Four days later, when everyone was almost blown as dry as old tree roots by the dry cold wind, Stockinki finally showed a little outline on the horizon. The unusual weather even brought the wind and snow to the Borderlands, and from the second day of their journey on the moor, the original earthy heath had turned white.

In the previous three days, Nerfi had really done as she had said, and had not set foot in the dilapidated house and tent of the makeshift inn again. Many of the Eir soldiers will prioritize places with rocks to keep out the wind, so Stan will always find enough rocks around the rest point to keep them out of the cold wind. Knights and mages would spend the night leaning behind the stones, their heads resting on their clothes, and two heavy cloaks draped over their bodies. The knight also led their mounts to them, which could somewhat shield them from the cold winds on the other side, and their mounts were northern horses, which were much more resistant to cold than other breeds, so that the two of them survived three nights with these measures.

Every night before going to sleep, Stan tries to talk to Nerfi, but the mage ignores him, much to his embarrassment. The girl even asks Stan to place his sword between the two of them in case his hand touches him under the cloak, and although Stan swears in honor that he will never do anything to infringe on the mage while she is asleep, the girl will often keep an eye on her side from the corner of her eye until she can't hold it anymore and falls into a deep sleep.

Whenever Nerfi falls asleep, it is Stan's hardest time. The girl's nice scent burrowed into his nose like poison and stimulated his brain. The knight wished he could fall asleep soon, but it backfired, and the girl's scent and gentle breathing made him more and more awake, constantly stirring up the demon in his heart. Eventually, Stan is forced to mentally recite the knightly code, and then loses consciousness in his chaotic mind.

After the first night, all the Doyle soldiers on the same road were far away from the two men, leaving them last. Maurice only asks them about the situation at first, and then punches the knight in the chest with his fist, warning him that he must not fail Nerfi. Stan tries to argue that they didn't do anything, but Maurice doesn't listen to him and rushes to the front of the group.

The port role of Stockinki is completely gone, and all the docks are frozen in thick ice, and some villagers are struggling to dig through the ice, trying to open a gap to catch some fish from under the ice to improve their food. After months of cold winter, food is scarce, and the weather shows no signs of getting warmer, and people are worried that they will not be able to survive this long winter.

Although the people had minimized the number of fires they had to keep warm, Nerfi insisted on taking a hot bath, which cost Morris a gold coin enough firewood to boil a tub of snow water. The men, on the other hand, could only endure the smell and itching on their bodies, but fortunately the weather was cold enough that they hardly sweated, which was a blessing in misfortune.

The group rested in Stockinki for a day, and the next day they set foot on the Northern Avenue to rush to the town of Ferrer, where they had already lost several days and had to cut back on their rest. After taking a shower, Nerfi seemed to be in a better mood, looking at her unfamiliar hometown along the way. The weather was colder than the last time Stan had passed the Northern Boulevard, and the trees on either side of the road were almost all that remained of yellow branches, and it was hard to find anything in the whole land that wasn't white. Passing by the village where they had camped, Stan discovers that the villagers who were supposed to have returned are still nowhere to be seen, and the entire village is almost buried under the snow, with only a few slightly taller houses barely protruding from the chimneys on the roofs. The knight frowned, and couldn't help but worry about the unusual weather, as long as it lasted for a few more months, the whole of Doyle would be completely covered in snow and turned into part of the permafrost plain.

On the third day after they left Stockinki, the group was caught in a blizzard, but to the Doyle was to them what a rainstorm was to the southerners. As the clouds began to thicken in the sky, the Doyles were already looking for shelter from the blizzard, and when the sky began to darken and the cold wind became stronger, the group had found an Orion hut, and everyone huddled in it and waited for the blizzard to pass.

The cold wind was blowing fiercely outside, but it was warm inside, and the soldiers kept adding firewood to the fireplace, and the smell of heat from more than a dozen men made the house a place of refuge.

That night, everyone rested in the house, and the howling wind outside made Nerfi give up her plans to go out. The mage cowled into his cloak and covered his nose with a scarf, hoping to hide some of the foul smell. Stan, cloaked in his cloak, leans a few steps away from the mage, occasionally glancing at the girl. The knight was a little worried to find that his attention was more and more attracted to Nerfi, and every time he sat on the sidelines, his eyes would always begin to look for the girl's figure in the crowd, and when he saw that beautiful figure, his eyes would follow her for a long time, and he would not leave for a long time.

The blizzard stopped in the early hours of the next morning, and the soldiers slammed open the wooden door sealed by the snow and climbed out with difficulty. After a snowstorm, the weather gets even colder, and even Stan can't help but grab his cloak and wrap his whole body tightly, but he is still not used to covering his nose and mouth, which makes it difficult for him to breathe. Nerfi couldn't do much of it, and the girl wore all the clothes she could wear, including two scarves, and hid her nose and mouth behind her back, revealing only two beautiful pale green eyes. Even the soldiers, who had long been accustomed to Doyle's harsh climate, began to curse the unbearable ghostly weather, and everyone clung to their cloaks for fear of being blown up by the cold wind and taking away what little heat they had left.

The snow buried the road, leaving even the long-legged northern horses with only half of their legs exposed with each step, and Stan began to worry that if the cold continued, even the hardy northern horses would not be able to support themselves to freeze to death. The cold wind with snowflakes kept blowing through the procession, tormenting everyone.

The group spent the night resting at the fork in the road, which was a day's walk from Wolfsburg, where there were originally only three street signs pointing in three different directions, but where the Doyles had set up a post to provide a respite for the travelers. About twenty Doyle soldiers were stationed here, each of them with a red face from the cold, and the soldiers standing guard would change shifts every half hour, and the soldiers on their turn would keep stomping their feet, not daring to stop, because once stopped, the low temperature of the snow would frostbite their toes, and then they might only have nine toes left, or less. And at night, the standing guard was abolished, and all the soldiers were nested in two rooms for fire.

"In this weather, I think even demons will freeze to death. "The soldiers chatted around the fireplace.

"If they had froze to death, we would have frozen as hard as the ice in the river. Another soldier said dismissively.

"Did you hear the curly-haired guard, and yesterday there was a group of merchants here, and two of them had two of their toes frozen, and one of them had their left ear frozen. I don't know who said it, and the rest of the soldiers burst out laughing.

Stan leaned against the wall with his hands folded, listening to their conversation, glancing quietly over to Nerfi every once in a while, the mage holding hot tea, moistening his lips and staring straight ahead, as if he were in two worlds with the others.

Outside, the whistling was still there, Stan silently listened to the wind, remembering Lil, and the knight suddenly noticed that the image of the girl in his mind was becoming more and more blurred, while the other figure was becoming more and more clear. Nerfi's scent and breathing can be heard from a few steps away, and Stan is losing sleep again.