After thanking Eddes and Dereno, Vicor walked out of the room, and sighed a little depressed as he closed the door: the captain didn't catch the spy last night.

This is a terrible thing. Let the transmuter lurk in the city, not knowing how much commotion it will cause...... It was terrifying to think about, and Vicor couldn't help but worry: Eternal Winter was getting more and more dangerous. I don't know how many Corruptors and clones have infiltrated and are ready to go. And the most terrifying thing is that behind these enemies there seems to be a commander - the rumored black ice mage.

Just now, Captain Eddes said that the guests had discovered that almost everyone at the Shenmu Forest outpost had been killed and replaced with clones. This news made the sentinel's heart feel extremely heavy: the outposts of the Ice Dragon Valley and the Divine Wood Forest had actually disappeared silently, which was enough to show the enemy's strong strength in blocking information. The most surprising thing is nothing more than that the Ice Dragon Valley outpost has been swallowed by black ice, but a few days ago, there was still a letter reporting that everything was normal.

The pain of the wounds kept coming in, interrupting the sentinel's train of thought. Reaching out and touching the black heather pipe with white carvings carved into his pocket, Vicol swallowed: his addiction to cigarettes had returned.

Damn, didn't bring matches...... Patting his trouser pocket, Vicol realized it with great disappointment. The growing desire for tobacco drove him on a brisk walk and down the stairs to his room—no, he had to smoke a cigarette to keep his composure. There was no appointment anyway, and it was not too late to meet Morse when he was done.

As he returned to the first floor and walked out of the corner of the stairs, Vicol froze in place, opening his mouth and failing to speak: two men were standing in front of the door of his room, seemingly waiting for a long time. Among them, the appearance of the slightly emaciated person was extremely familiar to him.

Could that be...... Lord Mace immediately recognized him, and Vicol looked at another tall man in shock: This guy seems to be the guard next to the city lord, right? I heard that it is the son of the blacksmith uncle, but the name is not clear.

Realizing that they were looking for him, Vicol did not dare to slack off and hurried to meet him. As if immediately noticing the footsteps, the lord turned around and smiled, "Looks like you're recovering quickly, Vicor." ”

"Yes, sir. Hurriedly standing up, the sentry bowed slightly. Feeling a sharp pain in his leg again, Vicol took a breath of cold air and subconsciously said, "Thanks to Uncle Morse, otherwise I would have died." ”

"He's in his room right now, you can go and thank him later. Nodding, the city lord said in a brisk tone, "There are some things I want to tell you, and it doesn't seem convenient to communicate in the corridor. How about opening the door and let's go in and talk?"

"Ah, of course. Hurriedly glancing at the stern-faced guard, Vicol quickly took out the key and opened the door.

"Excuse me...... This is Morse's son, isn't it?" Busy pouring water and handing the fruit bowl to the two lords, the sentry held back his cigarette and asked, "I think he looks a bit like Uncle Blacksmith." ”

"That's right. Tactfully rejecting the fruit that was handed over, Mace motioned for the guard to sit down and said softly, "Elton Norn, my close guard." ”

This guy has to be two meters tall, right? he's a big guy in a snowman...... And judging from the muscles of this guy alone, he was so powerful! Looking at the large black shield on his back in surprise, the sentry secretly imagined its weight - since his father was Morse, the shield must be made of black steel. The material and appearance of the shield are so bulky that you can't lift it yourself.

Sitting down across from the two, Vicole was extremely nervous in front of Mace's gaze. Putting the matchbox next to the fruit bowl into his pocket, he nervously wondered why the lord had come in person. Subconsciously reaching for his coat pocket, the sentry longed to pull out the old pipe: when he was nervous, he was always used to taking two puffs to relax his nerves.

However, the moment he touched the hard pipe, Vicor's left hand quickly withdrew as if it had touched charcoal. Realizing that it was rude to smoke a pipe in front of the castle lord, the sentry sighed and gave up on the idea.

As if noticing Vicol's struggle, Mace cleared his throat and asked, "Soldier, did Butler Brea pay you for this reconnaissance mission?"

"I asked him to give it directly to Morse. Shaking his head, Vicol was a little embarrassed: "Because...... That tube of blood is so valuable, I have to repay him no matter what. ”

"It's a good thing to know how to repay your kindness. Nodding approvingly, the city lord spoke again: "But you killed the enemy heroically in the dungeon, and you also faithfully left a note as a clue. This courage, loyalty, and wisdom deserve additional rewards and praise. ”

"You're too much of an award. Somewhat ashamed, Vicor confessed incoherently, "But I really didn't have much courage at that time, I was completely frightened by the enemy, and I didn't dare to fight the Corruptor directly." I've always thought about how to escape, not to kill him myself. In the end, it was nothing more than a little trick to get lucky......"

"You're too unconfident in yourself, Vicol. Saying this sentence slowly, Mace still maintained an indifferent smile: "There are many kinds of courage, and they are expressed in different forms, and even some are not understood. When facing an enemy, it is not only a sword drawn to fight to the death that can be called courageous. That's just a sign of recklessness, and there's no bravery at all. As for escaping, it is not necessarily the preserve of cowards. It is often burdened with infamy, but it always contains profound wisdom. ”

"You have a point. Saying this, Vicol wanted to take two puffs of his pipe quickly: "But...... I don't need any additional reward, so please pass it over to the Morse blacksmith. ”

"You seem to have misunderstood something, soldier. Smiling relaxedly, Mace took a sip of his glass: "It may not be polite, but allow me to ask - do you still have living relatives?"

"......" shook his head helplessly, and Vicol lowered his eyelids and replied briefly: "No." ”

"I'm sorry. After a moment of silence, Mace suddenly spoke again: "I heard from Denor, it seems that you have always wanted to live in the small town of Beihaiwang. Is that so?"

"Yes. Acknowledging this, Vicol suddenly felt a little sad: "I quit my job as a sentry when I wanted to save enough money, and moved in with Videll to live by the sea with a sea breeze. But ......"

"I understand. He has rested. Nodding to the guards, Elton handed Vicol a metal badge and a key.

"Take these. Pushing a map of the town of North Sea to Vicol, Mace spoke, "Look closely at the emblem, Sentinel—no, from this day forward, you should be called a snow crow." ”