Gesturing to everyone to say no more, the knight looked intently at the figure in the fog: judging by the crooked, drunken walking posture, it was definitely a mad dog.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and the three of them remained silent, squatting motionless—it was clear to everyone that the whole plan had been in full swing from the moment the mad dog was about to enter the woodlands. At this juncture, it is necessary to make sure that the enemy who may be looking at this side is not suspicious. Once the three people in the grass exposed their targets, there was no second chance at all.

Subconsciously clenching the hilt of the sword, Anusen, although still calm, his heartbeat was still regularly accelerated by the unpredictable development that followed. The air around was extremely cold, and even wearing thick leather gloves could not prevent the biting cold air from penetrating into it. After nearly an hour of lying in ambush in the grass, the junction between the scabbard and the blade was covered with frost, and the entire weapon seemed to be frozen.

The cervical spine was stiff from the long period of inactivity, and the knight pressed his knuckles hard against his neck, but did not dare to turn it for fear of being exposed. At the same time, he vaguely felt that his entire back and waist were beginning to ache, and even if he moved slightly, he could hear a clear "click".

At the age of forty-two, there are inevitably a bunch of physical problems, like when I was younger...... Feeling that his physical condition was no longer what he used to be, the knight tightened his collar and felt a terrible pain in his waist and eyes: maybe a little straight waist would not be discovered by the enemy, right?

In the end, however, reason prevailed, and the knight suppressed his physical discomfort with the execution he had adhered to for many years. He was a little cold from the cold wind, and he didn't even pinch his nose without sneezing.

The anxious wait seemed to be infinitely extended, and it seemed that it was a short journey, but the mad dog walked unhurriedly for a long time. Looking at Cereya, who was swaying and constantly bringing the wine jug to his mouth, the knight looked a little dazed: if he hadn't known in advance, he really couldn't see that this guy was acting. He acted like a drunk, and could even faintly hear the gibberish he muttered.

As the mad dog approached the designated position, he staggered to the edge of the tree. After shouting something insignificant in a drunken voice, he threw up his head and poured all the wine from the jug, wiped his mouth, and walked out into the street again. However, judging from his staggering pace, it was obvious that he had drunk too much. Before he could take a steady step, the mad dog fell to the ground solidly.

Acting requires realism...... Although it was clear that the mad dog was not really drunk, the knight had to worry: this guy had just fallen to the ground with a terrible loud noise, what if he broke his body?

Pinching the flask, Seresa cursed something loudly and propped herself up again. However, as he tried to leave, his center of gravity was extremely unstable, causing him to fall to the ground again. After this fall, his gibberish became more and more sparse, and after a moment he was motionless and began to snore.

This acting seems a bit exaggerated, right? It's not natural at all...... Laughing and crying by the mad dog, the knight shook his head helplessly: No matter what, I guess those monsters can't see it.

"Wow, it looks ugly! He snores like a pig, it's disgusting. Looking at the mad dog with a look of disgust, Lucina's expression was mixed with a hint of expectation: "Na, uncle." Do you think he's going to freeze to death?"

"Probably not. When he fell, he deliberately lay down on the snow stone, so that there was steam to keep him warm. The knight, who had just said this, turned his gaze to the mad dog, immediately regretted it: "When I didn't say it...... The guy forgot to pull the collar again. The wind is so strong that you will get frostbite after a while. ”

Really. It didn't take long for the mad dog to start shivering from the cold. Despite his drunken remarks and his misty gaze, he didn't dare to pull up his collar - perhaps he didn't dare to act rashly because he felt that the enemy was watching closely?

Hold on, mad dog...... Seeing more and more worrying, the knight took a deep breath: how thick is this guy's nerves to forget to pull on the collar beforehand?

Trembling and rolling over, the mad dog babbling gibberish, waving his arms around. However, just when the knight thought he was going to pretend not to care, he pulled on the collar, but Seresa made a move that was completely unexpected: he shouted and tore off the entire trench coat.

Is this guy frozen stupid? It is said that those who freeze to death will have hallucinations of heat before they die, and will even strip their clothes at the end...... Immediately remembering this rumor, the knight couldn't help but get nervous: he was already afraid of the cold, and now he must be too cold, right? If he left it alone, he might freeze unconscious for a while......

Anxious about the safety of the mad dog, the knight let go of the hilt of his sword, gritted his teeth and desperately suppressed the urge to rush out of the grass: no, if he rushed out now, all plans would be in vain.

However, as time passed, the idea of expecting the monster to be lured out had been gradually diluted. No longer intending to continue to press his emotions, the knight straightened up and clenched his left fist restlessly: "No...... We must abandon this plan. ”

"Why? You might complain like this. With a puzzled tone, Lucina pulled the corner of the knight's white robe: "Let the mad dog lie down for a while, maybe you can lure the enemy out immediately." ”

"If you leave it alone, he'll freeze to death!" his voice involuntarily raised, and the knight gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Aya: "I don't care what he thinks, in short, I can't let him do nonsense." That guy doesn't have any seriousness at all, what if something really happens?"

"Well, your expression is so horrible all of a sudden......" Letting go of his hand, the mage muttered softly, "He's doing it all for the sake of acting, knight." If you go out now, won't it be a good thing?"

"Is there such a performance?" Straightening his waist slightly, the knight was skeptical of what he said: "But it's true, if a normal person's mind is still sober, he will never tear off his coat......"

"That's right, he's doing this to make it more realistic. This guy is definitely not drunk and is very clear-headed. Pointing to the mad dog, Lucina whispered, "Look, he deliberately rolled over before, just so that his chest could not be smoked by steam." In this way, if those monsters are really watching this side, they will definitely take the bait. ”