Harold's backpack wasn't very large on the surface, but he was able to pull a lot out of it, as if the other end of the backpack was connected to a huge space.

For example, the marching pot that Harold used to make snake soup at this moment was the one he had just pulled out of the package.

The poor, frozen snake didn't meet the farmer who warmed the snake with his life this time, but instead met Harold, an expert in wilderness cooking, which was a great misfortune.

Harold lit the bonfire, and he skillfully set up the pot and chopped off the frozen snake's head, picking out the snake's gall. Then melt the snow and add the snake meat, all kinds of dried goods, salt and pepper.

"This is absolutely not normal! You.... You really want to eat snakes, we thought you were joking. Edith cried out, and she had been sitting four or five meters away from Harold from the moment.

Harold said, "Well, that's because you haven't tried. It's a very short-sighted act to jump to conclusions without trying, do you really only eat bread tonight? ”

"Don't eat, don't eat! Who would eat such horrible food like you?! Edith was so frightened by Harold's snake meat that her forehead turned a little blue.

"Hey, hey." Harold chuckled, unmoved by Edith's stern refusal, and just stirred gently in the pot with a spoon. He said in his heart: "Hmph, see how long you hard-mouthed stupid girl can last." ”

Edith turned and sat with her back to Harold, munching on the bread with cheese, apparently unconcerned.

But Harold was an expert at cooking ingredients, and the aroma of the soup pot behind him was so strong that he couldn't stop it from drilling under his nose.

And the hateful guy behind him was talking to himself frequently, and let out a wicked admiration for the snake soup.

"Oh, it's so cold, how can you not drink soup? Tsk, it tastes good! "The Harold tone is pompous.

Edith nibbled on a few bites of bread as if to bite the nasty fellow's face again.

After a short while, the snake broth was ready, and Harold picked up the spoon and filled it with a large spoonful of white soup, put it to his mouth and sucked it, making a faint sound of drinking soup.

"Tut-tut, it doesn't taste bad!" Harold boasted, and then he said, "Little sister Edith! Come and try it, and you'll find the door to a new world. ”

"Who's the little sister?! We're about the same age, okay?! Keep that thing for yourself. We just choked on bread, and we didn't drink it. ”

"Hey, hey, hey....." Harold let out a slight wicked laugh.

At this moment, Harold seems to be an old witch in a forest hut, desperately tempting the pure "princess" to drink the carefully prepared magic potion.

Edith listened to the low evil laugh and felt uncomfortable, she trembled a little, and the bread in her mouth was swallowed without chewing, she really choked.

"Ahem, ahem......" Edith coughed, her face already reddening.

"Hey, hey! I'll just kid, you're choking! Harold said, and he acted immediately, bringing a bowl of milky soup from the marching pot and serving it directly.

Miss Edith, who was choking on a lump of bread and had a very uncomfortable chest, saw that there was something to drink, and she didn't care about it, so she immediately took the soup bowl and drank it instinctively.

All she could hear was the sound of "goo-dong-goo

Edith felt a wonderful aroma fill her mouth, and there was a small piece of snake meat in the bowl of soup.

Edith chewed on the small piece of snake meat with her upper and lower teeth.

The taste is sweet, fresh, firm, and has a natural aroma from the inside out, with a slightly springy feeling when biting.

Harold was a good cook, and he had a very good grasp of the heat, and if he had more meat, he would cook too badly, and if he had less, he would not chew it. That is, the taste in the mouth is very good, so that Edith subconsciously began to chew, and she couldn't stop at all.

Harold patted Edith on the back, and when she swallowed the small piece of meat, he smiled, "Hahaha, I said no, but my body is very honest." Hahahaha, I've seen it. ”

Edith couldn't get annoyed at all this time, she was so sad that she buried her head in her knees and whimpered, "You're going to bully us, you're going to bully us like this?!" Is this a debt we owe you in our last life? ”

"Huh! It's my responsibility again. I'll just ask you if it tastes good? Harold laughed.

Edith stopped whimpering, she couldn't say the words "it tastes bad" now, she had already eaten it, so she ate it, and lied to herself that it was the meat of other animals.

Thinking of this, Edith was about to raise her head, but her scalp was slightly cold, and the person behind her suddenly moved.

Edith was puzzled, she looked up, but was squinted by the reflection of the metal, and it took half a second for her to see what the reflective metal was.

It was the edge of the steel crossbow arrow only a few centimeters from her eyes, and the jet-black crossbow arrow shaft was already tightly grasped by Harold, and Edith couldn't help but be shocked.

"Oh, it's a little troublesome, it looks like dinner time is going to be interrupted for a while." Harold used a slight force in his left hand to break the iron arrow with his fingers.

Harold grabbed Edith by the shoulder with his right hand and pulled her to her feet.

Edith saw the shape of the crossbow arrow clearly, it was a little familiar, and the next second she exclaimed: "Mitsubishi arrows with blood grooves?!" This is the crossbow bolt that the Sarga Imperial Rangers are equipped with. ”

Edith looked in the direction where the bolts were fired, and saw seven or eight figures standing in the shadow of the dense forest fifty meters away, all of them motionless, unable to see their faces and figures.

Edith's heart beat faster, feeling that this scene was indescribably weird, she looked at Harold slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are those people the deserters who were defeated after the Salga Empire lost order?" Looks like we're in trouble. ”

Edith was keenly aware of the seriousness in Harold's eyes, and he stared intently at the figures.

"No, they're not, at least not now. For only the living can be deserters. ”

"Huh?!" Edith didn't understand.

Harold pulled her to his side, then pulled out the axe on his back, holding it horizontally in both hands, his muscles still tense, ready for all kinds of battles.

Harold looked at the figures and whispered, "These 'people' don't have a heartbeat. Edith, get ready for your ice magic. ”

"Understood!" Edith said, chanting the incantation, and a silver circle appeared in front of the palms of her hands.

In the snow-capped mountains of St. Maurice in winter, the air is also unusually severe, and a cold and biting cold wind blows through the open space between the two sides of the confrontation, blowing a burst of snow foam.

After more than ten seconds, the figures in the shadow of the dead tree forest stood there, unresponsive.

"What are they doing?!" Harold frowned, he had a gut feeling that these inexplicable figures weren't just the living dead.