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It was 9:30 that night.

In front of Beihaiwang Vicor's house.

After meeting the other craftsmen and ending their discussions, Vicol and Morse settled dinner in the tavern and went home together. The blacksmith was always shaking three steps because he was drunk, which made people worry that he would not take any steps and fall into the mud.

With a big yawn, the snow crow fumbled with the key in his pocket and finally opened the long-awaited door. As the door panel opened, a letter fell out of the crack and landed on the ground with a "click".

"Hmm, it's ......" Flipping the envelope to the back, Vicor, who saw the fire-lacquered insignia of the North Sea Lookout Post, frowned: a letter from the Commander of the Odyss.

"You don't have a mailbox at your doorstep. Uncle Morse, who had been following behind, was drunk and staggered into the house first: "It's really dangerous to stuff the letter in the crack of the door like this." What if I get peeked?"

"The messenger is really frizzy. Generally, you will wait in front of the door for a while before handing it in. Putting the envelope in his arms, Vicol sighed: "There are a lot of recruits sent recently, maybe one of them is the one who sent me a letter." ”

Trembling in the cold wind, the snow crow hurried into the house and closed the door behind him. The fire in the house was still burning to maintain the temperature of the house, but it was faintly tired.

Patting his belly, the blacksmith went to the fireplace to add to the fire after a rough cry for the snow crow to stay here to open the letter. The dry wood soon brought the fire back to life and burned again.

"How's the meeting for today's icebreaker project? Interesting, isn't it?" Morse burped, pulling his beard and looking excited: "I've regained my youthful feelings." ”

"Yes, yes? That's great. Nearly asleep at one point by the boring meeting and the uninteresting engineers, Vicol smiled awkwardly and decided not to say it directly: "Uncle, you're still on the rise." ”

"Of course, after all, we've decided to join forces and make a big guy!" stretched his arm for an exaggerated gesture, and the blacksmith repeated in a thick voice, "See?!

"Uh...... Robotic arm?" After thinking about it carefully, Vicol suddenly realized: "Oh yes, I have a bit of an impression of this. Remember to use gears and winches to drive the cone head robotic arm and then hit the ice to break the ice?"

"Well, yes, it seems that you listened very carefully at the meeting!" Hearing this, Morse patted Snow Crow on the shoulder with great satisfaction: "It is worthy of the young and promising Vicor! It was really a wise decision to take you to the meeting at that time." ”

No, you really shouldn't have taken me with you. That was definitely the wrong decision...... With a silent sigh in his heart, Vicol pulled out his dagger, slowly cut open the back of the envelope, and took out the letterhead, remembering that he had torn it directly and violently in the past. But later, after becoming a guard, he learned how to write neatly from his brother Videl.

...... Although he still thinks it's faster to tear it directly. And the envelope doesn't keep it, and in the end it's not thrown in the trash? To put it bluntly, it's a waste of resources.

Reading the letter slowly, he wanted to hand it to Morse, but the latter refused: "Come on, I'm so dizzy from drinking now—what's written on it?"

"That is, the failure of diplomacy with Icerock City. With a look full of helplessness, Vicol threw the envelope into the fireplace, watching as the envelope turned to ashes and the fire paint melted into paste: "I'm not surprised at all by this result, I have long thought that the Ice Rock Lord has ghosts. Originally, the diplomats had already gone to the Beihai Wangjiao post for a meeting, but they were ordered to return to the city by a letter from Videl. ”

"Oh, when I came, I saw that the outpost had been returned to them. Brushing his beard, Morse was drunk, and picked up a jug of wine again: "There are many people repairing the winch. ”

"Their outpost is lightly damaged. Grabbing the flask, Vicol was worried that he was getting too drunk: "Unlike our one, the whole doorway was blown away. ”

"And there are scorch marks from the fire you set on fire. The whole wall was dark. While the snow crow was not looking, Morse snatched the flask back again, hugged it tightly and shouted, "I feel sorry for this maintenance fee." ”

"That's better than annihilation. Inadvertently turning the paper to the back, Vicol was stunned for a moment: "The number of casualties is still written on the back...... It may have been added later by Commander Odyss, who thought I would be interested. ”

"Three hundred and seventy-seven were killed by the Children of Ice, and more than 1,200 by the Children of Frost...... The casualties of the corrupted are unknown. Frowning, Snow Crow thought back: "Indeed, it is basically burned into black smoke. How can you know how many are killed. ”

"If I had done it before, I would have been happy to hear this casualty ratio. Pulling his throat, Morse said in a rough voice: "But now there is finally a formal truce between the two cities, right?"

"I hope so. But the Ice Rock City Lord may really be controlled, and most of them will not agree. In a sullen tone, Vicol shook his head: "Their lords have too much power, almost dictatorship. ”

"That's someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with us. Taking a big sip of wine, the blacksmith said indistinctly, "You see, isn't the king of the Land of the Warm Sun also a dictator in our eyes?" ”

"Who has nothing to do with the affairs of the Frozen Land?" Giving up trying to stop the uncle from drinking, the snow crow had no choice but to light his pipe and put it to his mouth: "If the Children of Frost can't join forces with us, there is no chance of victory against the Black Ice Reaper." ”

"Definitely. No matter how much the Ice Lord is controlled, he will no longer be able to wage war against us. If you choose to fight separately without unity and cooperation, it will definitely not last long. Suddenly hammered down the table with excitement, and the blacksmith shouted: "However, the premise of joining forces is also to lift the blockade on the sea! ”

"Yes, yes, it's all up to you. Hurriedly responding, Snow Crow sighed: Uncle seems to be a little too excited.

In the corridor, the silver-haired girl collapsed to the ground, cried and clutched her left wrist, which had been cut open by an artery, and collapsed in a pool of blood a moment later due to excessive blood loss.

And the girl in front of her, wearing an iron mask and having an identical body, licked the bloody blade and laughed wildly. She stabbed the silver-haired girl's corpse over and over again until it slowly disintegrated into a white light.

The sound of laughter echoed through the dark corridors and finally disappeared into the night.

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

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]