Gerald sat on the hard stone of the tower, looking up at the invisible sky.

The icy wind and snow growler, furious, mercilessly raging and tearing on this middle-aged man. But he didn't care.

It's like the cold wind that can almost blow ordinary people doesn't exist at all, and the wind and frost are all over the body.

He sat here alone, looking at the invisible sky, letting his robe flutter and let his sword gradually spread with frost.

It's really cold here. His short stiff hair and thick beard were stained with layers of frost.

But he still didn't leave.

Just, one person.

A lonely person sat here, one foot on the edge of the stone wall of the city tower, and the other foot hung casually outside the stone wall, staring blankly at the invisible sky.

After a long time, he raised his hand and wiped his face.

It seemed that his eyes were frozen by the frost, and he rubbed them for a long, long time, and finally crushed a piece of ice crystal in the corner of his eye.

The sound of light footsteps came slowly.

Like a cat stealing food, tiptoeing and approaching quietly without disturbing him. But how could Gerald not hear it?

However, he didn't pay attention to it, just stared blankly at the pitch-black, rolling and boiling black clouds in the sky.

The light footsteps stopped not far behind him, and did not move forward.

Gerald looked at the sky, and there was no movement behind him. It's as if the voice just now is an illusion of a trance in the drama, and when you look for it seriously, all you see is a blank space.

Gerald couldn't stand it anymore.

Of course, he knew, it was definitely not an illusion.

If he didn't say anything, the kid would stay here with him.

Stay until Gerald doesn't want to stay anymore.

He shook off the wind and frost on his body, and with one foot in it, he stood up on the edge of the stone wall of the castle tower and turned around.

She was dressed as a swordsman, she was not wearing the windproof cloak of the Knights, and the close-fitting trench coat did not block the curves of her fledgling figure.

Her face is covered in pitch-black metal visor, so her face is not visible. She was hidden under her armor all over her body, and there was no special sign of it. The tall figure stood in the cold wind, with his hands folded in front of him, and he stood there without saying a word.

It's just that on both sides of the mask, there are several long snow-white hairs looming.

"You're always here every time you're in a bad mood. I'll try it today, and I'll find you again. She said softly, and her beautiful voice slowly spread in the empty cold.

"Viya, it's too cold, you shouldn't come out." Gerald's tone was unexpectedly calm.

You know, he usually speaks to any subordinate with a deterrent power, but to her... But it's different from others.

It could even be said that ... It's mild.

"But you're still here, and you're not resting."

"Am I the same as you... I'm not the same as you. Gerald walked slowly towards her, his metal boots crushing the snow and ice on the ground.

He tore off his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the swordsman's body, carefully helping her tie the cloak's rope to make sure it didn't leak.

"I don't need this," Viagra seemed to want to say something.

"That's what I should say." Gerard said unequivocally, "Don't think of yourself as an adult, little kids. ”

"But I've grown up." Viya struggled to prove something, "It's no longer a little girl who needs you to worry about..."

Gerald didn't say anything more.

He just patted the snowflakes off her head and body to make sure the cloak had wrapped her tightly.

"If you really don't want me to worry, don't run out in this weather, in this night, you know." Gerald grabbed her shoulder, "That worries me." ”

"Because, you didn't come back late." She whispered.

Gerald sighed softly.

He patted her helmet softly, as if he were caressing the top of her head.

"Don't worry about me. Dad is the captain of the legion. These little things can't crush me. Gerald reassured softly.

Is it a trifle...

The second son of Caslana's family, can it really only be described as a trivial matter?

Didn't that old lion and that little lion have gone crazy with you...

She seemed to think of something, and her body began to tremble slightly. Not out of coldness, not out of fear, but out of anger.

A kind of anger that is blamed on oneself for no reason, for no reason, for no reason.

Why are they!

Anyone can say Gerald. The Pope on high can. The Legion Commander of the Order can. The elders of the Shaniyat family can. The people of the Apokalis family can, and even the unrelated passers-by can be the only ones of the Caslana family!

Only those two people from the Kaslana family! No way!

The heavy palm gently pressed the top of her head, and also pressed the chaotic thoughts in her heart.

"Viya, don't think so much." Gerald smiled at her, "Uncle's going to be fine." ”

Viya hesitated for a moment, then gently grabbed Gerald's elbow.

Gerald's face stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. But everything was seen by Viva.

"Uncle, the location of the dislocation... Still hurting? ”

"It doesn't hurt." Gerard quietly withdrew his arm and subconsciously protected his back, "Uncle doesn't hurt." Viva don't worry about me. ”

"But..."Viagra seemed to finally couldn't help it, "but, those hypocritical robbers, why! Why do this to you! She seemed to be getting angrier: "Why! Why can such a person be called a knight family! Why can such a person be called a knight! Why are they! Why! Why do you have to receive such treatment, uncle! Viya hugged him tightly, "Uncle, why do you have to endure all this..."

"Viva. You haven't grown up yet, you... I don't know all about that yet. Gerard said with a complicated expression, "But you have to remember... What the knight family do..."Gerald's eyes flashed with deep thought, "There has never been a thing, sorry for the name of the knight..."

"Uncle—" Viya seemed to be trying to say something.

"Okay Viva. You go back first, uncle still has some questions to think through. Let me be quiet for a moment. Gerald turned around and tapped her helmet lightly with his fingers, and a crisp sound echoed through the helmet.

Viya seemed to be a little dizzy from the sound of this voice, and her head was dizzy for a while.

"Uncle! Don't just knock on the helmet! Very dizzy! Veyer seemed to be angry.

Gerald chuckled, "Hmm. Next time, Uncle will definitely remember. ”

"And..."

"Nope." Gerald grabbed her by the shoulder, half-forcedly turned her around, and pushed her to the side of the stairs, "Let's go back first." Uncle... I want to be alone. ”

Viya wanted to say something, but Gerald didn't give her a chance to continue, "Viya, you've always been the most well-behaved. I believe that you will be very obedient this time, right? ”

Viya seemed to want to say something, but under Gerald's gaze, she didn't say anything more, nodded, and slowly walked down the steps and down the city wall.

As she reached the last section of the stairs, she glanced back again. Gerald looked at her calmly, a familiar smile on his face, and his short snow-white hair was stained with wind and snow.

Viya turned, and her figure dissipated into the dark shadows of the hut.

"It's a very warm uncle and nephew, isn't it." A flirtatious and flirtatious voice sounded with mockery at the castle tower beside Gerald.

"But Mr. Gerald, I have no patience to watch your cozy family opera, and I want to ask you only one question now." The visitor stared at Gerald tightly and asked word by word, "What do you mean by writing to me?" ”

(End of chapter)