It's quite lively. Because the nearby mountains are cordoned off, it is impossible to hunt for meat. At this point, it seemed that the Lord of Mace had made a wise move to ask for a large stockpile of food before Lady Nadia warned that Winter's Breath might be coming.

Because meat is no longer available by hunting. Livestock raised in Neverwinter City have always accounted for only a small fraction of meat consumption.

It's just that the livestock raised in the city are not enough to eat. It is still more expensive to buy imported food.

Naturally, the original fear of black ice blocking the sea is no longer a threat.

So it's a false alarm.

"Tsk...... It's cold. The witcher shivered a little, "Hey, aren't you cold, Ranger?"

"It can be better. "Cyberdart didn't find it too difficult to accept.

"Me too. Carol said lazily at this time, "It's not cold at all." ”

"Are you a vampire embarrassed?" Bulso retorted immediately.

"I'm sleepy......" seemed to lose interest in the topic, and Carol's tone began to get confused: "I'm asleep......"

The Bloodline is easy to get sleepy during the day.

"Sleep, sleep. The witcher raised his hand and grabbed his hood, his tone a little helpless: "Hey......"

"How much sleep does she get in a day?" asked Cyberdart, amused.

"If I had to, it wasn't April—ah, yes. You don't know who they are, do you?" said Bolso, hesitantly.

Bulso couldn't believe his memories now.

In fact, he and Lucina should have known each other for a long time, but they were both forgotten because of the shielding of memory.

"No, I know. It's the Sandman. Ranger shook his head and smiled, "But not as well as Lucina knows them well." ”

Loelle evokes a lost part of the memories of all.

Of course, the memories of some characters have not been altered. For example, Anusen, who has nothing to do with these in the first place. Some people are special, such as...... Seresya. Of course, only Tina remembers Mellon's memories.

And it's not quite.

"Oh, that's easy to talk about. Bolso began to explain with confidence: "Then you should be able to understand the general situation." ”

“...... All right. Although he didn't actually understand, Sebodat still pretended to understand: "But what should she do at night if she sleeps so long during the day every day? ”

"Ah...... In fact, I didn't sleep long during the day. Bulso thought awkwardly: "In addition, in order to cooperate with the eldest lady, I slept very late." ”

"You're Carol's servant, aren't you?, what do you do every day?" the elf was intrigued, pulling the reins a little to slow the horses down a bit, so that Bulso could lead the way in a position a little ahead. After all, he didn't know the exact path.

"Huh, say it again?" said Bulso, who was not aware of the wind.

"I say, what are you going to do with Carol every day?" exclaimed Cyberdart, making sure the witcher could hear it.

"What do you do every day......" Bulso thought a little when he heard this, "Oh, this...... I'm just an ordinary manservant, and I'm probably in charge of everything. What combing her hair, making tea, doing all kinds of housework, spending time with her, making beds and dressing......"

"Oh?" the elf smiled meaningfully as he heard something interesting.

"Oh no, don't think about it!" the witcher subconsciously shouted, and then choked on the cold wind and coughed twice: "Carol, this guy...... I'm too lazy to do it, so I have to dress me. With such an owner, what can I do?"

"Understood, understood. It's just ordinary service. The elf still had a subtle smile: the line between servant and master was blurred at times.

And the relationship between these two people is not generally delicate.

"Forget it, don't talk about it. Bulso seemed to feel that he would be misunderstood if he continued, and seemed a little helpless: "Wouldn't it be good for us to talk about something constructive?"

"For example?" said Sebodat decided to hear Bulso's opinion.

"You're not a ranger. You've been to a lot of places, right? Let's talk about something interesting. Bulso thought it would be interesting to talk about it.

"No problem. What type of story would you like to hear?" the genie asked further to determine the scope of the story.

"Here's a ...... Let's be a warmer story. Another cold wind blew, and Bulso couldn't help but shiver: "Listen to it, it will help fight the cold." ”

"Then tell me about my adventures in the desert. Sebodat looked up at the dark sky covered with heavy snow, and sighed: "The sky at that time was so dazzling that people couldn't bear to look at it directly. ”

"The idiom is used incorrectly. Bulso listened intently, and quickly provoked.

"Bear with it. Regardless of the fact that Sebodat was still looking at the sky, recalling the story with a sense of contrast: "The sky was full of heat...... Everything seems to be fluctuating in the heat. I was walking alone in the desert, and the kettle was running out of water. ”

"I know. The end is that you don't die of thirst, do you?" said Bulso, pondering for a moment.

"Nonsense, you, I'm going to talk to you here if I'm dead?" complained Sebdart, who immediately cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, the most important thing at that time was to find the water source as soon as possible. I sent Nalo into the sky to see if there might be water around here. ”

"...... Nalo?" the witcher didn't understand.

"It's my demon owl. The emerald green light of Cyberdart's palm came out, and the turquoise spirit owl quickly converged in the light, tilted its head slightly to look around, and flew into the sky with a coo. With a snap of its fingers, the elf disappeared into the green light again.

"Hah, that's interesting. Bulso approving: "Go on. ”

"Through Nalo's eyes, I discovered an ancient city. Sebdat said leisurely, recalling the scene: "It was really exciting. By manipulating Nallo, I also learned that it wasn't a mirage. However, just as I was about to go there, there was a sandstorm. ”

"I knew it wasn't that simple. The witcher listened intently, and at the same time had to complain: "And then?"

"I was about to go on...... "Cyberdat felt the snowflake-mixed winds of Neverwinter, and a bit of a sandstorm. This made him tidy up his deer hunting hat again (the top hat he bought some time ago was not used to wearing): "The sandstorm is fierce, and I can only quickly find a leeward dune lying there." The sky was full of squinting yellow sand, and I couldn't see anything clearly. ”