February 20, the year of chaos. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cloudy.

This is our fourth day on the Far North Sea, which seems short, but in fact we all feel that it has been a long time, and the only one who seems to be completely unaffected is Cremar, even me - I have not traveled in a deserted or consistent place, I walked with my father in a young age through the snowy swamps, and when the edelweiss covered the whole swamp, all you could see was a white patch. But as soon as you push through the thick layer of velvet flowers, you can see the living swamps, living water, stagnant water, mud, frogs, snakes, all kinds of small creatures and monsters, not to mention the sunlight and the stars.

But it's different here, and most of the time, all you see is snow and ice.

At the beginning of this year, we could still see fish and shrimp under the crunchy ice, but after two days and one night (my sense of time had become disorganized and could only be determined by Cremar's magic timer), we couldn't see what was beneath the ice even if we swept away the snow - it was still crystal clear, but as it grew thicker, it gradually tended to be dark, the kind that even the bright midday sun could not penetrate. Luckily, we were able to see seals, snow hares, and foxes -- I saw a colony of seals perched on a sheet of ice, and that day the clouds dispersed and the sun poured down, bringing precious heat to them and to us Each seal spread out its body to the fullest, its belly facing the sky, and happily fiddled with its fins and tail, their fat stomach like a sheep's stomach stuffed with minced meat, and the stiff beard next to their black nose made the faces of these sea giants look as majestic as those of a human lord, especially when they raised the upper part of their bodies, except for their gray-white belly and dark tail and fins, their slippery skin was dotted with countless black spots, which could not help but remind people of the royal family's favorite ferrets。

I walked gently past them without disturbing any of them.

Today it was Glenn and McGee's turn to go hunting, and I was worried, Glenn was a thief, and McGee was always a little crazy, but luckily, they only brought back a big fat fish and half a bag of white krill, and the white krill was delicious when boiled in seawater, and the fish, the kind that often brushed the bottom of the boat when we were still floating on the surface, had a gray-black back, and the flesh of the fish was mixed with white fat. The fish was cut into finger-wide slices, and after removing the small bones, we divided the recipe into two ways, one fried in pan and butter, and the other wrapped in minced garlic, both of which were extremely delicious, but Leona and Baldwin both chose to fry them in butter - the Normans of the Highlands were inland, and the people of the land always felt that the fish were in water and needed to be boiled or grilled to get rid of the cold and wet smell in their bodies.

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February 21, the year of chaos.

Cloudy.

Today I met a seal cub, I don't know how it came here alone, its fur is still all white, only black round eyes and nose can be seen in the snow, I remember where the seal colony was yesterday, but I don't know if it belongs to which group it belongs to - it has been barking, it barks a lot like a duck - I remember Perrant said that seal mothers can keenly catch the one that belongs to their baby in the noisy waves and the calls of other seals.

I put it near the seal colony I saw.

I waited about a little bit, and at last a seal moved its body out of the pebble-like colony, and their cries came and went, with a similar frequency and tune—they reunited, and the female was turning over to feed the hungry little thing as I left, and when I was about three hundred feet away, their duet began again, but the sound was gradually swallowed up by the wind and distance—hoping that the lady would not lose her baby again. Although I know that many times, this is not what she intended - when the waves obscure the sky and the sun, hundreds of adult seals can be swept away at once, and the visibility in the water is very low, and there are dense undercurrents, rapids and eddies, plus background noise that becomes more complex in the chaos...... Not to mention the fact that sometimes the ice caps can break due to waves, collisions, or orcas collisions, and everything on top of it has to fall into the sea, and frightened or injured males can become extraordinarily violent, and there may be more dangerous hunters in the water, it will be very difficult for females to protect themselves, let alone young children?

I caught three rabbits, Leona and Birdwin two.

Snow Hares don't have a lot of meat after removing the thick fluff, although their flesh is firm due to the need to run and dig burrows in the ice, but the firmness also means that they get old easily, Kremar stewed them into soup, he added parsley and basil to the soup, and added acetic acid, to be honest, he did this with a delicate look on his face, maybe they didn't expect a spellcaster to be so keen on cooking, but I know it's only because Kremar is so picky about food, anyway, since he came to Grey Ridge, we have unexpectedly found a lot to eat, or something that could be eaten more deliciously.

In fact, I've always been a little nervous about whether Cremar's minor problems in this area will affect his future ...... Life. At the moment when he asked me with great interest if the succubus's feet were really sheep's hooves, and the part of the sheep that belonged to the sheep was counted from the thighs or from the knees......

That time I asked the elf who went out to bring him a pound of fresh rock goat meat.

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February 22, the year of the turmoil.

Cloudy.

Yes, it's still cloudy. The sun shone on us the day we landed on the Far North, and we had seen it as a good omen, but it was fleeting, and we hadn't seen the sun for six days, and the vault was still moving, and there was hardly a pause in our footsteps, and I could feel that we were entering the heart of the Far North, as evidenced by the fact that not only were snow hares and foxes dwindling, but even seals were rarely seen. And the glaciers that stand in our sight are taller and harder than the other.

Leona and Berdwin slept longer by the day, which was dangerous, and Glenn and McGee weren't doing very well.

