like a primitive jungle, and it was impossible to imagine that it was a meadow yesterday.

The woods are very warm, and there is no damp cold outside, but it is also wet inside, and the heavy and damp fog appears abnormally in the rainforest in this weather, and from time to time there are large drops of condensation dripping from the leaves on the head and falling into the water vortex at the feet, and the sound of the water droplets constitutes the only melody in the silent mist.

After the sound of the wind that I had become accustomed to hearing was gone, the rainforest seemed eerily quiet.

Ever since entering the rainforest, a terrible feeling of being watched has haunted Jeno, as if it was everywhere and as if it never existed.

He patted his heart, and Hex said it didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

Jeno exited the rainforest the way he came, but tripped over the vines, and although he didn't fall, he found something even more terrifying.

In less than ten minutes, the vine that had been cut by him had grown new shoots at the fracture, and this growth seemed to be quietly going on only in places he didn't notice, and once he looked at the vine, the thing stopped growing rapidly, no different from ordinary plants.

He looked down and saw that a few buds had climbed up the upper of his shoes.

He jerked his leg up, resolutely raised his knife to cut through the solid vines and heavy vegetation that stood in his way, and ran out of the woods.