It was seven thirty-five p.m. that night.

Hokkaiwang Morse's workshop.

Dangdang!

Morse, who had drunk too much, heard a knock on the door.

Dangdang, dangdang!

Who is this...... In a daze, the blacksmith still didn't mean to get up and open the door.

"Hey, Uncle Morse, are you there?" Finally, the man outside the door could not bear it anymore and shouted, "I am Vicol!"

"Ah...... Huh?" Morse suddenly felt a little energetic, and stood up from his seat with a "rub": "Snow Crow, why are you here?"

"Come and see you. After the blacksmith opened the door, Vicol's helpless expression appeared in front of Morse: "What were you doing just now?"

"Of course it's hard work!" coughed embarrassedly, and the blacksmith hurriedly put away the large barrel of wine, which was full of three liters, and tried to hide it behind him: "Do you still need to ask, uncle, I have always been diligent, and I have never drunk or lazy......"

"It's just that I've drunk too much again, right? Drink so much, beware of dying violently one day. Glancing at the uncle with sympathetic eyes, Vicol put down what he was holding: "This is for you." ”

"What else do you bring with you?" Morse was really embarrassed, Morse quickly packed up the blueprints and many parts on the table: "It's a bit crowded here, so you can put it here." ”

"Otherwise, I'll have to put it here, this is a lunch box I made. Placing the package in front of the blacksmith, Snow Raven pulled a chair and sat down, took out his pipe and beat the snow on his head: "Look at you like this, you know that you are not mistaken...... You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Well, it's still the morning. Smiling awkwardly, the blacksmith bent over the hearth to add some fuel to the hearth, and then sat back in his place: "I have to meet the deadline during the day, and I am very busy. I don't have time to eat. ”

"When I used to hunt, my brother always said that if you are so busy, how can you have time to eat?" With a wry smile, Vicol spat out a smoke ring: "Later, after a long time, Videll got a stomach problem. And I didn't get to eat on time. After that, he was honest and remembered to eat no matter how busy he was. ”

"Also...... It's really educational. Unable to think of anything more, the blacksmith smiled and opened the package: "But you actually remembered to bring me food...... Really careful. ”

"Nothing. With a relaxed expression, Snow Crow slowly asked, "How is the robotic arm made?"

"I did it in a hurry. Originally, someone wanted to improve it for the day after tomorrow, but in the end, at the strong request of me and another ice rock man, the ice was completed and broken the day after tomorrow. Pushing the wrapped cloth aside, Morse absentmindedly pushed a drawing to the snow crow: "Look, this is it." I was responsible for the design of the position of the cone head and the support arm. ”

"It's an industrial design that's never been done before. Clearing his throat proudly, Morse began to gush: "The key to breaking the ice this time is in the support arm, and there is a secret grid in it......"

"Well, let's stop talking about it for now, and keep some surprises. Before the blacksmith could say the key part, the snow crow immediately proposed, "I'd better look at the drawings." ”

Five seconds later.

"Forget it, I can't read it. After a cursory glance, the snow crow shook his head and refused: "But I think there should be no problem, after all, it is a part designed by you, uncle." ”

"You're really giving me face when you say that. Haha laughed a few times, and the blacksmith patted his stomach, feeling hungry. Eager to open the lunch box, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: it was a very thick, well-colored piece of medium-rare steak and a fried cake cut into small pieces. The sight of them whetted the blacksmith's appetite, for Morse's stomach had begun to whine violently.

It's not that it's hard to drink, it's just that it's too spicy...... But Vicol can't be blamed. After all, this guy has been a hunter since he was a child, and he grew up drinking this kind of warming soup, so he naturally thinks it tastes good.

"That's—That's really good. Swallowing, the blacksmith picked up the knife and fork that came with the lunch box, and eagerly cut off a piece of meat and ate it. Feeling the juice churning in his mouth, Morse was full of praise: "Hmm...... Yes, the taste is better than it looks, I didn't expect you to cook so well! ”

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the snow crows, right?" looking at Morse, who was very happy, Vicol's expression was extremely relaxed: "It's a pity that you don't have a pot here, otherwise I'll make you some more soup to drink." These three things add up to the most authentic hunting meal. ”

"Let's try it again next time. "Haha, the blacksmith almost choked on the food: fortunately he didn't see the pot.

In a candlelit hall, dozens of blown guards lay on the floor. The strong smell of blood surrounds the entire hall, suffocating. In the whole room, only the silver-haired girl who laughed wildly and faltered was left.

With the blood on the tip of the knife, a silver-haired girl wearing an iron mask squatted in front of an old man, covered in blood. Vaguely, the red fierce light that appeared in the iron mask's eyeholes could be clearly seen.

Enjoying licking her palms clean, she laughed out loud and kept stabbing the dagger frantically, stabbing the entire corpse's face. The corpse's blood stains continued to smoke black, and finally only ordinary blood foam remained.

Another group of guards, heavily armed and shouting in Brna, rushed towards the girl. However, she just laughed like a madman, laughing maniacally, and narrowed her eyes.

The eyes in the mask's eyes flashed a faint red light for a moment, and everyone in her sight stopped abruptly, too painful to hold their weapons. Before the wails could be heard, the blood vessels and organs of their bodies burst open and exploded into countless pieces.

"Blood...... A lot of blood......" The girl laughed wildly as she grinned wildly, grasping the spear that had been stabbed by the guards who had reached her side around the pillar. Flailing it up to the ceiling, she slashed open the major artery in her left hand with her dagger, conjuring up a bloody whip out of blood. After a wail, the man was shattered in the air, and a rain of blood fell.

Happily spun to her feet, the silver-haired girl's laughter became more and more pathological, and at the end it even sounded hoarse.

One of the guards, who had not had time to rush in, trembled, and hid by the door of the hall, not daring to move. Unbeknownst to him, however, the silver-haired girl was licking her fingers and shaking her body to look this way.

The hooded man stood silently in a hidden corner of the hall and turned to leave.

There are still seventeen years and one hundred and ninety days left at the end of the world.