Today was supposed to be Glenn and McGee out hunting, but I changed it to me and Gülen, then me and Berdwin, and McGee and Leona needed more time off.

I may be wrong, I saw seals, and snow bears, snow bears are a mother and child, and they are eating a seal, if there is any consolation, it is that the seal they are eating is an elderly male seal, from the wrinkles and scars on its neck, it can be seen that it has won dozens of battles against female seals, its offspring may have been able to form a group, and its huge body can provide another young life to grow and thrive.

Gülen glanced at the snow bear a few times, it was just a female snow bear, but it was a simple estimate, it should also weigh fifteen hundred pounds, maybe it had already spotted us, but the mother and son already had a prey that they could enjoy for days, and it was eating, so it hesitated for a moment, and saw that we had no intention of competing with it for creatures, and moved to the other side to spy on us. When the little bear tried to climb the body of the seal to take a look, he took a blow on the fat bear paw and rolled down with a wail—but the little one did not have a good memory, and a piece of fat was hanging there where it had fallen, so he happily re-entered the table.

Gülen and I continued to walk and found a clump of sea grapes, which had probably been brought by an undercurrent and frozen in the ice, it was a seaweed, and it tasted like fish eggs, but it didn't smell like fish eggs, only the deliciousness of fish eggs. Gülen then found a gap created by the collapse of the glacier and hung down the rope. The silver rope of activation had originally belonged to Cremar, but it had rarely been seen since his long hair had been accidentally cut off during the battle, and now it was more often used by Gülen - it had found a swarm of lemmings in the crevice, and I heard them squeaking - and the rope had brought us two fat lemmings.

"It's strange," said Gülen, "it's all snow and ice, so what are they eating?"

Eat everything, just like the snow hare we hunted before didn't care about feeding their hunger with carrion or companions when they were hungry. But I don't think he wants to know.

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February 23, the year of chaos.

Cloudy.

Today Cremar tore open a new scroll, probably he had copied yesterday, and the spell created a hut that could shade the light outside, keep out the wind and the cold, but there was no furniture, and it could not block magic or simple force strikes, but Leona and Berdwin, and Glenn, McGee, were much better, and in fact, even I, when I was shrouded in darkness, could not help but relax for a moment, although I could not see the galaxy - I never thought that one day I would be soothed by the darkness.

I've been threatened by Cremar that he'll waste a spell on me if I don't get a good night's sleep and spend a short period of meditation and snow honey on my tired body.

I had to go and sleep peacefully, I don't know how long I slept, after all, the light outside never changed, but all the tiredness was gone, I stretched like a cat on the warm, soft fur - there was only a faint fire in the hut, a folding grill was set up, I smelled the familiar smell of rattan powder, it is hard to say if it was this sweet smell that woke me up- My companions sat around the fire, Leona and Birdwin leaning side by side, McGee busy tending to a dormouse leg, and Cremar sitting at the other end, making himself an icy chair covered with fur and his spellbook on his knees, opposite the same chair on which sat the Daughter of Love.

The Daughter of Love seldom communicates with us, she has the contempt and straightforwardness of the gods, and gnomes and humans are never in her concern, and I may not be worthy of her care, and Cremar is only a key to her to open the vault, I don't believe her, but I can't do anything about her, or rather, humans can't do anything about her, she is in a low point of weakness and confusion, but this low point is a terrible heaven for us.

I refuse to think about it again, if things can work out for the better, I can dedicate all of the metal dragon's treasures to this goddess, as long as my companions and I can finally survive life and freedom.

I kind of miss Perante.

We ate the rattan cakes, and of course, except for the Daughter of Love, who never ate, and the sea grapes that Gülen had brought were also rejected. Sometimes I could see Glenn's eyes glint with anger and hatred, and I knew that he cared for the Daughter of Love only because the body possessed by the Daughter of Love belonged to his lover, but unfortunately since that time, Memmy has not woken up, and we can't be sure if she has not been assimilated by Flo so far, but her body does not seem to be in good shape. Although it is still beautiful, this beauty is like the fat cut by the Alatirites from under the skin of a whale, flawless but lifeless, looking like a soft stone statue or a delusional fantasy.

In short, it's not the kind Gülen likes.

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February 24, the year of the turmoil.

Cloudy.

Today is the eighth day.

There are still thirty to thirty-two days to go until the polar night, but that doesn't mean there is plenty of time, the Far North Sea is full of dangers, and no one knows what we will encounter.

About three blocks ago, for example, we were still running desperately, and the ice, which was as solid as the earth, had collapsed and collapsed a few feet behind us, and through the cracks we could see the stirring of dark water, shaking and changing everywhere we landed—Gülen had even fallen into a crevice, where he might have turned into a crimson powder if it weren't for Cremar's rope, and no one could be sure that he would have been able to recover his whole land after merging with the ice and sea.

Gülen's misstep is hardly a providence or a man-made one, but at this time we really can't be held accountable - Leona and Berdwin are unharmed, including the dwarf caught under Berdwin's arm.

As we sat down on a calm plateau, we saw a massive bridge of ice and snow arches forming, but perhaps in a few days it would also collapse. (To be continued.) )