Karen tilted her head slightly, and the long silver-like hair that was scattered on her curved back swayed slightly.

She sat up little by little, stiffly and mechanically, her silver hair spilling down her shoulders like water, and the ends of her hair were scattered on the bed, flowing loosely over the white sheets. She stared blankly at the gray slate on the ground, motionless like a doll.

It wasn't until now that she realized that it was already dark.

I've been arguing with my father for a day.

She thought.

Will... I was hated by my father... You can't blame my father for this.

She rubbed her sour eyes, but her hands were wet.

Huh? What's wrong?

She looked at the crystal droplets in her hands, and didn't seem to understand what it was.

After a moment, she chuckled.

Now I am so weak.

The white boots stepped lightly on the stone slabs, and the heels of the hind feet made a crisp sound against the hard stone surface. With light steps, with the sound of crisp footsteps, she walked to the window and looked at the snow-covered town at night.

Call!!!

A violent hurricane blew into the small room without warning, and the biting cold wind mixed with the frost and snow blew through the long white hair, and the crystal snow-like hair fluttered in the wind at that moment. The snow in the cold wind is finely broken and distinct, and the fine ones are raised by the cold wind. For some reason, there was no starlight or lights, but in the pure white snowflakes, the silver-white hair seemed to glow with a soft shimmer, passing through the fine hair, and at that moment, the fluttering white hair was like moonlight, and the glow was moving.

The boots stepped on the edge of the window, stared hard, and the little body opened its hands as if to embrace the cold wind, and plunged into the wind.

Her dexterous short body dissolved the power of falling, wrapped the white cloak on her body tightly, took off a burning torch on the road, and walked towards the group of houses with sporadic lights.

It's simple here. Along the way, there were no beautiful sculptures, no elaborate flower beds, no ornamental anything.

This is a simple road, with not compact stone slabs on it, and you can still see muddy dirt and snow in the cracks of the stone slabs.

The snow here is so violent that it doesn't look like snow at all, but like arrows shot by the dead, and the arrows are like rivers sloping on you. In such a snowstorm, she struggled.

She couldn't imagine how the knights of the 10th training camp lived in such a harsh environment, in such an environment comparable to the blizzard of the base. It was harsher than any training camp environment she knew.

Karen wrapped the thick cloak around her body tightly, wrapped herself tightly, and walked forward with difficulty.

The torch in his hand still burned resolutely in such extreme weather, and there was no sign of extinguishing it. Under such a storm like the howling of the undead, it burned more vigorously, just as the wind did not put the slightest pressure on it, but only fueled its fire to burn more and more violently, or rather erupt.

Repair... Is that what you were trained in?

She tightened her cloak and pulled down some of the hoods on her head to keep the biting cold wind from penetrating the cracks in the cloak.

Little by little, she walked out of the office building, walked the path that was neither long nor short, groped her way through the green area of a small dead tree that had long been invisible, which was the only decoration, that had long since dried up, without a leaf, and walked into a group of small stone houses.

With these huts to help shelter you, the wind is finally not so terrible. It's just that every time she walks through the gaps between the huts, Karen always has the feeling that she doesn't want to cross this path—because it means that for a moment she will be attacked by the almost pervasive and almost pervasive cold wind.

But she gritted her teeth and kept going. But he experienced the malice that came from the entire dormitory complex, making such alleys seem endless, passing through one and the next waiting for her. She seemed to feel the malice of the whole winter, because this cold wind was imperceptibly eroding, weakening her will, making her begin to become unwanted, unwilling to go, and finally into a cowardly appearance that was afraid to go out of the alley again.

It's really in the same boat.

Thinking of this, Karen couldn't help but sneer.

If Xiudu has been training here for so long, then what is the point of being here for a short time?

Kalian's fingertips swept over the stone walls of the dormitory hut, scraping off a pinch of snow powder.

This is a dormitory complex for recruits. The stone houses were arranged in a neat and rectangular array, and the cold wind raged in the corridors between the stone houses. Every time you pass through an aisle, you will be violently washed by the pervasive biting cold wind. For those who are afraid of the cold, every passage through the alley is a severe test.

