When Ginnold mentions "little girl", he is referring to Miss Lady, Lady, Lady, who has a delicate face, a petite figure, and a flat breast, and looks like an undeveloped little girl.

"See, it seems to be a noble lady." Rovren replied.

"It was the little girl who struck a stick at Ma Wei."

The mercenary Leo spoke from the side. A wry smile appeared on his face, this time Ma Wei finally got into trouble because of his debauchery temperament, thinking back to that stick, he felt a pain in his crotch for Ma Wei.

"No, no, Leo, it's not a stick, it's a staff."

Ginnod shook his fingers, denying the claims of his mercenaries, "That little girl is actually an inaugural mage. ”

He came to a conclusion.

Although it sounds somewhat bizarre for a mage to use a staff as a stick, it is not against the rational logic of things, and aside from the staff itself as a medium for spellcasting, isn't it just a stick?

"This is a little interesting. Kingdom soldiers, swordsmen, and mages ......"

Rovren flexed his knuckles and tapped rhythmically on the long table, and he and his old friend Ginod glanced at each other, quickly reading something extra from each other's eyes - the last time something similar had happened was during the "Fog Pine War".

"Perhaps, something amazing is going to happen."

The hall of the tavern was still noisy, and after drinking the ale from his glass, Rovren stood up, and he said goodbye to his old friend Ginod, and walked to the back of the tavern—

The food on the long table smelled good, and there was still a lot left in the jug of ale, and Ginnod forked the thinly sliced roast leg of lamb and stuffed it into his mouth—the tender but not greasy texture mixed with the ale made his eyes squint.

At this time, the "shepherd's ocarina" was once again lifted the curtain, and a group of weather-covered young men rushed in and came to Ginod's side.

"Commander, all the people of the first brigade have arrived."

A young man at the head stood in front of Ginod and said. He glanced at Mavi, then at Leo, and finally his gaze quickly rested on the food—

The food on the long table had just been added quite a bit, and judging from the amount of food, it was definitely not just for two or three people. He grinned, beckoned his companions behind him, and sat down next to the regimental commander, Ginod.

"Captain, then we'll be on our own." Before Ginnod could respond, he directly stretched out five fingers.

Ginnod immediately laughed and cursed, but did not stop it. The long table quickly blended into a bustle with the atmosphere in the tavern hall.

……

After staying in the room and enjoying dinner, Gross stood in front of the window.

The view from the window is a dark landscape. On this snowy night in early winter, not to mention the dusk moon, it is difficult to see even half a shining star in the deep night sky. Finely splintered snow particles, swept up by the howling cold wind, and slammed against every obstacle it could encounter: the dusty houses were covered in silver, the snow fell from the spires of the houses, and then crashed into the branches of the bare trees, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the streets of the town were sparsely populated.

At the end of the line of sight appeared several carriages full of goods, the wheels of the carriages hung with wind lanterns, and the grooms, wrapped in thick clothes, waved their whips high again and again under the constant urging of the merchants—

Squeak –

A thin layer of snow slid on the pavement with two wheel ruts, which sank straight into the ditch on the side of the road. The exhausted, old, thin pack horse fell to the ground, its four hooves still kicking. The merchant's shouting curses rang out, the groom hung his head in despair, the whole caravan stopped, and in this deserted street, a large crowd of people carried up boxes of goods that had fallen to the ground......

"Winter came so early this year."

Oliver glanced at it and said with emotion. He happened to be in the same room as the bandit leader Gross, and there wasn't much entertainment at night in this remote town, and he didn't have the heart to run to the lobby of the tavern anymore because of the previous incident.

"This is the Ceris area."

Gross's voice was flat.

Compared to the mountains of Nogo, the Ceris region is located in the northernmost part of Nogo and the northernmost part of the kingdom's borders, and if you continue to go north, it will be the uninhabited Far North Wasteland this season - in Gross's memory, the Far North Wasteland will only be opened to players in subsequent versions of the game, and it can be regarded as a medium-to-high-level adventure area.

They don't have the strength or the need to enter that area right now.

Withdrawing his gaze from the hapless caravan, he felt his mood suddenly become very calm, like a frozen lake in the cold winter, without the slightest ripple - he turned and looked back to the room: the furnishings of this room were simple, except for the bed, only the table and the chair.

Moreover, the crudely made furniture looked to be many years old, and the wood on it had long since been soaked in dust, turning into a dull color, and there were some signs of insect bites.

"Oliver."

"Ah, what's the matter? Chief. ”

"What's your biggest dream?"

Gross asked—he was now in the air of a melancholy bard, and when he asked the question, his eyes were fixed on Oliver.

This is completely different from the usual bandit leaders. In the past, Gross would never talk about such ethereal topics, he was a man of extreme practicality, and if someone in the bandit group occasionally made such an emotion, he would see it as meaningless and unprofessional.

If you have this time in a daze, it is better to practice martial arts and swordsmanship.

Today, however, Gross has become a different person. As a close partner who grew up together, Oliver was stunned for a moment, he looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Gross, turned around behind him, and then circled back.

He stretched out his palm and shook his fingers under Gross's nose, "Boss, are you talking in your sleep?" With that, he pinched his thighs hard, trying to make sure that he wasn't in someone else's dream.

However, Gross's expression remained calm, even extremely serious.

Oliver thought for a moment and quickly replied, "My biggest dream, huh...... Probably to marry a domineering and gentle wife, and then give birth to a litter of screaming cubs, and wait until a few years have passed, watching the cubs marry wives, and give birth to litters of little cubs, and then ......"

"Great dream, not bad."

A smile tugged at the corners of Gross's mouth - two different wills were merging within his soul. It was only at this time that he finally had a new understanding and feeling of this world: he came to this world, and this world accepted him.