It was 6:40 p.m. that night.

Cold Snow Castle・A living room for several people.

Fiddling with the ring in her hand repeatedly, Lucina, who was sitting on the sofa, kept shaking her legs, pretending to be deep and constantly nodding gently. Until the mad dog drinking orange juice mixed with honey wine next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and barked in a loud voice: "What do you see, you keep nodding like a crazy woman?"

"Who do you say is the crazy woman?" Lucina felt that she had suffered a loss, and put down the curse ring stupidly, "But I really don't see what it does...... It's because it's been applied anti-cracking magic. ”

"To put it bluntly, it's still poor skills, what's the quibble?" The mahjong in his hand was nonsense again, and the mad dog proudly grabbed the knight, ranger and Lusha in front of Yifal at the speed of light and put it in his pocket: "Heh, if you win at this pace, I will soon be able to buy the entire Eternal Winter City." ”

"Come on, you win three fars, and you can't afford to buy the kind of roast eagle meat that you had two days ago in one night. Pushing down his own mahjong, Cyberdat was busy reshuffling the cards: "Besides, it's not all you who win." ”

"It's just a joke, can you buy a fart if you play so small? It's a different matter if you change it to a handful of 20,000 euros. Licking the corners of his mouth, Mad Dog began to recall the game he had eaten yesterday: "Hey...... But that plate of eagle meat was really delicious! ”

"Are you embarrassed to say? You have eaten most of the plate. Putting down the wine glass in his hand angrily, Anusen complained: "And I didn't even say a word of thanks after eating, why is my skin so thick?"

"I'm not a good talker, and the way I thank you must be very subtle. Cheeky, Mad Dog began to open his eyes and say nonsense: "You can't just take it seriously." ”

"This mahjong is really hard to play. The rules are so cumbersome, how can you remember them quickly. With a frown, the knight began a new round of complaints: "Lusha and I have been losing. ”

"This is the way of playing Eurasian mahjong, if it is changed to my hometown of Tomeca City, it is guaranteed to make your head bigger. Coughing, the mad dog said provocatively, "If you can't afford to play, you can't play, knight?" and no one said, 'If you don't play mahjong, you will die for me'. ”

"When did I say I can't afford to play?" Touching his coat pocket, the knight straightened his waist awkwardly: "But I don't have any change in my pocket, and the minimum is Rogie." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice if you won the next hand? By the way, the interest is rolled thirty times every day. Picking up the flask, Mad Dog took a big sip proudly: "Of course, you can take Luo Ji if you want to." It's just the equivalent of ten fars. ”

"Can't you get me money?" Already tired of coping with the lifting of the bar, the knight took a few fars that Lusa kindly handed over, and after thanking him, he complained to the mad dog, "Look at the people, can't you be half as kind as her?"

"No, you can't. I am a principled person. Casually replying, Mad Dog casually closed his left hand one by one: the scar had healed, leaving a shallow mark that would fade in a few days. Dr. Enis's herbs work very well and are surprisingly effective. If it weren't for the fact that Mad Dog had received Aya's blood treatment a few days ago and couldn't be healed again, it would have been fine that day.

"I still don't know how the ring works......" Lucina held her head and felt her dignity challenged, "Before I came to the Permafrost, I was confident in my magical abilities. But why do you always come across such high-end things after you get here?"

"You're doing a great job, Lucina. Busy playing cards, the elf's comforting words sounded completely perfunctory: "Look, don't they all activate the magic of the mad dog's stabbing sword? ”

"What kind of mage are you? We are fundamentally different from rangers. After being comforted, Lucina was even more annoyed: "I'm a professional, a professional! ”

"Aren't you a mount? That's enough. Without even looking at her, Ceresya was busy taking another batch of money: "The investigation of Nairavos has no eyebrows at all. The book only mentions that he disappeared during one of his missions before the fall of the dynasty. ”

"Didn't you say it's okay to call him Sinnoen?" frowning, the knight looked confused, "But the investigation time has not been in vain. At least you can figure out that there are no more missing pages in the relevant literature. ”

"Actually, it would be interesting if Nairavos really didn't die. With a dry cough, Seresa slowly proposed: "Six of the nine knights of the Eurasian king are missing in the records, and only three are confirmed dead. Maybe none of these six are dead?"

"I'm more concerned about why this guy is following Namedia. Judging by the literature, Nairavos is an unapproachable and cold man. After stretching his waist, the elf asked puzzledly: "I think...... It's time for us to tell Eddes about that, too. ”

"Don't. As soon as she heard this, Lucina quickly stopped him: "It's better to have less of Namedia in front of Edus." We can't just talk about her bodyguards. ”

"Cut...... That's a lot of damn things. Before the elf could say anything, the mad dog began to be unhappy: "Then pity him for a while." Investigate again, and talk to him when you have eyebrows. ”

In the surrounding round platform, a thick and vast white mist shrouded all directions, hiding the black shadows hidden in them.

Their eyes glowed red, and they stared silently at the bloodied young man in the center of the round.

The pipe was extinguished in vain, leaving only a faint remnant of smoke.

"Before dawn, the triangular coffin must be opened......" A gloomy voice came from all directions, and the fog immediately dissipated. The space of the dream crumbles in an instant, and the vortex of reality sweeps with it.

Awakened from a wheelchair countless times, the time and space around me are always confused, going back to a few days ago. The only way to solve it is to fall into a deep sleep again.

But why...... When you wake up these times, you can feel that you have a dream full of blood and death?

The girl's spirit was on the verge of a breakdown, and she was overwhelmed by nightmares. Even her weakened nerves could vaguely make her nose ask for the illusory smell of blood.

It's cold...... Why is the fog so big here?

Where am I? The smell of the air here doesn't seem to be the Sacred Wood Forest......

Am I crazy? The girl is getting more and more panicked: hasn't she come back from looking for food? It feels horrible to be alone here.

Pushing away the prism in front of her, a silver-haired girl struggled to her feet and staggered out of the house.

The picture in the prism is a silver-haired girl sleeping in a wheelchair in a foggy space-time. A bloodstained iron mask slowly fell from her lap and slammed lightly into the ground.

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