If it is to face such a storm head-on without shelter, no knight will cringe, but once there is a little place to block, they feel warm...

They will start to fear.

Karen uncovered the thick cloak on her body, revealing the pure white coat with luxurious golden veins under the cloak, and walked head-on towards the storm at the entrance of the next alley.

If that's what I've experienced...

Then let me experience it too.

The biting cold wind slammed into her tiny body, making her body tremble for a moment. But her eyes were persistent and terrifying.

The long messy silver-white hair flapped the broken snowflakes scattered in the wind, and the heavy cloak was like a white flag, proudly showing the shining family emblem of the Kaslana family in the cold wind. In such cold, the flag seemed to be stubbornly showing off its standing emblem to something.

Look, harsh winter. You can only make me shine brighter.

I don't know how long I walked under the cold winter night.

Karene did not stop, let the cold wind blow, let the tempting of the brief haven, Karene did not pause for a moment.

She just looked up and looked at the letters of the door number. I correspond one by one and look for it.

Cloaks are fluttering, coats are flying, long hair is fluttering. The silver light of the water flowed gently on the little girl.

Although it seems to be gentle flowing water, it is dazzling and brilliant.

With this brilliance, at this moment, the girl was even brighter than the torch in her hand.

Da!

Stop and look back.

The girl looked at the ordinary stone house in front of her.

The roof was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the windowsill covered the entire window door. There was a stack of black firewood neatly stacked at the door. The stables on the edge of the hut were covered with a lot of straw, which looked like they were supposed to be used to keep the horses out of the wind, but many of them had been blown up and looked a little broken. Karene looked at it.

The ropes are tied very stiffly, the wheat straw is unevenly distributed, and even too much wheat straw is used. If you let Karin judge...

One hundred, no less.

She couldn't help but chuckle softly.

If it weren't, wouldn't he have the courage to do these things again next time... Karen let go of the straw in her hand and let it drift in the wind.

Unlike other places, there is a lot less snow at the door of the hut, and it looks like someone has cleaned it.

Neat black wood piles, clean hut doors, and not too much snow. It looks like there's still someone living here.

It's just that compared to the other huts, there is a kind of empty desolation.

Is it his friends? Karin thought so.

There is no further training camp, and there are still people willing to help him clean the house... At least, Xiu isn't someone they hate, is he?

She walked to the door of the hut and pressed the door of the hut.

If that Chief Lilum is not wrong...

Fingertip nudge.

With the creak of the wooden shaft, the thick wooden door opened slowly.

As far as the eye can see, there is a small writing table and two wooden stools. A wooden bed was placed on each side of the room, and the quilt on the bed was carefully folded and placed at the foot of the bed. In the storage box in the corner, there are two neat sets of Heavenly Mandate uniforms stored inside, and under the clothes, there is a complete set of textbooks. Next to the bed, there was a tall shelf, which was used to hold the knight's armor, but it was now empty.

Karene looked around, trying to find something more out of the little room.

But she couldn't find it.

Two neat quilts, two neatly folded uniforms of Destiny, a neatly stacked textbook, two empty armor shelves, two small wooden stools, a small writing table, a white candle that has not yet been burned, and under the candle, there are still candles and tears.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

It's as simple as no one has ever lived here. Simple... It seems that just yesterday, there was such a small person living alone in the dormitory of these two people.

Karen closed the door.

Take off your gloves and sweep your cold fingertips across the bed.

She felt the sensation coming from her fingertips, rubbed her fingertips, and breathed softly.

It's cold.

She lay down slowly, carefully trying not to crumple the sheets, gently pulled out the quilt, and wrapped herself like a dumpling.

It's cold.

In the darkness of the night, she looked at the pitch-black ceiling.

Her brother is the same, right? In the same bed, look at the same piece of ceiling, and go to sleep.

She turned her head and saw that the planks of the window were within reach of her realization. All she had to do was push it open and she could see the sky outside the window.

Maybe in the summer, he can see those beautiful stars?

She thought to herself.

But, he's alone.

Scold...

It's cold.

Before she knew it, she closed her eyes.

It's just that she subconsciously curled up and clung to the quilt tightly.

(End of chapter)